A Letter From Betty
Composer(s): B. Feldman - J. Goldstein - Gottehrer
Performer(s): Bobby Vee



I got a letter from the mailman yesterday
It came from Betty and was postmarked far away
I felt so good until I looked inside
I read that letter and I cried

he said, dear, Bobby
Just a line to say hello
We've been such good friends
You should be the first to know

I fell in love
My dreams have all come true
And, Bobby, he's so much like you

He swept me off my feet
I'd never thought I'd meet
Someone else who'd be so good to me

I know someday you'll find
Someone to love you true
You'll fall in love and then
You'll feel just like I do

So long for now
Write me soon, goodbye
I read that letter and I cried

I love her so
But now she'll never know
My golden chance has passed me by

I waited much too long
Now he's come along
This letter from Betty means goodbye

Whoa, oh, oh, oh
This letter from Betty means goodbye
Whoa, oh, oh, oh
This letter from Betty means goodbye

Hooray For Captain Spaulding
Composer(s): Bert Kalmar; Harry Ruby
Performer(s): Groucho Marx, Zeppo Marx, 
Margaret Dumont & Chorus



(All)
At last we are to meet him
The famous Captain Spaulding
From climates hot and scalding
The Captain has arrived

Most heartily we'll greet him
With plain and fancy cheering
Until he's hard of hearing
The Captain has arrived
At last - The Captain has arrived

(Hives)
Mr. Horatio W. Jamison, Field Secretary to Captain Spaulding

(Jamison)
I represent the Captain who insists on my informing you of these conditions under which he camps here
In one thing he is very strict, he wants his women young and picked and as for men 
he won't have any tramps here

(All)
As for men he won't have any tramps here
There must be no tramps

(Jamison)
The men must all be very old
The women warm, the champagne cold
It's under these conditions that he camps here

(Voice off Screen)
I'm announcing Captain Jeffery Spaulding

(All)
He's announcing Captain Jeffery Spaulding

Oh dear, he is coming
At last he's here

(Spaulding)
Hello, I must be going
I cannot stay, I came to say, I must be going
I'm glad I came, but just the same I must be going
La La

(Mrs. Rittenhouse)
For my sake you must stay
If you should go away
You'd spoil this party I am throwing

(Spaulding)
I'll stay a week or two
I'll stay the summer thru
But I am telling you
I must be going

(All)
Before you go
Will you oblige us
And tell us of your deeds so glowing?

(Spaulding)
I'll do anything you say
In fact I'll even stay!

(All)
Good!

(Spaulding)
But I must be going

(Jamison)
There's something that I'd like to say
That he's too modest to relay
The Captain is a moral man
Sometimes he finds it trying

(Spaulding)
This fact I emphasize with stress
I never take a drink unless - Somebody's buying

(All)
The Captain is a very moral man

(Jamison)
If he hears anything obscene 
He'll naturally repel it

(Spaulding)
I hate a dirty joke I do
Unless it's told by someone who 
Knows how to tell it

(All)
The Captain is a very moral man
Hooray for Captain Spaulding 
The African explorer

(Spaulding)
Did someone call me Shnorrer?

(All)
Hooray, Hooray, Hooray

(Jamison)
He went into the jungle where all the monkeys throw nuts

(Spaulding)
If I stay here I'll go nuts

(All)
Hooray, Hooray, Hooray
He put all his reliance 
In courage and defiance
And risked his life for science

(Spaulding)
Hey, hey

(Mrs. Rittenhouse)
You are the only white man to cover every acre

(Spaulding)
I think I'll try and make her

(All)
Hooray, Hooray, Hooray
He put all his reliance 
In courage and defiance
And risked his life for science

(Spaulding)
Hey, hey

(All)
Hooray for Captain Spaulding 
The African explorer
He brought his name undying fame
And that is why we say 
Hooray, Hooray, Hooray

(Spaulding attempts to speak)
My friends, I am highly gratified at this magnificent display of effusion and I want you to know.........

(All)
Hooray for Captain Spaulding 
The African explorer
He brought his name undying fame
And that is why we say 
Hooray, Hooray, Hooray

(Spaulding)
My friends, I am highly gratified at this magnificent display of effusion and I want you to know.........

Hooray for Captain Spaulding 
The African big hero..... 

Well, somebody's got to do it!

À L'enseigne De La Fille Sans Coeur
Composer(s): Jean Villard
Performer(s): Edith Piaf; Barbara



Le ciel est bleu, le vent du large
Creuse la mer bien joliment
Vers le port, montant à la charge
Galopent seize escadrons blancs
C'est un port tout au bord du monde
Dont les rues s'ouvrent sur l'infini
Mais de là, comme la terre est ronde
On ne voit pas les États-Unis

Tout le monde s'en fout, 'y a du bonheur
'y a un bar chez Rita la blonde
Tout le monde s'en fout, 'y a du bonheur
À l'enseigne de la Fille Sans Cœur!
L'accordéon joue en majeur
Les refrains de ce vaste monde
'y a la belle blonde
Cette rose en fleur
À l'enseigne de la Fille Sans Cœur

Dans ce petit bar, c'est là qu'elle règne
On voit flamber sa toison d'or
Sa bouche est comme un fruit qui saigne
Mais on dit que son cœur est mort
Pourtant les gars sont là, tout drôles 
Les p'tits, les durs, les malabars
Qui entrent en roulant des épaules
'y en a qui sont venus d'Dakar

'y en a d'Anvers, 'y en a d'Honfleur
Bourlinguant parfois jusqu'aux pôles
Ils la regardent, c'est tout leur bonheur
Mais pas un ne connaît ses faveurs
L'accordéon joue en majeur
Tous les airs: les tristes, les drôles...
'y a des gars qui jouent leur bonheur
À l'enseigne de la Fille Sans Cœur

Le patron connaissait la musique 
Il aimait le son des écus
Il disait à sa fille unique 
"Fuis l'amour, c'est du temps perdu!"
Mais un soir, la mer faisait rage...
On vit entrer un étranger
Aux beaux yeux d'azur sans nuages
C'est alors que tout a changé...

Il a regardé la fille sans cœur
Elle était comme un ciel d'orage
Quelqu'un a fait: "'y a un malheur"
On entendait battre les cœurs
L'accordéon joue en mineur
Un refrain dans le vent sauvage
'y a une fille, le visage en pleurs
À l'enseigne de la Fille Sans Cœur

Il a dit: "C'est toi, ma divine!"
Elle répondit: "Je suis à toi..."
Il l'a serrée sur sa poitrine
Elle a pleuré entre ses bras
Les autres alors, mélancoliques
Sont partis avec un soupir...
Le vent chantait sur l'Atlantique
Pour ce cœur qui venait de s'ouvrir

Ils ont filé vers leur grand bonheur
Le patron dut fermer boutique
On l'a vu boire toutes ses liqueurs
À l'enseigne de la Fille Sans Cœur
Oui, mais l'État, cet accapareur
Qu'a toujours le sens du comique
A mis le bureau du Percepteur
À l'enseigne de la Fille Sans Cœur...

A Lei
Performer(s): Anna Oxa



A lei che sa capirti
come sei
a lei che non tradì
a lei che dice si
quando vuoi
a lei che spazza via
la tua malinconia
per me
facendoti l'amore
togliendoti il bicchiere 
Lo so

Tu con lei vola più su
vola in alto come sai tu
vecchie cose dentro di me
l'ombra di un uomo che assomiglia a te

Lei che prende lei che da
lei che vince lei che ha
lei che ride lei che c'e'
tutte le volte che volevi me

A lei, la tua, la sola grande idea
a lei che aggiusta il cuore
a lei che ti fa dire
quel che vuoi
a lei che mi sorride
per strada se mi vede 
Ma si!

A lei che a luce spente
confondi nella mente 
con me
dietro lei cammini tu
senza lei non vivi più
dillo a lei a lei che non sa
com'eri prima di incontrare lei

Lei che sogna lei che da
lei che viene lei che non va
lei che vive lei che c'e'
tutte le volte che cercavi me

Hooked On You
Composer(s): Joe Malloy; David Sanchez
Performer(s): Sweet Sensation



I can't explain what I'm going through
Wish I could find the right words to say
Losing control and it's over you
Nobody else could make me feel this way
Could it just be that I'm curious
And I want to make you play my game
But something tells me that it's serious
Because I go insane when I hear your name

I'm hooked on you
I'm hooked on you, what can I do
It's over you

I try to hide it but I know it's true
My body trembles when I look in your eyes
I'm so turned on, I don't know what to do
It seems a touch can make my tempature rise
Could it just be that I'm curious
And I want to make you play my game
But something tells me that it's serious
Because I go insane when I hear your name

I'm hooked on you
I'm hooked on you, you make me feel so good, what can I do
It's over you
I'm hooked on you
I'm needing you baby
I'm hooked on you, I'm needing you baby, what can I do
Won't you say you love me

What can I do, it's over you

Days go warm, and nights go cold
You are the one I need to hold
Try decide, this love is made
Loving you can set me free
I'm hooked on you can't you see
Hearts on fire
Higher, higher
Nobody else can make me feel the way that you do

Could it be that this time love has taken all control
You're the one who's touch I need, the one I need to hold
Could it be that this time love has taken all control
I'm hooked on you, you're the one I need to hold
What can I do, it's over you

A Legal Matter
Composer(s): Pete Townshend
First release by: The Who - 1965
Covered by multiple other artists



I told you why I changed my mind
I got bored by playing with time
I know you thought you had me nailed
But I've freed my head from your garden rails

Now it's a legal matter, baby
You got me on the run
It's a legal matter, baby
A legal matter from now on

My mind's lost in a household fog
Wedding gowns and catalogues
Kitchen furnishings and houses
Maternity clothes and baby's trousers

Now it's a legal matter, baby
Marrying is no fun
It's a legal matter, baby
A legal matter from now on

I told you why I changed my mind
I got bored by playing with time
I know you thought you had me nailed
Well, I've freed my head from your garden rails

Now it's a legal matter, baby
You got me on the run
It's a legal matter, baby
A legal matter from now on

You ain't the first and you ain't the last
I gain and lose my women fast
I never want to make them cry
I just get bored, don't ask me why

Just want to keep doing all the dirty little things I do
And not work all day in an office just to bring my money back to you
Sorry, baby

Hooked On The Memory Of You
Composer(s): Neil Diamond
Performer(s): Neil Diamond



Stay with me, here with me
I want you near with me
I'm a man that's hooked on the mem'ry of you and I 
Who knows why?
I only know that I'm sure I am hooked on the mem'ry of you

Time, time standing still
I know it's you
I always will need you to lay with me; lie with me
Spend your desire with me if you can
I'm hooked on the mem'ry of you and I 
Who knows why?
I guess I wanted for you to be hooked on the mem'ry of me

Time, time standing still
I know it's you
I always will want you to be here wit me
I want you to stay right here with me
I need you to love with me; laugh with me
Forgive the past with me
I know you can
I'm hooked on the mem'ry of you and I 
Who knows why?
Guess I just wanted for you to be hooked on the mem'ry of me

Oh, you know that it's true
Not a thing I can do
I'm hooked on the mem'ry of you

A Las Piedras De Belen
Performer(s): Fito Páez



Me dijeron que me calle 
que no hay mucha más que ver 
me dijeron que me vaya 
que me deje de joder 
Me metieron en un rollo 
que al final no se muy bien como se sale 
me pregunto en que pensaban 
cuando estaban por coger 
Que te escupan en la cara 
que te duela hoy más que ayer 
que te chupen en la cana 
que te enseñen a perder 
ya no quiero levantarme paranoico 
en el medio de la noche
Ya no quiero que me agarren esta vez
A la luz de las estrellas 
A las piedras de Belén 
A las tetas de Gioconda 
A los múltiplos de tres 
Me dirijo hacia ese punto donde hay algo 
y a la vez no existe nada 
Me pregunto que otra cosa puedo hacer

Hooked On A Feeling
Composer(s): Mark James
Performer(s): B.J. Thomas



I can't stop this feelin' deep inside of me
Girl, you just don't realize what you do to me
When ya hold me in your arms so tight
You let me know everything's all right

I-I-I, I'm hooked on a feelin'
High on believin' that you're in love with me

Lips are sweet as candy, the taste stays on my mind
Girl, you keep me thirsty for another cup of wine
I got it bad for you, girl but I don't need a cure
I'll just stay addicted and hope I can endure

All the good love when we're all alone
Keep it up, girl, yeah ya turn me on

I-I-I, I'm hooked on a feelin'
High on believin' that you're in love with me

All the good love when we're all alone
Keep it up, girl, yeah ya turn me on

I-I-I, I'm hooked on a feelin'
I'm high on believin' that you're in love with me

A Lady Loves
Composer(s): Josef Myrow - Mack Gordon
Performer(s): Debbie Reynolds 
and multiple other artists



A lady loves expensive clothes
and pretty jewels and furs and french chapeaus 
(In other words, a lady is materialistic)
she loves her lingerie in black
it suits her zodiac 
(Stupid enough to believe in astrology 
And colour coordinate to it, too)

Loves a penthouse where she'll be content to stay (alone, looks like)
finds little gifts on her breakfast tray (or money on the dresser)
but now and then pack and sail away 
for a simple Riveria holiday (one way trip)

A lady loves beaucoup l'amour
but first of all she loves to be secure (Jails are secure)
and she adores the subtle phrase
that it's the man who pays (A lady's cheap, too)

Yet there is one vital thought she will place above
all the things I mention of
that most of all a lady loves to love
(Thank God 
For love, a woman will give up all of the above expensive furs, penthouse, etc.)

Male chorus:
A lady loves her phobias 
She has complexities she will insist
(The first serious thing mentioned in this song)

Lady:
It gives her things to talk about with her psychiatrist
(at $100 an hour, too- and guess who pays? 
See above)

Male Chorus:
Incidentally when she drops her glove
Gentlemen know what she's thinking of
(Yes: "Damn, I dropped my glove!)

Lady:
That most of all a lady loves to love

Male Chorus:
And what is more a lady loves to live

Lady:
And what is more lady lives to love

Hoogtevrees In Babylon
Performer(s): Boudewijn de Groot



ze zeiden: bouw een toren
tot aan de hemelpoort
laat niemand ervan horen
en spreek daarbij geen woord
de noten waren mijn stenen
de melodie was mijn cement
je bouwt tenslotte met datgene
waarmee je gezegend bent

priesters die me zagen
zegenden mijn werk
ik had niets te klagen
ze baden voor me in hun kerk
ik schreef in kalk: weet iemand
tot hoever ik moet gaan
ze zeiden: dat weet niemand
't is ergens bovenaan

ik zweeg in alle talen
en bouwde immer voort
zou ik het kunnen halen
tot aan de hemelpoort?

Paul Simon was degene
die vroeg waar ik mee bezig was
hij gaf me een paar stenen
en ging liggen in het gras
hij zei: wordt dit de hoogste toren
door mensenhand gemaakt
dan weet je van tevoren
dat je wordt afgekraakt

hooggegrepen zinnen
theatrale melodie
het lijkt heel wat daarbinnen
maar het blijkt een parodie
achttien trage kraaien
vlogen cirkels boven ons hoofd
je moet de leugen niet verdraaien
of je wordt niet meer geloofd

ik zweeg in alle talen
en bouwde immer voort
zou ik het kunnen halen
tot aan de hemelpoort?

mijn moeder schuifelde nader
ik heb ervan gehoord
je wilt naar God de Vader
achter de hemelpoort
ik hoop dat het niet waar is
zoiets is te profaan
maar laat me weten als het klaar is
want alleen laat ik je niet gaan

ik metselde mijn muren
duizend stenen in het rond
het kon niet lang meer duren
tot ik in de wolken stond
mijn moeder kon ik niet meer horen
Paul Simon schudde 't hoofd
ik dacht: je moet je niet laten storen
door wie niet in je gelooft

ik zweeg in alle talen
en bouwde immer voort
zou ik het kunnen halen
tot aan de hemelpoort?

de nacht begon te vallen
met sterren om me heen
de toren werd al smaller
want ik had te weinig steen
ik voelde dat ik niet verder kon
op dit godverlaten uur
beneden me lag Babylon
als glanzend zacht glazuur

ik besloot mijn werk te staken
het werd een hopeloos karwei
het had met godsvrucht iets te maken
maar er kwam nog wat anders bij
de toren hoefde niet vanaf de grond
tot de hemelpoort te reiken
maar ik wilde wel wanneer ik boven stond
nog naar beneden durven kijken

ik schreeuwde: ik ga 't niet halen
maar ik werd niet gehoord
men zweeg in alle talen
beneden in het Land van Baäl
en achter de hemelpoort

À L'abattoir
Composer(s): Michael Mantler - Philippe Soupault
Performer(s): Michael Mantler



Adieu lézards adieu corbeaux
Bonsoir les hommes et vous les veaux
Tout est à recommencer
Quand vous gueulez
Comme des damnés

Je sais bien que tout s'effondre
Chaque jour et chaque nuit
Que je n'ai plus rien à attendre
Et que tout ce qui s'ensuit
C'est de savoir que je suis dupe

Les soirs tombent comme les années
Je ne sais même plus les compter
Ce n'est plus jamais à prendre
Mais pour toujours tout laisser
Rien ne peut recommencer

Adieu vantard adieu salaud
Bonsoir crétin et toi le veau
C'est moi qui ai commencé
Quand je gueulais
Comme un damné

Hoodoo Snake Doctor Blues
Composer(s): Johnny Shines
Performer(s): Johnny Shines



I'm going surprise my baby, and I tipped up to her door
I's going surprise my baby, and I tipped up to her door
I could hear nothing but best friend crying
and slats falling all on the floor

I thought my baby was sick when I heard a grunting sound
I thought my baby was sick when I heard a grunting sound
Well, I peeped through my window
I thought Doc was trying to hold her down

I know sick people need quietness, so I didn't dare open up my trap
I know sick people need quietness, so I didn't dare open up my trap
I know Doc was a hoodoo man
when I saw a huge snake laying in her lap

À La Volonté Du Peuple
((English Version: Do You Hear The People Sing?))
Composer(s): Alain Boublil - Jean-Marc Natel - Claude-Michel Schönberg
Performer(s): Michel Sardou
and multiple other artists



À la volonté du peuple
Et à la santé du progrès
Remplis ton cœur d'un vin rebelle
Et à demain, ami fidèle
Nous voulons faire la lumière
Malgré le masque de la nuit
Pour illuminer notre terre
Et changer la vie
Il faut gagner à la guerre
Notre sillon à labourer
Déblayer la misère
Pour les blonds épis de la paix
Qui danseront de joie
Au grand vent de la liberté
À la volonté du peuple
Et à la santé du progrès
Remplis ton cœur d'un vin rebelle
Et à demain, ami fidèle
Nous voulons faire la lumière
Malgré le masque de la nuit
Pour illuminer notre terre
Et changer la vie
À la volonté du peuple
Je fais don de ma volonté
S'il faut mourir pour elle
Moi je veux être le premier
Le premier nom gravé
Au marbre du monument d'espoir
À la volonté du peuple
Et à la santé du progrès
Remplis ton cœur d'un vin rebelle
Et à demain, ami fidèle
Nous voulons faire la lumière
Malgré le masque de la nuit
Pour illuminer notre terre
Et changer la vie

Hoodoo Lady Blues 
Composer(s): Arthur "Big Boy" Crudup; R. Knowling; L. Riley
Performer(s): Arthur "Big Boy" Crudup



Believe I'll drop down in Louisiana 
just to see a dear old friend of mine 
Believe I'll drop down in Louisiana 
just to see a dear old friend of mine 
You know, maybe she can help me, durn my hard, hard time

You know they tell me in Louisiana, there's hoodoos all over there 
You know they tell me in Louisiana, there's hoodoos all over there 
You know they'll do anything for the money, man, in the world, I declare

Yeah, man, play it for me

"Now, Miss Hoodoo Lady, please give me a hoodoo hand
"Now, Miss Hoodoo Lady, please give me a hoodoo hand 
"I wanna hoodoo this woman of mine, I believe she's got another man" 

Now, she squabbles all night long, she won't let me sleep
Lord, I wonder what in the world this woman done done to me

"Now, Miss Hoodoo Lady, please give me a hoodoo hand
"Now, Miss Hoodoo Lady, please give me a hoodoo hand 
"I wanna hoodoo this woman of mine, I believe she's got another man"

À La Vie, À L'amour
Composer(s): Jacques Dutronc - Jacques Lanzmann
Performer(s): Jacques Dutronc



Je veux mourir dans ton lit
Non pas de pleurésie
Mais mourir assouvi
De tes cajoleries
Amour, tu me tueras
Ton premier vrai soupir
Pour mon dernier soupir
Et te faire tressaillir
Avant de m'évanouir
Amour, tu me tueras
Amour, tu me tueras
Amour, le doux trépas
Dans tes bras

Quell' bell' fin pour moi
De mourir dans tes bras
Et mon linceul de roi
Dans la soie de tes bras
Je veux mourir pour ton plaisir
Et quand on m'enterrera
Non pas d'allélouia
Mais le Kamasutra
Sur ma tombe on gravera
"À la vie, à l'amour"
Amour, tu me tueras
Amour le doux trépas
Dans tes bras

Hoochie Coochie Man
Composer(s): Willie Dixon
Performer(s): Muddy Waters



Gypsy woman told my momma, before I was born 
You got a boy-child comin', gonna be a son-of-a-gun 
Gonna make these pretty women, jump and shout 
And the world will only know, a-what it's all about 

Y'know I'm here 
Everybody knows I'm here 
And I'm the hoochie-coochie man 
Everybody knows I'm here 

On the seventh hour, of the seventh day
on the seventh month, the seventh doctor said
"He's born for good luck, and I know you see 
Got seven hundred dollars, and don't you mess with me 

Y'know I'm here 
Everybody knows I'm here 
And I'm the hoochie-coochie man 
Everybody knows I'm here 

Gypsy woman told my momma 
Said "Ooh, what a boy
he gonna make so many women
jump and shout for joy" 

Y'know I'm here 
Everybody knows I'm here 
And I'm the hoochie-coochie man 
Everybody knows I'm here 

Gypsy woman told my momma, before I was born 
You got a boy-child comin', gonna be a son-of-a-gun 
Gonna make these pretty women, jump and shout 
And the world will only know, a-what it's all about 

Y'know I'm here 
Everybody knows I'm here 
And I'm the hoochie-coochie man 
Everybody knows I'm here 

I got a black cat bone, I got a mojo too 
I got John the Conqueror, I'm gonna mess with you 
I'm gonna make you, pretty girl, lead me by the hand 
Then the world will know, the Hoochie-Coochie Man

Under Paris Skies
((Adapted from: Sous Le Ciel De Paris (by Jean Bretonnière) - 1951))
Composer(s): Hubert Giraud - Jean Drejac - Kim Gannon
Performer(s): Frank Chacksfield - 1952
and multiple other artists



Stranger beware
There's love in the air
Under Paris skies
Try to be smart
Don't let your heart
Catch on fire!
Love becomes king
The moment it's Spring
Under Paris skies
Lonely hearts meet
Somewhere on the street
Of desire

Parisian love can bloom
High in a skylight room
Or in a gay cafe
Where hundreds of people can see!

I wasn't smart
And I lost my heart
Under Paris skies
Don't ever be
A heartbroken stranger like me!

Oh, I fell in love
Yes I was a fool
For Paris can be
So beautifully cruel
Paris is just a gay coquette
Who wants to love and then forget
Stranger beware!
There's love in the air!

Just look and see
What happened to me
Under Paris skies
Watch what you do
Same thing can happen to you!
Watch what you do
The same thing can happen to you!

Honte À Qui Peut Chanter
Composer(s): Georges Brassens
Performer(s): Maxime le Forestier



{Refrain:}
Honte à cet effronté qui peut chanter pendant
Que Rome brûle, ell' brûl' tout l' temps...
Honte à qui malgré tout fredonne des chansons
A Gavroche, à Mimi Pinson

En mil neuf cent trent'-sept que faisiez-vous mon cher?
J'avais la fleur de l'âge et la tête légère
Et l'Espagne flambait dans un grand feu grégeois
Je chantais, et j'étais pas le seul: "Y a d' la joie"

Et dans l'année quarante mon cher que faisiez-vous?
Les Teutons forçaient la frontière, et comme un fou
Et comm' tout un chacun, vers le sud, je fonçais
En chantant: "Tout ça, ça fait d'excellents Français"

{Refrain}

À l'heure de Pétain, à l'heure de Laval
Que faisiez-vous mon cher en plein dans la rafale?
Je chantais, et les autres ne s'en privaient pas 
"Bel ami", "Seul ce soir", "J'ai pleuré sur tes pas"

Mon cher, un peu plus tard, que faisait votre glotte
Quand en Asie ça tombait comme à Gravelotte?
Je chantais, il me semble, ainsi que tout un tas
De gens: "Le déserteur", "Les croix", "Quand un soldat"

{Refrain}

Que faisiez-vous mon cher au temps de l'Algérie
Quand Brel était vivant qu'il habitait Paris?
Je chantais, quoique désolé par ces combats 
"La valse à mille temps" et "Ne me quitte pas"

Le feu de la ville éternelle est éternel
Si Dieu veut l'incendie, il veut les ritournelles
À qui fera-t-on croir' que le bon populo
Quand il chante quand même, est un parfait salaud?

{Refrain}

À La Varenne
Composer(s): Marc Hélyà - J. Jekyll
Performer(s): Georges Brassens; Emile Carrara



Les bourgeois rupins
Ceux qu'ont les moyens
S'en vont l'été s'fair' plumer à Deauville
Quand on n'a pas l'sou
On va n'importe où
Où ça coûte pas des prix fous
Car à mon avis
C'est pas pour bibi
Les endroits où l'on fait des chichis

Moi, j'ai mon golf et mon bateau
Ma plage et mon casino
À la Varenne
Moi, je n'vais pas avec les gros
À Dinard à Saint-Malo
Fair' des fredaines
Moi, dans un bar à gigolos
Payer vingt balles un sirop
Ça m'frait d'la peine
Moi, j'préfèr' un p'tit caboulot
Où qu'on boit du picolo
Au bord de l'eau

On n'a pas d'négros
Comme à Monaco
Qui font du jazz à mille francs la séance
Au son d'un phono
Ou d'un vieux piano
C'est quat' sous pour un tango
Et comme on peut pas
Se payer tout ça
Y a des boîtes à deux ronds la java

Moi, j'ai mon golf et mon bateau
Ma plage et mon casino
À la Varenne
Moi, j'y connais des dactylos
Qui sont plus chouett's en maillot
Qu'bien des mondaines
Moi, dans un bar à gigolos
Payer vingt balles un sirop
Ça m'frait d'la peine
Moi, j'préfèr' un p'tit caboulot
Où qu'on boit du picolo
Au bord de l'eau