The Dummy Song (aka I'll Take The Legs From Some Old Table)
Composer(s): Lew Brown - Billy Rose - Ray Henderson
Performer(s): The Modernaires
and multiple other artists



Johnny got a furlough and he took it on the run
To see his little hon' and have a little fun
He found her with a sergeant, she was bouncing on his knee
And Johnny yelled, "No wedding bells for me!"

I'll take the legs from some old table
I'll take the arms from some old chair
I'll take the neck from some old bottle
And from a horse I'll take the hair
I'll take the hands and face from off a clock
And baby, when I'm through,
I'll get more lovin' from that Dum-Dum-Dummy
Than I ever got from you

Came another furlough and he called her on the phone
He said, "Are you alone?" She said, "No, no, my own
I'm sitting with your Colonel and he's lovely company"
And Johnny cried, "Ha-ha, ho-ho, hee-hee"

I'll take the legs from some old table
I'll take the arms from some old chair
I'll take the neck from some old bottle
And from a horse I'll take the hair
I'll take the hands and face from off a clock
And baby, when I'm through
I'll get more lovin' from that Dum-Dum-Dummy
Than I ever got from you

Caruso
((Adapted from: Caruso (Lucio Dalla) - 1986))
Composer(s): Lucio Dalla - Pierre Delanoë
Performer(s): Mireille Mathieu - 1989

Versions In Other Languages:
1989 - Caruso (Spanish Version) (Mireille Mathieu)
1994 - Nu Jij Hier Niet Meer Bent (André Hazes)
1996 - Za Mene Ne Postoji Druga (Dragan Stojnic)
1997 - Caruso (Spanish/Italian Version) (Ana Belén & Lucio Dalla)
2003 - Wat Is Er Fout Gegaan (Gary Hagger)
2007 - Kol Tu Šalia Buvai (Merunas)
2009 - Keines Menschen Auge (Stefan Gwildis)



La lune brille et sur la mer souffle le vent en rafale 
sur la vieille terrasse au bord du golfe de Sorrente
Un homme serre une fille très fort sans retenir ses larmes 
la gorge nouée de chagrin pourtant malgré lui il chante

Je t'aime tant je t'aime passionnément et tu le sais dans le fond de moi-même 
je ressens ta chaleur comme jamais

Cette lumière sur la mer lui fait penser aux nuits de l'Amérique 
mais ce ne sont que mirages comme un sillage de bateau
Il entend dans le lointain des guitares qui jouent des romances d'hier 
et la lune à travers les nuages éclaire le golfe de Sorrente
Les yeux de l'amour au fond de la nuit lui paraissent encore plus clairs 
il laisse échapper une dernière larme 
pourtant malgré lui il chante

Je t'aime tant je t'aime passionnément et tu le sais dans le fond de moi-même 
je ressens ta chaleur comme jamais

Puissance de la musique qui fait d'un acte banal 
à un coup de baguette magique un geste magistral
Le regard qu'elle jette sur lui est plein de certitude 
il a oublié ce qu'il était il va quitter le sud
La vie lui paraît menaçante tout comme une nuit de l'Amérique 
il a envie de s'accrocher encore au golfe de Sorrente
C'est peut-être la vie qui veut fuir 
il n'entend plus que la musique 
il ferme les yeux comme un enfant 
sans s'interroger il chante

Je t'aime tant je t'aime passionnément et tu le sais dans le fond de moi-même 
je ressens ta chaleur comme jamais
Je t'aime tant je t'aime passionnément et tu le sais dans le fond de moi-même 
je ressens ta chaleur comme jamais

Flor De Un Día
Performer(s): Luis Eduardo Aute



Como llegó
pasó
con la premura de quien huye
de un mal que todo lo destruye
un implacable mal
mucho peor que el más terrible
criminal
Y huye, huye
del paso del tiempo el amor
huye de ti, huye de mí
huye el amor
intensa flor
de un día
Al recordar
el mar
un espejismo de esqueletos
desvela todos sus secretos
sólo veo volar
un batallón de buitres vigilando
el mar
Y huye, huye
del pájaro la libertad
huye de ti, huye de mí
huye el amor
intensa flor
de un día
Para vivir
morir es algo más que su contrario
es su perfecto corolario
su dimensión fatal
la eternidad que va acercándose al
final
Y huye, huye
del corazón su palpitar
huye de ti, huye de mí
huye el amor
intensa flor
de un día

The Duke Regains His Chops
Composer(s): Frank Zappa 
Performer(s): Frank Zappa



And you'll be my Duchess
My Duchess of Prunes

I'm looking through the prune in June
Reveals your chest I see your lovely beans
And in that magic go-kart I bite your neck
The cheese I have for you, my dear
Is real and very new *(New Cheese!)*

Prune *(Pa-da-dah!)*
If they are a fresh Prune *(Pa-da-dah!)*
Know no cheese
*(Chunka, chunka cheeky chunka)*
*(Chunka, cheesy, stinky chunka)*
And they just lie there
Taller and sickening and it just... I don't know (Lo)
And I know, I think
The love I have for you will never end (well, maybe)
And so my love I offer you
A love that is strong 
A prune that is true

(This is the exciting part 
This is like the Supremes
see the way it builds up? 
Feel it?)
(Baby, Baby, Baby, Baby)

(My Prune is yours, my love
My cheese for you, savings through and through
My baby I do
My baby I do
My baby Prunes
My baby Prunes
I love you
I love you
O baby prunes
O cheesy fat
O cheesy fat
O cheesy fat) 

Carthage
Composer(s): Etienne Roda-Gil - Julien Clerc
Performer(s): Julien Clerc



Elle a les yeux couleur d'ardoise
Le teint clair obscur du lilas
Mon étrange Carthaginoise
Plus belle que la Reine de Saba

Et si contrairement
À tout ce que l'on croit
Tous nos chemins ne menaient pas
À Rome

Moi je tomberais dans ses bras
Moi je tomberais dans ses bras, dans ses bras, dans ses bras

Et tous les faubourgs de Carthage
Résonnent du son de ma voix
Je l'ai connu comme un orage
Dont la pluie
ne viendrait pas ...

Toutes les capitales de l'Europe
Se rendraient bientôt sans combat
Devant sa beauté triomphante
Si seulement elle étati là

Et si contrairement
À tout ce que l'on croit
Tous nos chemins ne menaient pas
À Rome

Moi je tomberais dans ses bras
Moi je tomberais dans ses bras, dans ses bras, dans ses bras

Et tous les faubourgs de Carthage
Résonnent du son de ma voix
Je l'ai connu comme un orage
Dont la pluie ne viendrait pas ...

Et si contrairement
À tout ce que l'on croit
Tous nos chemins ne menaient pas
À Rome

Moi je tomberais dans tes bras
Moi je tomberais dans tes bras...

Flor De Ceniza
Performer(s): Luis Eduardo Aute



Dime, amor, cómo se atiza
una brasa en su penúltimo estertor...
Dime, amor, cuánto se atiza
para que renazca el brote de una flor
de una flor ... de la ceniza
flor de ceniza

The Duke Of Prunes
Composer(s): Frank Zappa
Performer(s): Frank Zappa



A moon beam through the prune in June
Reveals your chest I see your lovely beans
And in that magic go-kart I bite your neck
The cheese I have for you, my dear
Is real and very new

A moon beam through the prune in June
Reveals your chest I see your lovely beans
And in that magic go-kart I bite your neck
The love I have for you, my dear
Is real and very new

Prune *(Pa-da-dah!)*
If it is a real prune 
Knows no cheese
*(Cheeky chanky, cheeky chanky)*
And stands *(Oh no!)*
Taller, stronger than any tree *(or bush)*
And I know the love I have for you
Will grow, and grow, and grow, I think
And so my love I offer you
A love that is strong 
A prune that is true

Cartes Postales D'Alabama
((Adapted from: Sweet Home Alabama (Lynyrd Skynyrd) - 1974))
Composer(s): Ed King - Ronnie Van Zandt - Gary Rossington - Eddy Mitchell
Performer(s): Johnny Hallyday - 1983



Des fleurs de coton qui bougent
S'envolant dans un ciel bleu
Me rappellent que le blues
Est né sous des jours heureux
Des jours heureux
Cartes postales d'Alabama
Vos couleurs sont dépassées
Bon baisés d'Alabama
Tes lèvres ne sont plus sucrées
Non plus sucrées!
J'ai vu tout ça dans des films
Aux couleurs qui font rêver
Scarlett O'Hara éprise
D'un Red Buttler méprisé
Cartes postales d'Alabama
Vos couleurs sont dépassées
Bon baisers d'Alabama
Tes lèvres ne sont plus sucrées
Non plus sucrées!
Ku Klux Klan tu m'étonnes
Tu resurgis du passé
Cagoulé pour cacher l'homme
Blanc raciste, preux chevalier
Sueurs froides d'Alabama
Sous ton visage lache masqué
Sueurs froides d'Alabama
Pouvoir blanc et croix brûlées
Et croix brûlées
Majorité silencieuse
Démocratie déguisée
Moralité religieuse
Cheesburger et thé glacé ...

Flor De Azalea
Composer(s): Manuel Esperón; Gómez Urquiza
Performer(s): Javier Solis;
and various other artists



Como espuma que inerte lleva el caudaloso río
Flor de Azalea la vida en su avalancha te arrastró
pero al salvarte hallar pudiste protección y abrigo
donde curar tu corazón herido por el dolor

Tu sonrisa refleja el paso de las horas negras
tu mirada la más amarga desesperación
hoy para siempre quiero que olvides tus pasadas penas
y que tan sólo tenga horas serenas tu corazón

Quisiera ser la golondrina que al amanecer
a tu ventana llega para ver a través del cristal
y despertarte muy dulcemente si aun estás dormida
a la alborada de una nueva vida llena de amor

Quisiera ser la golondrina que al amanecer
a tu ventana llega para ver a través del cristal
y despertarte muy dulcemente si aun estás dormida
a la alborada de una nueva vida llena de amor

Drover's Wife
Performer(s): Tex Morton



A drover's wife I chanced to meet
A friend of days gone by
I asked about her husband Bill
She softly started to cry

She held her baby to her breast
Slowly raised her head
Her big sad eyes looked into mine
Broken-hearted she said

Six years ago I married Bill
Though so poor were we
I loved him as I loved my life
Bill, I know he loved me

But now he's got six hundred pounds
I know that he wants to part
For Bill's in love with someone else
It's nearly breaking my heart

Bill, Bill, stick to me Bill
Money don't alter the case
Don't leave a fond and loving wife
For the sake of a new pretty face

Bill, Bill, I love you
Before you got rich like you did
I love you still, so Bill, dear Bill
Come stick to me and the kids

I stuck by you when times were hard
When we had not a cent
I even pawned my wedding ring
To pay our bit of rent

She'll love you while your money lasts
I swear by God above
I don't want your money, Bill
I only want your love

Bill, Bill, stick to me Bill
Money don't alter the case
Don't leave a fond and loving wife
For the sake of a new pretty face

Bill, Bill, I loved you
Before you came into your quids
I love you still, so Bill, dear Bill
Come stick to me and the kids

Carte Postale
Composer(s): Francis Cabrel
Performer(s): Francis Cabrel; Gérald De Palmas



Allumés les postes de télévision
Verrouillées les portes des conversations
Oubliés les dames et les jeux de cartes
Endormies les fermes quand les jeunes partent
Brisées les lumières des ruelles en fête
Refroidi le vin brûlant, les assiettes
Emportés les mots des serveuses aimables
Disparus les chiens jouant sous les tables
Déchirées les nappes des soirées de noce
Oubliées les fables du sommeil des gosses
Arrêtées les valses des derniers jupons
Et les fausses notes des accordéons
C'est un hameau perdu sous les étoiles
Avec de vieux rideaux pendus à des fenêtres sales
Et sur le vieux buffet sous la poussière grise
Il reste une carte postale

Goudronnées les pierres des chemins tranquilles
Relevées les herbes des endroits fragiles
Désertées les places des belles foraines
Asséchées les traces de l'eau des fontaines
Oubliées les phrases sacrées des grands-pères
Aux âtres des grandes cheminées de pierre
Envolés les rires des nuits de moissons
Et allumés les postes de télévision
C'est un hameau perdu sous les étoiles
Avec de vieux rideaux pendus à des fenêtres sales
Et sur le vieux buffet sous la poussière grise
Il reste une carte postale

Envolées les robes des belles promises
Les ailes des grillons, les paniers de cerises
Oubliés les rires des nuits de moissons
Et allumés les postes de télévision
Allumés les postes de télévision

Flor Da Paisagem
Composer(s): Robertinho de Recife; Fausto Nilo
Performer(s): Raimundo Fagner



Teus zói a flor da paisagem
Sereno fim da viagem
Teus zói é a cor da beleza
Sorriso da natureza
Azul de prata meu litoral
Dois brincos de pedra rara
Riacho de água clara
Roupa com cheiro de mala
Zoinho assim são mais belos
Que renda branca na sala
Quem vê não enxerga a praia
Nós num lençol de cambraia
Teus zói no fim da vereda
Amor de papel de seda
Teus zói clareia o roçado
Reluz teu cordão colado

The Drinking Man's Diet
Composer(s): Neal Hefti
Performer(s): Allan Sherman



Oh, I'm on The Drinking Man's Diet
It came from a book I was loaned
It's really terrific 
And quite scientific
And I'm half stoned
For breakfast some corn flakes and vodka
But corn flakes have carbohydrates
So I don't eat those fattening corn flakes
I eat the vodka straight

Drink, drink, everyone drink
It's not as bad as we used to think
With every Manhattan
Your stomach will flatten
So drink, drink, drink

The Air Force invented this diet
A fact which they hotly deny
Of course they'd deny it
'Cause this is the diet
That got the Air Force high
For lunch you can have three martinis
What better lunch is there than that?
But caution: do not eat the olives
'Cause olives make you fat

Drink, drink, everyone drink
It's not as bad as we used to think
If pounds you would burn off
Then turn on your Smirnoff
And drink, drink, drink

For dinner a nice scotch and soda
Now that oughta help you to lose
No whipped cream, no butter
Just lay in the gutter
And booze, booze, booze
Suppose you should meet a policeman
Who says you've been quenching your thirst?
You just tell him it's physical fitness
And health comes first!

Drink [hic] drink [hic] booze everywhere
Pass that decan'er of bourbon, there
I'm fatter than ever
But here's what's so clever
It's I... Don't... Care...!!!

Carta Para Mi Desde El 2086
Performer(s): Fito Paez



Me puse la ropa 
no supe que hacer 
como Julio Sosa 
cien años después 
 
Arreglé mis cosas
fui hasta el cabaret 
fui, cante Malena 
no recuerdo bien 
 
Y allí mismo en el mismo lugar 
del amor voy tratando de estar 
con mi corazón 
ya pasaron las bombas 
el hambre y el tren 
aquí en Baires las cosas no marchan bien

Flor Da Idade
Composer(s): Chico Buarque
Performer(s): Chico Buarque; Vanessa Bumagny



A gente faz hora, faz fila na vila do meio-dia
Pra ver Maria
A gente almoça e só se coça e se roça e só se vicia
A porta dela não tem tramela
A janela é sem gelosia
Nem desconfia
Ai, a primeira festa, a primeira festa, o primeiro amor

Na hora certa, a casa aberta, o pijama aberta, a família
A armadilha
A mesa posta de peixe, deixe um cheirinho da sua filha
Ela vive parada no sucesso do rádio de pilha
Que maravilha
Ai, o primeiro copo, o primeiro copo, o primeiro amor

Vê passar ela, como dança, balança, avança e recua
A gente sua
A roupa suja de cuja se lava no meio da rua
Despudorada, dada, à danada agrada andar seminua
E continua
Ai, a primeira dama, o primeiro drama, o primeiro amor

Carlos amava Dora que amava Lia que amava Léa que amava Paulo
Que amava Juca que amava Dora que amava Carlos que amava Dora
Que amava Rita que amava Dito que amava Rita que amava Dito que amava Rita que amava
Carlos amava Dora que amava Pedro que amava tanto que amava
a filha que amava Carlos que amava Dora que amava toda a quadrilha

The Drifter
Composer(s): Paul Williams - Roger Nichols
Performer(s): Steve Lawrence



Once again
There's a feeling inside of me
Nothing new
I've felt it before
Like the voice of hunger
Inside of me crying out
There's got to be more

I'll put my faith
In the arms of an open road
And you can come along
If you choose

'Cause there's places
That I've never been to
Sunsets to be ridden into
Not a lot I can do
But give in to the drifter
There's a drifter in me

Though I've tried it
I'm just not a settler
And nine to five
Don't make it with me
Why deny it
It makes me feel better
To come alive
And prove that I'm free

I wear no chains
And I carry no heavy load
So much to gain
And nothing to lose

'Cause there's places
That I've never been to
Sunsets to be ridden into
Not a lot I can do
But give in to the drifter
There's a drifter in me

Carta De Un León A Otro
Composer(s): Chico Novarro
Performer(s): Juan Carlos Baglietto; Lissette; Julia Zenko



Perdón, hermano mio, si te digo
que ganas de escribirte no he tenido
No se si es el encierro
no se si es la comida
o el tiempo que ya llevo
en esta vida

Lo cierto es que el zoológico deprime
y el mal no se redime con cariño
si no es por esos niños
que acercan su alegria
sería más amargo, todavía

A ti te irá mejor, espero
viajando por el mundo entero
aunque el domador, según me cuentas
te obligue a trabajar mas de la cuenta
Tu tienes que entender, hermano
que el alma tiene de villano
al no poder mandar a quien quisieran
descartan su poder sobre las fieras
Muchos humanos, son importantes
silla mediante, látigo en mano

Pero volviendo a mí, nada ha cambiado
aqui desde que fuimos separados
hay algo, sin embargo
que noto entre la gente
parece que miraran diferente

Sus ojos han perdido algún destello
como si fueran ellos los cautivos
yo se lo que te digo
apuesta lo que quieras
que afuera tienen miles 
de problemas

Caimos en la selva, hermano
y mira en que piadosas manos
su aire está viciado de humo y muerte
y quién anticipar
puede su suerte
Volver a la naturaleza
sería su mayor riqueza
allí podrán amarse libremente
y no hay ningún zoológico de gente

Ciudate hermano, yo no se cuando
Pero ese dia, viene llegando

Flop Eared Mule
(Traditional)



Mule mule Flop eared mule 
Flop eared flop eared flop eared mule 
Flop eared mule flop eared mule 
Flop eared flop eared mule 

Mule mule mule mule
Flop eared flop eared flop eared mule 
Mule mule mule mule
Flop eared flop eared mule 

Real world real world real real real world 
Real world real world real real world 
World world world world real real real world
World world world world real real world

The Dream I Had Last Night
Composer(s): Cardigan - Brennan - Story



Have you ever discovered the reason why 
The moment you close your sleepy eye
there's something always comes and sets you dreaming
And you think you're the son of a millionaire 
And you're the sole surviving heir 
And how to spend his money you are scheming 
Last night I fell asleep upon the hay pile 
And in the mean-while 
This hay pile went floating thru the air 
To a place I don't know where 
But I saw a world of wonders there

Did you ever wake up with a funny grin 
And sit with your hands up on your chin 
and wish that you were back again in Dream land
In that wonderful land when you're in so strong
Where all is right and nothing's wrong 
And everybody's giving you the glad hand 
When I'm asleep I like to dream of money 
Now ain't it funny how money will follow you it seems 
When you're wrap'd in idle dreams 
But it leaves you when the morning beams

I was the guest of honor of a millionaire 
Kings were there a swell affair 
Rulers of every land were waiting in a row to hand me all their dough 
All of a sudden things began to fade away
And what I saw gave me an awful fright
I was all alone in swimmin' with a hundred thousand women 
That's the dream I had last night.

I was the guest of honor of a millionaire 
Kings were there a swell affair 
Rulers of every land were waiting in a row to hand me all their dough 
All of a sudden things began to fade away
And what I saw gave me an awful fright 
I was perched upon a steeple throwing money to the people 
That's the dream I had last night

Carta Ao Tom 74
Composer(s): Vinícius de Moraes - Toquinho
Performer(s): Vinícius de Moraes
and multiple other artists



Rua Nascimento Silva cento e sete 
Você ensinando pra Elizeth 
As canções de cancão,do amor demais 
Ipanema era só felicidade 

Era como se o amor doesse em paz 
Nossa famosa garota 
Nem sabia a que ponto a cidade turvaria 
Esse rio de amor que se perdeu 
Mesmo a tristeza da gente era mais bela 

E além disso se via da janela 
Um cantinho do céu e o Redentor 
É meu amigo só resta uma certeza 
É preciso acabar com essa tristeza 
É preciso inventar de novo o amor 

Rua Nascimento Silva cento e sete               
Eu saio correndo do pivete 
Tentando alcançar o elevador 
Minha janela não passa de um quadrado        

A gente só vê Sérgio Dourado 
Onde antes se via o Redentor 
É meu amigo só resta uma certeza 
É preciso acabar com a natureza 
É melhor lotear o nosso amor