La Ballade Des Cimetières
Composer(s): Georges Brassens
Performer(s): Georges Brassens



J'ai des tombeaux en abondance
Des sépultur's à discrétion
Dans tout cim'tièr' d'quelque importance
J'ai ma petite concession
De l'humble tertre au mausolée
Avec toujours quelqu'un dedans
J'ai des p'tit's boss's plein les allées
Et je suis triste, cependant...

Car je n'en ai pas, et ça m'agace
Et ça défrise mon blason
Au cimetièr' du Montparnasse
À quatre pas de ma maison

J'en possède au Père-Lachaise
A Bagneux, à Thiais, à Pantin
Et jusque, ne vous en déplaise
Au fond du cimetièr' marin
À la vill' comme à la campagne
Partout où l'on peut faire un trou
J'ai mêm' des tombeaux en Espagne
Qu'on me jalouse peu ou prou...

Mais j'n'en ai pas la moindre trace
Le plus humble petit soupçon
Au cimetièr' du Montparnasse
À quatre pas de ma maison

Le jour des morts, je cours, je vole
Je vais infatigablement
De nécropole en nécropole
De pierr' tombale en monument
On m'entrevoit sous un' couronne
D'immortelles à Champerret
Un peu plus tard, c'est à Charonne
Qu'on m'aperçoit sous un cyprès...

Mais, seul, un fourbe aura l'audace
De dir': "J'l'ai vu à l'horizon
Du cimetièr' du Montparnasse
À quatre pas de sa maison"

Devant l'château d'ma grand-tante
La marquise de Carabas
Ma saint' famille languit d'attente
"Mourra-t-ell', mourra-t-elle pas ?"
L'un veut son or, l'autre veut ses meubles
Qui ses bijoux, qui ses bib'lots
Qui ses forêts, qui ses immeubles
Qui ses tapis, qui ses tableaux...

Moi je n'implore qu'une grâce
C'est qu'ell' pass' la morte-saison
Au cimetièr' du Montparnasse
À quatre pas de ma maison

Ainsi chantait, la mort dans l'âme
Un jeune homm' de bonne tenue
En train de ranimer la flamme
Du soldat qui lui était connu
Or, il advint qu'le ciel eut marr' de
L'entendre parler d'ses caveaux
Et Dieu fit signe à la camarde
De l'expédier rue Froidevaux...

Mais les croqu'-morts, qui étaient de Chartres
Funeste erreur de livraison
Menèr'nt sa dépouille à Montmartre
De l'autr' côté de sa maison

Don't Sit Under The Apple Tree (with Anyone Else but Me)
Composer(s): Lew Brown - Sam H. Stept - Charles Tobias
Performer(s): The Andrews Sisters
and multiple other artists



Don't sit under the apple tree with anyone else but me
Anyone else but me, anyone else but me
No! No! No!
Don't sit under the apple tree with anyone else but me
Till I come marchin' home

Don't go walkin' down Lover's Lane with anyone else but me
Anyone else but me, anyone else but me
No! No! No!
Don't go walkin' down Lover's Lane with anyone else but me
Till I come marchin' home

I just got word from a guy who heard from the guy next door to me
The girl he met just loves to pet and it fits you to-a-tee
So, don't sit under the apple tree with anyone else but me
Till I come marchin' home

Don't give out with those lips of yours to anyone else but me
Anyone else but me, anyone else but me
No! No! No!
Watch the girls on the foreign shores, you'll have to report to me
When you come marchin' home

Don't hold anyone on your knee, you better be true to me
You better be true to me, you better be true to me
Don't hold anyone on your knee, you're gettin' the third degree
When you come marchin' home

You're on your own where there is no phone and I can't keep tab on you
Be fair to me, I'll guarantee this is one thing that I'll do
I won't sit under the apple tree with anyone else but you
Till you come marchin' home

Don't sit under the apple tree with anyone else but me
I know the apple tree is reserved for you and me
And I'll be true till you come marchin' home 

La Ballade Des Baladins
Composer(s): Claude Lemesle - Gilbert Bécaud - Louis Amade - Maurice Vidalin
Performer(s): Gilbert Bécaud



Les baladins qui serpentent les routes
Viennent de loin parmi les cbamps de blé
Les bonnes gens regardent et les écoutent
Et les étoiles leur parlent de danser
Les vieux châteaux dressés du fond du Moyen Age
Semblent guider leurs pas légers comme un matin
Et parmi les donjons perchés dans les nuages
Des princesses leur font des signes avec les mains
Mais les gars de vingt ans qui ressemblent à des dieux
Insouciants et joyeux parmi leurs rondes folles
Passent sous les donjons sans dire une parole
Ils ne regardent pas les bras tendus vers eux

Danse donc, joli baladin
C'est la ballade, c'est la ballade
Danse donc, joli baladin
C'est la ballade d'Arlequin

Les baladins qui serpentent les routes
Qui sont-ils donc dans leur costume d'or?
Des vagabonds ou des dieux en déroute?
Ils n'ont que des chansons pour seul trésor
Quand ils n'auront plus soif, ayant bu à la brume
Ils danseront pieds nus sur des fils argentés
Que cinq mille araignées tisseront sous la lune
D'une branche de houx jusqu'aux sapins gelés
Ils sont accompagnés dans la ronde divine
Par les enfants des rois aux longs cheveux bouclés
C'est un cortège bleu de mille mandolines
Où flottent un peu partout des voiles de mariée

Danse donc, joli baladin
C'est la ballade, c'est la ballade
Danse donc, joli baladin
C'est la ballade de l'Arlequin

C'est ainsi que l'on vit le plus grand mariage
De la fille du vent avec un arlequin
Mais tout cela n'était qu'un fragile mirage
Et je reste tout seul avec mes lendemains

Ohé les baladins
Vous partez?...
Emmenez-moi

Don't Shed A Tear
Composer(s): Rob Friedman - Eddie Schwartz
Performer(s): Paul Carrack; Lisa Donahey



Cab fare to nowhere is what you are
A white line to an exit sign is what you are
Oh, but I saw in you, now I see through
Don`t shed a tear for me
My life won`t end without you
Long as the night will be
The sun will rise without you
A locked door on a candy store is what you are
A slim chance in tight pants is what you are
All that I loved you for, I want it more
Don`t shed a tear for me
My life won`t end without you
Long as the night will be
The sun will rise without you
You ain`t giving what I`m not taking
I`m not missing what we ain`t making
Oh but I saw in you, now I see through
Don`t shed a tear for me
My life won`t end without you
Long as the night will be
The sun will rise without you
Don`t shed a tear for me
My life won`t end without you
Long as the night will be
The sun will rise without you
Don`t, don`t shed no tears
I don`t need, I don`t need, I don`t need
A thing... I don`t need no more crocodile tears
So strong I am now, I`ll be alright...
I`m a pawn for you girl, there won`t be a game...
Ah ha ha... ah ha ha... I feel it baby...
I don`t need any crocodile tears...
Long as the night, baby...
You've got to have a limelight
I won`t shed a tear darlin`
I won`t shed a tear baby, I won`t shed a tear...
Don`t cry for me, don`t cry for me
Don`t cry for me, girl...

La Ballade De Johnny Jane
Composer(s): Jean-Pierre Sabard - Serge Gainsbourg
Performer(s): Serge Gainsbourg



Hey Johnny Jane
Te souviens-tu du film de Gainsbourg Je t'aime
Je t'aime moi non plus un joli thème
Hey Johnny Jane
Toi qui traînes tes baskets et tes yeux candides
Dans les no man's land et les lieux sordides
Hey Johnny Jane
Les décharges publiques sont des atlantides
Que survolent les mouches cantharides
Hey Johnny Jane
Tous les camions à benne
Viennent y déverser bien des peines infanticides

Hey Johnny Jane
Tu balades tes cheveux courts ton teint livide
À la recherche de ton amour suicide
Hey Johnny Jane
Du souvenir veux-tu trancher la carotide
À coups de pieds dans les conserves vides
Oh Johnny Jane
Le beau camion à benne
Te transportera de bonheur en bonheur sous les cieux limpides

Hey Johnny Jane
Ne fais pas l'enfant ne sois pas si stupide
Regarde les choses en face sois lucide
Hey Johnny Jane
Efface tout ça, recommence, liquide
De ta mémoire ces brefs instants torrides
Hey Johnny Jane
Un autre camion à benne
Viendra te prendre pour t'emmener vers d'autres Florides

Hey Johnny Jane
Toi qui traînes tes baskets et tes yeux candides
Dans les no man's land et les lieux sordides
Hey Johnny Jane
Écrase d'un poing rageur ton oeil humide
Le temps ronge l'amour comme l'acide

Don't She Good Look
Composer(s): Joey Spampinato
First release by: NRBQ - 1979



I know she looks good when her hips start to shake
you know you're alright babe there ain't no mistake
don't she look fine when she gives you the sign
for you to come on over and have yourself a good time

Well she knows what's on your mind
there ain't no use in lyin'
what you want is natural love
I can't blame you for tryin'

Well you know you can't dance when it gets close to three
bet you wanna take her home, have yourself a party
well she can tempt you with a smile that'll drive you wild
you know she's all grown up, this ain't no young child

Well she knows what's on your mind
there ain't no use in lyin'
what you want is natural love
I can't blame you for tryin'

Well she knows what's on your mind
there ain't no use in lyin'
what you want is natural love
I can't blame you for tryin'

When she's standing in line you can spot her everytime, that's for sure
and ain't it mighty fine when she says she's all mine, not yours 

La Ballade De Johnny
Performer(s): Johnny Hallyday



Vous l'attendez
Il est là!
Voici Johnny Hallyday

Oh oui ma vie c'est la musique
J'aime cette fille qui m'appelle
Son nom c'est guitare électrique
Pour moi c'est la plus belle

Oh oui ma vie c'est la musique
Je l'aime comme personne
Et pour écouter la musique
C'est Continental Edison

Haute fidélité Continental Edison

Les loisirs, mon vieux, waw, c'est sérieux

Don't She Look Good
Composer(s): Jerry Chestnut
Performer(s): Bill Anderson; Eddy Arnold; Ernest Tubb



She was on her way out of your life
When I found her not knowing which way to turn
She's forgotten the feeling of two arms around her 
But it didn't take her long to learn
You had new worlds to conquer so you didn't
Want her or anything cramping your style
But don't she look great in the new dress I bought her
And don't she look good when she smiles
Did you really think you were so all important
She couldn't get by on her own
Did you really think losing you would destroy her 
And that's why she kept hanging on
She stuck to her promise and talked to her 
Conscious she did all she could for a while
Then picked up the pieces and she started livin'
Now don't she look good when she smiles

Don't she look good in the new dress I bought her
And the new way that she wears her hair
She's in a new world and she's not the same girl
She knows now that somebody cares
You can't believe that the same girl you let go 
Could change so in this little while
But don't she look great in the new dress I bought her
And don't she look good when she smiles
Now don't she look great in the new dress I bought her
And don't she look good when she smiles 

La Ballade De Davy Crockett
((English Version: The Ballad of Davy Crockett (by Bill Hayes))
Composer(s): George Bruns - Tom Blackburn - Francis Blanche
Performer(s): Annie Cordy



Y avait un homme qui s'appelait Davy
Il était né dans le Tennessee
Si courageux que quand il était p'tit
Il tua un ours du premier coup d'fusil

Davy, Davy Crockett, l'homme qui n'a jamais peur

À quatorze ans il s'était perdu
Dans un désert vaste et inconnu
Pendant dix jours il marcha vers le Sud
Sans rien manger qu'un petit peu d'herbe crue

Davy, Davy Crockett, l'homme qui n'a jamais faim

Pendant la guerre contre les indiens
Il combattit tout seul contre vingt
Ayant une flèche plantée dans une main
Il l'arracha avec son autre main

Davy, Davy Crockett, l'homme qui n'a jamais mal

Dans la forêt au cœur de l'hiver
Quand il chassait les loups et les cerfs
Le torse nu et les bras découverts
Il s'en allait riant des courants d'air

Davy, Davy Crockett, l'homme qui n'a jamais froid

Quand les Peaux-Rouges demandèrent la paix
Davy serra la main qu'ils tendaient
Avec les chefs il fuma le calumet
Mais sans rien boire, pas même un verre de lait

Davy, Davy Crockett, l'homme qui n'a jamais soif

On l'présenta pour les élections
Et ses discours remuaient l'opinion
Il était là dans toutes les réunions
La tête froide malgré son émotion

Davy, Davy Crockett, l'homme qui n'a jamais chaud

C'était un homme qui s'appelait Davy
Tout le monde ici se souvient de lui
Face au danger, à la peur, à la nuit
Face au devoir, à la mort, à la vie

Davy, Davy Crockett, l'homme qui n'a jamais fui

Don't Say You Don't Remember
Composer(s): Estelle Levitt - Helen Miller
Performer(s): Beverly Bremers



We wrote on the corner of the table
"This is the only one that will last
For you, for me, for always
Forever was meant for us", but for us it went by too fast

Don't say you don't remember
I'll never love anyone else
If you say you don't remember
How can I go on living
(How can I go on living)
With myself?

When we meet you always call me "baby"
How could it be that you forgot my name?
Before you go, be honest
I belonged to you and believed that you felt the same

Don't say you don't remember
I'll never love anyone else
If you say you don't remember
How can I go on living
(How can I go on living)
With myself?

People never stay the same forever
Somebody always loves a little more
Tonight I need to love you
Together we'll find a way to make tomorrow worth living for

Don't say you don't remember
I'll never love anyone else
If you say you don't remember
How can I go on living
(How can I go on living)
With myself? 

The Ballad Of Davy Crockett
((French Version: La Ballade De Davy Crockett (by Annie Cordy))
Composer(s): George Bruns - Tom Blackburn
Performer(s): Bill Hayes
and multiple other artists



Born on a mountain top in Tennessee
Greenest state in the land of the free
Raised in the woods so he knew ev'ry tree
Kilt him a b'ar when he was only three
Davy, Davy Crockett, king of the wild frontier!

In eighteen thirteen the Creeks uprose
Addin' redskin arrows to the country's woes
Now, Injun fightin' is somethin' he knows
So he shoulders his rifle an' off he goes
Davy, Davy Crockett, the man who don't know fear!

Off through the woods he's a marchin' along
Makin' up yarns an' a singin' a song
Itchin' fer fightin' an' rightin' a wrong
He's ringy as a b'ar an' twice as strong
Davy, Davy Crockett, the buckskin buccaneer!

Andy Jackson is our Gen'ral's name
His reg'lar soldiers we'll put to shame
Them redskin varmints us Volunteers'll tame
'Cause we got the guns with the sure-fire aim
Davy, Davy Crockett, the champion of us all!

Headed back to war from the ol' home place
But Red Stick was leadin' a merry chase
Fightin' an' burnin' at a devil's pace
South to the swamps on the Florida Trace
Davy, Davy Crockett, trackin' the redskins down!

Fought single-handed through the Injun War
Till the Creeks was whipped an' peace was in store
An' while he was handlin' this risky chore
Made hisself a legend for evermore
Davy, Davy Crockett, king of the wild frontier!

He give his word an' he give his hand
That his Injun friends could keep their land
An' the rest of his life he took the stand
That justice was due every redskin band
Davy, Davy Crockett, holdin' his promise dear!

Home fer the winter with his family
Happy as squirrels in the ol' gum tree
Bein' the father he wanted to be
Close to his boys as the pod an' the pea
Davy, Davy Crockett, holdin' his young'uns dear!

But the ice went out an' the warm winds came
An' the meltin' snow showed tracks of game
An' the flowers of Spring filled the woods with flame
An' all of a sudden life got too tame
Davy, Davy Crockett, headin' on West again!

Off through the woods we're ridin' along
Makin' up yarns an' singin' a song
He's ringy as a b'ar an' twice as strong
An' knows he's right 'cause he ain' often wrong
Davy, Davy Crockett, the man who don't know fear!

Lookin' fer a place where the air smells clean
Where the trees is tall an' the grass is green
Where the fish is fat in an untouched stream
An' the teemin' woods is a hunter's dream
Davy, Davy Crockett, lookin' fer Paradise!

Now he's lost his love an' his grief was gall
In his heart he wanted to leave it all
An' lose himself in the forests tall
But he answered instead his country's call
Davy, Davy Crockett, beginnin' his campaign!

Needin' his help they didn't vote blind
They put in Davy 'cause he was their kind
Sent up to Nashville the best they could find
A fightin' spirit an' a thinkin' mind
Davy, Davy Crockett, choice of the whole frontier!

The votes were counted an' he won hands down
So they sent him off to Washin'ton town
With his best dress suit still his buckskins brown
A livin' legend of growin' renown
Davy, Davy Crockett, the Canebrake Congressman!

He went off to Congress an' served a spell
Fixin' up the Governments an' laws as well
Took over Washin'ton so we heered tell
An' patched up the crack in the Liberty Bell
Davy, Davy Crockett, seein' his duty clear!

Him an' his jokes travelled all through the land
An' his speeches made him friends to beat the band
His politickin' was their favorite brand
An' everyone wanted to shake his hand
Davy, Davy Crockett, helpin' his legend grow!

He knew when he spoke he sounded the knell
Of his hopes for White House an' fame as well
But he spoke out strong so hist'ry books tell
An' patched up the crack in the Liberty Bell
Davy, Davy Crockett, seein' his duty clear!

When he come home his politickin' done
The western march had just begun
So he packed his gear an' his trusty gun
An' lit out grinnin' to follow the sun
Davy, Davy Crockett, leadin' the pioneers!

He heard of Houston an' Austin so
To the Texas plains he jest had to go
Where freedom was fightin' another foe
An' they needed him at the Alamo
Davy, Davy Crockett, the man who don't know fear!

His land is biggest an' his land is best
From grassy plains to the mountain crest
He's ahead of us all meetin' the test
Followin' his legend into the West
Davy, Davy Crockett, king of the wild frontier!

Don't Say Nothin' Bad (About My Baby)
Composer(s): Gerry Goffin - Carole King
First release by: The Cookies - 1963



Don't say nothing bad about my baby (Oh, no)
Don't say nothing bad about my baby (I love him so)
Don't say nothing bad about my baby (Oh, don't you know)
Don't say nothing bad about my baby
He's good (He's good)
He's good to me (Good to me)
And that''s all I care about

Oh no, Don't you tell me by baby's just a playboy (It isn't true)
Don't you tell me my baby's just a playboy (That's a lie)
I won't listen to a single word you say (He's my guy)
Don't you tell me my baby's just a playboy
He's true
He's true to me
So girl, you better shut your mouth

Everybody says he's lazy
But not when he's kissing me
Everybody says he's crazy
Sure he's crazy, crazy about me (Oh, yeah)

Don't say nothing bad about my baby (Oh, no)
Don't say nothing bad about my baby (I love him so)
Don't say nothing bad about my baby (Oh, don't you know)
Don't say nothing bad about my baby
He's good (He's good)
He's good to me (Good to me)
And that's all I care about

Oh no, Don't say nothing bad about my baby (Oh, no)
Don't say nothing bad about my baby (I love him so)
Don't say nothing bad about my baby (Oh, don't you know)
Dont' say nothing bad about my baby
He's true (He's true)
He's true to me (True to me)
So girl you better shut your mouth

(Oh no, no no no)
Don't say nothing bad about my baby
(Oh no, no no no)
Don't say nothing bad about my baby
Don't say nothing bad about my baby
(Oh no, no no no)
Don't say nothing bad about my baby
(Oh no, no no no)
Don't say nothing bad about my baby 

La Ballade De Bill Brillantine
Performer(s): Eddy Mitchell



Il marchait comme un chat égaré
Nerfs tendus toutes griffes rentrées
Son regard me donnait froid dans le dos
Il semblait guetter
Les gens du quartier
Cherchant la violence
À travers un mot

Il portait des blue-jeans délavés
Il rôdait aux sorties des cinés
Il faisait un très grand numéro
Adossé au mur
Il jouait les durs
Et son cinéma
Ne sonnait pas faux

Bill Brillantine
Je n'ai pas oublié
Bill Brillantine
Et ses cheveux lustrés
Toujours huilés
Bill Brillantine
Où es-tu donc passé
Mais que t'est-il arrivé?

Bill Brillantine
Bill Brillantine

Maintenant tes cheveux sont tombés
Ton blouson est rangé au grenier
Du passé il reste quelques photos
Fini l'aventure
Le gang des voitures
Avec ton mariage
Est tombé à l'eau

Bill Brillantine
Je n'ai pas oublié
Bill Brillantine
Et tes cheveux lustrés
Toujours huilés
Bill Brillantine
Où es-tu donc passé
Mais que t'est-il arrivé?

Bill Brillantine

Eh! Tu m'prêtes ta Vespa?
Non, j'peux pas
J'vais à une suprise-partie ce soir
Oh tu m'emmènes?
Non, non, non, non, non, non, Bill, non
Tu n'fais pas partie de la bande, Bill
Non, non, tu n'fais pas partie de la bande, Bill
Non Bill, au revoir Bill, au revoir Bill...
Tu n'fais pas partie de la bande, Bill...

Don't Say No
Composer(s): Billy Squier
Performer(s): Billy Squier



We live in confusion times --- my world is a vice
Nobody gets out alive... but you can break through the ice
Don't say no
My wounds are the open kind --- I bleed every day
I pray for a change of mind... you could take me away
Don't say no
Take on the system, playin' on the wrong side
Spend all my money tryin' to have a good time
Come 'round to see you from time to time
Week in the knees and I'm busted
Some people they treat me kind... some drive me away
Some people they blow your mind... it's not easy today
Don't say no
I live on the borderline... you come from the void
I beg you to cross the line... you take good care of your boy
Don't say no
Got me a ticket sittin' on a gold mine
Send me the int'rest, take me where the sun shines
Come 'round to see me from time to time
Bring it to me when I'm busted
One minute I'm outa time... I don't fit in your game
You kill me in overtime... I don't remember my name
One minute you're on my mind... next minute you're gone
You tell me to read the signs... they tell me we're on
Don't say no...

La Bague À Jules
Composer(s): Alec Siniavine
Performer(s): Patachou



Y a quelqu' chos' qui tourne pas rond
Sur cett' boul' qu'on appell' la Terre...
Et mêm' les gens qu'nous admirons
N'sont pas à l'abri d'la misère...
C'est ainsi qu' dans l'milieu, l'aut' jour
À midi juste à la pendule
Ce bruit affreux n'a fait qu'un tour 
On a fauché la bague à Jules!

Jul's, c'est un caïd, un' terreur
Mais un malin, presqu'un artiste ...
Un gars qui n'fait jamais d'erreurs
Un' min' d'or pour les journalistes ...
Pour un' fois qu'il s'faisait masser
De l'orteil à la clavicule
Complèt'ment nu, comm' vous pensez
On a fauché la bague à Jules!

Un' petit' bagu' de rien du tout 
Deux cents gramm's d'or autour d'un diam'
Des p'tits rubis un peu partout...
Seul'ment la bagu' lui v'nait d'Madame!
Ou plutôt, de son ton guindé
Aux demoisell's qui déambulent
Elle avait dit: c'est décidé
On va offrir la bague à Jules

D'la s'couss' les pépées des carr'fours
Les cell's que la moral' tolère
Les bell's de nuit, les bell's de jour
Les faux poids et les vraies douairières
Tout's ont augmenté leurs tarifs
Afin d'arrondir leur pécule...
Y a eu du marathon sportif
Pour alourdir la bague à Jules!

Hélas, depuis qu'on a fauché
L'ornement d'son auriculaire
La clientèl' peut s'approcher
Fini, l'moindre effort pour lui plaire...
Et malheur au gars qui dirait
Comm' ça bêt'ment, sans préambule 
"Pardon, Mad'moisell', c'est-y vrai
Qu'on a fauché la bague à Jules ?"

Et Jul's lui-mêm', c'est pire encor...
Il os' plus dir' bonjour aux potes
Il sait pas quoi fair' de son corps...
Quand il est tout seul, il sanglote...
Tous les tantôts, dès qu'il est l'vé
D'un air penaud et ridicule
Il va voir aux objets trouvés
Si y aurait pas la bague à Jules

Tenez, l'aut' soir, n'en pouvant plus
Tremblant comme un qu'a la jaunisse
Et cachant ses gros doigts poilus
Il est allé à la police...
Et là, au commissair' soufflé
Il a dit: "Tant pis, c'est régule
Y aura un sac pour le poulet
Qui ramèn'ra la bague à Jules! ..."

Et pendant c'temps-là, pas bien loin
L'imbécil' qu'a fauché la bague
Se consol' tout seul, dans un coin
De l'énormité de la blague...
Car sa loup' lui a révélé
La vérité sur le bidule...
Dans l'histoir' tout l'monde est volé 
Elle était fauss' la bague à Jules! ...

Don't Say Goodnight And Mean Goodbye
Composer(s): Joseph DeAngelis - Charles Partee
First release by: The Shirelles - 1963



Tonight you're actin' strange I find
And you got something on your mind
Something's wrong, I can see it
See it in your eyes
Whoa darlin
Don't say goodnight and mean goodbye

Oh, it may just be all in my mind
But tonight doesn't seem like other times
Then you were laughing and gay
But now I hear you sighing, oh yes I do
Whoa whoa whoa darlin'
Don't say goodnight and mean goodbye

Have I lost touch with your heart
Or do I just worry too much?
I couldn't stand for us to part
Because I love you much, much too much

So don't let this kiss be our last kiss
Let there be other nights of holding you like this
Please don't walk away, pretty baby
With that look in your eyes
Oh no no, whoa darling
Don't say goodnight and mean goodbye
Whoa oh oh baby
Don't say goodnight and mean goodbye
Oh oh oh, don't say goodnight and mean goodbye 

La Bagarre
((Adapted from: Trouble (by Elvis Presley) - 1958))
Composer(s): Mike Stoller - Jerry Leiber - Vline Buggy
Performer(s): Johnny Hallyday (France) - 1962



Si vous chercher la bagarre
Vous êtes venu à la bonne place
Si vous chercher la bagarre
Regardez-moi bien en face
Et, je n'aime pas beaucoup
Qu'on m'en remontre

J'avoue que la bagarre
Je ne suis pas contre
Ça me fait pas peur
Je dirais même
Que j'aime cogner
C'est un plaisir
D'accord, les gars
J'vais vous soigner

Si pas pour la bagarre
Alors c'est pour mon fric
Vous tombez bien blague à part
Sur moi, j'ai plus d'une brique
Mais avant il faudra
Passer par moi

Je vous prends un par un
Ou bien tous les trois à la fois
Ça me fait pas peur
Je dirais même
Que j'aime cogner
C'est un plaisir
D'accord, les gars
J'vais vous soigner

Don't Say A Word
((Adapted from: Après L'Amour (Charles Aznavour) - 1964))
((Italian Version: Dopo L'amore (Charles Aznavour & Mia Martini) - 1977))
Composer(s): Charles Aznavour
Performer(s): Charles Aznavour & Liesbeth List - 1976



Liesbeth:
My hands of time stand still
Rain on the window sill
The lazy clouds drift by
A rainbow in the sky
We two stand here alone
So alone, you and I
 
Love, now you are close to me
Oh, come closer to me
I feel your gentle touch
Warm fingers touching, running
At last, we two are one
I beg you let this moment last forever
 
Don't say a word
Let your lips go on kissing me
Don't say a word
Share this moment with me
Pressing close to your heart
Makes my world feel a part of yours
Don't destroy it by just making a love scene of it
Don't say a word
Let me feel what your lips can say
We might be heard and the moon fly away
Darling, lie here with me
What must be love, must be, my heart has heard
Darling, don't say a word
 
Charles:
Pressing close to your heart
Makes my world feel a part of your world
Don't destroy it by just making a love scene of it
Don't

Liesbeth:
Don't say a word

Charles:
Let me feel

Liesbeth:
Let me feel what your lips can say

Charles:
Don't

Liesbeth:
We might be heard
And the moon fly away

Both:
Darling, lie here with me
What must be love must be
My heart has heard
My darling don't say a word
 
Charles:
Don't, darling, answer
Ah, don't 

Trouble
((French Version: La Bagarre (by Johnny Hallyday) - 1962))
Composer(s): Mike Stoller - Jerry Leiber
First release by: Elvis Presley - 1958
Covered by multiple other artists



If you're looking for trouble
You came to the right place
If you're looking for trouble
Just look right in my face
I was born standing up
And talking back
My daddy was a green-eyed mountain jack
Because I'm evil, my middle name is misery
Well I'm evil, so don't you mess around with me

I've never looked for trouble
But I've never ran
I don't take no orders
From no kind of man
I'm only made out
Of flesh, blood and bone
But if you're gonna start a rumble
Don't you try it on alone
Because I'm evil, my middle name is misery
Well I'm evil, so don't you mess around with me
I'm evil, evil, evil, as can be
I'm evil, evil, evil, as can be
So don't mess around don't mess around don't mess around with me
I'm evil, I'm evil, evil, evil
So don't mess around, don't mess around with me
I'm evil, I tell you I'm evil
So don't mess around with me
Yeah!

Don't Rock The Boat, Dear
Composer(s): Harold Arlen - Ralph Blane
Performer(s): Dean Martin & Margaret Whiting; Nancy Andrews



(MW) Don't rock the boat dear
(MW) Keep our love afloat dear
(MW) Strike that happy note dear
(MW) We're not lost at sea

(DM) Keep our love ready
(DM) And never high or heady
(DM) Always keep it steady
(DM) The way it ought to be

(Both) Even though we're out in deep water
(Both) We must save the future for sons and daughters
(MW) Don't rock the ship dear
(DM) Here's a little tip dear
(MW) Make each trip a pip dear
(Both) Just for the likes of you and me

(DM) Don't rock the yacht dear
(MW) Don't you go to pot dear
(DM) This year is a hot year
(DM) We're not lost at sea

(MW) Don't rock the scow now
(DM) Charm me off the bow now
(MW) Love me here and now
(Both) Wow the way it ought to be

(DM) Even though we're out in deep water
(MW) We must save the future for sons and daughters
(DM) Don't rock the sloop dear
(MW) Don't be nincompoop dear
(DM) Lovers loop the loop dear
(Both) It was made for us

(MW) Don't rock the craft dear
(DM) We're not on a raft dear
(MW) Love before and aft (Both) dear
(Both) Don't rock the boat dear
(DM) Keep our love afloat dear
(MW) Strike that happy note dear (Both) dear
(Both) Just for the likes of you and me