Tentando A Diana
Composer(s): Miguel Mateos - Alejadro Mateos
Performer(s): Miguel Mateos



Ella dijo que no
volvió a casa sin llorar
él le pidió perdón
mandó rosas
en signo de paz

A ella no le alcanzó
y los dos se dejaron de ver
pasado un mes
escuchar su voz
en el contestador
el mismo mensaje
una y otra vez
solo el cielo sabe que pasó
y es que algo esta
y es que algo esta
Ah! Tentando a Diana
Ah! Tentando a Diana

Ella dijo que si
y propuso
hora y lugar
él se porto muy bien
y lo hicieron sin hablar
jóvenes cuerpos
en la fábula del amor

Volvió a casa
Subió corriendo a su habitación
mamá y papá no la vieron llegar
y ella guardó su secreto en el mar
una generación mas
Ah! Tentando a Diana
Ah! Tentando a Diana

Ah! Tentando a Diana
Ah! Tentando a Diana

Une Belle Histoire (aka Un beau roman)
Dutch & Italian Titles:
Zoals Een Mooi Verhaal; Un'estate Fa
Composer(s): Michel Fugain; Pierre Delanoë
Originally performed by: Michel Fugain
Covered by various other artists



C'est un beau roman, c'est une belle histoire
C'est une romance d'aujourd'hui
Il rentrait chez lui là-haut vers le brouillard
Elle descendait dans le midi, le midi
Ils se sont trouvés au bord du chemin
Sur l'autoroute des vacances
C'était sans doute un jour de chance
Ils avaient le ciel à portée de main
Un cadeau de la providence
Alors pourquoi penser au lendemain

Ils se sont cachés dans un grand champ de blé
Se laissant porter par les courants
Se sont racontés leurs vies qui commençaient
Ils n'étaient encore que des enfants, des enfants
Qui s'étaient trouvés au bord du chemin
Sur l'autoroute des vacances
C'était sans doute un jour de chance
Qui cueillir le ciel aux creux de leurs mains
Comme on cueille la providence
Refusant de penser au lendemain

C'est un beau roman, c'est une belle histoire
C'est une romance d'aujourd'hui
Il rentrait chez lui là-haut vers le brouillard
Elle descendait dans le midi, le midi
Ils se sont quittés au bord du matin
Sur l'autoroute des vacances
C'était fini le jour de chance
Ils reprirent alors chacun leur chemin
Saluèrent la providence en se faisant un signe de la main

Il rentra chez lui là-haut vers le brouillard
Elle est descendue là-bas dans le midi
C'est un beau roman, c'est une belle histoire
C'est une romance d'aujourd'hui

Great Mid-West
Composer(s): John Cougar
Performer(s): John Cougar



Everything is slower here, everybody's got a union card
They get up on Sunday and go to church of their choice
Come back home cook out in the backyard

And they call this the Great Midwest
Where the cornfields row and flow
They're all 5 years ahead of their time
Or 25 behind, I just don't know

All the young men talk about their 4 wheel drives
And how much money they're gonna make on Friday night
And, they like to brag about how they mistreat their girlfriends
Hey, let's get drunk, party it up, start a fight

And they call this the Great Midwest
Sure make a hell of a car
And the old hearts, they race their way through the night
The upheaval of who they really are

Growin' up under normal conditions, television and radio
That's just about all of this whole world
That any of us get to see, get to know

And they call this the Great Midwest
Where you sacrifice your body and soul
And no one really wants to get even
Most of us find it hard enough just lettin' go

Don't get me wrong I ain't complaining
I ain't braggin' nor do I mean to place blame
That's just the way things are around here
And there's a future carryin' my name on it
Sayin' hey man, you gonna stick around here you better get on it
If you're gonna stick around here you better make yourself some real good friends

Well I wasn't born with a silver spoon in my mouth
So I can't talk about the big city life
But if you wanna talk about bein' bored and runnin'
Away from yourself, hell I talk to you all night

And they call this the Great Midwest
Where livin' is just gettin' by
And people trade in their happiness
For a smokestack, a big money deal in the sky

Tennessee Wig Walk
Composer(s): Larry Coleman - Norman Gimbel
Performer(s): Bonnie Lou; Dan Zanes



I’m a bow-legged chicken, I’m a knock kneed hen
Never been so happy since I don’t know when
I walk with a wiggle and a giggle and a squawk
Doing the Tennessee wig walk
To a tune on the fiddle on a hardwood floor
Though I’m broke and weary and my back is sore
I walk with a wiggle and a giggle and a squawk
Doing the Tennessee wig walk
Put your toes together, your knees apart
Bend your back, get ready to start
Flap your elbows just for luck
Then you wiggle and you waddle like a baby duck
Come and dance with me honey, tap your toes and glide
And we’ll always be together side by side
I walk with a wiggle and a giggle and a squawk
Doing the Tennessee wig walk
I’m a bow-legged chicken, I’m a knock kneed hen
Never been so happy since I don’t know when
I walk with a wiggle and a giggle and a squawk
Doing the Tennessee wig walk
To a tune on the fiddle on a hardwood floor
Though I’m broke and weary and my back is sore
I walk with a wiggle and a giggle and a squawk
Doing the Tennessee wig walk
Put your toes together, your knees apart
Bend your back, get ready to start
Flap your elbows just for luck
Then you wiggle and you waddle like a baby duck
Come and dance with me honey, tap your toes and glide
And we’ll always be together side by side
I walk with a wiggle and a giggle and a squawk
Doing the Tennessee wig walk

Dat Afgezaagde Zinnetje ((aka Een Dom Compliment (Jo Vally & Vanessa Chinitor) - 2003;
Zoiets Onnozels (Willy Sommers, Lisa Del Bo & Luc Steeno) - 2003))
((Adapted from: Something Stupid (Carson and Gaile) - 1967))
Composer(s): C. Carson Parks - Jack Bulterman
Performer(s): Willy Alberti & Willeke Alberti - 1967

Versions In Other Languages:
1967 - Ces Mots Stupides (Sacha Distel & Joanna Shimkus)
1967 - Qualche Stupido "Ti Amo" (Sacha Distel & Joanna Shimkus)
1967 - En Lille Dumhed (Siw Malmkvist & Otto Brandenburg)
1971 - Algo Tonto (Enríque Guzmn & Silvia Pinal)



Ik zoek naar mooie zinnen, over liefde en beminnen
Als ik denk aan jou
Ik droom van blauwe zeeen, van de mooiste orchideen
En van eeuwige trouw
Ik maak voor jou gedichten, waar je zeker voor zal zwichten
Als ik ze zeggen zou
Maar dan verberg ik alles met dat afgezaagde zinnetje
"Ik hou van jou"

Op hetzelfde ogenblik, begrijp ik dadelijk vol schrik
Ik heb je droom verstoord
Op het spannendste moment, wanneer je heel dicht bij me bent
Geef ik geen enkel woord

Ik zou heel veel willen zeggen, om je duidelijk uit te leggen
Hoeveel ik droom over jou
Maar alle mooie woorden, die je duizend maal al hoorde
Klinken toch veel te flauw
Hoewel ik het steeds weer probeer, vergeet toch iedere keer
Wat ik je zeggen wou
En dan bederf ik alles met dat afgezaagde zinnetje
"Ik hou van jou"

Lalala

Hoewel ik het steeds weer probeer, vergeet toch iedere keer
Wat ik je zeggen wou
En dan bederf ik alles met dat afgezaagde zinnetje
"Ik hou van jou"

Ik hou van jou
Ik hou van jou
Ik hou van jou
Ik hou van jou

Great Men Repeat Themselves
Composer(s): Buddy Starcher;
John Hartford; Joe Holcomb; Sheb Wooley
Performer(s): Ben Colder



You've all heard it said that history repeats itself
Did you know that great men repeat themselves also
I repeat myself a lot, repeat myself a lot
repeat myself a lot

Do you think that it's a coincidence that the name Lyndon contains six letters
That the name Batman contains six letters also
At batman's side stands the boy wonder, Robin
At Lyndon's side stands the wonder boy Hubey
And the names Robin and Hubey each contain five letters

The names Gotham City and Washington each contain ten letters
The names Mr Robert S. McNamara and Commissioner Gordon
Both contain eighteen letters and that's a bunch of 'em
The names Riddler and Degaule each contain seven letters
That is if you spell Degaule with one L
On the other hand they contain eight letters
If you spell Degaulle with two L's and riddler with three D's

Now Batman's Batmobile is in reality an experimental model Lincoln Continental
And Lyndon's Lincoln Continental is in reality an experimental model Batmoblie
You didn't know that
Behind a cape crusader stands a young bird named Robin
Behind the tall Texan stands a lady crusader named Byrd

There are fifty-two weeks in a year, you knew that
Seven days in a week, add two for the number of beegle hounds in the
family and you get nine
The square root of nine is three
Divide this by a wife and two daughters and you get one
And there is only one Batman
On the other hand you take one and divide by five and you get a fifth
You get a fifth and I'll get a fifth and we'll get on with it

Besides that, the name Superman and Fred Flintstone
Both contain seven, eight, no that's not going to work out
But the name Huckleberry Hound contains sixteen letters all by itself
And that's pretty unusual for a dog don't you think

If you need more proof that great men do repeat themselves
In October 1965 batman said and I quote, "To the Batmoblile Robin"
And in July he said, and I quote again, "To the Batmoblie, Robin"
Of course that was on a re-run
And as farther proof that great men do indeed repeat themselves
Uh, repeat themselves, uh, repeat themselves

Tennessee Saturday Night
Composer(s): Billy Hughes
Performer(s): Red Foley
and multiple other artists



Now, listen while I tell you 'bout a place I know
Down in Tennessee where the tall corn grows
Hidden from the world in a bunch of pines
Where the moon's a little bashful and it seldom shines
Civilized people live there alright
But they all go native on a Saturday Night

Their music is a fiddle and a cracked guitar
They get their kicks from an old fruit jar
They do the boogie to an old square dance
The woods are full of couples lookin' for romance
Somebody takes his brogue and knocks out the light
Yes, they all go native on a Saturday night

When they really get together there's a lot of fun
They all know the other fellah packs a gun
Ev'rybody does his best to act just right
'Cause there's gonna be a funeral if you start a fight
They struggle and they shuffle till broad daylight
Yes, they all go native on a Saturday night

Well, now you've heard my story 'bout a place I know
Down in Tennessee where the tall corn grows
HIdden from the world in a bunch of pines
Where the moon's a little bashful and it seldom shines
Civilized people live there alright
But they all go native on a Saturday night

My Pledge Of Love
Composer(s): Joe Stafford
Performer(s): Joe Jeffrey Group;
Paul Ansell; Kingfish



I woke up this mornin', Baby
I had you on my mind
I woke up this mornin', Baby
You know that I felt so fine
You know I need you
You know that I love you
This is my pledge of love to
My pledge of love
My pledge of love
Darlin', Darlin', Darlin' to you
Yeah, to you, yeah

I woke up this mornin', Baby
I had you on my mind
I felt so much love this mornin'
Little girl, little girl, you feel so fine
You know I need you
You know that I love you
Darling, this is my pledge of love
My pledge of love
My pledge of love
Darlin', Darlin', Darlin' to you
Oh yeah, to you, yea-yeah

Sky's gettin dark above me
Baby, I need your lovin'
Got to have all of your lovin'
Baby, I want your lovin'
Baby (Baby), Baby (Baby)
Baby (Baby), Baby (Baby)
Baby (Baby), Baby (Baby)
Baby (Baby), Baby (Baby)

I woke up this mornin', Baby
Yes, and I called your name
I felt so much love this mornin'
Little girl, little girl, for shame
You know I need you
You know that I love you
And this is my pledge of love to
My pledge of love, hey
My pledge of love
Darlin', Darlin', Darlin' to you, yeah
Oh, got to have your lovin'
Baby, you know I want your lovin'
Ooooooh, need your ...

Great Joe Bob (A Regional Tragedy)
Composer(s): Terry Allen
Performer(s): Terry Allen; The Country Gazette



He was a panhandle prince…ahhh
Schoolboy football king
They told him "Hi" in the halls
'Cause he could run them balls
But it was rumored (down deep) he was mean
He dated high-tone girls
With frosty pom-pom curls
But he never gave out his ring
He was the best of the best
He met the grid-iron test
An there ain't nothin…as American
And clean
He was the pride of the backfield
Ahhh the hero of his day
Yeah he carried the ball for the red and blue
They won District Triple-A
An his name made all the papers
As the best they'd ever had
Yeah so nobody understood it
When the Great Joe Bob went bad
First he lost his scholarship
To Texas Tech
For drinking during training
And breaking the coach's neck…yeah
Then he got suspended (ahhh) for acting obscene
Around the Cum-Laudy, Cum-Laudy
Daughter of the Dean
So…
He took up with a waitress
Named Loose Ruby Cole
While she was a-hoppin' tables
Down at the Hi-D-Ho
And he met her on the sly
When her daddy weren't around
Yeah but he stopped making yardage
When he started messin 'round
(chorus)
Yeah it spread like a country wildfire
That something big had gone all strange
Joe Bob the Greatest Halfback
Was actin half-deranged…ahhh
He'd been seen out with this woman
Gettin drunk and havin fun
Yeah he growed his hair, then gived up prayer
And said, "Football days is done"
Then…
He and old Loose Ruby
Robbed a Pinkie's Liquor Store
And had a run-in with the law
When they's runnin out the door
And Joe Bob's fate was sealed
For the next century
Yeah he traded in the pigskin
For the penitentiary
(chorus)

Tennessee Rock 'N' Roll
Composer(s): Irving Reid - Larry Coleman
Performer(s): Bobby Helms



Oh, I went down to Tennessee
Yes, I went down to Tennessee
What did I see in Tennessee?
I saw a place where dancers meet
I swear I saw the dancingest feet
You never heard a wilder beat

They were doing the Tennessee Rock 'n' Roll
They were doing the Tennessee Rock 'n' Roll
Upon my soul, the Tennessee Rock 'n' Roll

The caller called: "Let's promenade!"
The fiddling man looked gone as he played
The old square dance had been remade

They were doing the Tennessee Rock 'n' Roll
They were doing the Tennessee Rock 'n' Roll
Upon my soul, the Tennessee Rock 'n' Roll

Then all at once, before I knew
I joined in with the Hullaballoo
I dug the beat and did it too

I was doing the Tennessee Rock 'n' Roll
I was doing the Tennessee Rock 'n' Roll
Upon my soul, the Tennessee Rock 'n' Roll

Come on let's all do the Tennessee Rock 'n' Roll
Come on let's all do the Tennessee Rock 'n' Roll
Upon my soul, the Tennessee Rock 'n' Roll

My Pet
Composer(s): Jack Yellen; Milton Ager
Performer(s): Frankie Trumbauer
and various other artists



My pet, how I love her
My pet, speaking of her
Say, I bet there's nobody like my pet!

Why pet with another?
My pet, she pets no other
So I pet with nobody but my pet!

She's so refined, sweet and kind
Perfect gem,
Has she got it, lots of it
Oh baby, she's got them!

My pet told me cutely
I'm set, absolutely
So I pet with nobody but my pet!

Great Horse
Composer(s): Marc Bolan
Performer(s): Tyrannosaurus Rex; Catherine Lambert



Great Horsey Champer Goldbraid
Pranced proudly
In the garden villas
With the Sun
Dipped diving with his horned onyx saddle
Shining in the black aped eyeballs
Of the gun

When the great apple falls
She'll be queen of your halls

Tall bowman from the burnt pastures
Saw Champer and he bowed ground kissing
To his lord

Strange beastie from the legend lair Sire
I can master with the aid of this
Skull powdered cord

Tennessee Flat Top Box
Composer(s): Johnny Cash
Performer(s): Johnny Cash
and multiple other artists



In a little cabaret in a South Texas border town
Sat a boy and his guitar, and the people came from all around
And all the girls from there to Austin
Were slippin' away from home and puttin' jewelery in hock
To take the trip, to go and listen
To the little dark-haired boy who played the Tennessee flat top box

And he would play

Well, he couldn't ride or wrangle, and he never cared to make a dime
But give him his guitar, and he'd be happy all the time
And all the girls from nine to ninety
Were snapping fingers, tapping toes, and begging him: "Don't stop"
And hypnotized and fascinated
By the little dark-haired boy who played the Tennessee flat top box

And he would play

Then one day he was gone, and no one ever saw him 'round
He'd vanished like the breeze, they forgot him in the little town
But all the girls still dreamed about him
And hung around the cabaret until the doors were locked
And then one day on the Hit Parade
Was a little dark-haired boy who played the Tennessee flat top box

And he would play

My Perfect Cousin
Composer(s): Mickey Bradley; Damian O'Neill
Performer(s): The Undertones



Now I've got a cousin called Kevin
He's sure to go to heaven
Always spotless clean and neat
The smoothest you can get them
He's got a fur lined sheepskin jacket
My ma said they cost a packet
She won't even let me explain
That me and Kevin were just not the same

Oh my perfect cousin
What I like to do he doesn't
He's his family's private joy
His mothers little golden boy

He's gotta degree in economics
Maths - physics and bionics
He thinks that I'm a cabbage
Cos I hate university challenge
Even at the age of ten
Smart boy Kevin was a smart boy then
He always beat me at Subbuteo
Cos he flicked the kick
And I didn't know

Oh my perfect cousin ..

His mother bought him a synthesizer
Got the Human League into advise her
Now he's making lots of noise
Playing along with the art school boys
Girls try to attract his attention
But what a shame it's in vain total rejection
He will never be left on the shelf
Cos Kevin he's in love with himself

Oh my perfect cousin ...

Great Big Kiss
Composer(s): Shadow Morton
Performer(s): The New York Dolls



Here comes my girl
Walkin down the street
Look how she walks
She gotta dancin beat 
Big wavy hair
A little too long
All day long
She's singin a song 

And when I see her in the street
My heart takes a leap and skips a beat
Gonna walk roght up to her
Give her a great big kiss 
Wham!

Tell her that I love her
Tell her that I care
Tell her I always be there 

Hey, what color are her eyes?
I dunno, she always wears shades
Hey, Is she tall?
Well, I gotta look up
Yeah, well they tell me she's bad
She's good bad, but she's not evil 

(Tell me more, tell me more) 

Bought myself a sweater
Thought it match her eyes
Dirty fingernails
Oh boy, what a prize 
Tight khaki pants
High button shoes
She's always lookin
Like she gots the blues(or born to lose) 

And when I see her in the street
My heart takes a leap and skips a beat
Gonna walk roght up to her
Give her a great big kiss 
Wham!

Tell her that I love her
Tell her that I care
Tell her I always be there 
Tell her I always be there 
Tell her I always be there 
Oh, what the hell 

Is she a good dancer?
Waddya mean, is she a good dancer?
Well, how does she dance?
Close, very very close 

(Tell me more, tell me more) 

Bought myself a sweater
Thought it match her eyes
Dirty fingernails
Oh boy, what a prize 
Tight khaki pants
High button shoes 
She's always lookin
Like she gots the blues(or born to lose) 

And when I see her in the street
My heart takes a leap and skips a beat
Gonna walk roght up to her
Give her a great big kiss 
Wham!

Tell her that I love her
Tell her that I care
Tell her I always be there 

Tell her I always be there 
Tell her I always be there 
(Shout....whoahs....yeas....ooohs.... I gotta always be there...) 

Always and forever

Tennessee Blues
Composer(s): Bobby Charles
First release by: Bobby Charles - 1972
Covered by multiple other artists



If I had my way
I'd leave here today and move in a hurry
I know I feel loose
I know I could lose these Tennessee Blues
Find me a spot on some mountain top
With lakes all around me
Vallies and streams birds in the trees
Lakes that surround me
A place I feel loose
A place I could lose these Tennessee Blues
A place to forget all my regrets
And keep just the good times
A place I could sleep with nothing but peace
And Feel free at all times
I know I feel loose
Someplace I could lose these Tennessee Blues

Find me a spot on some mountain top
With lakes all around me
With vallies and streams and birds in the trees
And lakes that surround me
A place I feel loose
A place I could lose these Tennessee Blues

My Pa
Composer(s): Michael Leonard; Herbert Martin
Performer(s): Barbra Streisand; Bill Wright



My Pa can light my room at night
By just his being near
And make a fear for dream all right
By grinning ear to ear
My Pa can do most anything
He sets his mind to do
He'd even move a mountain
If he really wanted to
My Pa can sweeten up a day
That clouds and rain make gray
And tell me funny stories
That will chase the clouds away
My Pa's the only one on Earth
I can tell my troubles to
His arms are house and home to me
His face's a pretty poem to me
My Pa's the finest friend I ever knew
I only wish that you
Could know him too...

Great Balls Of Fire
Composer(s): Otis Blackwell; Jack Hammer
Performer(s): Jerry Lee Lewis



You shake my nerves and you rattle my brain 
Too much love drives a man insane
You broke my will, but what a thrill 
Goodness, gracious, great balls of fire 
I laughed at love 'cause I thought it was funny
You came along and moved me honey 
I've changed my mind, your love is fine 
Goodness, gracious, great balls of fire 
Kiss me baby, woo feels good 
Hold me baby, well I want to love you like a lover should 
You're fine, so kind
I want to tell the world that you're mine, mine, mine, mine 
I chew my nails and I twiddle my thumbs
I'm real nervous, but it sure is fun 
Come on baby, drive me crazy 
Goodness, gracious, great balls of fire!!

Tennessee Bird Walk
Composer(s): Jack Blanchard
Performer(s): Jack Blanchard & Misty Morgan



Take away the trees and the birds'll have to sit upon the ground... ummmm...
And take away their wings and the birds'll have to walk to get around
And take away the bird baths and dirty birds will soon be everywhere
Take away their feathers and the birds'll walk around in underwear
Take away their (a little whistle) and the birds will have to whisper when they sing (verbal "chirp chirp")
And take away their common sense and they'll be headed southward in the spring
Oh remember me darling when spring is in the air
And the bald-headed birds are whispering everywhere
You can see them walkin' southward in their dirty underwear
That's the Tennessee Bird Walk

How bout some trees so the birds won't have to sit upon the ground... ummmm...
And how 'bout some wings so the birds won't have to walk to get around
And how 'bout a bird bath or two so the birds'll all be clean
And how 'bout some feathers so their underwear no longer will be seen
How 'bout a (little whistle) so the birds won't have to whisper when they sing
And how 'bout some common sense so they won't be blockin' traffic in the spring
Oh remember me my darling when spring is in the air
And the bald-headed birds are whispering everywhere
When you see them walkin' southward in their dirty underwear
That's the Tennessee Bird Walk (chirp chirp)

That's the Tennessee Bird Walk (chirp chirp)
That's the Tennessee Bird Walk (chirp chirp)
That's the Tennessee Bird Walk (chirp chirp)

My Own Way To Rock
Composer(s): Burton Cummings
Performer(s): Burton Cummings; Randy Bachman



Revvin' up my engine like a 747 baby
Shiney lankey long and lean
What a scene
I'm gonna take my silver dollar
Change it into quarters
Shove 'em in the record machine

Baby said she loved me
Then she went and left me
Causin' such an awful scene
What a scene
I'm gonna take my silver dollar
Change it into quarters
Shove 'em in the record machine

'Cause I got my own way to rock
I got my own way to roll
And when you're walkin' that walk
It's good for your soul

'Cause I got my own way to rock
I got my own way to roll
And when you're walkin' that walk
It's good for your soul

Bee bop a lula babe
Wake up little Susie
Yes it's me and I'm in love again
Come on lover, got a hole lotta shakin'
I like it like that yea