La Vida Es Una Moneda
Composer(s): Fito Páez
Performer(s): Juan Carlos Baglietto



La vida en una moneda quien la rebusca la tiene
ojo que hablo de monedas y no de grueso billetes
mi vida en una hoja en blanco un piano desafinado
diez dedos largos y flacos y un manojo de palabras

Solo se trata de vivir / esa es la historia
con la sonrisa en el ojal / con la idiotez y la locura
de todos los dias / a lo mejor resulta bien
La gente sueña que sueña la calle sigue que sigue
el taxi gira que gira el cielo y la ancha avenida

Los dias cantan la historia / del hombre al borde del hombre
los dias cantan mañana / los dias no tienen miedo
Solo se trata de vivir / esa es la historia
con un amor sin un amor / con la inocencia y la ternura
que florece a veces / a lo mejor resulta bien
Si nos inunda el asfalto de sensaciones profundas
gocemos bien nuestro ahogo que es nuestra imagen fecunda

La vida en una moneda quien la rebusca la tiene
ojo que hablo de monedas y no de grueso billetes
Solo se trata de vivir / esa es la historia
con la sonrisa en el ojal / con la idiotez y la locura
de todos los dias / a lo mejor resulta bien

Solo se trata de vivir / esa es la historia
con un amor sin un amor / con la inocencia y la ternura
de todos los dias / a lo mejor resulta bien

Bad News From Home
Composer(s): Randy Newman
Performer(s): Randy Newman; Mathilde Santing



High on a cliff in Mexico
Staring down at the rocks and the sea below
I can hear the church bells ring
I can hear the choir

I remember the night she left
I drove to the station in the pouring rain
Sat all night behind my big iron desk
The oil on the water made a rainbow

At the end of this bone white gravel road
They both lie sleeping on a feather bed
And her hair is black as the sky at night
But her eyes are gray like the moon
You can run but you can't hide
You can run but you can't hide
You said you love me but I know you lied
You said you love me but I know you lied

La Vida Es Un Mix
Composer(s): Miguel Mateos
Performer(s): Miguel Mateos



Desnudos en el río
mirando los planetas
hablando y hablando
Pisando los charcos
con los Dioses en el aire
dando y dando
Yo puedo ver hacia adelante
y lo que veo me gusta tanto
que cruzaré el mar si me lo pides
en la cresta de la ola
surfeandolo

Pero no llores más
nena no llores más
trato y trato de hacerte entender
La vida es un mix
y todo está bien
siempre y cuando vos
lo quieras

Yo soy la mitad del hombre
que debía ser
pero justo la mitad que necesitas
y aún así voy a parar la lluvia
y te traeré el sol en un puño
lleno de margaritas
Yo puedo ver hacia adelante
y lo que veo es lo que siento
Y problema no es que la vida
sea corta
el problema es
que estamos muertos
demasiado tiempo

Pero no llores más
nena no llores más
trato y trato de hacerte entender
La vida es un mix
y todo está bien
siempre y cuando vos
lo quieras

trato y trato de hacerte entender
La vida es un mix
y todo está bien
siempre y cuando

La vida es un mix
todo está bien
La vida es un mix
todo está bien
nena no llores más
La vida es un mix

Bad News
Composer(s): John D. Loudermilk
First release by: John D. Loudermilk - 1963
Covered by multiple other artists



Well, bad news travels like wildfire
Good news travels slow
They all call me "wildfire" 
'Cause ev'rybody knows
I'm bad news, ev'rywhere I go
Always gettin' in trouble
And a-leavin' little girls
That hate to see me go

They tried to hang me in Oakland
And they did in Francisco
But I wouldn't choke, I broke the rope
And they had to let me go
'Cause I'm bad news, ev'rywhere I go
Always gettin' in trouble
And leavin' little girls
That hate to see me go

Now, from North to South, to East to West
The story is the same
From one state to another
I have to change my name 
'Cause I'm bad news, ev'rywhere I go
Always gettin' in trouble
And a-leavin' little girls 
That sure hate to see me go
Well, now I picked peaches in Georgia
I lumberjacked in Maine
I've been hired, and fired, and jailed
Any town you can name
'Cause I'm bad news, ev'rywhere I go
Always gettin' into trouble
And a-leavin' little girls
That hate to see me go

La Vida Es Un Carnaval
Composer(s): Victor Daniel
Performer(s): Celia Cruz



Todo aquel que piense que la vida es desigual
tiene que saber que no es así
que la vida es una hermosura, hay que vivirla
Todo aquel que piense que está solo y que está mal
tiene que saber que no es así
que en la vida no hay nadie solo, siempre hay alguien

Ay, no ha que llorar, que la vida es un carnaval
es más bello vivir cantando
Oh, oh, oh, Ay, no hay que llorar
que la vida es un carnaval
y las penas se van cantando

Todo aquel que piense que la vida siempre es cruel
tiene que saber que no es así
que tan solo hay momentos malos, y todo pasa
Todo aquel que piense que esto nunca va a cambiar
tiene que saber que no es así
que al mal tiempo buena cara, y todo pasa

Ay, no ha que llorar, que la vida es un carnaval
es más bello vivir cantando
Oh, oh, oh, Ay, no hay que llorar
que la vida es un carnaval
y las penas se van cantando
Para aquellos que se quejan tanto
Para aquellos que solo critican
Para aquellos que usan las armas
Para aquellos que nos contaminan
Para aquellos que hacen la guerra
Para aquellos que viven pecando
Para aquellos nos maltratan
Para aquellos que nos contagian
La Vida es un Carnaval

Bad Moon Rising
Composer(s): John Fogerty
First release by: Creedence Clearwater Revival - 1969
Covered by multiple other artists
Versions In Other Languages:
1969 - La Luna È Stanca (by Stormy Six)
1977 - Tegn I Sol Og Måne (by Rock Nalle & The Flames)
1983 - Paha Kuu Nousee (by Kari Peitsamo Revival)



I see the bad moon arising
I see trouble on the way
I see earthquakes and lightnin'
I see bad times today

Don't go around tonight
Well, it's bound to take your life
There's a bad moon on the rise

I hear hurricanes ablowing
I know the end is coming soon
I fear rivers over flowing
I hear the voice of rage and ruin

Don't go around tonight
Well, it's bound to take your life
There's a bad moon on the rise
All right!

Hope you got your things together
Hope you are quite prepared to die
Looks like we're in for nasty weather
One eye is taken for an eye

Don't go around tonight
Well, it's bound to take your life
There's a bad moon on the rise

Don't go around tonight
Well, it's bound to take your life
There's a bad moon on the rise

La Vida
Composer(s): Silvio Rodríguez
Performer(s): Silvio Rodríguez



La vida de un pájaro en vuelo
la vida de un amanecer
la vida de un crío
de un bosque y de un río
la vida me ha hecho saber

La vida del sordo y del ciego
la vida que no sabe hablar
la del triste loco
la que sabe a poco
la vida me ha hecho soñar

La vida voraz que se enreda
la vida que sale a jugar
la vida consciente que queda
la vida que late en el mar

La vida que brota de un muerto
la vida que no se murió
la de los desiertos
la de un libro abierto
la vida me ha hecho cual yo

La vida que alumbra en el trueno
la vida final de un adiós
la vida goteando de un seno
la vida secreta de un dios

La vida que pende de todo
la vida de cada emoción
la vida en exceso
la vida de un beso
la vida me ha hecho canción

Bad Man's Blunder
Composer(s): Lee Hays - Cisco Houston
Performer(s): The Kingston Trio; White Mountain Singers



Well early one evenin' I was rolling around
I was feelin' kinda mean I shot a deputy down
Strolled along home and I went to bed
Well I laid my pistol up under my head

(He strolled along home) I took my time
(And he went to bed) Thought I'd sleep some
(Laid his pistrol) Big 22"
(Up under his head) I keep it handy

Well early in the mornin' bout the break of day
I figured it was time to make a getaway
Steppin' right along but I was steppin' too slow
Got surrounded by a sheriff down in Mexico

(Well he was steppin' right along) I were a hot-footin' it
(But he was steppin' too slow) It was a sultry day
(Got surrounded by a sheriff) Boxed in
(In Mexico) I didn't even have a chance to see the country

When I was arrested well I didn't have a dime
The sheriff said, 'Son you're riding free this time
'Where you're going you won't need a cent
'Cause the great state of Texas gonna pay your rent'

('Cause where you're going) I think he means jail
(You won't need a cent) Well he knows I'm broke
('Cause the great state of Texas) Yippee!
(Gonna pay your rent) I'm mighty grateful fellas

Well I didn't have a key and I didn't have a file
Naturally I stayed around until my trial
Judge was an old man, Ninety-three
And I didn't like the way the jury looked at me

(Well the judge was an old man) Too old
(Ninety-three) Entirely too old
I didn't like the way..the jury looked at me
I think they were suspicious

(The judge and jury they did agree)
(They all said murder in the first degree)
(The judge said same)
'Well I dunno whether to hang you or not
but this here killin' of deputy sheriffs has just naturally got to stop'
[You gotta point there judge]

It was a most unsatisfactory trial
They gave me ninety-nine years on the hard rock pile
Ninety and nine on the hard rock ground
And all I ever did was shoot a deputy down

(Ninety and nine) It could have been life
(On the hard rock pile) They might-a hung me
(And all he ever did...was shoot a deputy down...)
This whole thing has sure been a lesson to me
[Bang! You're dead!]

La Veuve De Joe Stan Murray
Composer(s): Maurice Vallet - Julien Clerc
Performer(s): Julien Clerc



Comme un Bernard l'hermite
Qui se souvient d'anciens palais
Mon cœur coquille vide
Résonne encore d'anciens regrets

Un saxophone bizarre
Pris dans de gluants lichens mous
Raconte sur la plage
L'histoire vieille du G.I. fou

J'écoute monotone
Le bruit de l'acier et du fer
Les vagues d'assaut résonnent
Entre le village et la mer

Le casino en ruines
Frappe de stupeur l'environ
Des canons dans les ruines
Fument l'opium des moissons, des moissons

Ma patience prolifère
De la Province à l'horizon
Reviens dans ton repaire
Mon vieux mollusque ma déraison

Comme une fleur petite
Qui jamais ne se fanerait
Ta petite veuve annamite
T'attend encore Joe Stan Murray

J'écoute monotone
Le bruit de l'acier et du fer
Les vagues d'assaut résonnent
Entre le village et la mer

Le casino en ruines
Frappe de stupeur l'environ
Des canons dans les ruines
Fument l'opium des moissons, des moissons

Deux croupiers agonisent
Frappés à mort par deux harpons
Des mouettes vocalisent
Le programme de l'Opéra de Saïgon

Bad Luck And Trouble
Composer(s): Johnny Winter
Performer(s): Johnny Winter; Mark Wenner; Terry Garland



I believe that bad luck and trouble
Man is all that joins us
I mean that bad luck and trouble
People that's all that joins us
When my bad luck quit me
Lord, my trouble just began
I'm travelin' the highway
Since I was a child
Nobody see no woman man
Nobody seems to care
Bad luck and trouble
Man, is all that joins us
When my bad luck quit me
Man, my trouble just began
Lord, I'm sittin' down and thinkin'
Man, I'm a long, long way from home
Just sittin' down and thinkin'
Man, I'm a long, long way from home
Think about all my good times
Lord, and my friends all want to know
They never hurt nobody
They never done nobody wrong
Other people won't accept me they say
Man, leave me alone
Sittin' down and thinkin'
Lord, I'm a long, long way from home
Thinkin' about my good times
Man, and my friends all want to know
Man, ain't nobody has this trouble
I gonna tell nobody else
Nobody else has this trouble
Man, ain't gonna tell nobody else
My whole life I'm livin' baby
Gonna make it by myself

La Verónica
Composer(s): Fito Páez
Performer(s): Fito Páez



No se filmó en Portugal
eso no estaba en su plan
ella deshizo valijas
prendió un cigarrillo
y bajo a la ciudad
Roma no estaba tan mal
debo admitir nada mal
algo mantiene el hechizo penso
y se dejo llevar
por un tipo que bajaba solo por la
calle del calvario

plano secuencia real
solo debo caminar
si de algo estaba segura
era que su Verónica no iba a llorar
tarde de crucifixión
clavan al hijo de Dios
guarda el guión en un bolso amarillo
y se tira al sol a bailar

Todas las vidas cayeron al mar
es tan suave verlas
todas las vidas cayeron al mar
y se van, y se van, y se van
ella quiso hacerlo tan feliz
Exterior - día - toma 22
y el sudor de Cristo dibujado sobre un manto

Todas las vidas cayeron al mar
es tan suave verlas
todas las vidas cayeron al mar
y se van, y se van, y se van
ella quiso hacerlo tan feliz
el quiso un amor y no una actriz
ella quiso hacerlo tan feliz

El y su coraza de marfil
diseminada a resistir los encantos del jazmín
yo no se porque
eligió su dulce piel
fue quizás que la vio tan sola
yo no se ni porque
eligió aquella mujer
no hizo mas que volverse loca
y el sudor de Cristo dibujado sobre un manto
todas las vidas...

Bad Luck
Composer(s): Victor Carstarphen - Gene McFadden - John Whitehead
First release by: Harold Melvin & The Blue Notes - 1975



Look down-hearted and confused
Because lately you've been startin' to lose
Losin' out on everything you might try to do
Bad luck's there, it's got a hold on you
Losing money, `bout to lose your home
Done lost your woman and everything you own
Law of averages plainly states that chances go around
But if you want know the truth about it and tell you what's pullin' you down, yeah
(You got) Bad luck
That's what you got, that's what you got (Yes, uh)
Bad luck
That's what you got, that's what you got
Bad luck
That's what you got, that's what you got (You got)
Bad luck, bad luck (Bad)
Played a number `cause that number's hot stuff
But the bookies get you for every cent you've got
Walk around in a daze with your pockets bare
Got to see your woman and she ain't even there
Don't seem to give a whiz about it and all your trapped in time
The more I think about it, I think you're `bout to lose your mind
Some people call it jinxed, some say it ain't my day, huh
But if you wanna know the truth about it and tell you what's pullin' you way down
Bad luck
That's what you got, that's what you got (Yes, uh)
Bad luck
That's what you got, that's what you got (You got)
Bad luck
That's what you got, that's what you got (You got)
Bad luck, bad luck (Bad, bad, bad, bad, bad, bad)
One long week
Ooh, huh
Yeah, yeah
One more thing
Law of averages plainly states that chances go around
But if you wanna know the truth about it and tell you what's pullin' you down
Down, down, down, down, down
Bad luck (Yes, uh)
That's what you got, that's what you got (You got)
Bad luck (Oh.yeah)
That's what you got, that's what you got (You got)
Bad luck
That's what you got, that's what you got (You got)
Bad luck, bad luck, bad luck, bad luck
Bad luck
That's what you got, that's what you got
Bad luck
That's what you got, that's what you got
Bad luck
That's what you got, that's what you got
Bad luck, bad luck, bad luck, bad luck
Bad luck
That's what you got, that's what you got
Bad luck
That's what you got, that's what you got
Bad luck
That's what you got, that's what you got
Bad luck, bad luck, bad luck, bad luck (I can't get away from this bad luck)
Huh
Bad luck
Bad, bad
I want to get away but I can't keep myself
`Cause I got bad luck
Huh, bad luck, y'all
Children sing with me, 'Bad luck'
Everybody's got bad luck, bad luck, bad luck
Bad luck
That's what you got, that's what you got
Bad luck
That's what you got, that's what you got
Bad luck
That's what you got, that's what you got
Bad luck, bad luck, bad luck, bad luck
Bad luck
That's what you got, that's what you got (Mmm...mmm...)
Bad luck
That's what you got, that's what you got
Bad luck
That's what you got, that's what you got (Hey)
Bad luck (Yeah), bad luck, bad luck (Come on), bad luck (Come on)
Ga-ga, woo
People in the world out there
I know none-a y'all satisfied, satisfied
The way crisis has been goin' on, oh, babe
I better say I'm just mad about mornin' paper, yeah
They cut down on smokin' [Cut down on smokin']
We have to cut down on dreamin' [Cut down on dreamin']
`Cause early one morning I got me a paper, huh
I sat down on my living room floor
Opened it up [Opened it up], opened it up [Opened it up]
Guess, what I saw, huh?
Saw the President of the United States, huh
The man said he was gonna give it up
He's giving us high hopes
But he still turned around and left all us poor folks behind
They say they got another man to take his place
But I don't think they need to satisfy the human race
Bad luck, huh
Bad luck, bad luck, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
The only the thing that I got that I can hold on
Is my God, huh, my God, huh
Jesus be with me, Jesus
Give me good luck, huh, good luck
Help me Jesus, huh
Everybody needs

La Vérité
Composer(s): Guy Béart
Performer(s): Guy Béart



Le premier qui dit se trouve toujours sacrifié
D'abord on le tue
Puis on s'habitue
On lui coupe la langue on le dit fou à lier
Après sans problèmes
Parle le deuxième
Le premier qui dit la vérité
Il doit être exécuté

J'affirme que l'on m'a proposé beaucoup d'argent
Pour vendre mes chances
Dans le Tour de France
Le Tour est un spectacle et plaît à beaucoup de gens
Et dans le spectacle
Y a pas de miracle
Le coureur a dit la vérité
Il doit être exécuté

À Chicago un journaliste est mort dans la rue
Il fera silence
Sur tout ce qu'il pense
Pauvre Président tous tes témoins ont disparu
En chœur ils se taisent
Ils sont morts les treize
Le témoin a dit la vérité
Il doit être exécuté

Le monde doit s'enivrer de discours pas de vin
Rester dans la ligne
Suivre les consignes
À Moscou un poète à l'Union des écrivains
Souffle dans la soupe
Où mange le groupe.
Le poète a dit la vérité
Il doit être exécuté.

Combien d'hommes disparus qui un jour ont dit non
Dans la mort propice
Leurs corps s'évanouissent
On se souvient ni de leurs yeux ni de leur nom
Leurs mots qui demeurent
Chantent "juste" à l'heure
L'inconnu a dit la vérité
Il doit être exécuté

Un jeune homme à cheveux longs grimpait le Golgotha
La foule sans tête
Etait à la fête
Pilate a raison de ne pas tirer dans le tas
C'est plus juste en somme
D'abattre un seul homme
Ce jeune homme a dit la vérité
Il doit être exécuté

Bad Love
Composer(s): Eric Clapton - Mick Jones
Performer(s): Eric Clapton



Oh what a feeling I get when I'm with you
You take my heart into everything you do
And it makes me sad for the lonely people
I walked that road for so long
Now I know that I'm one of the lucky people
Your love is making me strong

I've had enough bad love
I need something I can be proud of
I've had enough bad love
No more bad love

And now I see that my life has been so blue
With all the heartaches I had till I met you
But I'm glad to say now that's all behind me
With you here by my side
And there's no more memories to remind me
Your love will keep me alive

I've had enough bad love
I need something I can be proud of
I've had enough bad love
No more bad love 

I've had enough bad love
I need something I can be proud of
I've had enough bad love
No more bad love 

I've had enough bad love
I need something I can be proud of
I've had enough bad love
No more bad love

La Vergüenza
Composer(s): Silvio Rodríguez 
Performer(s): Silvio Rodríguez



Tengo una mesa
que me alimenta
que a veces tiene
hasta de fiesta
Mas si tuviera
sólo una araña
burlona en mi despensa
tendría la vergüenza
¿A qué más?

Tengo zapatos
tengo camisa
tengo sombrero
tengo hasta risa
Mas si tuviera
en mi ropero
sólo las perchas vacías
la vergüenza tendría
¿A qué más?

Tengo billetes como de octava clase
pero así viajo: contento de ir de viaje
pues para un viaje me basta con mis piernas
viajo si equipaje
Más de una mano en lo oscuro me conforta
y más de un paso siento marchar conmigo
pero si no tuviera, no importa
sé que hay muertos que alumbran los caminos

Tengo luz fría
y lavamanos
cables, botones
casi humanos
Pero si fuera
ay, mi paisaje
sólo de ruinas intensas
tendría la vergüenza
¿A qué más? 

Bad Liver And A Broken Heart
Composer(s): Tom Waits
Performer(s): Tom Waits



Well I got a bad liver and a broken heart
yea I drunk me a river since you tore me apart
and I don't have a drinking problem
'cept when I can't get a drink
And I wish you'd a known her
we were quite a pair
she was sharp as a razor
and soft as a prayer
so welcome to the continuing saga
she was my better half
and I was just a dog
and so here am I slumped
I been chippied I been chumped
on my stool
so buy this fool, some spirits and libations
it's these railroad station bars
with all these conductors and the porters
and I'm all out of quarters
and this epitaph is the aftermath
yea I choose my path
hey come on Cath, he's a lawyer
he ain't the one for ya
and no the moon ain't romantic
it's intimidating as hell
and some guy's trying to sell
me a watch
And so I'll meet you at the
bottom of a bottle of
bargain Scotch
I got me a bottle and a dream
it's so maudlin it seems
you can name your poison
go on ahead and make some noise
I ain't sentimental
this ain't a purchase it's a rental
and it's purgatory, hey
what's your story, well
I don't even care
'cause I got my own double-cross to bear
and I'll see your Red Label
and I'll raise you one more
and you can pour me a cab
I just can't drink no more
'cause it don't douse the flames
that are started by dames
It ain't like asbestos
it don't do nothing but
rest us assured
and substantiate the rumors
that you've heard

La Verdadera Historia De Superman
Composer(s): Alejandro Lerner
Performer(s): Alejandro Lerner; Sandra Mihanovich



Si es que muero por las noches 
Es que no tengo con quien hablar 
Si persigo solo a los malhechores
Es que tengo miedo de llegarme a enamorar

Soy así, oh nena quiero ser igual a los demás

Si las balas no me dañan,
Es que me mata la soledad
Si es que nadie me acompaña
Es que no regulo mi velocidad

Buscare un analista 
que me haga olvidar a mi mama
Y aunque mi cuerpo no resista
Mi Edipo tendré que superar

En el fondo soy muy tímido
Y jamás pude hacer el amor
Vamos a mi fortaleza nena
Quiero debutar con vos

Soy así, oh nena quiero ser igual a los demás

Bad Life
Composer(s): Martin Atkins - Keith Levene - John Lydon
Performer(s): John Lydon; Public Image Ltd.



Call me up after midnight
Tell me I'm wrong, tell me I'm right
What do you want, what do I get?
Did you just need the argument?
Well, bad life
Cockroach city, lucky for some
Richest island in the sun
That's life
Name of the game, it's competition
Top of the pile, net demolition
This is what you want
This is what you get
Bad, bad, bad, bad, bad life
Bad life
Now, this machine is on the move
Now, looking out for number one
The open road and getting gasoline
Well, bad life
Bad, bad, bad life
(missing lyrics for this line)
Well, that's life! (Well, that's life)
Call me up after midnight
Tell me I'm wrong, tell me I'm right
What do you want, what do I get?
Did you just need the argument?
Well, bad life
Bad life
Bad
Bad
Bad
Bad
Bad
Bad
Bad
Bad
Bad
Bad (Bad life)
Bad life
Now, looking out for number one
The open road, getting gasoline
(missing lyrics for this line)
Well, that's life
Bad life
Now, looking out for number one
The open road, getting gasoline
(missing lyrics for this line)
Well, that's life
Bad, bad, bad life
(missing lyrics for this line)
Well, that's life
Well, that's life (That's life)
This is what you want
This is what you get
(repeat)

La Vente Aux Enchères
Composer(s): Maurice Vidalin - Gilbert Bécaud
Performer(s): Gilbert Bécaud
and multiple other artists



Approchez, Messieurs Dames, s'il vous plaît!
Approchez, approchez, serrez, serrez le rond!
Messieurs Dames, s'il vous plaît
Approchez, approchez à la vente aux enchères!
Préparez la monnaie!
Moi je suis là pour vendre et vous pour acheter...
Des lots exceptionnels, des prix exceptionnels...
Du rêve pour pas cher à ma vente aux enchères...

Ah, moi qui ai des souvenirs
à ne plus savoir qu'en faire
Vous pouvez vous les acheter comme ça
à ma vente aux enchères
Chez vous, Pointu, Tiloué!
Bonnes bonnes bonnes bonnes gens, approchez donc!
Approchez, serrez le rond!
Ça va commencer, oui
Bonnes bonnes gens, approchez donc!
Serrez le rond! Ça va commencer!

Monsieur Pointu, s'il vous plaît
Premier lot, premier lot
Mais c'est là, le numéro un!
La grande, la grande - oui- aventure!
Oui, j'aime ça, un coup de pied au cul
Mon père n'avait pas tort
Je vole aux étalages et je couche dehors
Je saute dans un camion qui file vers le nord
Ce coup de pied au cul m'a rapporté de l'or
S'il vous plaît, un coup de pied au cul
Parfaitement!
Mise à prix, mise à prix: cinq sous
Cinq sous, allons messieurs, s'il vous plaît
Cinq sous, cinq petits sous
Cinq sous, c'est pas beaucoup!
Cinq sous, allons allons, cinq sous
Cinq sous, à qui dit mieux
Cinq sous le monsieur
Monsieur est généreux, merci!
Six sous, allons allons, six sous, c'est peu
Un coup de pied au cul
Sept sous, la dame en bleu
Une fois, deux fois, huit sous le soldat
Bravo, caporal!
Ce coup de pied au cul te fera général!
Un p'tit effort
Un p'tit effort
Un coup de pied au cul en or
Neuf sous, j'ai entendu
Neuf sous l' barbu
Dix sous l' soldat
Un deux trois, vendu au soldat, Monsieur Pointu

Ah, moi qui ai des souvenirs
à ne plus savoir qu'en faire
Vous pouvez vous acheter les comme ça
à ma vente aux enchères
Chez vous, Pointu, Tiloué!
Bonnes bonnes bonnes bonnes gens, approchez donc!
Approchez, serrez le rond!
Ça va continuer, oui
Bonnes bonnes gens, approchez donc!
Serrez le rond! Ça va continuer!

Monsieur Pointu, s'il vous plaît
Deuxième lot, deuxième lot
Un grand, un grand chagrin, oui, d'amour
C'est triste, c'est triste
Un grand chagrin d'amour
Un grand, un vrai de vrai
J'ai vendu la boutique et j'ai pris les billets
Elle est partie sans moi
Là, là j'ai failli crever
Tenez, vous pouvez constater
C'est pas cicatrisé
La cicatrice, la cicatrice
Mise à prix 
Mise à prix
Dix sous
Dix sous
Bravo, Messieurs Dames, s'il vous plaît, allez!
Dix sous, dix petits sous
Dix sous, c'est pas beaucoup!
Dix sous, allons allons, dix sous
Dix sous à qui dit mieux
Onze sous le monsieur
Monsieur est amoureux
Tant mieux!
Onze sous, allons allons
Onze sous, c'est court!
Un grand chagrin d'amour
C'est comme du velours
Une fois, deux fois, treize sous monsieur l'abbé
Voyons monsieur l'abbé
Un beau chagrin d'amour
Monsieur l'abbé est sourd
Qui a levé la main?
Le monsieur dans le coin?
Vous avez dit combien?
Putain!
Quinze sous la dame en noir 
Quinze sous la dame en noir
Vingt sous le vieillard
Un deux trois... Vendu!
C'est le vieillard, Monsieur Pointu

Ah, moi qui ai des souvenirs
à ne plus savoir qu'en faire
Vous pouvez vous les acheter comme ça
à ma vente aux enchères
Chez vous, Pointu, Tiloué!
Bonnes bonnes bonnes bonnes gens, approchez donc!
Approchez, serrez le rond!
Ça va continuer, oui
Bonnes bonnes gens, approchez donc
Serrez le rond! Ça va continuer!

Monsieur Pointu me semble, s'il vous plaît
Troisième lot, troisième lot, numéro trois
La mort du héros
C'est beau ça, c'est beau!
Une superbe mort que j'avais gardée pour moi
Sans curé, sans docteur
Une mort de gala, une mort en pleine vie
Tout debout et bien droit
Un beau coup de fusil
Pan! C'est pas beau ça 
Monsieur, la mort du héros
La mort d'un héros avec fusil, avec fusil
Mise à prix
Mise à prix 
Un franc
Un franc, allons messieurs, s'il vous plaît, allons!
Un franc, un petit franc
Un franc, c'est pas beaucoup!
Un franc, allons allons, un franc
Un franc la mort jolie
Deux francs, monsieur a dit
Monsieur n'a peur de rien
C'est bien!
Deux francs la mort jolie, jolie, jolie
Un beau coup de fusil joli joli
Une fois, deux fois!
Une mort comme ça
Si vous n'en voulez pas
Ben, je la garderai pour moi!
Une mort en pleine vie
Tout debout et bien droit
Un bon coup de fusil
Pan! Salut!

Bad Jokes
Composer(s): Garrison Keillor
Performer(s): Woody Harrelson; John C. Reilly; Guys All-Star Shoe Band



The blind man's seeing eye dog
Pissed on the blind man's shoe
The blind man said, "Here Rover
Here's a piece of beef for you"
His wife said, "Don't reward him
You can't just let that pass"
The blind man said
"I gotta find his mouth
so I can kick him in the ass"
Bad Jokes
Lord I love them
Bad jokes
Can't get enough of 'em
oo oo oo whee
Bad jokes for me
You got one Dusty
I got one Lefty
Let's hear it
When God created woman
He gave not two breasts but three
When the middle one got in the way
God performed surgery
Woman stood before God
With middle breast in hand
Said "What do we do
With the useless boob?"
And got created man
Bad Jokes
Lord I love them
Bad jokes
Can't get enough of 'em
oo oo oo whee
Bad jokes for me
Gramps turned 80 the other day
He never did find his way
He dressed up in a brand new suit
Sitting in a big lawn chair
When a beautiful young naked woman
Stood up in front of the group
She offered gramps some super sex
And he said, "I'll take the soup!"
Bad Jokes
Lord I love them
Bad jokes
Can't get enough of 'em
oo oo oo whee
Bad jokes for me
You ready for another one?
Yea, lay it on me
Olie went to the neighborhood dance
And he won the big door prize
Was a toilet brush
And he took it home
And the next week one of the guys
Said, "Olie, how's that toilet brush
The one you won from the neighbors?"
Olie said, "Oh, it works pretty good
but I prefer toilet paper"
Bad Jokes
Lord I love them
Bad jokes
Can't get enough of 'em
oo oo oo whee
Bad jokes for me
Farmer had a champion bull
Bred 200 times a year
Farmer's wife said, "200 times
Isn't that wonderful dear
Maybe you otta watch 'em
Maybe he'll show you how"
Farmer said, "He's a heck of a bull
But it wasn't all with same cow"
Come on now
Bad Jokes
Lord I love them
Bad jokes
Can't get enough of 'em
oo oo oo whee
Bad jokes for me
You gotta another one Dusty?
Actually I do
You hear about the viagra shipment that got stolen?
No, who they think did that?
Well they don't know
But they are on the lookout for hardened criminals
You got another one?
I got another one Lefty
Sven said to his friend
"O, I think my wife died"
His friend said, "What do you mean you think?"
"Well, the sex is still the same
But the dishes are stacking up"
Hey Dusty
Yea Lefty
Did you know that diarrhea was hereditary?
No, I didn't
Yea, it runs in your jeans
Heya, Lefty
Yea, go aheadin'
Why do they call it PMS?
PMS, well I don't know why?
Mad cow was already taken
Hey, Dusty
Yea, Lefty
What do you get when you cross
Holy water with castor oil?
I don't know Lefty
What do you get?
A religious movement
Heya, Hey, Lefty
What did the elephant
say to the naked man?
What did he say?
He said, "It's cute
But can you really breath
through that thing?"
Come on
Bad Jokes
Lord I love them
Bad jokes
Can't get enough of 'em
oo oo oo whee
Bad jokes for me
Bad Jokes
Man I love them
Bad jokes
Can't get enough of 'em
oo oo oo whee
Baaaad, Whoo
jokes for meee
Hey!