À Jeun
Composer(s): Jacques Brel - Gérard Jouannest
Performer(s): Jacques Brel



Parfaitement à jeun
Vous me voyez surpris
De ne pas trouver mon lit ici

Parfaitement à jeun
Je le vois qui recule
Je le vois qui bascule aussi

Guili guili guili

Viens-là mon petit lit
Si tu ne viens pas t'a moi
Ce n'est pas moi qui irai t'à toi
Mais qui n'avance pas recule
Comme dit Monsieur Dupneu
Un mec qui articule
Et qui est chef du contentieux

Parfaitement à jeun
Je reviens d'une belle fête
J'ai enterré Huguette ce matin

Parfaitement à jeun
J'ai fait semblant d'pleurer
Pour ne pas faire rater la fête

Z'étaient deux cents noirs
Les voisins les amis
Y avait qu'moi qu'était gris
Dans cette foire
Y avait beau-maman belle-papa
Z'avez pas vu Mirza
Et puis Monsieur Dupneu
Qu'est chef du contentieux

Parfaitement à jeun
En enterrant ma femme
J'ai surtout enterré
la maitresse d'André

Je n'l'ai su que c'matin
Et par un enfant de chœur
Qui m'racontait qu'sa sœur ah ça
Il me reste deux solutions
Ou bien frapper André
Ou bien gnougnougnafié
La femme d'André
Sur son balcon
Ou bien rester chez moi
Feu-cocu mais joyeux
C'est ce que me conseille André
André André Dupneu
Qu'est mon chef du contentieux

Parfaitement à jeun
Vous me voyez surpris
De ne pas trouver mon lit

Youth Of Today
Composer(s): Kelvin Grant; 
Michael Grant; Dennis Seaton; Patrick Waite
Performer(s): Musical Youth



Dennis
come back with
My apple pie!
Don’t blame the youth

Don’t blame the youth

Don’t take us for fools

Don’t blame the youth
You know that it’s true

Don’t blame the youth

So
don’t blame the youth
Don’t blame the youth
The youth of today has got lots to say
it’s our life
it’s our future

Because we’re living today
so don’t blame the youth - what do you say?
My mother went to town to buy a little bike
And when she see the price she nearly loose her sight
Ca dis a judgement time slang bong
Lord
ca dis a judgement time
Slang bong bong bong
Ai
the youth of today
the youth of today

We’re under heavy heavy manners
yeah
We’re under heavy heavy manners
yeah 
What did he say?
I went down-town to buy a set of drums
but when me see the price
It have me tumble down
ca dis a judgement time
boy
Lord
ca dis a judgement time
Do it right
Ai
the youth of today
the youth of today
. . .
I went down-town to go buy keyboard
The price of the board make me shout out loud
ca dis a judgement time
Slong bong biddley bong
ca dis a judgement time mirror style
Ai
the youth of today
the youth of today
. . .
All night long shine
The youth of today has got lots to say
it’s our life our future

Because we’re living today
so don’t blame the youth

You know that it’s true
so don’t blame the youth
My mother went to town to buy a little bike

Janela
Performer(s): Roberto Carlos



Da janela o horizonte, a liberdade de uma estrada eu posso ver
O meu pensamento voa livre em sonhos pra longe de onde estou
Eu às vezes penso até onde essa estrada pode levar alguém
Tanta gente já se arrependeu e eu
Eu vou pensar
Eu vou pensar
 
Quantas vezes eu pensei sair de casa mas eu desisti
Pois eu sei lá fora eu não teria o que eu tenho agora aqui
Meu pai me dá conselhos, minha mãe vive falando sem saber
Que eu tenho meus problemas e que às vezes só eu posso resolver
 
Coisas da vida
Choque de opiniões
Coisas da vida
Coisas da vida
 
Novamente eu penso ir embora viver a vida que eu quiser
Caminhar no mundo enfrentando qualquer coisa que vier
Penso andar sem rumo, pelas ruas, pela noite sem pensar
No que vou dizer em casa, nem satisfações a dar
 
Penso duas vezes, me convenço que aqui é o meu lugar
Lá fora às vezes chove, e é quase certo que eu vou querer voltar
A noite é sempre fria quando não se tem um teto com amor
E esse amor eu tenho mas esqueço às vezes de lhe dar valor
 
Tudo tem seu tempo, e uma vida inteira eu tenho pra viver
E nessa vida é necessário a gente procurar compreender
Coisas que aborrecem acontecem muitas vezes por amor
E esse amor eu tenho esquecido às vezes de lhe dar valor

Yours Is No Disgrace
Composer(s): Jon Anderson; Chris Squire; 
Steve Howe; Tony Kaye; Bill Bruford
Performer(s): Yes



Yesterday a morning came, a smile upon your face
Caesar's palace, morning glory, silly human race
On a sailing ship to nowhere, leaving any place
If the summer changed to winter, yours is no disgrace

Battleships confide in me and tell me where you are
Shining, flying, purple wolfhound, show me where you are
Lost in summer, born in winter, travel very far
Lost in losing circumstances, that's just where you are

Yesterday a morning came, a smile upon your face
Caesar's palace, morning glory, silly human race
On a sailing ship to nowhere, leaving any place
If the summer changed to winter, yours is no
Yours is no disgrace
Yours is no disgrace
Yours is no disgrace

Death defying, mutilated armies scatter the earth
Crawling out of dirty holes, their morals, their morals disappear

Yesterday a morning came, a smile upon your face
Caesar's palace, morning glory, silly human, silly human race
On a sailing ship to nowhere, leaving any place
If the summer changed to winter, yours is no
Yours is no disgrace
Yours is no disgrace
Yours is no disgrace

A Hymn To Him
((Dutch Version: Een Loflied Op Hem (Wim Sonneveld))
Composer(s): Alan Jay Lerner - Frederick Loewe
Performer(s): Rex Harrison
and multiple other artists



Women are irrational, that's all there is to that!
There heads are full of cotton, hay, and rags!
They're nothing but exasperating, irritating vacillating, calculating, agitating 
Maddening and infuriating hats!

Why can't a woman be more like a man?
Men are so honest, so thoroughly square
Eternally noble, historic'ly fair
Who, when you win, will always give your back a pat
Why can't a woman be like that?

Why does ev'ryone do what the others do?
Can't a woman learn to use her head?
Why do they do ev'rything their mothers do?
Why don't they grow up like their father instead?
Why can't a woman take after a man?

Men are so pleasant, so easy to please
Whenever you're with them, you're always at ease
Would you be slighted if I didn't speak for hours?
Would you be livid if I had a drink or two?
Would you be wounded if I never sent you flowers?
Why can't a woman be like you?

One man in a million may shout a bit
Now and then there's one with slight defects
One, perhaps, whose truthfulness you doubt a bit
But by and large we are a marvelous sex!

Why can't a woman behave like a man?
Men are so friendly, good natured and kind
A better companion you never will find
If I were hours late for dinner, would you bellow?
If I forgot your silly birthday, would you fuss?
Would you complain if I took out another fellow?
Why can't a woman be like us?

Why can't a woman be more like a man?
Men are so decent, such regular chaps
Ready to help you through any mishaps
Ready to buck you up whenever you are glum
Why can't a woman be a chum?

Why is thinking something women never do?
Why is logic never even tried?
Straight'ning up their hair is all they ever do
Why don't they straighten up the mess that's inside?
Why can't a woman be more like a man?

If I were a woman who'd been to a ball
Been hailed as a princess by one and by all
Would I start weeping like a bathtub over flowing?
And carry on as if my home were in a tree?
Would I run off and never tell me where I'm going?
Why can't a woman be like me?

Yours And Mine
Composer(s): Arthur Freed; Nacio Herb Brown
Performer(s): Judy Garland;
and various other artists



Love can come along in the strangest ways
It looks at a lucky couple and sets their hearts ablaze
I can feel that fire in my happy heart
For we are the lucky couple look what we have for a start

The stars that shine are Yours and Mine
The rainbows in the sky are Yours and Mine
The song of springtime the lullaby of fall
The sunshine of summertime belongs to us all

The moon above is Yours and Mine
The right to fall in love is Yours and Mine
The hope of finding the dream our hearts design
All this is yours and mine

A Hundred Years From Today
Composer(s): Victor Young - Ned Washington - Joseph Young
First performance/First recording by: Katherine Perry - 1933/Peggy Lee - 1947
Covered by multiple other artists



Don't save your kisses just pass them around
You'll find my reason is logically sound
Who's gonna know that you passed them around
A hundred years from today

Why crave a penthouse that's fit for a queen
You're nearer heaven on mother earth's green
If you had millions what would they all mean
A hundred years from today

So laugh and sing
Make love the thing
Be happy while you may
There's always one
Beneath the sun who's bound to make you feel that way

The moon is shining and that's a good sign
Cling to me closer and say you'll be mine
Remember darling we won't see it shine
A hundred years from today
A hundred years from today

The moon is shining and that's a good sign
Cling to me closer and say you'll be mine
Remember darling we won't see it shine
A hundred years from today
A hundred years from today

Today
Today

Yours
Spanish Title: Quiereme Mucho
Composer(s): Gonzalo Roig; Augustin Rodriguez; Jack Sherr
Performer(s): Dinah Shore;
and various other artists



Yours till the stars lose their glory
Yours till the birds fail to sing
Yours to the end of life's story
This pledge to you, dear, I bring

Yours in the grey of December
Here, or on far distant shores
I've never loved anyone the way I love you
How could I, when I was born to be just yours

This night has music, the sweetest music
It echoes somewhere within my heart
I hold you near me, so, darling, hear me
I have a message I must impart

Yours till the stars lose their glory
Yours till the birds fail to sing
Yours to the end of life's story
This pledge to you, dear, I bring

Yours in the grey of December
Here, or on far distant shores
I've never loved anyone the way I love you
How could I when I was born to be just yours
Just yours
When I was born to be just yours

A Hundred Years From Now
Composer(s): Lester Flatt - Earl Scruggs
Performer(s): Elvis Presley
and multiple other artists



Well a hundred years from now I won't be crying
A hundred years from now I won't be blue
My heart will have to forget that we ever met
But I won't care a hundred years from now

I'll never forget sweetheart the night you told me
That you could Live without my love somehow
That's all in the past I knew it wouldn't last
But I won't care a hundred years from now

You're Under Arrest
Composer(s): Serge Gainsbourg
Performer(s): Serge Gainsbourg; Zenith



Un soir que j'étais dans le Bronx
J'étais on ne peut plus anx
ieux de retrouver Samantha
Entre Thelonius Monk
Quelques punks aussi Brons
Ki beat giclant de mon Aiwa

You're under arrest
'Cause you are the best

J'ai dit et je redis donc s'
Ur le trop tard du Bronx
Je recherchais Samantha
S'pointent deux gorilles du Bronx
Il est évident donc c'
Etait mal barré pour moi

You're under arrest
'Cause you are the best

C'était deux police blacks
Qui pratiquaient le slang
Ainsi que le colt cobra
Ils m'plaquent au mur du Bronx
Et je défie quiconque
De ne pas avoir les foies

You're under arrest
'Cause you are the best

You're under arrest
'Cause you are the best

L'un des ces yankees monk
Ey me dit "give us your money"
Qu'est-ce que t'aurais fait toi
Ils m'relachent ainsi donc
J'enfonce dans le Bronx
Retrouver Samantha
You're under arrest
'Cause you are the best
You're under arrest
'Cause you are the best

A Hundred Pounds Of Clay
((French Version: Avec Une Poignée De Terre (by	Johnny Hallyday) - 1961)) 
Composer(s): Bob Elgin - Luther Dixon - Kay Rogers
First release by: Gene McDaniels - 1961
Covered by multiple other artists



He took a hundred pounds of clay
And they He said "Hey, listen,
I'm gonna fix this-a world today
Because I know what's missin'"
Then He rolled his big sleeves up
And a brand-new world began
He created a woman and-a lots of lovin' for a man
Whoa-oh-oh, yes he did

With just a hundred pounds of clay
He made my life worth livin'
And I will thank Him every day
For every kiss you're givin'
And I'll thank Him every night
For the arms that are holdin' me tight
And He did it all with just a hundred pounds of clay
Yes he did, whoa-oh, yes He did

Now can'tcha just see Him a-walkin' 'round and 'round
Pickin' the clay uppa off the ground?
Doin' just what He should do
To make a livin' dream like you
He rolled His big sleeves up
And a brand-new world began
He created a woman and-a lots of lovin' for a man
Whoa-oh-oh, yes he did

With just a hundred pounds of clay
People, let me tall ya what He did
With just a hundred pounds of clay ...

You're The Voice
Composer(s): Andy Qunta;
Keith Reid; Maggie Ryder; Chris Thompson
Performer(s): John Farnham;
and various other artists



We have the chance to turn the pages over
We can write what we wanna write
We gotta make ends meet before we get much older
We're al someone's daughter
We're all someone's son
How long can we look at each other
Down the barrel of a gun?

Chorus:
You're the voice, try and understand it
Make a noise and make it clear
We're not gonna sit in silence
We're not gonna live with fear

This time, you know that we all can stand together
With the power to be powerful
Believing, we can make it better
We're all someone's daughter
We're all someone's son
How long can we look at each other
Down the barrel of a gun?

Chorus
Repeat

We're all someone's daughter
We're all someone's son
How long can we look at each other
Down the barrel of a gun?

Chorus
Repeat

Avec Une Poignée De Terre
((Adapted from: A Hundred Pounds Of Clay (by Gene McDaniels) - 1961))
Composer(s): Bob Elgin - Luther Dixon - Kay Rogers - Manou Roblin
Performer(s): Johnny Hallyday; Dalida; Richard Anthony - 1961



Avec une poignée de terre
Il a crée le monde
Et quand il eut crée la terre
Tout en faisant sa ronde
Le Seigneur jugeant en somme
Qu'il manquait le minimum
Il créa la femme et l'amour
Qu'elle a donné aux hommes
Oui c'est vrai!

Avec une poignée de terre
Il a crée les lèvres
Et tes deux bras quand ils me serrent
Pour me donner la fièvre
Et je pense à chaque instant
Que celle que j'aime tant
Le Seigneur l'a fait
Rien qu'avec une poignée de terre
Oui c'est vrai! Oui c'est vrai!

Marchant à grands pas
Allant de-ci de-là
De la terre il ramassa
Puis ses manches il retroussa
Et de ses mains il façonna
La divine et douce personne
Celle que tout le monde nomme
L'éternelle dame pour l'amour
Qu'elle a donné aux hommes
Oui c'est vrai!

Avec une poignée de terre
Voilà ce que le Seigneur a fait
Avec une poignée de terre
Oui c'est vrai!

You're The Top
Composer(s): Cole Porter
Performer(s): Ethel Merman;
and various other artists



At words poetic, I'm so pathetic
That I always have found it best
Instead of getting 'em off my chest
To let 'em rest unexpressed
I hate parading my serenading
As I'll probably miss a bar
But if this ditty is not so pretty
At least it'll tell you how great you are

You're the top! You're the Colosseum
You're the top! You're the Louvre Museum
You're a melody from a symphony by Strauss
You're a Bendel bonnet, a Shakespeart sonnet
You're Mickey Mouse
You're the Nile, You're the Tow'r of Pisa
You're the smile on the Mona Lisa
I'm a worthless check, a total wreck, a flop
But if, Baby, I'm the bottom
You're the top!

Your words poetic are not pathetic
On the other hand, boy, you shine
And I can feel after every line
A thrill divine down my spine
Now gifted humans like Vincent Youmans
Might think that your song is bad
But for a person who's just rehearsin'
Well I gotta say this my lad

You're the top! You're Mahatma Ghandi
You're the top! You're Napolean brandy
You're the purple light of a summer night in Spain
You're the National Gall'ry, You're Garbo's sal'ry
You're cellophane
You're sublime, You're a turkey dinner
You're the time of the Derby winner
I'm a toy balloon that is fated soon to pop
But if, Baby, I'm the bottom
You're the top!

You're the top! You're a Ritz hot toddy
You're the top! You're a Brewster body
You're the boats that glide on the sleepy Zuider Zee
You're a Nathan Panning, You're Bishop Manning
You're broccoli
You're a prize, You're a night at Coney
You're the eyes of Irene Bordoni
I'm a broken doll, a fol-de-rol, a blop
But if, Baby, I'm the bottom
You're the top

You're the top! You're an Arrow collar
You're the top! You're a Coolidge dollar
You're the nimble tread of the feet of Fred Astaire
You're an O'Neill drama, You're Whistler's mama
You're Camembert
You're a rose, You're Inferno's Dante
You're the nost of the great Durante
I'm just in the way, as the French would say
"De trop"
But if, Baby, I'm the bottom
You're the top

You're the top! You're a Waldorf salad
You're the top! You're a Berlin ballad
You're a baby grand of a lady and a gent
You're an old dutch master, You're Mrs. Aster
You're Pepsodent
You're romance, You're the steppes of Russia
You're the pants on a Roxy usher
I'm a lazy lout that's just about to stop
But if Baby, I'm the bottom
You're the top!

You're the top! You're a dance in Bali
You're the top! You're a hot tamale
You're an angel, you simply too, too, too diveen
You're a Botticelli, You're Keats, You're Shelley
You're Ovaltine
You're a boon, You're the dam at Boulder
You're the moon over Mae West's shoulder
I'm a nominee of the G.O.P. or GOP
But if, Baby, I'm the bottom
You're the top!

You're the top! You're the Tower of Babel
You're the top! You're the Whitney Stable
By the River Rhine, You're a sturdy stein of beer
You're a dress from Saks's, You're next year's taxes'
You're stratosphere
You're my thoist, You're a Drumstick Lipstick
You're da foist in da Irish svipstick
I'm a frightened frog that can find no log to hop
But if, Baby, I'm the bottom
You're the top!

A Hundred Feet Away
Composer(s): Peter Anders - Joan Jett - Kenny Laguna
Performer(s): Joan Jett & the Blackhearts



Just a little girl in love staring at a penthouse suite
Waiting for the star above to come and join her
On the street

Maybe he'll want some company and she's got a dirty plan
But he can disappear so suddenly better grab 'em while you can you better

Standing in a lonely room high above the crowd below
With no one there to share the gloom when
Underneath begins to show

Living in a world of fantasy can't let the image fall
But he ain't the man he planned to be and he would
Give it all

For just a little girl in love someone who could share his day
And just what he was dreaming of
Was just a hundred feet away

Just a little girl in love just a little girl in love
There was just a little girl in love there was just a little girl in love

You're The Reason Why
Composer(s): Hubert Eaves III; James "D-Train" Williams
Performer(s): The Rubettes



The things you say don't always hurt me
But things you do don't always make me cry
The things you do they don't always hurt me
But when they hurt me you're the reason why
The things you do are without reason
The things for me to do is let it lie
But when I lie the pain ain't easin'
You know the reason you're the reason why
Sometime's I'm up sometime's I'm down
Sometime's I don't know where I'm going anyway
Sometimes I feel just like a clown
And I don't know where I'm going
And I just don't know the way
The things you say don't always hurt me
. . .
Sometimes I'm up sometimes I feel just like a clown
And I know just where I'm going
And I just don't know the way
The things you say don't always hurt me

A Hundred And Ten In The Shade
Composer(s): John Fogerty
First release by: John Fogerty - 1997



Way out there in the cotton
Sun beatin' down so hard
Sweat rollin' of this shovel
Diggin' in the devil's boneyard
Sure like a cool drink of water
Soft rag to soothe my face
Sure like a woman to talk to in this place

It's a hundred and ten
Hundred and ten in the shade
Goin' way down
Mama won't you carry me

Handle so hot I can't stand it
Might shrivel up and blow away
Noonday sun make you crazy
Least, that's what the old men say

Bottom land hard as a gravestone
Couldn't cut it with an axe
Gonna lay me down right here
And that's a fact

It's a hundred and ten
Hundred and ten in the shade
Goin' way down
Mama won't you carry me

Sometimes late in the evenin'
Everything is quiet and still
I set here and think about leavin'
Lord, I guess I never will
Heartache down in that city
Bright light scares me anyway
Sure like a woman to talk in this place

It's a hundred and ten
Hundred and ten in the shade
Goin' way down
Mama won't you carry me

You're The Reason God Made Oklahoma
Composer(s): Felice Bryant; 
Boudleaux Bryant; Larry Collins; Sandy Pinkard
Performer(s): David Frizzell & Shelly West



There's a full moon over Tulsa
I hope that it's shining on you
The nights are getting cold
In Cherokee County
There's a Blue Norther passing through
I remember green eyes and a rancher's daughter
But remember is all that I do
Losing you left a pretty good cowboy
With nothing to hold on to
Sundown came and I drove to town
And drank a drink or two
You're the reason God made Oklahoma
You're the reason God made Oklahoma
And I'm sure missing you
I'm sure missing you

Here the city lights out shine the moon
I was just now thinking of you
Sometimes when the wind blows you can
See the mountains
And all the way to Malibu
Everyone's a star here in L.A. County
You ought to see the things that they do
All the cowboys down on the Sunset Strip
Wish that they could be like you
The Santa Monica Freeway
Sometimes makes a country girl blue
You're the reason God made Oklahoma
You're the reason God made Oklahoma
And I'm sure missing you

I work 10 hours on a John Deere tractor
Just thinking of you all day

I've got a calico cat and a 2 room flat
On a street in West L.A.

You're the reason God made Oklahoma
You're the reason God made Oklahoma
And I'm sure missing you
I'm sure missing you

A House Without Love
Composer(s): Hank Williams Sr.
Performer(s): Hank Williams Sr.
and multiple other artists



For years we both have lived on pride, dear
And we agree that love is gone
Why, oh why do we keep tryin'
A House Without Love is not a home

The lovelight in your eyes has faded
And I'm contented just to roam
We slaved to gain a worthless treasure
A House Without Love is not a home

No matter where our footsteps wander
I know we'll both be all alone
With the pride that came between us
A House Without Love is not a home 

The simple things have gone forever
We wanted wealth to call our own
And now we've reached the hour of parting
A House Without Love is not a home

You're The Reason
Composer(s): Bobby Edwards; Terry Fell; 
James F. Hanley; Fred Henley; Mildred Imes
Performer(s): John Fogerty



I lay here at night, toss and I turn
lovin' you so, how my heart yearns
Honey, you're the reason I don't sleep at night
A-justa walkin' the floor, thinkin' of you
smoke cigarettes, and drink all day too
Honey, you're the reason I can't sleep at night

I'm bettin' you're not losin' sleep over me
but if I'm wrong don't fail to call
Come over and keep me-hee company
Sometimes I go for a walk, look at the moon
strum my guitar to some old lonesome tune
Honey, you're the reason I can't sleep at night

I'm bettin' you're not losin' sleep over me
yeah but if I'm wrong don't fail to call
Come over and keep me-hee company
Sometimes I go for a walk, look at the moon
strum my guitar and sing out of tune
Honey, you're the reason I can't sleep at night
Honey, you're the reason I can't sleep at night
Honey, you're the reason I can't sleep at night