L'un Vers L'autre
Composer(s): Alain Boublil - Claude-Michel Schönberg



Éponine
Deux anges qui se découvrent
n'ont rien à expliquer
deux âmes qui se retrouvent
ont tout dit sans parler
j'ai souvent rêvé dans les bras de Marius d'être à sa place
devant ce bonheur d'un autre monde
la jalousie s'efface

Ils marchaient sans savoir l'un vers l'autre
comme la chance quand elle cherche le hasard
deux enfants mis au monde l'un par l'autre
pour jouer les héros d'une histoire

Ils descendent des nuages
rayonnants de mystère
pour faire un long voyage
d'amour sur cette terre

À peine se sont-ils vus
qu'ils se sont reconnus
avant de se connaître

Le bonheur leur va bien l'un à l'autre
un aveugle en son cœur pourrait le voir
le bonheur ça fait mal chez les autres
quand on n'a pas de rôle dans l'histoire

Mais dans une pièce a deux
les autres n'ont pas d'réplique
ils sont dans le public

Ils marchaient sans savoir l'un vers l'autre
et la chance a trouvé le hasard
on n'peut plus les aimer l'un sans l'autre
sans trahir la morale de l'histoire

Moody River
Composer(s): Gary D. Bruce
Originally performed by: Chase Webster
Covered by various other artists



(Moody river, moody river)

Moody river, more deadly than the vainest knife
Moody river, your muddy water took my baby's life

Last Saturday evenin' came to the old oak tree
It stands beside the river where you were to meet me
On the ground your glove I found
With a note addressed to me
It read "Dear love, I've done you wrong"
"Now I must set you free"
"No longer can I live with this hurt and this sin"
"I just couldn't tell you that guy was just a friend"

Moody river, more deadly than the vainest knife
Moody river, your muddy water took my baby's life

I looked into the muddy water and what could I see?
I saw a lonely, lonely face just lookin' back at me
Tears in his eyes and a prayer on his lips
And the glove of his lost love at his fingertips

Moody river, more deadly than the vainest knife
Moody river, your muddy water took my baby's life

L'un D'entre Eux Inventa La Mort
Composer(s): Pierre Delanoë - Gilbert Bécaud
Performer(s): Gilbert Bécaud



Il y a des millions d'années
Il y a des millions d'années
Quand le diable n'était pas né
Quand le diable n'était pas né
Tous les hommes étaient immortels
Mais l'un d'entre eux, qui était plus fort
L'un d'entre eux inventa la mort
Ce fut une révolution
Jusque-là, les filles étaient belles
On ne se battait pas pour elles
On ne se battait pas pour elles
Jusque-là, les hommes étaient forts
Mais l'un d'entre eux qui était plus fort
L'un d'entre eux inventa la mort
Et l'on vit les cheveux blanchir
Et l'on vit les dos se courber
Et l'on vit la vie s'envoler
Et l'on vit la vie s'envoler
Des cœurs, des âmes et des corps
Mais l'un d'entre eux qui était plus fort
L'un d'entre eux inventa la mort
Alors lui, le petit malin
Devint le Dieu, le souverain
Il régnait comme un vrai tyran
Il régnait comme un vrai tyran
Sur la pluie et sur le beau temps
Sur la pluie et sur le vent du Nord
Il avait inventé la mort
Il avait inventé la mort
Il avait inventé l'enfer
Les voleurs et les assassins
La pneumonie et le cancer
La pneumonie et le cancer
La guerre et les conquistadors
Il était vraiment le plus fort
Il avait inventé la mort
Il avait inventé la mort
Il restait quand même l'amour
Pour les hommes, c'était l'opium
Ils s'aimaient tant qu'ils le pouvaient
Ils s'aimaient tant qu'ils le pouvaient
Puis un jour ils se détestaient
Et l'amour devenait la mort
Et l'amour devenait la mort
Ils mouraient de n'importe quoi
De misère, d'un bobo au doigt
En marchant, volant ou nageant
En marchant, volant ou nageant
Dans un lit, dans un guet-apens
Ils étaient condamnés à mort
Ils étaient condamnés à mort
Pour se concilier les faveurs
De l'impitoyable seigneur
On brûla quelques inventeurs
On brûla quelques inventeurs
Des poètes et que sais-je encore
Mais la mort demeurait la mort
Mais la mort demeurait la mort
De l'encens, des cierges et des fleurs
Pour fair' plaisir à leur Seigneur
Pour fair' plaisir à leur Seigneur
Des Credo, des Confiteor
Des Pater et que sais-je encore
Mais la mort demeurait la mort
Mais la mort demeurait la mort
Alors les hommes se sont dit
"Que peut-on attendre de lui?
"Que peut-on attendre de lui?
Il faudra travailler longtemps
Il faudra travailler longtemps
Peut-être pendant cent mille ans
Peut-être plus longtemps encore"
Peut-être plus longtemps encore"
Alors les hommes
Ont pris un cœur qui ne battait plus
Et puis
Lui ont redonné la vie que l'on croyait perdue
Les hommes
Ont visité les planètes une à une
D'abord
La vieille Lune et Mars et Jupiter et Neptune
Les hommes
Se sont envolés droit vers les étoiles
Et puis
Sont revenus tout raconter dans leurs cathédrales
Les hommes
Après avoir longtemps, longtemps cherché
Enfin
Ont découvert le secret de
L'immortalité
Fous de joie d'avoir découvert
Le grand secret de l'Univers
Ils ont mis leurs plus beaux habits
Ils ont mis leurs plus beaux habits
Et sont partis vers celui qui
Et sont partis vers celui qui
Leur avait inventé la mort
Leur avait inventé la mort
Ils avaient vraiment bonne mine
Là-haut dans leurs super machines
Mais en arrivant au Palais
Mais en arrivant au Palais
Ils avaient les mains qui tremblaient
Et le cœur qui battait très fort
Et le cœur qui battait très fort
Une grande porte s'ouvrit
Et puis d'autres à l'infini
Ils suivirent de longs couloirs
Ils suivirent de longs couloirs
Un huissier en costume noir
Leur dit: "Messieurs vous venez tard, vous venez tard
Depuis ce matin à l'aurore
Depuis ce matin à l'aurore
Dieu est mort"
Dieu est mort"

Mood Indigo
Composer(s): Duke Ellington; Barney Bigard; Irving Mills
Originally performed by: Duke Ellington
Covered by various other artists



You ain't been blue
No, no, no . . .
You ain't been blue
'Till you had that mood indigo . . .

That feelin' goes stealin'
Down to my shoes
While I sit an' sigh
Go 'long blues . . .

Always get the mood indigo
Since my baby said goodbye . . .
In the evenin' when the lights are low
I'm so lonesome, I could die!

'Cause there's nobody
Who cares about me . . .
I'm just a fool
Who's bluer than blue can be
When I get that mood indigo
I could lay me down an' die!

That feelin' goes stealin'
Down to my shoes
While I sit an' sigh
Go 'long blues . . .

Lumberjack Song
Composer(s): Terry Jones - Michael Palin - Fred Tomlinson
Performer(s): Monty Python



Barber: 
I wanted to be ... a lumberjack!

Leaping from tree to tree, as they float down the mighty rivers of British Columbia
The Giant Redwood 
The Larch 
The Fir! The mighty Scots Pine! The lofty flowering Cherry! 
The plucky little Apsen! The limping Roo tree of Nigeria 
The towering Wattle of Aldershot! The Maidenhead Weeping Water Plant! 
The naughty Leicestershire Flashing 
Oak! The flatulent Elm of West Ruislip! The Quercus Maximus Bamber Gascoigni! 
The Epigillus! The Barter Hughius Greenus!

With my best buddy by my side, we'd sing! Sing! Sing!

I'm a lumberjack, and I'm okay
I sleep all night and I work all day

Mounties: 
He's a lumberjack, and he's okay
He sleeps all night and he works all day

Barber: 
I cut down trees 
I eat my lunch
I go to the lavatory.
On Wednesdays I go shoppin' 
And have buttered scones for tea

Mounties: 
He cuts down trees 
He eats his lunch
He goes to the lavatory
On Wednesdays he goes shopping 
And has buttered scones for tea

He's a lumberjack, and he's okay
He sleeps all night and he works all day

Barber: 
I cut down trees. I skip and jump 
I like to press wild flowers
I put on women's clothing 
And hang around in bars

Mounties: 
He cuts down trees 
He skips and jumps
He likes to press wild flowers
He puts on women's clothing 
And hangs around in bars?!

He's a lumberjack, and he's okay
He sleeps all night and he works all day

Barber: 
I cut down trees 
I wear high heels
Suspendies, and a bra
I wish I'd been a girlie
Just like my dear Papa

Mounties: 
He cuts down trees 
He wears high heels
Suspendies, and a bra?!

What's this? Wants to be a girlie?! Oh, My! 
And I thought you were so rugged! Poofter! ...

He's a lumberjack, and he's okay
He sleeps all night and he works all day

He's a lumberjack, and he's okaaaaay
He sleeps all night and he works all day

Mony Mony
Composer(s): Bobby Bloom; Ritchie Cordell;
Bobbie Gentry; Tommy James
Originally performed by: Tommy James
Covered by various other artists



Here she come now, say, Mony Mony
Shoot 'em down, turn around, come on Mony
Hey, she give me lovin,' I feel all right yeah
You've got me tossin,' turnin' in the middle of the night
and I feel all right

I say Yeah! (Yeah!)
You make me feel so good

Wake me shake me, Mony Mony
Shot gun git it done come on, Mony
Don't stop lookin' it feels so good, yeah
Don't stop now 
Come on, Mony 
Come on, Mony 
Yeah!

Lumbered
Composer(s): Leslie Bricusse - Anthony Newley
Performer(s): Anthony Newley
and multiple other artists



I've been trapped, lumbered!

I have been lumbered!
I've been L-u-m-b-e-r-e-d lumbered
But, I'm never gonna get lumbered again

I've been L-u-m-b-e-r-e-d lumbered
And I don't L-i-k-e it one small bit
I'm too young to be a father
There are lots of things I'd rather be
Like working down a coal P-i-t pit!

When I ought to be completely unencumbered
I've been forced to buy a ring and say Amen
I've been L-u-m-b-e-r-e-d lumbered
But, I'm never gonna get lumbered again

I've been L-u-m-b-e-r-e-d lumbered
I'm completely C-h-o-k-e-d choked!
Bang, all my lovely visions
I've been forced to make decisions
Wish I had a quid for ev'ry fag I've smoked

When I think of all the birds with whom I've slumbered
Now I'll only ever see them now and then
At the weekends and whenever the wife's not around!
I've been L-u-m-b-e-r-e-d lumbered
But, I'm never gonna get lumbered again

If I ever get my hands upon the idiot that wrote
"Into ev'ry life a little rain must fall"
I shall take his book of poems
And I'll stuff 'em up his ... throat
'Cause it seems to me as though I get it all!

I've been L-u-m-b-e-r-e-d lumbered
And the idea doesn't please me very much
I was not prepared for marriage
I would catch a boat from Harwich
But I don't speak any D-u-t-c-h Dutch

Though I know it's true a bachelor's days are numbered
I think I should have the choice of saying when
I've been L-U-M-B-E-R-E-D lumbered,
But, I'm never gonna get lumbered again.

I've been L-u-m-b-e-r-e-d lumbered
It's enough to drive a fellow M-a-d!
I am scarcely past my childhood
I still play the games a child would
I'm still playing mums and dads, as you can see

When I think of all the chicks with whom I've rumba'd
For the wedding march, I'm lumbered with a hen! (Quack, quack!)
I've been quite unduly, well and truly lumbered
But, I'm never gonna get
Never gonna get, never, never
Never gonna get, never gonna get, never never
Never gonna get lumbered again!

Montréal
Performer(s): Beau Dommage



(Refrain)
J'ai oublié le jour et l'nom d'la rue
J'ai oublié mes bagues sur ton piano
Mais jamais j'oublierai comme c'était beau, comme c'était chaud
J'va toujours me rappeler qu't'as pas essayé d'm'impressionner
T'étais pas le plus beau ni le plus doux
Mais on a rie ensemble des autre fous
Qui font l'amour comme on apprend des livres
Ou dans les vues
J'ai oublié le jour et le nom d'la rue
J'ai oublié le jour mais jamais j'oublierai
T'étais là quand j'ai eu besoin de toi
T'étais pas là pour me rassurer
T'étais pas là pour me consoler
Mais m'écouter
Comme j'en avais besoin

(Refrain)
T'étais pas là pour me consoler
T'étais pas là pour me rassurer
Mais m'écouter
Comme j'en avais besoin

(Refrain)
J'va toujours me rappeler qu't'as pas essayé d'm'impressioner
J'va toujours me rappeler qu't'as pas essayé d'm'impressioner

Lulu's Back In Town
Composer(s): Harry Warren - Al Dubin 
First performance/First recording by: Dick Powell & Ted Fio Rito and His Orch. - 1935
Covered by multiple other artists



Where's that careless chambermaid?
Where'd she put my razor blade?
She mislaid it, I'm afraid
It's gotta be foun'!
Ask her when she cleaned my room
What she did with my perfume
I just can't lose it
I've gotta use it
'Cause Lulu's back in town

Gotta get my old tuxedo pressed
Gotta sew a button on my vest
'Cause tonight I've gotta look my best
Lulu's back in town
Gotta get a half a buck somewhere
Gotta shine my shoes and slick my hair
Gotta get myself a boutonniere
Lulu's back in town
You can tell all my pets
All my Harlem coquettes
Mister Otis regrets
That he won't be aroun'
You can tell the mailman not to call
I ain't comin' home until the fall
And I might not get back home at all
Lulu's back in town

You can bet I've got it bad
Best complaint I've ever had
We'll be stepping out tonight
An' struttin', an' how
We're in for the swellest time
Finish up without a dime
Look here, you fellers
I'll make you jealous
My Lulu, she's a wow

Gotta get my old tuxedo pressed
Gotta sew a button on my vest
'Cause tonight I've gotta look my best
Lulu's back in town
Gotta get a half a buck somewhere
Gotta shine my shoes and slick my hair
Gotta get myself a boutonniere
Lulu's back in town
You can tell all my pets
All my blondes and brunettes
Mister Otis regrets
That he won't be aroun'
You can tell the mailman not to call
I ain't comin' home until the fall
And I might not get back home at all
Lulu's back in town

Montgomery In The Rain
Composer(s): Steve Young
Performer(s): Steve Young; Hank Williams



Well here I am again down in Montgomery Alabam
My luck ain't never been up but I'm used to it down
So all you people don't look at me and frown
I don't want to stay here and I'm just passing through your town
And I just came back here to see an old stained window pane
Before you tear it all down and bring out your crane
I did want to see Montgomery in the rain......

Around these streets and old houses alot of changes I been through
From the top of the town to washing cars, being down out and blue
And I once met a woman here with ways like I never had seen
We used to rambel between here and old New Orleans
So I've just come back here to remember a joy and a pain
To look back to a year through a tear in an old window pane
And I did want to see Montgomery in the rain.....

So you don't have to hide your baby you don't have to go get no gun
I know I look funny to you all honey but I'm just one
Who was once from here and now whose come back again
And I'm not asking for nothing but my song a cemetary wind
And if its all right with you before I get back on the train
I want to go out by Hank's tombstone and cry up a thunder storm chain
'cause I did want to see Montgomery in the rain.......

Lulu
Performer(s): Serge Gainsbourg



Enfant de l'amour
Portrait de Gainsbourg
Deux cent soixante-dix jours à ce jour
Lulu
J'ai lu
Dans tes grand yeux de velours
Tant d'amour

Entends sous ses doigts
Vibrer le Yamaha
C'est du Cole Porter
Et du papa

Tu es comme moi
Comme moi-
Tié chinois
Mais tu as l'âme slave de papa

Rends à ton papa
L'amour que tu lui dois
Tu peux le compter avec tes doigts

Monterey
Composer(s): Larry Beckett; Tim Buckley
Performer(s): Tim Buckley



Under a loop of stars in the vulgar cold
The dead airport lay
By the pebbles of the highway
Through the snail clouds
You soared to your lover
I hurried away my darling
With a howl in my throat

Hiding inside the weeds
In the orange grove
The black rooster crowed
Through the hollow of the midnight

With my shot blood
With stains on my fingers
I run with the damned, my darling
They have taught me to laugh

L'ultimo Valzer
((Adapted from: The Last Waltz (Engelbert Humperdinck) - 1967))
((Danish Version: Den Sidste Vals (Grethe Sønck) - 1967))
Composer(s): Barry Mason - Les Reed - Misselvia
Performer(s): Dalida - 1967



L'orchestra suona l'ultimo refrain 
Non so se devo andarmene o restar 
Io sto cercando di convincermi che poi 
Non è cambiato niente fra noi 

L'ultimo valzer con te 
ho ritrovato l'amore 
Io ballo insieme a te 
Un valzer ch'è già finito 

Non c'è più molto tempo per parlar 
E vedo te che stai per andar 
Ma come faccio per convincerti non so 
Che sei la cosa più importante che lo 

L'ultimo valzer con te 
ho ritrovato l'amore 
Io ballo insieme a te 
Un valzer ch'è già finito 

Mentre te ne vai 
Sento che oramai 
Tu mi lasci ma non è per sempre 

La, la, la ... 

L'ultimo valzer con te 
ho ritrovato l'amore 
Io ballo insieme a te 
Un valzer ch'è già finito 

La, la, la ...

Monterey
Composer(s): Vic Briggs; Eric Burdon;
Barry Jenkins; Danny McCulloch
Originally performed by: Eric Burdon & The Animals



The people came and listened
Some of them came and played
Others gave flowers away, yes they did
Down in Monterey
Down in Monterey

Young Gods smiled upon the crowd
Their music being born of love
Children danced night and day
Religion was being born
Down in Monterey

The birds and the airplane did fly
Oh, Ravi Shankars music made me cry
The Who exploded into fire and light
Hugh Masakela's music was black as night
The Grateful Dead blew everybodies mind
Jimi Hendrix baby,believe me, set the world on fire, yeah
His Majesty, Prince Jones, smiled as he moved among the crowd
Ten thousand electric guitars were grooving real loud, yeah

You want to find the truth in life
Don't pass music by
and you know I would not lie, no I would not lie
No, I would not lie
Down in Monterey

Three days of understanding of moving with one another
Even the cops grooved with us
Do you believe me, yeah?
Down in Monterey

I think that maybe I'm dreaming
Monterey
Down in monterey
Did you hear what I said?

The Last Waltz
Composer(s): Barry Mason - Les Reed
First release by: Engelbert Humperdinck - 1967
Covered by multiple other artists

Versions In Other Languages:
1967 - L'ultimo Valzer (Dalida)
1967 - Den Sidste Vals (Grethe Sønck)



I wondered should I go or should I stay
The band had only one more song to play
And then I saw you out the corner of my eyes
A little girl alone and so shy
I had the last waltz with you
Two lonely people together
I fell in love with you
The last waltz should last forever
But the love we had was goin' strong
Through the good and bad we'd get along
And then the flame of love died in your eye
My heart was broke in two when you said goodbye
I had the last waltz with you
Two lonely people together
I fell in love with you
The last waltz should last forever
It's all over now 
Nothing left to say
Just my tears and the orchestra playing
La la la la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la la la la
I had the last waltz with you
Two lonely people together
I fell in love with you
The last waltz should last forever
La la la la la la la la la la

Montélimar
Composer(s): Georges Brassens
Performer(s): Georges Brassens



Avec leurs gniards
Mignons mignards
Leur beau matou
Leur gros toutou
Les pharisiens
Les béotiens
Les aoûtiens
Dans leur auto
Roulent presto
Tombeau ouvert
Descendant vers
La grande mare
En passant par
Montélimar

Dites d'urgence
À ces engeances
De malheur
Et à leurs
Gniards
Que chiens, chats
N'aiment
Pas l'nougat
Même
Même celui
D'Montélimar

Hélas bientôt
Le mal d'auto
Va déranger
Les passagers
Le beau matou
Le gros toutou
Pas fiers du tout
- Ça fait frémir -
S'en vont vomir
Et même pis
Sur les tapis
Et les coussins
A beaux dessins
C'est très malsain

C'est très fâcheux
C'est plus du jeu
Et cetera
Et alors à
Montélimar
On en a marre
Du cauchemar
Boutant presto
Hors de l'auto
Le beau matou
Le gros toutou
Ces handicaps
Sur Digne, Gap
On met le cap

Alors tous ces
Petits poucets
Ces beaux matous
Ces gros toutous
En ribambelle
Ont sans appel
Droit au scalpel
Les aoûtiens
Les béotiens
Qui font ça n'ont
Pas d'âme, non
Que leur auto
Bute presto
Contre un poteau!

L'ultimo Romantico
Composer(s): Vito Pallavicini - Pino Donaggio
Performer(s): Pino Donaggio; Lara Saint Paul



L’ultimo
Sono io l’ultimo romantico
Sono io quello che ti può
Donare un fiore
E capire da questo
Dall’espressione del viso
Dal tremore di una mano
Se mi ami ...

L’ultimo
L’ultimo romantico di un mondo
Che si può commuovere
Guardando due colombi
Baciarsi su una piazza
Incuranti della gente
E li può calpestare
per la fretta d’arrivare

Perché ...
se una rosa è una rosa
Da quando c’è il mondo

Io devo cambiare ...
Perché..
se il mare e il cielo, il sole e il vento
Non cambiano mai ...
Perché ...

se l’amore è l’amore
Da quando c’è il mondo
Io devo cambiare ...

Perché ...
ci son già tante cose
Che stanno cambiando
L’amore non può ...

L’ultimo
L’ultimo romantico di un mondo
Che si può commuovere
Guardando due ragazzi
Baciarsi su una piazza
Incuranti della gente
Come facciamo adesso
Come facciamo noi due

Montego Bay
Composer(s): Jeff Barry; Bobby Bloom
Originally performed by: Bobby Bloom



Vernon'll meet me when the Boac lands
Keys to the MG will be in his hands
Adjust to the driving 'n' I'm on my way
It's all on the right side in Montego Bay
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Come sing me La
Come sing me Montego Bay
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

'N' Gillian'll meet me like a brother would
I think I remember but it's twice as good
Like how cool the rum is from his silver tray
I thirst to be thirsty in Montego Bay
Sing out; oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Come sing me La
Come sing me Montego Bay
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

I'll lay on a lilo till I'm lobster red
I still feel the motion here at home in bed
I tell you it's hard for me to stay away
You ain't been 'till you been high in Montego Bay
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Come sing me La
Come sing me Montego Bay
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

L'ultima Occasione
Composer(s): Jimmy Fontana - Tony Del Monaco
First release by: Mina - 1965
Covered by multiple other artists



Uno come te
io non lo troverò mai più
uno come te
ma non posso più
Chiederti tempo
per cambiar
perché
sarebbe inutile,
sarebbe solo per pietà
ed io non voglio più
pretendere
le cose che non merito da te
E perderò così
anche quest'ultima occasione che mi dai

e sarà tardi
quando cercherò di te
Ma non posso più
chiederti tempo
per cambiar
perché
sarebbe inutile
sarebbe solo per pietà
ed io non voglio più
pretendere
la cose che non merito da te
E perderò così
anche quest'ultima occasione che mi dai

e sarà tardi
quando cercherò di te
Di te ...

Montana
Composer(s): Frank Zappa
Performer(s): Frank Zappa & The Mothers



I might be movin' to Montana soon
Just to raise me up a crop of
Dental Floss

Raisin' it up
Waxen it down
In a little white box
That I can sell uptown

By myself I wouldn't
Have no boss,
But I'd be raisin' my lonely
Dental Floss

Raisin' my lonely
Dental Floss

Well I just might grow me some bees
But I'd leave the sweet stuff
To somebody else . . . but then, on the other hand I would

Keep the wax
'N melt it down
Pluck some Floss
'N swish it aroun'

I'd have me a crop
An' it'd be on top (that's why I'm movin' to Montana)

Movin' to Montana soon
Gonna be a Dental Floss tycoon (yes I am)
Movin' to Montana soon
Gonna be a mennil-toss flykune

I'm pluckin' the ol'
Dennil Floss
That's growin' on the prairie
Pluckin' the floss!
I plucked all day an' all nite an' all
Afternoon . . .

I'm ridin' a small tiny hoss
(His name is Mighty Little)
He's a good hoss
Even though
He's a bit dinky to strap a big saddle or
Blanket on anyway
He's a bit dinky to strap a big saddle or
Blanket on anyway
Any way

I'm pluckin' the ol'
Dennil Floss
Even if you think it is a little silly, folks
I don't care if you think it's silly, folks
I don't care if you think it's silly, folks

I'm gonna find me a horse
Just about this big,
An' ride him all along the border line

With a
Pair of heavy-duty
Zircon-encrusted tweezers in my hand
Every other wrangler would say
I was mighty grand

By myself I wouldn't
Have no boss,
But I'd be raisin' my lonely
Dental Floss

Raisin' my lonely
Dental Floss
Raisin' my lonely
Dental Floss

Well I might
Ride along the border
With my tweezers gleamin'
In the moon-lighty night

And then I'd
Get a cuppa cawfee
'N give my foot a push . . .
Just me 'n the pygmy pony
Over by the Dennil Floss Bush

'N then I might just
Jump back on
An' ride
Like a cowboy
Into the dawn to Montana

Movin' to Montana soon
(Yippy-Ty-O-Ty-Ay)
Movin' to Montana soon
(Yippy-Ty-O-Ty-Ay)
Movin' to Montana soon
(Yippy-Ty-O-Ty-Ay)
Movin' to Montana soon
(Yippy-Ty-O-Ty-Ay)....