Snövit Och De Sju Dvärgarna
Composer(s): Agnetha Fältskog; Dieter Zimmermann
Performer(s): Agnetha Fältskog



Spegel, spegel på väggen där
Säg mig vem som skönast i landet är

Det fanns en gång för länge sen
En flicka så skön som en vårbris
Och hon hette Snövit
Hon levede i ett gammalt slott
Med sin styvmor som inte var snäll
Snövit var för vacker
Hon hade hår så mörkt som kol
Och hennes hud var vit
Det fanns ej nån som var så skön som hon

För Snövit var vackrast i hela sitt land
Men styvmodern var svartsjuk och hon bad en man
Att döda sin dotter, men Snövit försvann
Och flydde sen till sju små dvärgars hus
Toker, Butter, Kloker, Blyger, Trötter, Glader, tjooo Prosit

Hon städade, hon diskade
När dvärgarna jobbade hårt
I en liten gruva
Och Snövit hon var lycklig nu
Tillsammans med dvärgarna sju
Snövit hon var vacker
Men styvmodern som klädde ut sig
Hon kom på besök
Och Snövit smakade på hennes frukt

För Snövit var blåögd och tänkte ej på
Att någon vill göra illa henne så
Hon åt utav äpplet som gumman då gav
Och strax därefter låg vår Snövit död

När dvärgarna kom hem den dagen
Fann de att Snövit var död,
De grät av saknad många dar
Och satt bredvid kistan där hon låg
Men ridandes det kom en prins
Upp på en häst så vit
Han Snövit tog uti sin famn
Och kysste henne ömt
Snövit, Snövit, Snövit, Snövit, Snövit, Snövit!

Och Snövit hon vaknade upp ur sin sömn
Och solen sken på himlen, alla dvärgar sjöng
För prinsen, prinsessan och sagan som blev sann
Uti ett lyckligt fjärran land

Poor Elijah - Tribute To Johnson (Medley)
Composer(s): Delaney Bramlett; J. Ford; Leon Russell
Performer(s): Delaney & Bonnie & Friends



Poor Elijah, living on the bayou way
Poor Elijah, he had to take over raising fourteen kids
When his daddy got caught stealing chickens from a neighbor one day
Work on Elijah, work on

Poor Elijah, born the son of a slave
Poor Elijah, he was damn near blind when he died last week
From working in the sun for the man like a dog all day
Work on Elijah, work on

Poor Elijah
Poor Elijah
Poor Elijah
Poor Elijah

Tribute

I'm going to sing you a song, listen to me
I said it's all about a man
Nobody, I said nobody hardly knows him
Say it with me: nobody hardly knows him
Say it one more time: nobody hardly knows him

Good morning Robert Johnson son
You built your life before your song was sung
People agree and now you're number one
So sad to think we had to wait so long

It keeps on getting better every day
And maybe someday soon, people will say
Ain't nobody here but good people
Ain't nobody here but good people
Ain't nobody here but good people

No, nobody here
No, nobody here
No, nobody here
No, nobody here

Just drinking your wine and then loving in slow motion

Born To Sing
Composer(s): Colm C.T. Wilkinson
First performance by: Colm C.T. Wilkinson - 1978



I said: "It would never work"
You said: "Let us try"
I said: "I'm a travelling man who will only make you cry"
And when the feeling hit me and I had to move along
You said: "You were right, I guess, you must sing your song"
 
And a man is born to do one thing and I was born to sing
And I must take the good times and the bad times that it brings
And I missed you in the morning, but most of all at night
And I couldn't stop the music, though I tried with all my might
 
I lie in bed and watch the shadows moving on the wall
And the loneliness is killing me, so I turn the radio on
And I need you now, I want you, in the slow morning light
And the music makes it easier, but it doesn't make it right
 
And a man is born to do one thing and I was born to sing
And I must take the good times and the bad times that it brings
And I missed you in the morning but most of all at night
And I couldn't stop the music, though I tried with all my might
 
Some day, I hope, you will understand why I live this way
Songs keep moving in my head, this music I must play
So I pack my bags and once again I get out on the road
Another day, maybe tonight, I might catch my soul
 
And a man is born to do one thing and I was born to sing
And I must take the good times and the bad times that it brings
And I missed you in the morning, oh, but most of all at night
And I couldn't stop the music, though I tried with all my might
 
And a man is born to do one thing and I was born to sing
And I must take the good times and the bad times that it brings
And I missed you in the morning, oh, but most of all at night
And I couldn't stop the music
(Couldn't stop the music)
No, I couldn't stop the music
Because I...
Hey, I was born...
Born to sing
Born to sing
Born to sing
Born to sing

Poor Butterfly
Composer(s): Hubble; Golden
Performer(s): Sarah Vaughan



There’s a story told of a little Japanese
Sitting demurely ‘neath the cherry blossom trees
Miss Butterfly’s her name
A sweet little innocent child was she
Till a fine young American from the sea
To her garden came
They met beneath the cherry blossoms every day
And he taught her how to love the American way
To love with a soul ‘twas easy to learn
Then he sailed away with a promise to return

Poor Butterfly ‘neath the blossoms waiting
Poor Butterfly, for she loved him so
The moments pass into hours
The hours pass into years
And as she smiles through her tears
She murmurs low
The moon and I
Know that he’ll be faithful
I’m sure he’ll come to me by and by
But if he won’t come back
Then I’ll never sigh or cry
I just must die
Poor Butterfly

Snortin' Whiskey
Composer(s): Pat Thrall; Pat Travers
First release by: The Pat Travers Band - 1980
Covered by multiple other artists



Snortin' whiskey and drinkin' cocaine
We're snortin' whiskey and drinkin' cocaine
I got this feelin' I'm gonna drive that gurl insane

You're like a bad river baby you're all over town
You're like a bad river baby you're all over town

All over town
I may be confused, but you know I sure ain't down

I'm a fast movin' baby I can show you around
I got so much cocaine ain't never comin' down
Snortin' whiskey and drinkin' cocaine
I got this feelin' I'm gonna drive that gurl insane
Insanity

Snortin' whiskey, drinkin' cocaine
We're snortin' whiskey and I'm, I'm drinkin' cocaine

I got this feelin' I'm gonna drive that gurl insane
Got this feelin', I'm gonna drive that gurl insane.....

Poor Boy Lookin' For A Home
Composer(s): Melvin Schmidt
Performer(s): Glen Campbell



Well-a old Mister fox done found him a home
Down in the ground so deep
Well, the fox got a place to call his own
He got a place to sleep

Old Mister coon got a real fine home
High in the hollow tree
Well the coon's got a place he can call his own
But there ain't no place for me

I'm just a poor boy lookin' for a home
Lookin' for a place to call my own
Poor boy lookin' for a home
Poor boy lookin' for a home

Well the boll weevil find him a cotton boll
He move all his kin folk in
He found a place that is mighty snug
Down by the cotton gin

Well the bee's got a home in the honey hive
Honey in the honey comb
Well, old Mister bee's gotta keep alive
While the poor boy's lookin' for a home

I'm just a poor boy lookin' for a home
Lookin' for a place to call my own
Poor boy lookin' for a home
Poor boy lookin' for a home

Oh the catfish home is a muddy pond
He just eat and swim
Well, he don't cry when the crawdad's gone
Tadpole's fine with him

Crow's found a nest in a tree top tall
He never pay no rent
Well the poor boy's got him no home at all
He ain't got a livin' cent

I'm just a poor boy lookin' for a home
Lookin' for a place to call my own
Poor boy lookin' for a home
Poor boy lookin' for a home

L'oiseau Et L'enfant
Composer(s): Joe Gracy; Jean-Paul Cara
First performance by: Marie Myriam - 1977



Comme un enfant aux yeux de lumière
Qui voit passer au loin les oiseaux
Comme l'oiseau bleu survolant la terre
Vois comme le monde, le monde est beau

Beau le bateau, dansant sur les vagues
Ivre de vie, d'amour et de vent
Belle la chanson naissante des vagues
Abandonnées au sable blanc

Blanc l'innocent, le sang du poète
Qui en chantant, invente l'amour
Pour que la vie s'habille de fête
Et que la nuit se change en jour

Jour d'une vie où l'aube se lève
Pour réveiller la ville aux yeux lourds
Où les matins effeuillent les rêves
Pour nous donner un monde d'amour
L'amour c'est toi, l'amour c'est moi
L'oiseau c'est toi, l'enfant c'est moi.

Moi qui ne suis qu'une fille de l'ombre
Qui voit briller l'étoile du soir
Toi mon étoile qui tisses ma ronde
Viens allumer mon soleil noir
Noirs la misère, les hommes et la guerre
Qui croient tenir les rênes du temps
Pays d'amour n'a pas de frontière
Pour ceux qui ont un cœur d'enfant

Comme un enfant aux yeux de lumière
Qui voit passer au loin les oiseaux
Comme l'oiseau bleu survolant la terre
Nous trouverons ce monde d'amour

L'amour c'est toi, l'amour c'est moi
L'oiseau c'est toi, l'enfant c'est moi
L'oiseau c'est toi, l'enfant c'est moi
L'oiseau c'est toi, l'enfant c'est moi

Poor Boy Blues
Composer(s): Paul Kennerley
Performer(s): Mark Knopfler & Chet Atkins



Do I want you? Yes I do
Do I need you? Baby you know it's true
But I ain't got nothin' that you can use
So I'm sittin' on my own here, with these poor boy blues

One day, baby, you will see
You're gonna give all your love to me
I'm the one, babe, that you're gonna choose
But in the meantime, I got these poor boy blues

Pick it son, pick it nice
Things won't always be the same
Someday soon, everything will change
You'll tell your mama her baby's got good news

But until then, well, I got these poor boy blues
But until then, well, I got these poor boy blues

Snoopy Vs. The Red Baron
(Italian Version: Snoopy Contro Il Barone Rosso)
Composer(s): Phil Gernhard; Dick Holler
First release by: The Royal Guardsmen - 1966
Covered by multiple other artists



After the turn of the century
In the clear blue skies over Germany
Came a roar and a thunder men had never heard
Like the scream and the sound of a big war bird
Up in the sky, a man in a plane
Baron von Richthofen was his name
Eighty men tried, and eighty men died
Now they're buried together on the countryside

Ten, twenty, thirty, forty, fifty or more
The Bloody Red Baron was rollin' out the score
Eighty men died tryin' to end that spree
Of the Bloody Red Baron of Germany

In the nick of time, a hero arose
A funny-looking dog with a big black nose
He flew into the sky to seek revenge
But the Baron shot him down--"Curses, foiled again!" 

Ten, twenty, thirty, forty, fifty or more
The Bloody Red Baron was rollin' out the score
Eighty men died tryin' to end that spree
Of the Bloody Red Baron of Germany

Now, Snoopy had sworn that he'd get that man
So he asked the Great Pumpkin for a new battle plan
He challenged the German to a real dogfight
While the Baron was laughing, he got him in his sight

That Bloody Red Baron was in a fix
He'd tried everything, but he'd run out of tricks
Snoopy fired once, and he fired twice
And that Bloody Red Baron went spinning out of sight

Ten, twenty, thirty, forty, fifty or more
The Bloody Red Baron was rollin' out the score
Eighty men died tryin' to end that spree
Of the Bloody Red Baron of Germany

Ten, twenty, thirty, forty, fifty or more
The Bloody Red Baron was rollin' out the score
Eighty men died tryin' to end that spree
Of the Bloody Red Baron of Germany ... 

Poor Boy (The Greenwood)
Composer(s): Jeff Lynne
Performer(s): Electric Light Orchestra



Me, I'm just a poor boy from across the far southland
And I've travelled many days to reach this place 
to make my stand
Oh, I fell in with a merry band and drank away the hours

Rolling on - I've been rolling on, and my head is high, from the battle won
Laid down my life for the Greenwood

The city boys and the country boys they come from miles around
To defy their king and country, save the poor folks from the hand
Of the thieving dukes and abbots and the gentry of the land

Rolling on - I've been rolling on, and my head is high, from the battle won
Laid down my life for the Greenwood

Sweet Maid Marion, don't you do me no wrong
Stay on the right side, the Greenwood is your home
The dancing girls and the open fires, and the wine that flows like water

Rolling on - I've been rolling on, and my head is high, from the battle won
Laid down my life for the Greenwood

Snoopy Contro Il Barone Rosso
(Adapted from: Snoopy Vs. The Red Baron - 1966)
Composer(s): Phil Gernhard; Dick Holler; Giorgio Gaber
Performer(s): Giorgio Gaber



Achtung Achtung!
Vuoi cantare la storia di Barone tedesco di Grande Germania?

Questa è la storia senza pietà
Che accadde in Germania tanto tempo fa
Un rombo ed un tuono in cielo si udì
L'uccello di guerra nacque così
In cerca di gloria qualcuno partì
E col suo apparecchio veloce salì
Ma lassù più di uno la sua vita lasciò
Il Barone Rosso tutti sterminò

Uno dieci cento e forse anche di più
Tutti gli aerei cadevano giù
E su nel cielo c'era solo lui
Il dannato Barone non sbagliava mai

Ogni speranza piano piano svanì
Quando un giorno un eroe in cielo salì
Era un piccolo cane col nasone all'insù
Il suo nome era Snoopy non so dirvi di più
Il Barone Rosso lo attaccò
Ed in cielo la battaglia divampò
Il piccolo Snoopy fu abbattuto così
Il Barone tedesco roteando sparì

Uno dieci cento e forse anche di più
Tutti gli aerei cadevano giù
E su nel cielo c'era solo lui
Il dannato Barone non sbagliava mai

Poor Boy
Composer(s): Elvis Presley
Performer(s): Elvis Presley



They call me poor boy, poor boy, poor boy
But I ain't lonesome and I ain't blue
'Cause I could never be a poor boy
As long as I've got a dolly like you

Ain't got a crust, ain't got a cent
Can't buy a jug, can't pay the rent
I got a heart full of dreams and a lot of memory
And that's enough for me

They call me poor boy, poor boy, poor boy
But I ain't lonesome and I ain't blue
'Cause I could never be a poor boy
As long as I've got a dolly like you

Can't buy a house, can't buy a lot
Ain't got a bean, ain't got a pot
But what I got is a heart full of lovin' memory
And that's enough for me

They call me poor boy, poor boy, poor boy
But I ain't lonesome and I ain't blue
'Cause I could never be a poor boy
As long as I've got a dolly like you

Don't have a pig, don't have a cow
I don't have a horse to pull the plow
But what I got is a heart full of lovin' memory
And that's enough for me

They call me poor boy, poor boy, poor boy
But I ain't lonesome and I ain't blue
'Cause I could never be a poor boy
As long as I got a dolly like you
I got a dolly like
I got a dolly like you

A Million In One, Two, Three
Composer(s): Luc Smets
First performance by: Dream Express - 1977



A million in one, two, three
Need a million in one, two, three
Can't you do a little work for me?
Mister President, can't you see?
I'm never gonna get higher
 
Need a million in one, two, three
I'm not too clumsy, as you can see
I've got the feeling inside of me
Feel my need and desire now
 
I've got the look, but never got the money
Just a ten quid flat on the second floor
Too doo doo too too too doo...
Had a dream: holiday in Cannes
A yacht in Monte Carlo next to his
Too doo doo too too too doo...
 
Joining your big company
Could bring me wealth and sympathy
Think you've got some extra needs?
Hey, hey, hey...
 
Need a million in one, two, three
Can't you do a little work for me?
Mister President, can't you see?
I'm never gonna get higher
 
Need a million in one, two, three
I'm not too clumsy, as you can see
I've got the feeling inside of me
Feel my need and desire now
 
My bedroom wall's covered with glamour
The Lido in December would not be bad
Too doo doo too too too doo...
Ships and sails, Formula races
Super-long drinks down at the Playboy club
Too doo doo too too too doo...
 
Joining your big company
Could bring me wealth and sympathy
Think you've got some extra needs?
Hey, hey, hey...
 
I've got the look, but never got the money
Just a ten quid flat on the second floor
Too doo doo too too too doo...
Had a dream: holiday in Cannes
Yacht in Monte Carlo, next to his
Too doo doo too too too doo...
 
Joining your big company
Could bring me wealth and sympathy
Think you've got some extra needs?
Hey, hey, hey...
 
Need a million in one, two, three
Can't you do a little work for me?
Mister President, can't you see?
I'm never gonna get higher
 
Need a million in one, two, three
I'm not too clumsy, as you can see
I've got the feeling inside of me
Feel my need and desire
 
Need a million in one, two, three
Can't you do a little work for me?
Mister President, can't you see?
I'm never gonna get higher
 
Need a million in one, two, three

Poor Baby
Composer(s): Tony Romeo
Performer(s): The Cowsills



Poor Baby, something always bringing you down
If you look for it baby, there's so much unhappiness all around
Don't cry, your daddy gonna buy your one-way ticket to sunshine
Cheer up your ... try to clear up your mind
Poor Baby, try to feel better
Nothing's as bad as it may seem
Poor Baby, under the weather
Try to close your eyes and dream
Think of the good times (good times)
Just think of the good times that we're gonna see
Poor Baby, try to feel better
Nothing's as bad as it may seem
Poor Baby, under the weather
Try to close your eyes and dream
Think of the good times (good times)
Just think of the good times that we're gonna see
Don't fret, your daddy gonna fetch your one-way ticket to happiness
Cheer up your ... try to clear up your mind
Poor Baby, try to feel better
Nothing's as bad as it may seem
Poor Baby, under the weather
Try to close your eyes and dream
Think of the good times (good times)
Just think of the good times that we're gonna see
Poor Baby, try to feel better
Nothing's as bad as it may seem
Poor Baby, under the weather
Try to close your eyes and dream
Think of the good times (good times)
Just think of the good times that we're gonna see

Sniper
Composer(s): Harry Chapin
Performer(s): Harry Chapin



It is an early Monday morning
The sun is becoming bright on the land
No one is watching as he comes a walking
Two bulky suitcases hang from his hands

He heads towards the tower that stands in the campus
He goes through the door, he starts up the stairs
The sound of his footsteps, the sound of his breathing
The sound of the silence when no one was there

I didn't really know him
He was kind of strange
Always sort of sat there
He never seemed to change

He reached the catwalk 
He put done his burden
The four sided clock began to chime
Seven AM, the day is beginning
So much to do and so little time

He looks at the city where no one had known him
He looks at the sky where no one looks down
He looks at his life and what it has shown him
He looks for his shadow it cannot be found

He was such a moody child, very hard to touch
Even as a baby he never smiled too much 
No no
No no

You bug me, she said
Your ugly, she said
Please hug me, I said
But she just sat there
With the same flat stare
That she saves for me alone
When I'm home
When I'm home
Take me home

He laid out the rifles, he loaded the shotgun
He stacked up the cartridges along the wall
He knew he would need them for his conversation
If it went as it he planned, then he might use them all

He said Listen you people I've got a question
You won't pay attention but I'll ask anyhow
I found a way that will get me an answer
Been waiting to ask you 'till now
Right now!

Am I?
I am a lover whose never been kissed
Am I?
I am a fighter whose not made a fist
Am I?
If I'm alive then there's so much I've missed
How do I know I exist?
Are you listening to me?
Are you listening to me?
Am I?

The first words he spoke took the town by surprise
One got Mrs. Gibbons above her right eye
It blew her through the window wedged her against the door
Reality poured from her face, staining the floor

He was kind of creepy
Sort of a dunce
I met him at the corner bar
I only dated the poor boy once
That's all 
Just once, that was all

Bill Whedon was questioned as stepped from his car
Tom Scott ran across the street but he never got that far
The police were there in minutes, they set up baricades
He spoke right on over them in a half-mile circle
In a dumb struck city his pointed questions were sprayed

He knocked over Danny Tyson as he ran towards the noise
Just about then the answers started comming. Sweet, sweet joy
Thudding in the clock face, whining off the walls
Reaching up to where he sat there, answering calls

Thirty-seven people got his message so far
Yes, he was reaching them right were they are

They set up an assault team 
They asked for volunteers
They had to go and get him, that much was clear
And the word spread about him on the radios and TV's
In appropriately sober tone they asked "Who can it be?"

He was a very dull boy, very taciturn
Not much of a joiner, he did not want to learn
No no
No no

They're coming to get me, they don't want to let me
Stay in the bright light too long
It's getting on noon now, it's goin' to be soon now
But oh, what a wonderful sound!

Mama, won't you nurse me?
Rain me down the sweet milk of your kindness
Mama, it's getting worse for me
Won't you please make me warm and mindless?

Mama, yes you have cursed me
I never will forgive you for your blindness
I hate you!

The wires are all humming for me
And I can hear them coming for me
Soon they'll be here, but there's nothing to fear
Not any more though they've blasted the door

As the copter dropped the gas he shouted "Who cares?" 
They could hear him laughing as they started up the stairs
As they stormed out on the catwalk, blinking at the sun
With their final fusillade his answer had come

Am I?
There is no way that you can hide me
Am I?
Though you have put your fire inside me
Am I?
You've given me my answer can't you see?
I was!
I am!
and now I Will Be
I Will Be!!!

Pony Time
Composer(s): John Berry; Don Covay
Performer(s): Chubby Checker;
and various other artists



It's pony time
Boogety, boogety, boogety shoo

Hey now let's party with the union hall
It's pony time when ya hear this call
So get with it
Don't quit it
Get up

Do the pony with your partner
With a big boss line
Well anyway ya do it
You're gonna look real fine
So get with it
Don't quit it
Get up

Now ya turn to the left when I say gee
You turn to the right when I say haw
Now gee, ya ya baby
Now haw, ya oh baby, oh baby, pretty baby
Do it baby, oh baby, oh baby
Boogety, boogety, boogety, boogety shoo

Gonna see little Suzie, who lives next door
She's doin' the pony, she's takin' the floor
Eeea ah, so get with it, don't quit it, come on
Boogety, boogety, boogety, boogety shoo

Do the pony with your partner
Oh in a big boss line
But anyway you do it
You're gonna look just fine
So get with it
Don't quit it
Come on 
Eeeaaah

Now you turn to the left when I say gee
You turn to the right when I say haw
Now gee, ya ya little baby
Now haw, ya oh baby, oh baby, pretty baby
Do it baby, oh baby, oh baby
Boogety, boogety, boogety, boogety shoo

A Night Like This
Performer(s): Caro Emerald



From where you are
you see the smoke start to arise
where they play cards
And you walk over softly moving passed the guards
The stakes are getting higher
You can feel it in your heart
He calls you bluff
He is the ace you never thought he played that much
And now it's more than all this cards you want to touch
You never know if winning this could really be enough
Take a look, beyond the moon you see the stars
And when you look around, you know the room by heart
I have never dreamed it
Have you ever dreamed a night like this?
I cannot believe it
I may never see a night like this
When everything you think is incomplete
Starts happening when you are cheek to cheek
Could you ever dream it?
I have never dreamed, dreamed a night like this
How many times
have I been waiting by the door to hear these chimes?
To hear that some one debonaire has just a arrived
And opened up to see my world before my eyes
That silhouette creates an image on the night I can't forget
It has the scent of something special, I can't rest
If I resist temptation, oh I know for sure that I will lose the bet
I walk away and suddenly it seems I'm not alone
In front of me he stands -- I stop, before he goes
I have never dreamed it
Have you ever dreamed a night like this?
I cannot believe it
I may never see a night like this
When everything you think is incomplete
Starts happening when you are cheek to cheek
Could you ever dream it?
I have never dreamed, dreamed a night like this
I have never dreamed it
Have you ever dreamed a night like this?
I cannot believe it
I may never see a night like this
When everything you think is incomplete
Starts happening when you are cheek to cheek
Could you ever dream it?
I have never dreamed, dreamed a night like this

Pony Boy
Composer(s): Dickey Betts
Performer(s): The Allman Brothers Band



Don't worry for me
Well I'm all right
Lord knows I'm having
A natural good time
Pocket full of money
Gonna boogie all night
There ain't nobody tell me that's crime

Chorus:
When morning comes and it's time to go
Pony boy carry me home
Pony boy carry me home

All right mama
Let me see you do that thing now

Band is jumping and so am I
I'm just groovin', can't stop movin'
My ole man's got that ole eagle eye
But he is just waitin', we're celebratin'

Chorus

I feel a change coming on
Come on, mama!
Here it comes now
Papa's with you now

Look out the door
There beside that tree
Well, that's my pony, looking after me
Front feet doing the shuffle
Back feet, too
Blow them good old Georgia blues

Chorus

Sneaky Snake
Composer(s): Tom T. Hall
Performer(s): Tom T. Hall



Boys and girls take warning, if you go near the lake
Keep your eyes wide open, and look for sneaky snake
Now maybe you wont see him, maybe you wont hear
But he'll sneak up behind you, and drink all your root beer

And then sneaky snake goes dancin', wigglin' and a-hissin'
Sneaky snake goes dancin', gigglin' and a-kissin'
I dont like old sneaky snake; he laughs too much you see
When he goes wigglin' through the grass, it tickles his underneath

Well, sneaky snake drinks root beer, and he just makes me sick
When he is not dancin', he looks just like a stick
Now, he doesn't have any arms or legs, you cannot see his ears
And while we are not lookin', he's stealin' all of our beer

And then sneaky snake goes dancin', wigglin' and a-hissin'
Sneaky snake goes dancin', gigglin' and a-kissin'
I don't like old sneaky snake; he laughs too much you see
When he goes wigglin' through the grass, it tickles his underneath

Ponta Do Lápis
Composer(s): Clodoaldo; Rodger Rogério
Performer(s): Ney Matogrosso & Raimundo Fagner



Sei escrever o teu nome
Na ponta fina do lápis
Mais não vou repetir
O que tu já sabes
Teus olhos são labaredas
Avermelhados e tristes
Dentro do corpo cansado
A paixão resiste
Esta paixão violenta
Que dilacera minh’alma
Este medo anestesia
E mata minha calma

La luz de la liberdad
En el nuevo mundo mi vida
La esperança el amor
Mi tierra querida...
Terra a terra
Chão a chão
Retumbante coração