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De Ballade Van Het Geluk ((aka Ga Je Met Me Mee (Mieke) - 1995)) ((Adapted from: La Ballade Des Gens Heureux (Gérard Lenorman) - 1975)) Composer(s): Gérard Lenorman - Pierre Delanoë - Erik Van Neygen Performer(s): Erik Van Neygen & Sanne - 1999
Aan alle mensen hier op deze aarde Geniet een lach, kijk niet zo bedrukt Ik zing voor jullie de ballade De ballade van het geluk Ik zing voor jullie de ballade De ballade van het geluk
Jij hoeft geen hoge titel of geen graden Maar praat met God, zelfs vanuit je truck Ik zing voor jou ook de ballade De ballade van het geluk Ik zing voor jou ook de ballade De ballade van het geluk
Journalisten van het leukste blaadje Dit is tot nog toe je beste stuk Ik vind je titel formidabel Zangeresje bezingt geluk Ik vind je titel formidabel Zangeresje bezingt geluk
Jij dit alles zo mooi gezaaid hebt Je hebt het altijd veel te druk Ik zing voor jou dus de ballade De ballade van het geluk Ik zing voor jou dus de ballade De ballade van het geluk
Ze is ons kind en ze lijkt op ons samen Mijn kleine meid, mijn kapoen, mijn uk Ik zing voor haar ook de ballade De ballade van het geluk Ik zing voor haar ook de ballade De ballade van het geluk
Superstar stop je serenade Onder de tol van de roem gebukt En zing met ons mee de ballade De ballade van het geluk En zing met ons mee de ballade De ballade van het geluk
Koning clown met je lach en je tranen Charmeur, acteur, ik wens jou good luck En zing voor jou ook de ballade De ballade van het geluk En zing voor jou ook de ballade De ballade van het geluk
Ik hou van koren en kathedralen Van chansonniers, zittend op een kruk Ik zing met hen graag de ballade De ballade van het geluk Ik zing met hen graag de ballade De ballade van het geluk...
Don't Stand So Close To Me Composer(s): Sting First release by: The Police - 1980 Covered by multiple other artists
Young teacher the subject of schoolgirl fantasy She wants him so badly, knows what she wants to be Inside her there's longing This girl is an open page Book marking she's so close now This girl is half his age Don't stand, don't stand so, don't stand so close to me Don't stand, don't stand so, don't stand so close to me Her friends are so jealous You know how bad girls get Sometimes its not so easy To be the teachers pet Temptation, frustration so bad it makes him cry Wet bus stop she's waiting His car is warm and dry Don't stand, don't stand so, don't stand so close to me Don't stand, don't stand so, don't stand so close to me Loose, talk, in the classroom To hurt they try and try Strong words in the staff room The accusations fly It's no use he sees her He starts to shake and cough Just like the old man in that book by Nabakov Don't stand, don't stand so, don't stand so close to me Don't stand, don't stand so, don't stand so close to me
Ga Je Met Me Mee ((aka De Ballade Van Het Geluk (Erik Van Neygen & Sanne) - 1999)) ((Adapted from: La Ballade Des Gens Heureux (Gérard Lenorman) - 1975)) Composer(s): Gérard Lenorman - Pierre Delanoë - Mary Boduin Performer(s): Mieke - 1995
In een wereld vol met mooie dromen leef ik nu helemaal alleen En ik wil je zo graag vragen zo graag vragen ga je met me mee En ik wil je zo graag vragen zo graag vragen ga je met me mee Op een regenboog met mooie kleuren zie ik jou al spelen met de zon En ik wil je zo graag vragen zo graag vragen ga je met me mee En ik wil je zo graag vragen zo graag vragen ga je met me mee 'k Zag een hemel met wel duizend vogels ze floten mee met deze melodie En ik wil je zo graag vragen zo graag vragen ga je met me mee En ik wil je zo graag vragen zo graag vragen ga je met me mee Ik zag vlinderdjes met gouden vleugels en ze hadden het nog over jou En ik wil je zo graag vragen zo graag vragen ga je met me mee En ik wil je zo graag vragen zo graag vragen ga je met me mee Op de wolken kon je zo maar lopen en je hoeft er niet eens naar school En ik wil je zo graag vragen zo graag vragen ga je met me mee En ik wil je zo graag vragen zo graag vragen ga je met me mee En de maan was daar een echte glijbaan die ongeduldig op jullie wacht En ik wil je zo graag vragen zo graag vragen ga je met me mee En ik wil je zo graag vragen zo graag vragen ga je met me mee Ik zag een dierentuin die had geen tralies de dieren dansen daar de hele nacht En ik wil je zo graag vragen zo graag vragen zo graag vragen ga je met me mee En ik wil je zo graag vragen zo graag vragen ga je met me mee 't Kan wel zijn dat jullie mij niet geloven maar ik verzeker je het is echt waar En ik wil je zo graag vragen zo graag vragen ga je met me mee En ik wil je zo graag vragen zo graag vragen ga je met me mee
Don't Sleep In The Subway
Composer(s): Tony Hatch - Jackie Trent
First release by: Petula Clark - 1967
Covered by multiple other artists
You wander around on your own little cloud when you don't see the why, or the where for You walk out on me when we both disagree 'cause to reason is not what you care for
I've heard it all a million time before Take off your coat, my love, and close the door
Don't sleep in the subway, darling Don't stand in the pouring rain Don't sleep in the subway, darling The night is lonely Forget your foolish pride Nothing's wrong Now you're beside me again
You try to be smart, then you take it apart 'cause it hurts when your ego is deflated You don't realize that it's all compromise and the problems are so overrated
Goodbye means nothing when it's all for show So why pretend you've somewhere else to go
Don't sleep in the subway, darling Don't stand in the pouring rain Don't sleep in the subway, darling The night is lonely Forget your foolish pride Nothing's wrong Now you're beside me again
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)
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
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
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 cur 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
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