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The Common, Broke Elastic, Rotten Cotton, Hound Dog Snoopin', Ankle Droopin', Funky, Fuzzy, White Sock Blues No.2
The Common, Broke Elastic, Rotten Cotton, Hound Dog Snoopin', Ankle Droopin', Funky, Fuzzy, White Sock Blues No.2 Performer(s): Dallas Frazier
It was the common, broke elastic Rotten cotton, hound snoopin' ankle droopin' funky fuzzy white Sock blues number two number two
A band called Raunchy from Kansas City Managed by a San Francisco hippie Was gettin' stoned in San Antone When they hired them a guitar man, named Frog Leg Jones
From starvin' situations and bathtub deprivation Came the inspiration for the worldwide smash That Frog Leg Jones composed
It was the common, broke elastic Rotten cotton, hound snoopin' ankle droopin' funky fuzzy white Sock blues number two number two
Now Frog Leg's wallet has got so fat He wears a custom made brace for his sacroiliac Frog Leg ain't no phony, the public knows it's true That pork and beans and vagrancy taught him how to stretch them things
And sing the common, broke elastic Rotten cotton, hound snoopin' ankle droopin' funky fuzzy white Sock blues number two Number two
It was the common, broke elastic Rotten cotton, hound snoopin' ankle droopin' funky fuzzy white Sock blues number two number two
Car Trouble Composer(s): Adam Ant Performer(s): Adam & the Ants
Have you ever had a ride in a light blue car? Have you ever stopped to think Who's the slave and who's the master? Have you ever had trouble with your automobile? Have you ever had to push push push push?
Car trouble You might have seen them very busy at the weekends licking and polishing the beep-beeps into shape and then its proudly up the M.1. M.2. M.3. And keep your feet off the upholstery Ronnie Car trouble oh yeah And remember this you don't need anything after an icecream I used to sit at home silently and wonder why all the preference is polishing the chrome While all the mothers and the sisters and the babies sit and rot at home Car trouble oh yeah and remember this you don't need anything after an icecream Car car car trouble car car car trouble ...
Na die mooie warme reis door't zonnige Spanje Vergeet ik alles, ik denk alleen nog Spaans Heel m'n kamer straalt van rood en van oranje De felle kleuren van de Spaanse zon en maan De Spaanse furie heeft me zo verward Dat temperament veroverde m'n hart
Ik hou van dansen en muziek E viva España Van oude trots en romantiek E viva España Een serenade aan 't balkon E viva España Geef mij maar alle dagen zon España por favor
In m'n handen klepperen de castagnetten En de flamengo die stamp ik met mijn voet Ik draag enkel Andalousische toiletten En op mijn hoofd staat een grote zwarte hoed Ik hou van vino en van cabial De Spaanse keuken is een festival
Ik hou van dansen en muziek E viva España Van oude trots en romantiek E viva España Een serenade aan 't balkon E viva España Geef mij maar alle dagen zon España por favor
Ik hou van dansen en muziek E viva España Van oude trots en romantiek E viva España Een serenade aan 't balkon E viva España Geef mij maar alle dagen zon España por favor España por favor
The Comin' Of The Lord Composer(s): Randall Dennis Performer(s): First Call
Don't you see the signs are showin' that His comin' is at hand I do believe that the time is near Can't you see that days are dangerous with the wicked ways of man Even mountains rock n' roll with fear Don't you know He's comin' like a thief in the night And that the day will come so quickly like the twinklin' of an eye It's the comin' of the Lord There are wars and wars and rumors of more wars and wars and more All creation groans with birthin' pains Any moment we will see Him comin' on the clouds And just the thought of seein' Jesus makes my spirit sing out loud Won'tcha come on, come on Lord come quickly, Lord we're ready We are waiting, we stand steady With our arms outstretched to greet the comin' of our King Won'tcha come on, come on, come on Well, the day is swift upon us when ol' Grabriel blows his horn And the righteous rise to meet Him in the air I can hardly wait to greet the One that I adore Just the thought of seein' Jesus makes my soul sing all the more
Won'tcha come on, come on Lord come quickly, Lord we are ready We are waiting, we stand steady With our arms outstretched to greet the comin' of our King Won'tcha come on, come on Lord come quickly, Lord we're stayin' Hey, You know we've been waitin' for You In Your will and we keep prayin' We believe Your returning is true You will find us working, watching, waiting patiently Won'tcha come on, come on Oh, what a glorious day that will be What a day that will be When my sweet Jesus I see Won'tcha come on, come on Lord come quickly, Lord we are ready We are waiting, we stand steady With our arms outstretched to greet the comin' of our King Won'tcha come on, come on Lord come quickly, Lord we're stayin' Hey, You know we've been waitin' for You In Your will and we keep prayin' We believe Your returning is true You will find us working, watching, waiting patiently Won'tcha come on, come on Even so, Lord Jesus, quickly come We are waiting for You
Car On A Hill
Composer(s): Joni Mitchell
Performer(s): Joni Mitchell
I've been sitting up waiting for my sugar to show I've been listening to the sirens and the radio He said he'd be over three hours ago I've been waiting for his car on the hill He makes friends easy He's not like me I watch for judgement anxiously Now where in the city can that boy be Waiting for a car Climbing Climbing Climbing the hill
He's a real good talker--I think he's friend Fast tires come screaming around the bend But there's still no buzzer They roll on... And-I'm waiting for his car on the hill It always seems so righteous at the start When there's so much laughter When there's so much spark When there's so much sweetness in the dark Waiting for a car Climbing Climbing Climbing the hill
E Un Giorno... Composer(s): Francesco Guccini
Performer(s): Francesco Guccini
E un giorno ti svegli stupita e di colpo ti accorgi
Che non sono più quei fantastici giorni all'asilo
Di giochi, di amici e se ti guardi attorno non scorgi
Le cose consuete, ma un vago e indistinto profilo...
E un giorno cammini per strada e ad un tratto comprendi
Che non sei la stessa che andava al mattino alla scuola
Che il mondo là fuori t'aspetta e tu quasi ti arrendi
Capendo che a battito a battito è l'età che s'invola...
E tuo padre ti sembra più vecchio e ogni giorno si fa più lontano
Non racconta più favole e ormai non ti prende per mano
Sembra che non capisca i tuoi sogni sempre tesi fra realtà e sperare
E sospesi fra voglie alternate di andare e restare...
Di andare e restare...
E un giorno ripensi alla casa e non è più la stessa
In cui lento il tempo sciupavi quand'eri bambina
In cui ogni oggetto era un simbolo ed una promessa
Di cose incredibili e di caffellatte in cucina...
E la stanza coi poster sul muro ed i dischi graffiati
Persi in mezzo ai tuoi libri e a regali che neanche ricordi
Sembra quasi il racconto di tanti momenti passati
Come il piano studiato e lasciato anni fa su due accordi...
E tuo padre ti sembra annoiato e ogni volta si fa più distratto
Non inventa più giochi e con te sta perdendo il contatto...
E tua madre lontana e presente sui tuoi sogni ha da fare e da dire
Ma può darsi non riesca a sapere che sogni gestire...
Che sogni gestire...
Poi un giorno in un libro o in un bar si farà tutto chiaro
Capirai che altra gente si è fatta le stesse domande
Che non c'è solo il dolce ad attenderti, ma molto d'amaro
E non è senza un prezzo salato diventare grande...
I tuoi dischi, i tuoi poster saranno per sempre scordati
Lascerai sorridendo svanire i tuoi miti felici
Come oggetti di bimba, lontani ed impolverati
Troverai nuove strade, altri scopi ed avrai nuovi amici...
Sentirai che tuo padre ti è uguale, lo vedrai un po' folle, un po' saggio
Nello spendere sempre ugualmente paura e coraggio
La paura e il coraggio di vivere come un peso che ognuno ha portato
La paura e il coraggio di dire: "io ho sempre tentato
Io ho sempre tentato..."
Da Doo Ron Ron ((Adapted from: Da Doo Ron Ron (When He Walked Me Home) (The Crystals) - 1963)) ((French Version: Da Doo Ron Ron (Frank Alamo) - 1963)) Composer(s): Jeff Barry - Ellie Greenwich - Phil Spector - Juha Vainio Performer(s): Mona Carita - 1979
Masan oma kotitalo vallattiin da doo ron ron ron, da doo ron ron Kukkapenkki tullessa jo tallattiin da doo ron ron ron, da doo ron ron
Kaikki balettiin niin me alettiin Syöksy sementtiin da doo ron ron ron, da doo ron ron
Masan faijan baarikaappi avattiin da doo ron ron ron, da doo ron ron Pikkubroidi sisältä sen tavattiin da doo ron ron ron, da doo ron ron
Kaikki balettiin niin me alettiin Syöksy sementtiin da doo ron ron ron, da doo ron ron
Maikun jumpperille Masa antautui da doo ron ron ron, da doo ron ron Kova mökä komerosta kantautui da doo ron ron ron, da doo ron ron
Kaikki balettiin niin me alettiin Syöksy sementtiin da doo ron ron ron, da doo ron ron
Emääni mä koetin vähän piristää da doo ron ron ron, da doo ron ron Stereoita tahto se vain kiristää da doo ron ron ron, da doo ron ron
Kaikki balettiin niin me alettiin Syöksy sementtiin da doo ron ron ron, da doo ron ron
Masan faija himaan tuli ajallaan da doo ron ron ron, da doo ron ron Kämppä oli atomeina hajallaan da doo ron ron ron, da doo ron ron
Anteeks anottiin kaikki sanottiin Syöksy jo sementtiin! da doo ron ron ron, da doo ron ron
Kaikki balettiin niin me alettiin Syöksy sementtiin da doo ron ron ron, da doo ron ron da doo ron ron ron, da doo ron ron da doo ron ron ron, da doo ron ron da doo ron ron ron, da doo ron ron da doo ron ron ron, da doo ron ron da doo ron ron ron, da doo ron ron da doo ron ron ron, da doo ron ron da doo ron...
Car Jamming Composer(s): The Clash Performer(s): The Clash
Tonight they're closing up the world They're sweeping smoke from cigarettes But what is that funk multi-national anthem Rockin' from a thousand King Kong cassette decks
And then a shyboy from Missouri Boots blown off in a '60s war Riding aluminium crutches Now he knows the welfare kindness Agent Orange color blindness As he works from door to door
The violence in the carpets The arrow of his wife (In a car jam) Drives the slum-bum dweller To grind his hunting knife (In a car jam)
In homesteads of cigar box The radios hive like bees (In a car jam) The body in the ice box has no date for freeze (In a car jam)
In the car jam
Selling is what selling sells Well, only saints on the 7th Avenue Can sell the seven hells
Fannin' out the drug afflicted Leperizin' zone Once inside the executive He never leaves his home, no
Gorillas drag their victiims Hyenas try to sue (In a car jam) Snakes find grass in concrete There is no city zoo (In a car jam)
By-ventilation units where towers Where towers meet the streets (In a car jam) The ragged stand in bags Soakin' heat up through their feet
This was the only kindness It was accidental too
In a car jam In a car jam
Now shakin' single engined planes Trafficking stereos from Cuba Buzzed the holy zealot mass An' drowned out Missa Luba
An' drowned out Missa Luba An' drowned out Missa Luba An' drowned out Missa Luba
I thought I saw Lauren Bacall I thought I saw Lauren Bacall (In a car jam) I swear, hey fellas, hey fellas Lauren Bacall (In a car jam)
In a car jam Yeah, I don't believe it In a car jam Ah, yeah positively, absolutely
In a car jam In a car jam In a car jam In a car jam In a car jam
È Tutto Un Attimo Composer(s): Franco Ciani - Umberto Smaila - Adelio Cogliati First release by: Anna Oxa - 1986
Io che scambio l'alba col tramonto Poi mi sveglio tardi nei motel Sbadiglio sopra un cappuccino E pago il conto al mio destino È tutto un attimo
Io che firmo il nome come viene Dormo spesso accanto al finestrino Mi trucco il viso più deciso E vivo il tempo più vicino È tutto un attimo
La mia vita è questa qua E un'altra dentro non ci sta Questa vita siete voi Questo cuore immenso che Solo se ci penso già sento tesa l'anima La mia vita siete solo voi... Siete voi... solo voi Voi... solo voi
Io che scambio amori fino in fondo Solo nei momenti miei con te Immaginando anche un bambino Chiedo il resto al mio destino È tutto un attimo
La mia vita è questa qua E un'altra dentro non ci sta Questa vita siete voi Questo cuore immenso che Solo se ci penso già sento tesa l'anima La mia vita siete solo voi... Siete voi... solo voi Voi... solo voi
Io vivo in mezzo a troppi cuori Io vivo dentro e vivo fuori È tutto un attimo
Voi... solo voi Voi... solo voi
Io vivo in mezzo a troppi cuori io vivo dentro e vivo fuori È tutto un attimo
La mia vita è questa qua Che un'altra dentro non ci sta Questa vita siete voi Questo cuore immenso che Solo se ci penso già sento tesa l'anima La mia vita siete solo voi... Siete voi... solo voi Voi... solo voi
Io vivo in mezzo a troppi cuori io vivo dentro e vivo fuori È tutto un attimo
The Combine Harvester (Brand New Key) Composer(s): Melanie Safka - Brendan O'Shaughnessy) Performer(s): The Wurzels
I drove my tractor Through yur 'aystack last night (Ooh-arrhh, ooh-arrhh) I threw me pitchfork at yur dog To keep quiet (Ooh-arrhh, ooh-arrhh) Now somethin's tellin' me That you'm avoidin' me Come on now, darlin' You've got somethin' I need
'Cause I got a brand new combine harvester An' I'll give you the key Come on now let's get together In perfect harmony I got twenty acres An' you got forty-three Now I got a brand new combine harvester An' I'll give you the key
She made I laugh, ha-ha
I'll stick by you I'll give you all that you need We'll 'ave twins and triplets I'm a man built for speed And you know I'll love you, darlin' So give me yur hand But what I want the most Is all they acres of land
'Cause I got a brand new combine harvester An' I'll give you the key Come on now let's get together In perfect harmony I got twenty acres An' you got forty-three Now I got a brand new combine harvester An' I'll give you the key
Ooh-aah, she's a lovely bit of stuff an' all
For seven long years I've been alone in this place Eat, sleep, in the kitchen It's a proper disgrace Now if I cleaned it up Would you change your mind I'll give up drinkin' scrumpy And that lager and lime
'Cause I got a brand new combine harvester An' I'll give you the key Come on now let's get together In perfect harmony I got twenty acres An' you got forty-three Now I got a brand new combine harvester An' I'll give you the key
Who loves ya, baby, ha
Weren't we a grand couple At that last wurzel dance I wore brand new gaters And me cordouroy pants In your new Sunday dress With your perfume smellin' grand We had our photos took An' us holdin' hands
Now I got a brand new combine harvester An' I'll give you the key Now that we'me both past our fifties I think that you and me Should stop this galavanting And will you marry me 'Cause I got a brand new combine harvester An' I'll give you the key
Aahh, yu're a fine lookin' woman and I can't wait to get me 'ands on yur land
Car Hop Song (Burger On A Bun) Composer(s): William Hanna - Joseph Barbera
Here we come on the run With a burger on a bun And a dab of coleslaw on the side Oh your taste we will tickle With a great dill pickle And all of our potatoes are french fried, fried, fried Our burgers can't be beat 'Cause we grind our own meat Grind, grind, grind, grind, grind
When you drive away You'll really hear us say We bid you bye, bye, bye, bye, bye We bid you bye, bye, bye, bye, bye!
And as your on your way A tip upon our tray We hope to find, find, find, find, find We hope to find, find, find, find, find
Reprise by Wilma and Betty
Here we come on the run With a burger on a bun And a dab of coleslaw on the side Oh your taste we will tickle With a cold dill pickle And all of our potatoes are french fried fried fried Our burgers can't be beat Because we grind our own meat grind grind grind grind grind
If Fred Flinstone and Barney Rubble Think that they're not in a lot of trouble They're out of their mind mind mind mind mind They're out of their mind mind mind mind mind
E Tu Come Stai Composer(s): Claudio Baglioni
Performer(s): Claudio Baglioni
Ho girato e rigirato senza sapere dove andare
Ed ho cenato a prezzo fisso seduto accanto ad un dolore
Tu come stai? Tu come stai? Tu come stai?
E mi fanno compagnia quaranta amiche... le mie carte
Anche il mio cane si fa forte e abbaia alla malinconia
Tu come stai? Tu come stai? Tu come stai?
Tu come vivi, come ti trovi
Chi viene a prenderti chi ti apre lo sportello
Chi segue ogni tuo passo chi ti telefona
E ti domanda adesso... Tu come stai? Tu come stai?
Tu come stai? Tu come stai?
Ieri ho ritrovato le tue iniziali nel mio cuore
Non ho più voglia di pensare e sono sempre più sbadato
Tu come stai? Tu come stai? Tu come stai?
Tu cosa pensi come cammini
Chi ti ha portato via chi scopre le tue spalle
Chi si stende al tuo fianco chi grida il nome tuo
Chi ti accarezza stanco...
Tu come stai? Tu come stai? Tu come stai?
Tu come stai? Non è cambiato niente no
Il vento non è mai passato tra di noi, tu come stai?
Non è accaduto niente no,
Il tempo non ci ha mai perduto
Come stai? Tu come stai?...
The Colour Of Love Composer(s): Barry J. Eastmond - Billy Ocean - Jolyon Skinner - Wayne Brathwaite Performer(s): Billy Ocean
Ooh ooh ooh
If I had to paint a pictures To show the world how love can really be I would use the brightest colours To create a vision of harmony It would be a reality 'Cause its only what's inside of my heart You would see I've always loved you right from the very start
Tell me what is the colour of love? What do you see? Is it warm is it tender when you thing of me I see the colour of love when I'm thinking of you As a picture perfect painting of love forever true
The colours of the rainbow turn grey whenever you're so far away It changes like the seasons You're the reason it happens that way What you see are colours of emotion Reflecting what I feel deep inside Now I'd like to take a look at emotions that you hide
Tell me what is the colour of love? What do you see? Is it warm is it tender when you thing of me I see the colour of love when I'm thinking of you As a picture perfect painting of love forever true
And oh though many may try to keep us apart Oh the colours that I see in you will shine a light to see us through No matter what the world will do I'll always love you Ooh ooh ooh
Oh what is the colour of love oh tell me tell me Oh I wanna know I wanna know - when I'm thinking of you As a picture perfect paining of love forever true
Car Cette Chanson-Là
Composer(s): Yanni Spanos - Pierre Louki
Performer(s): Esther Ofarim; Jean-Claude Pascal
Le soir quand tout se tait par delà ma fenêtre il est une chanson qui s'éveille à cent tours Il est une chanson qui malgré moi pénètre car cette chanson-là racontait mes amours
Je ne sais plus très bien comment elle commence je sais qu'on y parlait de roses et de lilas C'était un peu idiot, c'était un peu romance Souvent tu répétais tralalala lala
J'entends ta voix encore qui me poursuit sans cesse Ta bouche s'est enfuie, mais l'heure est toujours là Qu'importe sa valeur, qu'importent ses faiblesses? Car cette chanson-là, tu la chantais pour moi
Alors, si par hasard tu passes dans la rue dis-toi que ta chanson dort chez moi chaque nuit Tous les matins partis, tous les soirs revenus tu peux les retrouver si le cur te le dit
Tu peux les retrouver, mes larmes, mes sourires Je sais qu'elle parlait de roses et de lilas Mais toi, qui chantais mal, toi seul pourrais me dire ce qu'il y avait après tralalala lala
E Tu Composer(s): Claudio Baglioni / Antonio Coggio)
Performer(s): Claudio Baglioni; Michéal Castaldo; Marco Carta
Accoccolati ad ascoltare il mare
Qanto tempo siamo stati
Senza fiatare...
Seguire il tuo profilo con un dito
Mentre il vento accarezzava piano
Il tuo vestito...
E tu
Fatta di sguardi tu
E di sorrisi ingenui tu
Ed io
A piedi nudi io
Sfioravo i tuoi capelli io
E fermarci a giocare
Con una formica
E poi chiudere gli occhi
Non pensare più
Senti freddo anche tu
Senti freddo anche tu
E nascoste nell'ombra della sera poche stelle
Ed un brivido improvviso
Sulla tua pelle...
Poi correre felici a perdifiato
Fare a gara per vedere
Chi resta indietro...
E tu
In un sospiro tu
In ogni mio pensiero tu
Ed io
Restavo zitto io
Per non sciupare tutto io
E baciarti le labbra
Con un filo d'erba
E scoprirti più bella
Coi capelli in su
E mi piaci di più
E mi piaci di più
Forse sei l'amore
E adesso non ci sei che tu
Soltanto tu e sempre tu
Che stai scoppiando dentro il cuore mio
Ed io che cosa mai farei
Se adesso non ci fossi tu
Ad inventare questo amore...
E per gioco noi siam caduti coi vestiti in mare
Ed un bacio e un altro e un altro ancora
Da non poterti dire
Che tu
Pallida e dolce tu
Eri già tutto quanto tu
Ed io
Non ci credevo io
E ti tenevo stretta io
Coi vestiti inzuppati
Stare li a scherzare
Poi fermarci stupiti
"Io vorrei... cioè..."
Ho bisogno di te
Ho bisogno di te
Dammi un po' d'amore
E adesso non ci sei che tu
Soltanto tu e sempre tu
Che stai scoppiando dentro il cuore mio
Ed io che cosa mai farei
Se adesso non ci fossi tu
Ad inventare questo amore...
Coldest Days Of My Life Composer(s): Eugene Record - Carl Davis First release by: Walter Jackson - 1970 Covered by multiple other artists
Hmm...hmm... Mmm...mmm...
I remember, oh, yeah The signs of springtime There were birds, music everywhere Everywhere
Some of us played, oh, yeah And some of us cried Cant you see, oh, cant you see The tears in my eyes
And what I had dreamed of, oh...Lordy (What I had dreamed of) I thought it was him 10 feet tall, oh... I was ridin so high With eyes of a child, oh... (Eyes of a child) Shinin so bright, yes, they were
Coldest days of my life They were the coldest days of my life I had to run for cover, yeah, yeah, yeah (Had to run for cover, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) The cold-coldest days of my life I thought there was no other, no, no (Thought there was no other, no, no, no, no)
Lord, take away (Take it) the pain (Take it) Oh, you know, you know that it was (Take it, take it) And it couldnt be (Take it) much worse Down low, down low Down the low Down the low It just couldnt be that bad Ooh...down the low It just couldnt be that bad Ooh...down the low Oh, down, down Down the low Here all alone, yeah Ooh...down the low Ooh...down the low Ooh...down the low Ooh...down the low
Ooh...ooh...
I remember, ooh, yeah, yeah The signs of springtime Im trying to keep the past behind me But voices suddenly remind me That shes gone
Shes what I had dreamed, oh... (What I had dreamed of) Shes all that I think of
Coldest days of my life They were the coldest days of my life I thought there was no other, no, no (Thought there was no other, no, no, no, no) The cold-coldest days of my life
I had to run for cover, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Had to run for cover, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) The cold-coldest days of my life I had to run for cover, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Had to run for cover, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
The coldest days of my life I thought there was no other, no, no (Thought there was no other, no, no, no, no) The cold-coldest days of my life I thought there was no other, no, no (Thought there was no other, no, no, no, no)
The cold-coldest days of my life I had to run for cover, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Had to run for cover, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Coldest days of my life Coldest days of my life
Car 67
Composer(s): Paul Phillips - Peter Zorn
Performer(s): Driver 67
(Car 67, car 67, where are you?) (Come in 67, 67, can you hear me?)
Hey Control, this is 67 here I can hear you loud and I can hear you clear, yeah Control, this is 67 here I can hear you loud and I can hear you clear, yeah
(Good morning 67, good morning Bit of a late start, isn't it?)
Is there something that you want me to do-ooh, yeah (Yes, we have a job for you) You know I'm only here to please you-ooh (We want you to pick up a young lady at 83 Royal Gardens)
Control have mercy on me I don't wanna do the pick-up, isn't anybody else free? Stuck in a jam in a one-way street Why don't you tell her she'd be quicker if she used her feet, yeah
(You must be joking 67) (Now, come on I must have a time for the pick-up)
The best that I can do Is tell you tomorrow, yeah 'Cause if I do the job It's gonna cause me sorrow-ooh
(Oh, really 67, you're putting me in a bad position) (This is too bad, too bad) (I must have a time for the pick-up) (What's you're problem?) (What's wrong 67?)
To tell you the truth I had a bad, bad night My girl left home In the middle of a fight
(Sorry about that 67, sorry to hear that)
Controller have mercy on me I don't wanna do the pick-up at number 83 And the girl of my dreams left me all alone And at number 83 is where she made her home
(Ah-hah, I see 67, I understand your problem)
Is there something else you want me to do-ooh, yeah (Yes, you can have another job 67) You know I'm only here to please you (Stand by all cars, stand by) (Time for a pick-up at 83 Royal Gardens) (First call for 83 Royal Gardens) (Can somebody give me a time for the pick-up?) (Stand by 67, we'll have an other job for you shortly) (Calling all cars, calling all cars) (Time for a pick-up at 83 Royal Gardens) (First call to 83 Royal Gardens) (Somebody give me a time) (Can you do it car 23?)
E Tu Strafai ((French Version: Tu Exagères (Charles Aznavour))
Composer(s): Calabrese - Charles Aznavour
Performer(s): Charles Aznavour
E tu strafai e in verità Esattamente mai nessuno saprà Se è un brutto vizio Oppure una qualità Fra l'uno e l'altra si confonde Cosa vuoi mai, tu vieni e vai E ti affatichi sempre più che tu puoi Io sono un figlio e non un uomo per te La tirannia infondi su di me E tu strafai ancor di più Per i pranzetti che mi elabori tu E ti commuovi se per te mando giù Pantagrueliche portate Se dico no per sobrità Diventi triste, io non insisterò Sapendo che ne piangeresti sennò Mangio da capo finché mi strozzerò E tu strafai, non c'è perché Nel lucidare tutti i giorni i parquets Tenendo pronte le pattine per me Che mi fan perder l'eqiilibrio A spolverar, a lucidar Ti dai da far. Se non so dove star E vado a letto per lasciarti sfogar Togli i cuscini che sono da cambiar E tu strafai, che assurdità Se solo un colpo o due di tosse darò A letto zitto e buono mi troverò Con le ventose sulla schiena Come un buldog sorvegli me Con il termometro a portata di te E che lo voglia o no mi fai buttar giù Quella schifezza che hai preparto tu E tu strafai, tu strafai E io non vedo quando la smetterai Perché è per questo che ti amo Le tue virtù, la tua allegria E la freschezza che nascondi per me Non danno un attimo di noia con te E se tu esageri, e se tu esageri È anche vero che piaci a me
Cold Hard Facts Of Life Composer(s): Bill Anderson Performer(s): Porter Wagoner; Ferlin Husky; Stonewall Jackson
I got back in town a day before I'd planned to I smiled and said I'll sure surprise my wife I don't think I'll phone I'll just head on home For I didn't know the cold hard facts of life I passed a little winestore on the corner I pictured big champagne by candle light I stopped the car right then got out and hurried in My mind not on the cold hard facts of life A stranger stood there laughing by the counter He said I'll take two bottles of your best Her husband's out of town and there's a party He winkled as if to say you know the rest I left the store two steps behind the stranger From there to my house his car stayed in sight But it wasn't till he turned into my drive that I learned I was witnessing the cold hard facts of life I drove around the block till I was dizzy each time the noise came louder from within And then I saw our bottle there beside me And I drank a fifth of courage and walked in Lord you should've seen their frantic faces They screamed and cried please put away that knife I guess I'll go to hell or I'll rot here in the cell But who taught who the cold hard facts of life Who taught who the cold hard facts of life
Car 54, Where Are You?
Composer(s): Ned Hiken - J. Strauss
There's a hold up in the Bronx Brooklyn's broken out in fights There's a traffic jam in Harlem That's backed up to Jackson Heights There's a scout troop short a child Kruschev's due at Idlewild Car 54, Where Are You?
