Tamalou
Composer(s): Françoise Hardy - Pierre Groscolas
Performer(s): Françoise Hardy



T'as mal où
mal au cœur
mal à la tête
mal partout
et tu pleures
et tu t'embêtes
tout à coup
coup de pompe
attention guele du loup
attention signal d'alarme
stop fini de faire joujou
t'as mal où
mal à... dis
à quoi tu penses
es-tu soul
mal de bruit
ou de silence
mal de sous
mal de dents
t'es sens dessus dessous
attention nervous breakdown
stop fini de faire le fou
dodo
enfant do
coucher là
masser le dos
dodo
enfant boire de l'eau
potion magique
bonbon soporifique
rester bien au chaud
dodo
enfant do
coucher là
gentil tout beau
dodo
ré mi la si do
rêver cadeaux
t'as mal où
mal de foi
en qui en quoi
flou tout flou
mal de mer
maman c'est moi
doux si doux
toujours là
lorsque tu es à haut
fatiguée du temps qui passe
et qui a raison de nous
t'as mal où
t'as mal où
t'as mal où
mal de toi
et de nous
attention nervous breakdown
stop fini de faire joujou
dodo
enfant do
coucher là
masser le dos
dodo
enfant boire de l'eau
potion magique
bonbon soporifique
rester bien au chaud
dodo
enfant do
coucher là
gentil tout beau
dodo
ré mi la si do
rêver cadeaux
dodo
enfant do
coucher là
masser le dos
dodo
enfant boire de l'eau
potion magique
bonbon soporifique
rester bien au chaud
dodo
enfant do
coucher là
gentil tout beau
dodo
ré mi la si do
rêver chateau
dodo
enfant do
coucher là
masser le dos
dodo
enfant boire de l'eau...

Mr. Moon
Composer(s): Hugh Nicholson
Performer(s): Blue



Last night Mr. Moon came calling
He laid his silver just as sun was falling
Sprinkled sparkling stardust in the sky
So I pulled up close to the riverside
Picked some sticks for firelight
And sat and watched the sparks flying high

Oh, and it made me feel good
Just to watch the burning wood
As I sat and looked at my reflection
Well I know I'm not so trouble free
But on that night, I had to be
The stars they commanded me to smile

Oh, and it made me feel good
Just to watch the burning wood
As I sat and looked on my reflection
Well I maybe right and I maybe wrong
But I got music for a little song
When I gazed upon the magic moonlight night

Glory Glory
Composer(s): Eddie Brigati; Felix Cavaliere
Performer(s): The Rascals



I saw a child
He was carrying a light
I asked where it came from
He blew it right out
His eyes looked into me
His voice was a song
He said tell me tell me do you
Know where it's gone

(Chorus)
Glory, Glory
My eyes have seen the mountain
My soul can sing the song
Glory, Glory
Singing Hallelujah
The truth is marching on

Every morn' the sun lights us all
The trees ask for nothing
They just let their fruit fall
Fire's the same no matter
What the source
The flame of life burns on
It's never, never lost

(Repeat chorus)

Tallahassee Lassie
Composer(s): Bob Crewe - Frank Slay - Frederick A. Picariello
First release by: Freddy Cannon - 1959
Covered by multiple other artists



Well she comes from Tallahassee
She's got a hi-fi chassis
Maybe looks a little sassy
But to me she's real classy
Yeah my Tallahassee lassie, down in F-L-A
Well she dances to the drag, the cha-cha, rag and mop
Stomping to the shag, rocks the bunny hop ooh ooh ooh ooh
She dances to the rock, she dances to the stroll
She dances to the walk, she can rock and roll
She's my Tallahassee lassie 
Yeah my Tallahassee lassie
She's my Tallahassee lassie, down in F-L-A

Well she comes from Tallahassee
She's got a hi-fi chassis
Maybe looks a little sassy
But to me she's real classy
Yeah my Tallahassee lassie, down in F-L-A
Well she dances to the drag, the cha-cha, rag and mop
Stomping to the shag, rocks the bunny hop ooh ooh ooh ooh
She dances to the rock, she dances to the stroll
She dances to the walk, she can rock and roll
She's my Tallahassee lassie 
Yeah my Tallahassee lassie
She's my Tallahassee lassie, down in F-L-A

Come on baby, come on sugar, come on honey ...

Mr. Monday
Composer(s): Dennis Lambert; Brian Potter



He gets up at eight o’clock
On cold clear winter days
He eats his food at half past eight
And clears the pots away 
He drives his car in the city streets
And he meets along the way
A lot of tall dark people
Who stand there all the day 
He’s Mister Monday
He works all day from nine to five
He’s Mister Monday
He lives alone in the city 
I see him in the evening
I pass him at the door
I say, “Hello, how are you?”
And I know he’s very poor 
He looks at the street through his window
He watches the people pass by
He loves little dogs and children
And he never tells a lie 
He’s Mister Monday ...

Glory Of Love
Composer(s): Peter Cetera;
David Foster; Diane Nini
Performer(s): Peter Cetera



Tonight it's very clear 
Cause we're both lying here 
There's so many things I wanna say 
I will always love you 
I will never leave you alone 
Sometimes I just forget, say things I might regret 
It breaks my heart to see you crying 
I don't want to lose you 
I could never make it alone 

I am a man who would fight for your honor 
I'll be the hero you're dreaming of 
We'll live forever knowing together 
That we did it all for the glory of love 

You keep me standing tall 
You help me through it all 
I'm always strong when you're beside me 
I have always needed you 
I could never make it alone 

I am a man who would fight for your honor 
I'll be the hero you've been dreaming of 
We'll live forever knowing together 
That we did it all for the glory of love 

It's like a knight in shining armor 
From a long time ago 
Just in time I will save the day 
Take you to my castle far away 

I am the man who will fight for your honor 
I'll be the hero that you're dreaming of 
We're gonna live forever knowing together 
That we did it all for the glory of love 

We live forever knowing together 
That we did it all for the glory of love 

We did it all for love 
We did it all for love 
We did it all for love 
We did it all for love...

Tall Paul
Composer(s): Bob Roberts - Richard Sherman - Robert Sherman
First release by: Judy Harriet - 1958
Covered by multiple other artists



Chalk on the sidewalk
Writin' on the wall
Everybody knows it
I love Paul

Tall Paul, tall Paul
Tall Paul, he's-a my all

Chalk on the sidewalk (chalk on the sidewalk)
'nitials on a tree ('nitials on a tree)
Ev'rybody knows it (ev'rybody knows it)
Paul loves me

(Tall Paul) With the king-size arms
(Tall Paul) With the king-size charms
(Tall Paul) With the king-size kiss
(He's my all) He's my all!!

(Tall Paul is my love, tall Paul is my dream)
(He's the captain of the high school football team)

He's my mountain
He's my tree
We go steady
Paul and me

Tall Paul (with the great big smile)
Tall Paul (with the great big eyes)
Tall Paul, (with the great big kiss)
He's my all

Tall Paul, tall Paul
Tall Paul, he's my all 

Mr. Make Believe
Composer(s): Gene Simmons
Originally performed by: Kiss
Covered by: Giuliano Palma & the Bluebeaters



This time I'll try to get it right 
Just give me one more chance tonight, oh yeah 
I'm tryin' hard to please you, would you believe me if I tell you 
Baby won't you try, just one more chance tonight 

Mr. Make Believe, Mr. Make Believe, let me live inside you, please 

Mr. Make Believe, Mr. Make Believe, let me live inside you, please

And when you tell me what you'd like, oh yeah (oh yeah) 
You'll know you'll never have to fight, whoa no 

I'm tryin' hard to please you, would you believe me if I tell you 
Baby won't you try, just one more chance tonight, one more chance tonight 

Mr. Make Believe, Mr. Make Believe, let me live inside you, please

I'm tryin' hard to please you, would you believe me if I tell you 
Baby won't you try, just one more chance tonight, one more chance tonight 

Mr. Make Believe, Mr. Make Believe, let me live inside you, please

Glory Days
Composer(s): Bruce Springsteen
Performer(s): Bruce Springsteen;
Shane Torrel; Matt Tyler



I had a friend who was a big baseball player
back in high school
he could throw that speedball by you
make you look like a fool boy
saw him the other night at this roadside bar
I was walking in, he was walking out
we went back inside, sat down, had a few drinks
but all he kept talking about

glory days well they'll pass you by
glory days in the wink of a young girls eye
glory days, glory days

well there's a girl that lives up the block
back in school she could turn all the boys heads
sometimes on a Friday I'll stop by
and have a few drinks after she put her kids to bed
her and her husband Bobby, well they split up
I guess its two years gone by now 
we just sit around talking about the old times
she says when she feels like crying
she starts laughing, thinking about

chorus

my old man worked 20 years on the line
and they let him go
now everywhere he goes out looking for work
they just tell him that he's too old
I was 9 years old and he was working at the
Metuchen Ford plant assembly line
now he just sits on a stool down at the Legion hall
but I can tell what's on his mind

glory days yeah going back
glory days awe he ain't never had
glory days glory days

now I think I'm going down to the well tonight
and I'm going to drink tI'll I get my fI'll
and I hope when I get old
I don't sit around thinking about it
but I probably wI'll
yeah, just sitting back trying to recapture
a little of the glory of
well time slips away and leaves you with nothing mister
but boring stories of glory days

chorus {repeat twice}

well alright ooh yeah
well alright come on now
well alright ooh yeah
well alright come on now
whoo hoo whoo hoo
whoo hoo whoo hoo
all right boys
keep them rocking now
keep on going
we're coming home now

Tall Order Baby
Performer(s): Mark Knopfler



Well gimme a little loving in the morning
I want a little loving (...)
But you want to get your loving in the evening
When I want to get some loving in the day

I tell her that I'm working in the morning
I tell her that I gotta get my rest
She tells me she's a-working on her loving
And she tells me that my loving is the best

Well it's a tall order baby
And it's a tall order now
Well it's a tall order baby
But we gotta get our loving somehow 

Well I don't want to go to sleep on you baby
I don't want to go to sleep on you now
But if I'm going to go to sleep on you baby
Well I'm gonna do it any how 

Well don't you turn your back on me darling
Don't you know I'd like to stay up and play
But if I turn my back on you darling
You're going to do it some other way 

Well it's a tall order baby
And it's a tall order now
Well it's a tall order baby
But we gotta get our loving somehow 

It's a tall order baby
Well it's a tall order now
Well it's a tall order baby
But we gotta get our loving somehow 

Well I don't want to go to sleep on you baby
I don't want to go to sleep on you now
But if I'm going to go to sleep on you baby
Well I'm gonna do it any how 

Well don't you turn your back on me darling
Don't you know I'd like to stay up and play
But if I turn my back on you darling
You're going to do it some other way 

Well it's a tall order baby
And it's a tall order now
Well it's a tall order baby
But we gotta get our loving somehow 

Well it's a tall order baby
And it's a tall order now
Well it's a tall order baby
But we gotta get our loving somehow 

Mr. Lucky
Composer(s): Jay Livingston; Ray Evans; Henry Mancini
Performer(s): Henry Mancini



They call us lucky, you and I
Lucky girl, lucky guy
When you take my hand or touch my cheek
I know I'm on a lifetime lucky streak

A lucky rainbow lights the sky
When we kiss, when we sigh

They say I'm lucky, mister lucky guy7
And you're the reason why

They say you're lucky, mister lucky guy
But darling, so am I

Glory Bound
Composer(s): Steve Barri;
Harvey Price; Dennis Provisor; Dan Walsh
Performer(s): The Grass Roots



All the sun on the outside
Doesn't touch what I feel within
When I've got you beside me
I'm reachin' out for the rainbow's end
You get to me and give me a feelin' that's comin' on
Gettin' stronger & stronger

Chorus:
Glory bound to that everlastin' feelin'
Glory bound, oh I'm never never comin' down

It's 5:00 in the mornin'
I'm lookin' out on a sky of gray
I don't care, let the rains come
If I'm with you it's a sunny day
You make me feel so close to heaven
Whenever I'm beside you

(chorus)

I need the comfort I see in your smile
I need the touch of your hand
Come on & bring out the best in me, girl
Don't you know that you can

(repeat chorus & fade)

Talking World War III Blues
Composer(s): Bob Dylan
Performer(s): Bob Dylan



Some time ago a crazy dream came to me
I dreamt I was walkin' into World War Three
I went to the doctor the very next day
To see what kinda words he could say
He said it was a bad dream
I wouldn't worry 'bout it none, though
They were my own dreams and they're only in my head

I said "Hold it, Doc, a World War passed through my brain"
He said "Nurse, get your pad, this boy's insane"
He grabbed my arm, I said "Ouch!"
As I landed on the psychiatric couch
He said "Tell me about it"

Well, the whole thing started at 3 o'clock fast
It was all over by quarter past
I was down in the sewer with some little lover
When I peeked out from a manhole cover
Wondering who turned the lights on

Well, I got up and walked around
And up and down the lonesome town
I stood a-wondering which way to go
I lit a cigarette on a parking meter
And walked on down the road
It was a normal day

Well, I rung the fallout shelter bell
And I leaned my head and I gave a yell
"Give me a string bean, I'm a hungry man"
A shotgun fired and away I ran
I don't blame them too much though
I know I look funny

Down at the corner by a hot-dog stand
I seen a man, I said, "Howdy friend
I guess there's just us two"
He screamed a bit and away he flew
Thought I was a Communist

Well, I spied a girl and before she could leave
"Let's go and play Adam and Eve"
I took her by the hand and my heart it was thumpin'
When she said, "Hey man, you crazy or sumpin'
You see what happened last time they started"

Well, I seen a Cadillac window uptown
And there was nobody aroun'
I got into the driver's seat
And I drove 42nd Street
In my Cadillac
Good car to drive after a war

Well, I remember seein' some ad
So I turned on my Conelrad
But I didn't pay my Con Ed bill
So the radio didn't work so well
Turned on my player
It was Rock-A-Day, Johnny singin'
"Tell Your Ma, Tell Your Pa
Our Loves Are Gonna Grow Ooh-wah, Ooh-wah"

I was feelin' kinda lonesome and blue
I needed somebody to talk to
So I called up the operator of time
Just to hear a voice of some kind
"When you hear the beep
It will be three o'clock"
She said that for over an hour
And I hung it up

Well, the doctor interrupted me just about then
Sayin, "Hey I've been havin' the same old dreams
But mine was a little different you see
I dreamt that the only person left after the war was me
I didn't see you around"

Well, now time passed and now it seems
Everybody's having them dreams
Everybody sees themselves walkin' around with no one else
Half of the people can be part right all of the time
Some of the people can be all right part of the time
But all the people can't be all right all the time
I think Abraham Lincoln said that
"I'll let you be in my dreams if I can be in yours"
I said that

Mr. Lonely
Composer(s): Gene Allan; Bobby Vinton
Originally performed by: Bobby Vinton



Lonely, I'm Mr. Lonely
I have nobody for my own
I am so lonely, I'm Mr. Lonely
Wish I had someone to call on the phone

Now I'm a soldier, a lonely soldier
Away from home through no wish of my own
That's why I'm lonely, I'm Mr. Lonely
I wish that I could go back home

Letters, never a letter
I get no letters I the mail
I've been forgotten, yes, forgotten
Oh how I wonder, how is it I failed

Now I'm a soldier, a lonely soldier
Away from home through no wish of my own
That's why I'm lonely, I'm Mr. Lonely
I wish that I could go back home

Gloria
Composer(s): Van Morrison
Performer(s): Them;
and various other artists



Like to tell ya about my baby
You know she comes around
She about five feet four
A-from her head to the ground

You know she comes around here
At just about midnight
She make ya feel so good, Lord
She make ya feel all right

And her name is G-l-o-r-i-a
G-l-o-r-i-a (Gloria)
G-l-o-r-i-a (Gloria)
I'm gonna shout it all night (Gloria)
I'm gonna shout it everyday (Gloria)
Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah

She comes around here
Just about midnight
Ha, she make me feel so good, Lord
I wanna say she make me feel alright

Comes a-walkin' down my street
When she comes to my house
She knocks upon my door
And then she comes in my room
Yeah, an' she make me feel alright

G-l-o-r-i-a (Gloria)
G-l-o-r-i-a (Gloria)
I'm gonna shout it all night (Gloria)
I'm gonna shout it everyday (Gloria)
Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah
Looks so good (Gloria) alright
Just so good (Gloria) alright, yeah

Talking In Your Sleep
Composer(s): Bobby Wood - Roger Cook
First release by: Crystal Gayle - 1978
Covered by multiple other artists



Three o'clock in the morning
And it looks like it's gonna be another sleepless night
I've been listenin' to your dreams and gettin' very low
Wondering what I can do

Maybe I'm being foolish
'Cause I haven't heard you mention anybody's name at all
How I wish I could be sure it's me that turns you on
Each time you close your eyes
I've heard it said that dreamers never lie

You've been talkin' in your sleep
Sleepin' in your dreams
Wish some sweet lover
Holdin' on so tight loving her the way 
You used to love me
Talkin' in your sleep with lovin' on your mind

Mr. Lee
Performer(s): Diana Ross



One, two, three, look at Mr. Lee
Three, four, five, look at him jive
Mr. Lee, Mr. Lee
Oh, Mr. Lee
Mr. Lee, Mr. Lee
Oh, Mr. Lee
Mr. Lee

I met my sweetie
His name is Mr. Lee
I met my sweetie
His name is Mr. Lee
He's the hansomest sweetie
That you ever did see

My heart is achin' for you Mr. Lee
My heart is achin' for you Mr. Lee
'Cause I love you so
And I'll never let you go

Mr. Lee, Mr. Lee
Oh, Mr. Lee
Mr. Lee, Mr. Lee
Oh, Mr. Lee
Mr. Lee, Mr. Lee
Oh, Mr. Lee
Mr. Lee

Here comes Mr. Lee
He's coming for me
Here comes Mr. Lee
He's coming for me
He's my lover boy
Let's jump for joy

Come on Mr. Lee and do your stuff
Come on Mr. Lee and do your stuff
'Cause you're gonna be mine
Till the end of time

One, two, three, look at Mr. Lee
Three, four, five, look at him jive
One, two, three, look at Mr. Lee
Three, four, five, look at him jive

Mr. Lee, Mr. Lee
Oh, Mr. Lee
Mr. Lee, Mr. Lee
Oh, Mr. Lee
Mr. Lee, Mr. Lee
Oh, Mr. Lee
Mr. Lee

One, two, three, look at Mr. Lee
Three, four, five, look at him jive

Mr. Lee, Mr. Lee
Oh, Mr. Lee
Mr. Lee, Mr. Lee
Oh, Mr. Lee
Mr. Lee, Mr. Lee
Oh, Mr. Lee
Mr. Lee

Gloria
Composer(s): Umberto Tozzi
Performer(s): Umberto Tozzi



Gloria
manchi tu nell'aria
manchi ad una mano
che lavora piano
manchi a questa bocca
che cibo piu non tocca
e sempre questa storia
che lei la chiamo Gloria
Gloria sui tuoi fianchi
la mattina nasce il sole
entra odio ed esce amore
dal nome Gloria
Gloria manchi tu nell'aria
manchi come il sale
mi manchi piu del sole
sciogli questa neve
che soffoca il mio petto
t'aspetto Gloria
Gloria chiesa di campagna
acqua nel deserto
lascio aperto il cuore
scappa senza far rumore
dal lavore dal tuo letto
dai gradini di un altare
ti aspetto Gloria
Gloria per chi attende il giorno
e invece di dormire
con la memoria torna
a un tuffo nei papaveri
in una terra libera
per chi respira nebbia
per chi respira rabbia
per me che senza Gloria
con te nuda sul divano
faccio stelle di cartone
pensando a Gloria

Talking Guitar Blues 
Composer(s): Ernest Tubb
Performer(s): Lonnie Donegan



‘Ere, if you wanna get in trouble
Let me tell you how to do it
Get yourself a guitar and then you’re right into it
You play all day and you play all night
People say you’ll never learn to play the thing right
Always messing about, groaning at you
Moaning, won’t let you practise

So I bought meself a guitar about a year ago
The man said I could learn it in a week or so
Gave me a little book, pick or two
Said ‘here y’are mate, it’s up to you’
Dirty rotter, cost me ten nicker, all the loot I had
Good guitar, though – call it a pluckit

Anyway, spent me dough
And I couldn’t let it all go to waste, you know
So I took the book, guitar, and all
And I went back home where the trees are tall
Down in Woodford - good place to be if you’ve got a guitar
Pretty rotten if you ain’t

Well, for weeks and weeks I worked hard
And I tried to learn a few main chords
Book says they’re easy as ABC
Cor, my fingers is killing me
Got sore on the ends
Couldn’t hold the strings down
Wanted to pack up, cor, I felt rough

Anyway, kept on playing with all me might
I could see mum’s hair was turning white
And her face was lined with discontent
She said her patience was pretty near spent
She was nervous, ears ringing, wanted to scream
You know, couldn’t get no relief

So sister, anyway, she took it worst of all
‘Cause she got married the following fall
She said ‘for love’ but I got me doubts
I think the guitar chased her out
She’s a game girl, though
Just couldn’t take it, you know
Limit to everything

Dad, he took it a different way
He said, you can turn your mum’s hair grey
Drive your sister away from home
But you or me boy’s gonna start to roam
And I ain’t going - never intend to
You figure it out – so I did, fast, you know

Anyway, next day had me clothes all packed
And I slung me guitar across me back
Caught meself a great long train
Searched the world for me share of fame
Ain’t found none - just hardships, messing about

Mr. Jukebox
Composer(s): Ralph Davis; Eddie Davis
Performer(s): Ernest Tubb



The jukebox just told my life’s story
Told it in the words of a song
So I will have another drink to the jukebox
And one to the man that wrote the song

So here Mr. Jukebox 
Please take my last dime
Tell me the story of my life one more time
Bring back the memories of a past that was wrong
Here’s another drink to you
And the man that wrote the song

The jukebox just told my life’s story
Told it in the words of a song
So I will have another drink to the jukebox
And one to the man that wrote the song

So here Mr. Jukebox 
Please take my last dime
Tell me the story of my life one more time
Bring back the memories of a past that was wrong
Here’s my last drink to you
So Mr. Jukebox so long