Lean On Me
Composer(s): Bill Withers
First release by: Bill Withers - 1972
Covered by multiple other artists



Sometimes in our lives, we all have pain, we all have sorrow
But if we are wise, we know that there's always tomorrow
Lean on me, when you're not strong and I'll be your friend
I'll help you carry on, for it won't be long 'til I'm gonna need somebody to lean on
Please swallow your pride, if have things you need to borrow
For no one can fill those needs that you won't let show

You just call on me brother when you need a hand
We all need somebody to lean on
I just might have a problem that you'll understand
We all need somebody to lean on

Lean on me when you't not strong, and I'll be your friend
I'll help you carry on, for it won't be long 'til I'm gonna' need somebody to lean on

You just call on me brother if you need a friend
We all need somebody to lean on
I just might have a problem that you'll understand
We all need somebody to lean on

If there is a load you have to bear that you can't carry
I'm right up the road, I'll share your load if you just call me

Call me (if you need a friend)
Call me

(Repeat) ...

Leah
Composer(s): Joe Melson - Roy Orbison
Performer(s): Roy Orbison



Leah, Leah! Leah, Leah!
Here I go
From the hut to the boat, to the sea
For Leah

Ah-hah, I got to go diving in the bay
Got to get a lot of oysters, find some pearls today
To make a pretty necklace for Leah
Leah

I've got to go deep and find the ones just right 
I'll bet my Leah will be surprised tonight
I'll place the pearls around the only girl for me
Leah

But something's wrong, I cannot move around 
My leg is caught, it's pulling me down
But I'll keep my hand shut tight, for if they find me
They'll find the pearl for Leah

And now it's over, I'm awake at last 
Old heartaches and memories from the past
It was just another dream about my lost love
'Bout Leah

Leah, Leah! Leah, Leah!
Here I go
Back to sleep, and in my dreams, I'll dream
With Leah, Leah, Leah!

Bluebottle Blues
Composer(s): Milligan; Carbone
Performer(s): Goons



Sound of door opening, and Bluebottle (B) runs up to microphone, 
where Segoon (S) is waiting 

B: Oh! Hello everybody! 
S: Just the lad I've been looking for 
B: Oh! 

S: Clamber in my head, Fred Whence all but you have fled, Fred There 
is no contesting, I've no way of manifesting How much I'd prefer you 
dead, Fred 

B: Oh I'm glad you like me, my Captain Because I trust you too
S: Gratifiy your wim, Jim
B: Jim? What happened to Fred? 
S: He changed his name
B: What to? 
S: Chunky. Tell me, can you swim Jim? 
B: No, Jim can not swim

S: Then step upon this plank, son On the river bank, son Which I have 
carefully arranged so it will suddenly tip up and throw you into 
thirty feet of muddy water when you upset the trim by stepping on the 
rim, Jim 

B: I say, it's not for deading me, is it Captain? 
S: Oh course not, dear boy! Just walk along it a bit further! 

B: Righty-ho then. Ahh. Here I am on the edge of the nice little 
wooden-type plank. It is a lovely day for a naughty blank.  
Arg! Oh! Yahhh! You've drowneded me. I do not like this game.  
I've got those "When I say I trust you I do not want to be drownded 
because I do not like those kind of game" Blues. I don't like tricks 
that go sploogy-splat (They say harm can come to a young lad like 
that) And I do not like explosions that blow me back to Christmas (?) 
Out of my el-seaside pudding queue (???) I don't like being wetted by 
nasty April showers And I do not like being nutted by Eifel and 
Blackpool towers So I do not want to be drowned, nutted, deaded, 
hitteded, splatted pledded! I don't like that kind of type blues -- I 
don't like that I've got them Bluebottle Blues

S: Still alive? Take this cigarette, pet 
B: Oh ta 
S: No, don't light it yet, pet.  All right, now you can light it
B: Are you sure I won't be deaded or nothing, Captain? 
S:  No, no -- don't be frightened! 
B: All right then, I'll just put a match to it, and .... 

 

 You rotten swine you! You deaded me again. I 
shan't play this rotten game no more. Picks up fretted knee caps, 
replaces lugging lug hole And exists through little hole in middle of 
record   

(Milligan, unaccompanied) I'm walking backwards for Christmas -- oh 
no, that's on the other side!

Leader Of The Pack
((French Version: Le Chef De La Bande (by Frank Alamo) - 1965))
Composer(s): Phil Spector - Jeff Barry - Ellie Greenwich
First release by: The Shangri-Las - 1964
Covered by multiple other artists



Is she really going out with him?
Well, there she is 
Let's ask her
Betty, is that Jimmy's ring you're wearing?
Mm-hmm
Gee, it must be great riding with him
Is he picking you up after school today?
Uh-uh
By the way, where'd you meet him?

I met him at the candy store 
He turned around and smiled at me
You get the picture? (yes, we see)
That's when I fell for (the leader of the pack)

My folks were always putting him down (down, down)
They said he came from the wrong side of town
(whatcha mean when ya say that he came from the wrong side of town?)
They told me he was bad
But I knew he was sad
That's why I fell for (the leader of the pack)

One day my dad said, "Find someone new"
I had to tell my Jimmy we're through
(whatcha mean when ya say that ya better go find somebody new?)
He stood there and asked me why
But all I could do was cry
I'm sorry I hurt you (the leader of the pack)

He sort of smiled and kissed me goodbye
The tears were beginning to show
As he drove away on that rainy night
I begged him to go slow
But whether he heard, I'll never know

Look out! Look out! Look out! Look out!

I felt so helpless, what could I do?
Remembering all the things we'd been through
In school they all stop and stare
I can't hide the tears, but I don't care
I'll never forget him (the leader of the pack)

The leader of the pack - now he's gone
The leader of the pack - now he's gone
The leader of the pack - now he's gone
The leader of the pack - now he's gone

Bluebirds In The Moonlight
Composer(s): Ralph Rainger; Leo Robin
Performer(s): Beryl Davis
and various other artists



There are bluebirds in the moonlight
Silly idea, bluebirds in the moonlight
But that’s how I feel when I’m with you
There are night owls in the daylight
Silly idea, night owls in the daylight
Or maybe my heart is saying hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo
Who is the one for me?
You – that’s what you’ve done to me
There are bluebirds in the moonlight
Silly idea, bluebirds in the moonlight
But that’s how I feel when I’m with you

Le Chef De La Bande
((Adapted from: Leader Of The Pack (by The Shangri-Las) - 1964))
Composer(s): Phil Spector - Jeff Barry - Ellie Greenwich - Georges Aber
Performer(s): Frank Alamo - 1965



Figurez-vous qu'elle était fiancée à Jimmy
La bague qu'elle a au doigt
Je suis sûre que c'est lui qui lui a donnée
Tous les soirs à la sortie du lycée
Il allait la chercher avec sa moto
Et tu sais, il conduisait... comme un fou!

Elle l'a rencontré au drugstore
Il s'est retourné, lui a souri
Elle l'a aimé, lui le Chef de la Bande

Son père, sa mère ne l'aimaient pas, non, non
Ils ne voulaient pas qu'ils nous voient
Ils disaient "Ce garçon là n'est vraiment pas pour toi
Et bien parce que: c'est le Chef de la Bande"

Un jour son père lui a interdit
De revoir Jimmy et lui dit que tout était fini
Jimmy a demandé pourquoi? Elle a dit "je ne sais pas"
Elle a dû le peiner, lui le Chef de la Bande"

Il a souri, l'a embrassée, puis il lui a dit "Adieu"
Il paraît qu'il avait des larmes dans les yeux
Quand il a démarré dans la minute il...
Elle lui a dit de ralentir, mais...
Est-ce qu'il l'a entendue lorsqu'elle a crié
"Attention! Arrête! Attention ....!
Ah !!!!!!!!"

Elle pense à lui presque tout le temps
Elle se souvient de leurs bons moments
Ses amis lui disent toujours
De ne plus pleurer leur grand amour
Elle ne l'oubliera pas, lui le Chef de la Bande

Le Chef de la Bande qu'elle a aimé
Le Chef de la Bande qu'elle a aimé
Le Chef de la Bande qu'elle a aimé

Bluebird Of Happiness
Composer(s): Edward Heyman; Harry Parr Davies; Sandor Harmati
Performer(s): Art Mooney
and various other artists



The beggar man and his mighty king are only diff'rent in name
For they are treated just the same by fate
Today a smile and tomorrow tears
We're never sure what's in store
So learn your lesson before too late, so

Be like I, hold your head up high
Till you find a bluebird of happiness
You will find greater peace of mind
Knowing there's a bluebird of happiness
And when he sings to you
Though you're deep in blue
You will see a ray of light creep through
And so remember this, life is no abyss
Somewhere there's a bluebird of happiness

Life is sweet, tender and complete
When you find the bluebird of happiness
You will find perfect peace of mind
When you find the bluebird of happiness
Two hearts that beat as one
'Neath a new found sun
We are in a world that's just begun
And you must sing his song, as you go along
When you find the bluebird of happiness

Leader Of The Laundromat
((Adapted from: Leader Of The Pack (by The Shangri-Las) - 1964))
Composer(s): Lee Pockriss - Paul Vance
Performer(s): The Detergents; The Surfaris



Is he really goin' out with `er? I don't know 
Look, here he comes now 
Let's ask `im
Hey, Murray, is it true Betty's wearin' your ring? Uh-huh
Who's that bangin' on the piano? I don't know 
You goin' out with her tonight? You bet yer fur 
By the way, where'd ya meet her?

I met her one day at the Laundromat
She turned around and smiled at me, ya get the picture? Yes, we see
And that's when I fell in love with the Leader Of the Laundromat

My folks were always putting her down (down, down)
Because her laundry came back brown (brown, brown)
I don't care if they think she's bad
I fell in love cuz she looked so sad
I got a date tonight with the Leader Of the Laundromat

Dang it!!

My dad said "Find a laundry that's new" (find a laundry that's new)
How can I tell my baby we're through (tell my baby we're through)
Gotta drive right into town
I don't care if my shirts are brown
I got a date tonight with the Leader Of the Laundromat

Dang it!!

When I finally got there, I told her it was all over between us
I'll never forget the hurt and the funny look in her eye
She grabbed my laundry and ran into the street
Directly into the path of a runaway garbage truck 
I yelled "watch out! watch out! watch out! watch out! watch ou-u-t!"

Dang it!!

I felt so messy standing there (messy standing there)
My daddy's shorts were everywhere (daddy's shorts were everywhere)
Tenderly I kissed her goodbye
Picked up my clothes, they were finally dry
But I won't forget you, oh Leader Of the Laundromat

(oh-oh-oh-oh)
(ooh--ooh—ooh—ooh) 

Who's that bangin' on the piano?
I don't know

Bluebird Island
Composer(s): Hank Snow
Performer(s): Hank Snow



My ship set sail to Bluebird Island
And slowly drifted out to sea
Her silver sails to cross the ocean
My lover's lonely heart set free

Then out across the waves
The bluebirds came one day
Out o'er the silver sea
Your message brought to me
To sail my ship of love along the moonlit bay
And anchor in the harbor of your heart

The trade winds there on Bluebird Island
Soon dried her lonely tears away
The treasure I found broken hearted
Was locked within my heart to stay

Leader Of The Band
Composer(s): Dan Fogelberg
First release by: Dan Fogelberg - 1981
Covered by multiple other artists



An only child alone and wild, a cabinet maker's son 
His hands were meant for different work 
And his heart was known to none
He left his home and went his lone and solitary way
And he gave to me a gift I know I never can repay

A quiet man of music denied a simpler fate
He tried to be a soldier once, but his music wouldn't wait
He earned his love through discipline, a thundering velvet hand
His gentle means of sculpting souls took me years to understand

The leader of the band is tired and his eyes are growing old
But his blood runs through my instrument and his song is in my soul
My life has been a poor attempt to imitate the man
I'm just a living legacy to the leader of the band

My brother's lives were different for they heard another call
One went to Chicago and the other to St Paul
And I'm in Colorado when I'm not in some hotel
Living out this life I've chose and come to know so well

I thank you for the music and your stories of the road
I thank you for the freedom when it came my time to go
I thank you for the kindness and the times when you got tough
And papa, I don't think I said I love you near enough

The leader of the band is tired and his eyes are growing old
But his blood runs through my instrument and his song is in my soul
My life has been a poor attempt to imitate the man
I'm just a living legacy to the leader of the band
I am a living legacy to the leader of the band

Bluebird
Composer(s): Leon Russell
Originally performed by: Leon Russell
Covered by various other artists



Yeah I'm lost in the night
The icy wind is howling out your name
Desolation lingers like a fog
The fire is growing dimmer in the wind
I'm out in the rain
The moon has gone behind the cloud again
And I can't stand to live another day
Cause my bluebird went away
And I'm locked in this room with my sorrow
No escape no way to get away
And my only connection with tomorrow
Is hoping that you might decide to not stay away
Oh, I'm out on a limb
If I could only find sweet love again
And I can't stand to live another day
Can't find my bluebird anywhere anywhere anywhere
Oh I'm lost in the night
The icy wind is howling out your name
And I can't stand to live another day
Bluebird why did you go away
Bluebird why did you go away
Oh, little bluebird, why did you go away
Won't you tell me

Lead Man Holler
Composer(s): Harry Belafonte 
Performer(s): Harry Belafonte



You hear me calling at the crack of dawn
Jump up brothers come and face the morn
Forget your aching from the day before
'Cause today we're goin' to do that and more

Lead man holler, yo oh ho
All men follow, down you go for a working dollar
Yes he holler yo oh ho, all men follow
Down we go for a working dollar

I want de men, the women and the children too
We got a long day out we got a lot to do
We got to cut up, stack up and load the cane
You better bring a shawl 'cause it look like rain

Lead man holler, yo oh ho
All men follow, down you go for a working dollar
Yes he holler yo oh ho, all men follow
Down we go for a working dollar

Well a working man I am tired and true
I won't ask you nothin' that I wouldn't do
Well you pay today is the same as last
Your work's the same, just a little fast

Lead man holler, yo oh ho
All men follow, down you go for a working dollar
Yes he holler yo oh ho, all men follow
Down we go for a working dollar

Well I'd like to tell you `bout yesterday
You work quite well, I am proud to say
I want ev'ry man to try his will
And make yesterday look like he was standing still

Lead man holler, yo oh ho
All men follow, down you go for a working dollar
Yes he holler yo oh ho, all men follow
Down we go for a working dollar 

Blueberry Pies
Composer(s): Paddy McAloon
Performer(s): Prefab Sprout



Lying is killing the good things in me
Ask me what the time is baby, ask me honey
My eyes shift and slide
Sure there are reasons for acting like this
But reasons are kill kill killing the everything we do
Who said we’d be happy the more that we knew?
Oh don’t come a calling with answer me eyes
All you’ll get my baby are blueberry pies

But your being lovely
And your being good
Only depresses me, knowing how oddly I’m behaving
Hello stranger - (the) stranger I’ve become - I’m an air raid
Leaving both us orphans and four fifths afraid

So if I come begging with take me back eyes
All you have to tell me
All you have to tell me are blueberry, blueberry pies

Voleur De Pervenches
Performer(s): André Bourvil



Le voleur de pervenches
Il est encore en prison
Il a volé deux pervenches
Pour en faire deux chansons
Il a fait la première
Pour le beaux yeux de Sylvie
La deuxième pour sa mère
Les deux femmes de sa vie

Bienheureux le voleur
Quand il vole des fleurs
Pour l'amour et le cœur
La, la, la, la . . . .

Le voleur de pervenches
A le cœur en liberté
Les prisons sans dimanche
N'empêchent pas d'aimer
Et pour sa récompense
Un miracle est arrivé
Car il pleut des pervenches
La prison s'est écrasée

Bienheureux prisonnier
Ton amour t'a payé
D'un printemps tout entier
La, la, la, la . . . .

Le voleur de pervenches
S'est enfuit de sa prison
Il a des fleurs dans les manches
Et l'printemps aux talons
Toutes ces fleurs pour sa mère
Pour Sylvie et ses beaux yeux
Il a fleurit toute la terre
Les printemps sont toujours bleus
La, la, la, la . . . .

Blueberry Hill
Composer(s): Al Lewis - Vincent Rose - Larry Stock
First recording: Sammy Kaye & His Orch. - 1940
Covered by multiple other artists

Versions In Other Languages:
1952 - Kirsebærvej (by Gustav Winckler)
1977 - La Colline De Blueberry Hill (by Eddy Mitchell)
1977 - Ejer Bavnehøj (by Bamses Venner)
2007 - Blueberry Hill (by Amaryllis Temmerman)



I found my thrill on Blueberry Hill
On Blueberry Hill where I found you
The moon stood still on Blueberry Hill
And lingered till my dreams came true

The wind in the willow played
Love's sweet melody
But all of those vows we made
Were never to be

Tho' we're apart you're part of me still
For you were my thrill on Blueberry Hill

The wind in the willow played
Love's sweet melody
But all of those vows we made
Were never to be

Tho' we're apart you're part of me still
For you were my thrill on Blueberry Hill

Le Visage De L'amour
Composer(s): Charles Trenet
Performer(s): Charles Trenet; Dalida



Vous êtes mes amis et nous aimons nous voir souvent
Vous êtes mes amis d'aujourd'hui, d'hier et d'avant
Au fil des années pas de fleurs fanées
Et si le temps marche à grands pas vous, vous ne changez pas
Vous avez le visage de l'amour
Vous avez le visage des beaux jours
Du soleil au printemps qui revient tout content
D'apporter à chacun le sourire du destin
Vous avez la fraîcheur des souvenirs
Et le cœur plein de joie et de désir
Car vous êtes la campagne et la ville et le faubourg
Vous avez le visage, vous le vrai visage
Vous avez le visage de l'amour
Pourtant bien d'entre nous n'ont pas toujours été heureux
Pourtant bien d'entre nous n'ont pas eu le ciel toujours bleu
Mais les choses méchantes s'envolent quand on chante
Et les grimaces de la vie ensemble on les oublie
Vous avez le visage de l'amour
Vous avez le visage des beaux jours
Du soleil au printemps qui revient tout content
Dapporter à chacun le sourire du destin
Vous avez la fraîcheur des souvenirs
Et le cœur plein de joie et de désir
Car vous êtes la campagne et la ville et le faubourg
Vous avez le visage, vous le vrai visage
Vous avez le visage de l'amour
"Oui, vous avez le visage de l'amour
C'est curieux comme le visage de l'amour ça ne change jamais
Parce que l'amour hein!
C'est éternel l'amour, c'est beau l'amour
Et puis l'amour c'estfidèle n'est ce pas!"
Vous avez la fraîcheur des souvenirs
Et le cœur plein de joie et de désir
Car vous êtes la campagne et la ville et le faubourg
Vous avez le visage, vous avez le vrai visage
Vous avez le visage de l'amour
De l'amour, de l'amour, de l'amour

Blueberries For Breakfast 
Composer(s): John Phillips
Performer(s): The Mamas & The Papas



Blueberries for breakfast, love in the afternoon
Butterflies in my trousers under the August moon... 
Blueberries for breakfast, love in the afternoon 
Butterflies in my trousers under the August moon... 

Drive you to the airport; wait `til it's time to go
I've checked the weather report; they say it will not snow 
And all the planes can come and go
But I think the ceiling is too low 
So you can't go

Blueberries for breakfast, love in the afternoon
Butterflies in my trousers under the August moon...

[?] New York fire [?]
Burning just a little too bright
Manhattan firefly, never make it through the night
Somehow she came out alright
Through the darkness, see her light shining bright

Blueberries for breakfast, love in the afternoon
Butterflies in my trousers under the August moon...

I'm gonna have to call the cops, if you don't leave me alone
Stop waiting at the bus stop, trying to walk me home
The FBI, the CIA, you know they'll never leave you alone
And I will cut you to the bone

Blueberries for breakfast, love in the afternoon
Butterflies in my trousers under the August moon... 
Blueberries for breakfast, love in the afternoon 
Butterflies in my trousers under the August moon

Le Vingt-Deux Septembre
Composer(s): Georges Brassens 
First release by: Georges Brassens - 1964
Covered by multiple other artists

Versions In Other Languages:
1985 - To Anne, September Fifteenth (by Graeme Allwright)
2004 - Il 21 Settembre (by Nanni Svampa)



Un vingt et deux septembre au diable vous partites
Et, depuis, chaque année, à la date susdite
Je mouillais mon mouchoir en souvenir de vous...
Or, nous y revoilà, mais je reste de pierre
Plus une seule larme à me mettre aux paupières 
Le vingt et deux septembre, aujourd'hui, je m'en fous

On ne reverra plus, au temps des feuilles mortes
Cette âme en peine qui me ressemble et qui porte
Le deuil de chaque feuille en souvenir de vous...
Que le brave Prévert et ses escargots veuillent
Bien se passer de moi et pour enterrer les feuilles 
Le vingt-e-deux septembre, aujourd'hui, je m'en fous

Jadis, ouvrant mes bras comme une paire d'ailes
Je montais jusqu'au ciel pour suivre l'hirondelle
Et me rompais les os en souvenir de vous...
Le complexe d'Icare à présent m'abandonne
L'hirondelle en partant ne fera plus l'automne 
Le vingt et deux septembre, aujourd'hui, je m'en fous

Pieusement nous d'un bout de vos dentelles
J'avais, sur ma fenêtre, un bouquet d'immortelles
Que j'arrosais de pleurs en souvenir de vous...
Je m'en vais les offrir au premier mort qui passe
Les regrets éternels à présent me dépassent 
Le vingt et deux septembre, aujourd'hui, je m'en fous

Désormais, le petit bout de cœur qui me reste
Ne traversera plus l'équinoxe funeste
En battant la breloque en souvenir de vous...
Il a craché sa flamme et ses cendres s'éteignent
À peine y pourrait-on rôtir quatre châtaignes 
Le vingt et deux septembre, aujourd'hui, je m'en fous

Et c'est triste de n'être plus triste sans vous

Bluebell
Composer(s): Jerry Livingston; Paul Francis Webster
Performer(s): Mitch Miller; Scott Walker



Don't be blue, my pretty Blue Bell
Don't you fret, although you know that we must part
Don't be blue, my pretty Blue Bell
You will always be the flower of my heart

And all the way to Albuquerque
I'll be feelin' mighty perky
Knowin' that I've got a gal so true

And if you save up all your kisses
I will change your name to Missus
On the day that I come back to you

Wait for me, my pretty Blue Bell
Wait for me, although you know that we must part
Wedding bells, my pretty Blue Bell
Will be ringing for the flower of my heart
Of my heart, of my heart

Oh, don't be blue, my pretty Blue Bell
Oh, don't be blue, blue, Blue Bell
Oh, don't be blue, my pretty Blue Bell
Blue Bell, blue

And all the way to Albuquerque
I'll be feelin' mighty perky
Knowin' that I've got a gal so true

And if you save up on your kisses
I will change your name to Missus
On the day that I come back to you

Wait for me, my pretty Blue Bell
Wait for me, although you know that we must part
Wedding bells, my pretty Blue Bell
Will be ringing for the flower of my heart
Of my heart, of my heart
Flower of my heart

Le Vin
Composer(s): Georges Brassens
Performer(s): Georges Brassens



Avant de chanter
Ma vie, de fair' des
Harangues
Dans ma gueul' de bois
J'ai tourné sept fois
Ma langue
J'suis issu de gens
Qui étaient pas du genre sobre
On conte que j'eus
La tétée au jus
D'octobre...

Mes parents on dû
M'trouver au pied d'une souche
Et non dans un chou
Comm' ces gens plus ou
Moins louches
En guise de sang
(O noblesse sans Pareille!)
Il coule en mon cœur
La chaude liqueur
D'la treille...

Quand on est un sage, et qu'on a du savoir-boire
On se garde à vue
En cas de soif, une poire
Une poire ou deux
Mais en forme de
Bonbonne
Au ventre replet
Rempli du bon lait
D'l'automne...

Jadis, aux Enfers
Cert's, il a souffert
Tantale
Quand l'eau refusa
D'arroser ses amygdales
Etre assoiffé d'eau
C'est triste, mais faut
Bien dire
Que, l'être de vin
C'est encore vingt
Fois pire...

Hélas! il ne pleut
Jamais du gros bleu
Qui tache
Qu'ell's donnent du vin
J'irai traire enfin
Les vaches
Que vienne le temps
Du vin coulant dans
La Seine!
Les gens, par milliers
Courront y noyer
Leur peine...