The Coffee Song (They've Got an Awful Lot of Coffee in Brazil)
Composer(s): Bob Hilliard - Dick Miles
Performer(s): Frank Sinatra
and multiple other artists



(They've Got An Awful Lot Of Coffee Down In Brazil)

Way down among the Brazillians
Coffee beans grow by the billions
So they've got to find those extra cups to fill
They've got an awful lot of coffee in Brazil
You can't get cherry soda
"Cause they've got to sell their quota
And the way things are I guess they never will
They've got a zillion tons of coffee in Brazil
No tea or tomato juice
You'll see no potato juice
"Cause the planters down in Santos all say No! No! No!
A politician's daughter
Was accused of drinking water
And was fineda great big fifty dollar bill
They've got an awful lot of coffee in Brazil

Captured By The Moment
Composer(s): Bill Cuomo - Randy Goodrum - Steve Perry
Performer(s): Steve Perry



Where did he go
The man who said, I have a dream
Where have they gone
The four who sang, to let it be

Jackie's alone
She lost him one November day
L.A. motel
One sad mistake took Sam away

Oh remember then, remember when
Captured by the moment
In the magic of a yesterday
Captured by the moment
And I hope it never fades away

Sweet Janis cried
Lord won't you buy a Benz for me
Jimmy was right
Castles made of sand slip to the sea

Oh remember then, remember when
Captured by the moment
In the magic of a yesterday
Captured by the moment
And I hope it never fades away
Captured by the moment
Oh in the magic of a yesterday

Otis replied
A little tenderness we got to try
One open door
He tried to set the night on fire

Captured by the moment
In the magic of a yesterday
Captured by the moment
And I hope it never fades away
Captured by the moment
Oh in the magic of a yesterday

E Se Domani
((French Version: Les Nuits Sans Toi (Dalida) - 1965))
Composer(s): Carlo Alberto Rossi - Giorgio Calabrese
First release by: Fausto Cigliano - 1964
Covered by multiple other artists



E se domani io non potessi rivedere te?
Mettiamo il caso che ti sentissi stanco di me
Quello che basta all'altra gente
Non mi darà nemmeno l'ombra della perduta felicità

E se domani, e sottolineo se
All'improvviso perdessi te
Avrei perduto il mondo intero, non solo te ....

The Coffee Song
Composer(s): Tony Colton - Ray Smith
Performer(s): Cream



There's a full time reservation
Made in a bar at the railway station
And there's a story, a kind of fable
On a card at the corner table

On it is a message, been there some time
It starts off: "The coffee tasted so fine"

It says: "One day, this may find you
These few words may just remind you
We sat here together just to pass time
You said how the coffee tasted so fine"

It goes on to say: "I love you
If you should find this I must hear from you"
It gives a number but the name has faded away
All that is left are just the words: "Maybe someday"

That's the story and the fable
Never leave alone from a corner table

Captured Angel
Composer(s): Dan Fogelberg
Performer(s): Dan Fogelberg



Found your heart 
And lost your lover 
Lick your wounds 
And run for cover

Take your time 
There'll be another 
And don't make the same mistake twice 
Unless you can pay the price

All the years 
You spent in growing 
End up one more 
Line you're towing 
Don't look know 
Your age is showing 
And its much too late 
To turn back 
You better pull in the slack

Captured Angel 
Aching to make your break 
Your freedom's at stake 
You better fly now... 
Fly now, fly now 
While your wings are still young 
Your cage door's been flung 
Wide open... 
And I'm hoping you see 
That there's a place beside me 
If you ever need it

Sold your dreams 
For sweet salvation 
Left with righteous indignation 
Now it seems that you face starvation 
And nourishment doesn't come cheap 
You better go back to sleep 

Captured Angel 
Aching to make your break 
Your freedom's at stake 
You better fly now... 
Fly now, fly now 
While your wings are still young 
Your cage door's been flung 
Wide open... 
And I'm hoping you see 
That there's a place beside me 
If you ever need it

E Se
Composer(s): Chico Buarque - Francis Hime
Performer(s): Fleurine
and multiple other artists


E se o oceano incendiar
E se cair neve no sertão
E se o urubu cocorocar
E se o botafogo for campeão
E se o meu dinheiro não faltar
E se o delegado for gentil
E se tiver bife no jantar
E se o carnaval cair em abril
E se o telefone funcionar
E se o pantanal virar pirão
E se o Pão-de-açucar desmanchar
E se tiver sopa pro peão
E se o oceano incendiar
E se o Arapiraca for campeão
E se à meia-noite o sol raiar
E se o meu país for um jardim
E se eu convidá-la pra dançar
E se ela ficar assim assim
E se eu lhe entregar meu coração
E meu coração for um quindim
E se o meu amor gostar então
De mim

The Cocotte
Composer(s): Cole Porter
Performer(s): Cole Porter; Alexis Smith



While the lucky ones stick together
With nothing to curse, but weather
Permit me to tell you of my sad fate
For due to my great discretion
In practising my profession
I suddenly wake up to find, I date

When ladies still had propriety
Women like me were covered with glory
But now since these damned society women
Invaded my territory

A busted, disgusted, cocotte am I
Just a flop from the top to the bottom I
While those fat "femmes du monde"
With the men, who once I owned
Flash around like hell-bound, hippopotomi

???? ???? ???? with their names on their cheques-appeal
To modern men, instead of sex, I now have ex-appeal
What will Ma say to me
When she sees I've turned out to be
Unannoyed, unemployed, cocotte

A cheated, defeated, cocotte am I
On the page, of this age, just a blot am I
Since the girls known as chic
Have invented new technique
I'm afraid, in my trade, not so hot am I

As ladies mock, make love all so delectable
The boys about, won't take me out
I'm too respectable
And on my tombstone, I trust
Will be written "excuse the dust"
Of a past, but a class cocotte 

Captain's Table
Composer(s): Boudewijn de Groot - Ruud Engelander
Performer(s): Boudewijn de Groot



Ik klem m'n handen om de reling
De kust verdwijnt, de boot drijft stil
Ik voel een vredig soort verveling
Ik ga, maar ik weet of ik wil

In de verte zie ik vaag het land nog
Een beetje zand, een beetje steen
Ik zwaai nog een keer met m'n hand, toch weet ik
Er is geen mens, ik ben alleen

Vaarwel, vaarwel
Misschien tot ziens
Het kan wel even duren voor ik weer terug ben

They asked me at the captain's table
I won't refuse, that's impolite
I feel a little bit unstable
What course will captain choose tonight

Vaarwel, vaarwel
Misschien tot ziens
Het kan wel even duren voor ik weer terug ben

They asked me at the captain's table
I won't refuse, that's impolite
I feel a little bit unstable
What course will captain choose tonight

É Preciso Saber Viver
Composer(s): Roberto Carlos - Erasmo Carlos
Performer(s): Roberto Carlos
and multiple other artists
 

Quem espera que a vida
Seja feita de ilusão
Pode até ficar maluco
Ou morrer na solidão
É preciso ter cuidado
Pra mais tarde não sofrer

É preciso saber viver

Toda pedra do caminho
Você deve retirar
Numa flor que tem espinhos
Você pode se arranhar
Se o bem e o mal existem
Você pode escolher
 
É preciso saber viver

The Cockfight
Composer(s): F. Blalock - M. Kelton
Performer(s): Ian Campbell Folk Group



Fowler's the name, Stew Fowler!
I'm a rooster
Fightin's my racket
Cock fightin'

I came all the way from Texas across the burnin' sand
To wet my feathers in the Rio Grande
I've hobbled for miles through Mexico
I've come to kill a big rooster called Rojo
(Doin' it all for chicken feed)

For a country red, Rojo's wild
His fame is spread for many a mile
The hens all cackle when Rojo's around
But Stew Fowler's here to put Big Red down
(I'll give them chickens somethin' to cackle about!)

It's mid afternoon as I stand in the street
Of this Spanish town called Los Leghorn's Retreat
At the end of the row a cantina stands
(Ain't nothin' but a chicken coop)
It's plainly the haunt of an outlaw band

The sign in the front reads
La Grande de Nesto
And it's there I know
I'll find my foe, the fabled Rojo

I can hear fowl language
Comin' out of that honky tonk
I strut down the street, the cock of the walk
I crow for Big Red to come out and talk

Through the swingin' doors
Of the Grande de Nesto
His head erect
And his tail feathers low, steps Rojo!
(I can tell he's a really bad egg)

His spurs are long and his eyes are green
An uglier cock I've never seen
He learned to be tough while he's in the pen
But I know his weakness.....hens and gin

Then out of that honky tonk and up to Rojo's side
Steps the prettiest little dance hall cackler in the West
Bluesie Nuster, the southern fried feather duster
(Gosh she's pretty 
I'd like to run my hands through that red comb of hers)

Rojo comes at me in a long lanky run
Some people gather round to watch the fun
(You know, people are the strangest chickens)
Bird to bird and beak to beak
I face Rojo, and my heart gets weak
I crow and strut and I jump about
And then I take off and I run
'Cause I done chickened out!

Captain Nemo
Composer(s): M. Holmberg - Frank Peterson
Performer(s): Sarah Brightman



Under the surface so crystal clear
Everyone was really tense
Waiting down there
He had his own world just like I had mine
We’ll go seperate ways ’til the next time
There are no words to say as
My friend swims away

Captain Nemo said, okay
(five, four, three, two, one)
Then I raised my hand and waved
Captain Nemo went away
(love me when I’m gone)
Left ’em all alone, Nemo’s going home

And as I watched him, police boats approached
An alien force haunting us like ghosts
Wish I could stay here and play for a while
But I must be on my way...
The warmest of smiles
Then he dived into the waves among the other whales

Captain Nemo said, okay
(five, four, three, two, one)
Then I raised my hand and waved
Captain Nemo went away
(love me when I’m gone)
Left ’em all alone, Nemo’s going home...

E Poi
Composer(s): A. Lo Vecchio - S. Shapiro
Performer(s): Mina



Ricominciare e poi
Che senso ha?...
Fare l'amore e poi?...
Io con te mi sento in colpa
Solo un po'
Ma per me è già abbastanza...
Non riesco più a guardarti
E perché no?...
Non è stato in questa stanza
Mi lasciavi sempre sola...
Dio lo sa
Quante volte ho detto no...
Tornare insieme e poi?
Che senso ha?...
Ricominciare e poi, che senso
Ha?... Fare l'amore e poi
Che senso ha?...
(No, no, no)
Le tue promesse
(No, no, no)
Sempre le stesse
(No, no, no...)
E poi non posso adesso
Adesso, adesso non potrei...
Ho sentito il cuore in gola
Ma però
Ero forse troppo avanti
Quando sei
Tornato in mente
Io e lui
Eravamo già amanti...
Dare un taglio a tutto il resto
Tu non sai
Mi è costato più che mai...
Ricominciare e poi
Che senso ha?...
Tornare insieme e poi
Che senso ha?
Fare l'amore e poi
Che senso ha?...
No, no, no...

The Coal Boat Song
Performer(s): Stompin' Tom Connors



I left Cape Briton on the coal boat
For St. John's Newfoundland
I met a little girl named Sally
And I took her by her little white hand
She shook her little head and said "No way, Fred
I won't go along with your plan
You been workin' on the coal boat, boy
And you're nothin' but a dirty old man
You been workin' on the coal boat, boy
And you're nothin' but a dirty old man"

Well I had to think of something real fast ya know

Yeah, well I'm gonna quit the dirty coal boats
I wanna live in Newfoundland
I'll buy a suit and get married
Put a ring upon your little white hand
She nodded her head and said "Ok, Fred" 
Sal went along with the plan
But I'm still workin' on the coal boat, boy 
And I'm nothin' but a dirty old man
But I'm still workin' on the coal boat, boy
And I'm nothin' but a dirty old man

It was sometime later on the coal boat
I got a little letter from home
Sally said Freddy was a good boy
But the little beggar wanted to roam
She said "It's too bad he's got you for a dad 
And I hope that you feel real grand
He's gone working on the coal boats boy 
To be just like his dirty old man
He's gone working on the Coal Boats boy 
To be just like his dirty old man"

I left Cape Briton on the coal boat
For St. John's Newfoundland
I met a little girl named Sally
And I took her by her little white hand
She shook her little head and said "No way, Fred
I won't go along with your plan
You ain't gonna quit the coal boat, boy 
'Cause I loves ya, ya dirty old man
You ain't gonna quit the coal boat boy 
'Cause I loves ya, ya dirty old man"

So come all young fellars on the coal boat
I hope you're gonna understand
If you got a pretty little girlfriend 
And ya takes her by the little white hand
If she turns her back and says "No way, Jack
I won't go along with yer plan"
Just keep workin' on the coal boats, boy 
If ya wants to be a dirty old man
Just keep workin' on the coal boat, boy 
And you'll be nothin' but a dirty old man

Captain Jinks Of The Horse Marines
Composer(s): William Lingard
Performer(s): Jon English



I'm Captain Jinks of the Horse Marines
I feed my horse on corn and beans
And sport young ladies in their teens
Tho' a Captain in the Army

I teach the ladies how to dance
How to dance, how to dance
I teach the ladies how to dance
For I'm the pet of the Army

I'm Captain Jinks of the Horse Marines
I feed my horse on corn and beans
And often live beyond my means
Tho' a Captain in the Army

I joined the Corps when twenty-one
Of course I thought it capital fun
When the enemy comes, of course I run
For I'm not cut out for the Army

When I left home, mamma she cried
Mamma she cried, mamma she cried
When I left home, mamma she cried
"He's not cut out for the Army"

The first time I went out for drill
The bugler sounding made me ill
Of the battlefield I'd had my fill
For I'm not cut out for the Army

The officers, they all did shout
They all did shout, they all did shout
The officers, they all did shout
"Why, kick him out of the Army!"

E Penso A Te
Composer(s): Mogol - Lucio Battisti
First release by: Bruno Lauzi - 1970
Covered by multiple other artists

Versions In Other Languages:
1971 - Ik Denk Aan Jou (Astrid Nijgh)
1996 - And I Think Of You (Tanita Tikaram)


Io lavoro e penso a te
Torno a casa e penso a te
Le telefono e intanto penso a te
Come stai e penso a te
Dove andiamo e penso a te
Le sorrido abbasso gli occhi e penso a te
Non so con chi adesso sei
Non so che cosa fai
Ma so di certo a cosa stai pensando
È troppo grande la città per due che come noi
Non sperano però si stan cercando
Cercando
Scusa è tardi e penso a te
Ti accompagno e penso a te
Non sono stato divertente e penso a te
Sono al buio e penso a te
Chiudo gli occhi e penso a te
Io non dormo e penso a te
La, la, la, la, ......

The Clouds Will Soon Roll By
Composer(s): Billy Hill - Harry Woods
Performer(s): Cyril Grantham
and multiple other artists



Somewhere the sun is shining
So, honey, don’t you cry
We’ll find a silver lining
The clouds will soon roll by

I hear a robin singing
Upon a treetop high
To you and me he’s singing
The clouds will soon roll by

Each little tear and sorrow
Only brings you closer to me
Just wait until tomorrow
What a happy day that will be

Down Lovers Lane together
We’ll wander, you and I
Goodbye to stormy weather
The clouds will soon roll by

Captain Fantastic And The Brown Dirt Cowboy
Composer(s): Elton John - Bernie Taupin
Performer(s): Elton John



Captain Fantastic raised and regimented, hardly a hero
Just someone his mother might know
Very clearly a case for corn flakes and classics
"Two teas both with sugar please"
In the back of an alley

While little Dirt Cowboys turned brown in their saddles
Sweet chocolate biscuits and red rosy apples in summer
For it's hay make and "Hey mom, do the papers say anything good
Are there chances in life for little Dirt Cowboys
Should I make my way out of my home in the woods"

Brown Dirt Cowboy, still green and growing
City slick Captain
Fantastic the feedback
The honey the hive could be holding
For there's weak winged young sparrows that starve in the winter
Broken young children on the wheels of the winners
And the sixty-eight summer festival wallflowers are thinning

For cheap easy meals and hardly a home on the range
Too hot for the band with a desperate desire for change
We've thrown in the towel too many times
Out for the count and when we're down
Captain Fantastic and the Brown Dirt Cowboy
From the end of the world to your town

And all this talk of Jesus coming back to see us
Couldn't fool us
For we were spinning out our lines walking on the wire
Hand in hand went music and the rhyme
The Captain and the Kid stepping in the ring
From here on sonny sonny sonny, it's a long and lonely climb

For cheap easy meals and hardly a home on the range
Too hot for the band with a desperate desire for change
We've thrown in the towel too many times
Out for the count and when we're down
Captain Fantastic and the Brown Dirt Cowboy
From the end of the world to your town

E Mi Arriva Il Mare
Composer(s): Riccardo Cocciante
Performer(s): Riccardo Cocciante


Qui rinchiuso per la vita
In un metro quadro appena
Mi domando se un'idea
Può essere legata a una catena
Ho provato una gran pena, sai
Ascoltando il vento fuori
Corre libero ovunque va
Come adesso i miei pensieri
Ti confesso che talvolta
Sono in preda alle paure
Tutto non mi sembra vero
E allora tiro un gran sospiro
E mi arriva il mare

Da quel giorno sono sola
Tra le braccia della gente
Il mio grido di dolore
Tra le voci non si sente
Son la donna di un eroe che
Vive solo nella mente
Ormai un simbolo vivente
Tutto ciò che senso ha
Come è grande questo letto
Quasi come il tuo gran cuore
Ti desidero amore
Io ricerco il tuo respiro
E mi arriva il mare
E mi arriva il mare

Ti chiedo scusa per il dolore
La solitudine, i tormenti
Ma mi hanno scritto che oramai
Siamo diventati tanti
Ancora solo pochi anni e dopo
Saranno tuoi tutti i momenti
I miei giorni e le mie notti
I pensieri e i sentimenti
E mi arriva il mare
E mi arriva il mare

Io ti bacio, ti abbraccio
Mi senti amore?
Sono qui e ti stringo
Mi senti amore mio?
Ti parlo, sto gridando
Mi senti amore mio?
Toccami, sentimi, amami amore mio
I miei giorni e le mie notti
Saranno tuoi amore mio
E mi arriva il mare
E mi arriva il mare

Closer To The Bone
Composer(s): Louis Jones
Performer(s): Louis Prima
and multiple other artists



Closest to the bone
Sweeter is the meat
Last slice of Virginia ham
Is the best that you can eat
Don't talk about my baby
She's slender but she's sweet
Closest to the bone
And sweeter is the meat

Now she'd make a good thermometer
If  she drank a glass of wine
She's built just like a garter snake
She climbs up like a vine
My friends tell me I'm a fool
To love a girl like that
Here's the reason I like 'em slim
Instead of big and fat

'Cause... Closest to the bone
Sweeter is the meat
Last slice of Virginia ham
Is the best that you can eat
Now don't talk about my baby
She's slender but she's sweet
Umm, closest to the bone
And sweeter is the meat

Let's go...

Yeah, let's go...
Yeah, boy...
Attaboy...
One more, one more...
One more, one more...
Yeah, boy...
In the moonlight...
Yeah, closest to the bone, yeah...
Ahh, look out now...

Now she'd make a first class fountain pen
If she only knew how to write
Her figure's like a piece of string
Umm, she rolls up every night
Everybody thinks that I'm a nut
To love this lovely worm
Boy there's one reason I like 'em slim
Instead of round and firm

'Cause... Closest to the bone
Sweeter is the meat
Last slice of Virginia ham
Is the best that you can eat
Now don'cha talk about my baby
She's slender but she's sweet, umm
Closest to the bone
Umm, swee... I got another one now, listen here...

Umm, she'd make a fine piccolo
If she only stayed on key
Boy she's shaped like a rubber band
And she loves to snap at me
Everybody thinks I'm insane
To overlook her faults
But here's the reason I like 'em skinny
Instead of full of schmaltz

'Cause... Closest to the bone
Sweeter is the meat
Last slice of Virginia ham
Is the best that you can eat
Don't talk about my baby
She's slender but she's sweet
And it's closest to the bone
And sweeter is the meat

Captain Beaky
Composer(s): Jeremy Lloyd
Performer(s): Keith Michell



The bravest animals in the land are Captain Beaky and his band 
That's Timid Toad, Reckless Rat, Artful Owl and Batty Bat 
They march through the woodlands singing songs 
That tell how they have righted wrongs 

Once Hissing Sid, an evil snake, kept the woodland folk awake 
In fear and trembling every night 
In case he gave someone a bite 
Said Artful Owl, 'We'll lie in wait 
And one of us will be the bait" 
Said Captain Beaky, "Have no fear! 
For I alone will volunteer!" 

"No, make it me!" Said Reckless Rat 
I'll stand there in my reckless hat 
When Hissing Sid picks up my trail
I'll just lasso him with my tail!" 

"Oh, good idea" said Timid Toad 
"We'll hide a long way down the road
And when you've overcome resistance 
We'll rush along to your assistance" 

Said Batty Bat, "I've got a wheeze! 
I'll fly and hide up in the trees! 
If Hissing Sid should slither by 
I'll drop a boulder from the sky!" 

Said Artful Owl, "The idea sound…how will you lift it off the ground?" 
Poor Batty Bat just scratched his head 
"I hadn't thought of that," he said

Said Owl, "The rest of us hold back 
There's only one that he'll attack" 
Said Timid Toad, "I like your plan" 
"Good luck," said Owl, "For you're the man!" 

So Timid Toad, his eyes a-popping
Into the woodland night went hopping 
Captain Beaky waved his hand, followed by his trusty band 
That's Artful Owl and Reckless Rat, and above the trees flew Batty Bat

"Stop!" Said Beaky, "I hear squeaking!" 
"It's Batty Bat" said Owl, "He's speaking!" 
"It's all in code," said Reckless Rat 
Said Owl, "I'll just decipher that" 

"A dash, a dot, two short, two long… 
I rather think we've got it wrong 
It reads 'can clearly see the road
Hissing Sid has captured Toad!'" 

"Quick men!" said Beaky, "No delay! 
"You mustn't let him get away!" 
And leaping off, said "Follow me!" 
And ran head first into a tree

"Dot dot dot" squeaked Batty Bat
Said Beaky, "Quick! Decipher that!" 
Said Reckless Rat, "Perhaps we're gaining?" 
"No," said Owl. "He says…it's raining" 

Oh, how they ran to save poor Toad
For they must find that snake's abode 
Guided by old Batty Bat 
Dot dot go this way dash, go that! 

Then Hissing Sid's lair they spied 
Were they too late? Was he inside? 
Said Reckless Rat, "I'll get a pole 
And stop him going down his hole!" 

Then into sight the snake came hopping
Right past his hole, no sign of stopping 
Said Reckless Rat, "That's rather funny
"There's something jumping in his tummy" 

Said Captain Beaky, "Well I'm blowed! 
Hissing Sid has swallowed Toad!" 
And as the snake hopped out of sight
Off they chased into the night

At last they found him, tired and dizzy 
And pulled out Toad, who said "Where is he? 
For left alone, I felt quite sick
And hopped into a hollow stick 

Said Owl, "A clever step to take! 
You jumped into that slippery snake" 
"That was brave of Toad", said Rat 
"That's just my sort of plan!" said Bat 

Said Captain Beaky to his men
"Well we'll not see Hissing Sid again!" 
And as they marched off down the road
They sang in praise of Timid Toad 

Above them flew ol' Batty Bat
With his wings stretched out, like that 
Owl's idea, the clever fella 
To have a flying um-ber-ella