The Hula Hoop Song
Composer(s): Carl Maduri III - James M. Testa
Performer(s): Georgia Gibbs; Teresa Brewer



Hula hoop, hula hoop
Anyone can play the hula hoop
Hula hoop, hula hoop
Anyone can play from three to a hundred and ten

(Hula, hula, hula)

From LA to New York, from Georgia to Duluth (Hula hoop)
Everyone is playing with the hula hoop (Hula hoop)
A-red ones and the green ones, yellow, white, and blue (Hula hoop)
Young and old, rich or poor, are spinning them too

(Hula, hula, hula)

Hula hoop, hula hoop
Everyone is playing with the hula hoop
Look at them spin, tryin' to win
Anyone can play from three to a hundred and ten

(Hula, hula, hula)

Oh, what fun to see them run
And to see them sway (Hula hoop)
Trying to keep the hula hoop
From, ah, slippin' away (Hula hoop)

Now if they rock when they should sway,
It would fall to the ground (Hula hoop)
Then again, once again
The hoop spins around and 'round

(Hula, hula, hula)

Hula hoop, hula hoop
Everyone is playing with the hula hoop
Look at them spin, tryin' to win
Anyone can play from three to a hundred and ten

(Hula, hula, hula)

Hula hoop, hula hoop
Everyone is playing with the hula hoop
Look at them spin, tryin' to win
Anyone can play from three to a hundred and ten

(Hula, hula, hula, hula, hula...)

C'était L'hiver
Composer(s): Francis Cabrel
Performer(s): Francis Cabrel
and multiple other artists



Elle disait "j'ai déjà trop marché
Mon cœur est déjà trop lourd de secrets
Trop lourd de peines"
Elle disait "je ne continue plus
Ce qui m'attend, je l'ai déjà vécu
C'est plus la peine"
Elle disait que vivre était cruel
Elle ne croyait plus au soleil
Ni aux silences des églises
Même mes sourires lui faisaient peur
C'était l'hiver dans le fond de son cœur
Elle disait que vivre était cruel
Elle ne croyait plus au soleil
Ni aux silences des églises
Même mes sourires lui faisaient peur
C'était l'hiver dans le fond de son cœur
Le vent n'a jamais été plus froid
La pluie plus violente que ce soir-là
Le soir de ses vingt ans
Le soir où elle a éteint le feu
Derrière la façade de ses yeux
Dans un éclair blanc
Elle a sûrement rejoint le ciel
Elle brille à côté du soleil
Comme les nouvelles églises
Mais si depuis ce soir-là je pleure
C'est qu'il fait froid dans le fond de mon cœur
Elle a sûrement rejoint le ciel
Elle brille à côté du soleil
Comme les nouvelles églises
Mais si depuis ce soir-là je pleure
C'est qu'il fait froid dans le fond de mon cœur

Freedom Rider
Composer(s): Jim Capaldi; Steve Winwood
Performer(s): Traffic;
Blackstone; Steve Winwood



Like a hurricane around your heart
when earth and sky are torn apart
He comes gathering up the bits while
hoping that the puzzle fits
He leaves you, he leaves you
Freedom rider

With a silver star between his eyes
that open up at hidden lies
Big man crying with defeat
see people gathering in the street
You feel him, you feel him
Freedom rider

When lightning strikes you to the bone
you turn around, you're all alone
By the time you hear that silent sound
then your soul is in the lost and found
Forever, forever
Freedom rider
Here it comes

The Huckle-Buck
((Adapted from: D-Natural Blues (Lucky Millinder and His Orch.) - 1948/1949))
((Danish Version: Mister Hucklebuck (Melody Makers) - 1971))
Composer(s): Andy Gibson - Roy Alfred 
Performer(s): Paul Williams and His Hucklebuckers - 1948/1949
and multiple other artists



Not now, Moose, I'll tell you when

Here's a dance you should know
When the lights are down low
Grab your baby then go

Do the Hucklebuck (do the Hucklebuck)
Do the Hucklebuck (do the Hucklebuck)
If you don't know how to do it
Boy, you're out of luck (boy, you're out of luck)
Push your partner out (push your partner out)
Then you hunch your back (then you hunch your back)
Start a little movement in your sacroiliac (sacroiliac)
Wiggle like a snake (wiggle like a snake)
Waddle like a duck (waddle like a duck)
That's the way you do it when you do the Hucklebuck

Here's a dance you should know
When the lights are down low
Grab your baby then go

Yeah, dad, right now!

Here's a dance you should know
When the lights are down low
Grab your baby then go

Do the Hucklebuck 
Do the Hucklebuck
If you don't know how to do it
Boy, you're out of luck
Push your partner out 
Then you hunch your back
Start a little movement in your sacroiliac

Wiggle like a snake 
Waddle like a duck

That's the way you do it when you do the Hucklebuck

C'était Hier
Composer(s): Alain Goraguer - Claude Lemesle
Performer(s): Nana Mouskouri



Sous la tonnelle, qu'elle était belle
La demoiselle de paradis sur mer
Des yeux lavandes, un sourire tendre
Mais l'air d'attendre
Tous les soleils d'enfer
Toi, tu ne voyais qu'elle, rien qu'elle
Pas moi
Moi qui ne regardais jamais que toi

C'était hier, c'était ailleurs
La grande guerre des petits bonheurs

Sous la tonnelle, s'en moquait-elle
La demoiselle de paradis sur mer
Sombre et lointaine
Comme une reine d'histoire ancienne
Mais le cœur bien sûre d'elle
Tu en mourrais d'espoir, regards, soupirs
J'en mourrais de chagrin, sans rien te dire

C'était hier, c'était ailleurs
La grande guerre des petits bonheurs

C'était hier, c'était ailleurs
La grande guerre des petits bonheurs

Freedom For The World
Composer(s): Paul Anka; Jack White
Performer(s): Paul Anka; David Hasselhoff



Look at the madness
The faces of sadness
The people who try to survive
Why is it so
The children are wondering why

We've broken the promise
The truth is upon us
Somehow we're living a lie
And why don't we start
The start being smart, you and I

Just look around, what do you see
Is this the way we want it to be
I can't believe the
way we carry on, are
we wrong
Ev'rybody all over the world
We've got to get along
If we don't get
together, we'll be gone

Talking 'bout freedom
Freedom for you and me
Freedom for the world
I said freedom
Freedom for you and me
Freedom for the world
Got to have freedom
Freedom for you and me
Freedom for the world

Look at tomorrow
Think of the sorrow
Think of price we'll pay
Look to your heart
And love will lead the way

People are praying
People are saying
How long can this go on
It just isn't right
To fight for the right to belong

Ev'rybody all over the world
Raise your voices in song
If we don't get
together, we'll be gone

Talking 'bout freedom
Freedom for you and me
Freedom for the world
We need freedom
Freedom for you and me
Freedom for the world
We need freedom
Freedom for you and me
Freedom for the world
I said freedom
Freedom for you and me
Freedom for the world

Ev'rybody wants freedom
Freedom for you and me
Freedom for the world
We got to have some freedom
Freedom for you and me
Freedom for the world
Ev'rybody needs it for the world
Freedom for you and me
Freedom for the world
I said freedom
Freedom for you and me
Freedom for the world
Ev'rybody said you got you
got to have freedom
Freedom for you and me
Freedom for the world
We've got to have it
Freedom for you and me
Freedom for the world
For you and me
And freedom for the world
Ev'rybody wants it
Freedom for you and me
Freedom for the world
Talking 'bout freedom
for the world
Freedom for you and me

The Howler
Composer(s): Adrian Belew - King Crimson
Performer(s): King Crimson



Here is the angel of the world's desire
Placed on trial
To hide in shrouded alley sihouettes
With cigarette coiled
To stike at passing voices
Dark and suspect
Here is the howling ire

Here is the sacred face of rendevous
In subway sour
Whose grand delusions prey like intellect
In lunatic minds
Intent and focused on
The long thin matches
To light the howling fire...

No, no, not me
Burn, I don't wanna burn...

C'était Bien ((aka Le P'tit Bal Perdu (André Bourvil) - 1960)
Composer(s): Robert Nyel - Gaby Verlor
First release by: André Bourvil - 1960
Covered by multiple other artists



C'était tout juste après la guerre
Dans un petit bal qu'avait souffert
Sur une piste de misère
Y'en avait deux, à découvert
Parmi les gravats ils dansaient
Dans ce petit bal qui s'appelait...
Qui s'appelait...
qui s'appelait...
qui s'appelait...
Non je ne me souviens plus
du nom du bal perdu
Ce dont je me souviens
ce sont ces amoureux
Qui ne regardaient rien autour d'eux
Y'avait tant d'insouciance
Dans leurs gestes émus
Alors quelle importance
Le nom du bal perdu?
Non je ne me souviens plus
du nom du bal perdu
Ce dont je me souviens
c'est qu'ils étaient heureux
Les yeux au fond des yeux
Et c'était bien...
Et c'était bien...
Ils buvaient dans le même verre
Toujours sans se quitter des yeux
Ils faisaient la même prière
D'être toujours, toujours heureux
Parmi les gravats ils souriaient
Dans ce petit bal qui s'appelait...
Qui s'appelait...
qui s'appelait...
qui s'appelait...
Non je ne me souviens plus
du nom du bal perdu
Ce dont je me souviens
ce sont ces amoureux
Qui ne regardaient rien autour d'eux
Y'avait tant d'insouciance
Dans leurs gestes émus
Alors quelle importance
Le nom du bal perdu?
Non je ne me souviens plus
du nom du bal perdu
Ce dont je me souviens
c'est qu'ils étaient heureux
Les yeux au fond des yeux
Et c'était bien...
Et c'était bien...
Et puis quand l'accordéoniste
S'est arrêté, ils sont partis
Le soir tombait dessus la piste
Sur les gravats et sur ma vie
Il était redevenu tout triste
Ce petit bal qui s'appelait
Qui s'appelait...
qui s'appelait...
qui s'appelait...
Non je ne me souviens plus
du nom du bal perdu
Ce dont je me souviens
ce sont ces amoureux
Qui ne regardaient rien autour d'eux
Y'avait tant de lumière
Avec eux dans la rue
Alors la belle affaire
Le nom du bal perdu
Non je ne me souviens plus
du nom du bal perdu
Ce dont je me souviens
c'est qu'on était heureux
Les yeux au fond des yeux
Et c'était bien...
Et c'était bien

Freedom Come, Freedom Go
Composer(s): Roger Cook; Roger Greenaway; 
Albert Hammond; Michael Hazelwood
Performer(s): The Fortunes;
The Nils; Saragossa Band



Freedom come
Freedom go
tell me yes
and then she tells me no
freedom never stay long
freedom moving along
freedom want
freedom stay
freedom love
and then she flies away
freedem never stay long
freedom moving along.

Daddy is a doctor
mother is a debutante
pillars of society
living in a mansion
somewhere in the country
and another in Chelsea
freedom is a rich girl
daddie's little sweet girl
pretty as a sunny day
freedom never does do what
she doesn't want
to freedom never has to pay
freedom come...

Freedom is her name
and freedom is her nature
running all around the town
ev'rybody wants to
and ev'rybody tries to
but nobody can hold her down
freedom is so kind
and freedom is so gentle
freedom is a happy day
freedom what would you do
if I say love you
freedom would you
run away
freedom come...

Da da da da da da (Freedom)
Da da da da da (Freedom)
Da da da da da da da
moving along
da la la la la la
moving right on along
da da da.....

The House That Jack Built 
Composer(s): Bob Lance - Fran Robbins
First release by: Thelma Jones - 1968



This is the house that Jack built, y'all
Remember this house!

This was the land that he worked by hand
The was the dream of an upright man
This was the room that was filled with love
This was a love that I was proud of
This was a life of a love I planned
Of a love and a life we loved
Of the house that Jack built
Remember this house!

There was the fence that held our love
There was the gate that he walked out of
This is the heart that is turned to stone
This was the house, but it ain't no home
This is the love that I once had
In a dream that I thought was love
This is the house that Jack built
I'm gonn' remember this house!

Oh-ohh wha-a-at's the use of crying?
Because I brought it on myself
There's no denying
But it see-e-ee-ems awful funny
That I didn't understand
Was it a house of an upright man

Up on the hill
There's a big plan still
In the house that Jack built

Listen!
I got the house
I got the car
I got the rug
And I got the rack
But I ain't got Jack
And I want my Jack back!

I turned my back on Jack
He said he wasn't coming back
I turned my back on Jack
he said he wasn't coming back
Ohhh, Jack
Ohh! Come on back
Ohh Jack
Oh come on back
He wanted to use me

I didn't understand
I said, I want my upright man 

Cet Homme Que Voilà
Composer(s): Richard Cocciante - Marco Luberti
Performer(s): Johnny Hallyday



Tu vas t'asseoir ici
Et tu vas m'écouter
La femme que j'aimais
Tu me l'as fait quitter
Et je suis devenu
Cet homme que voilà
Et te voilà perdu
Eperdu de remords
Pour n'avoir jamais su
Résister à ton corps
Tu ne le verras plus
Cet homme que voilà

Je vais laisser la place
Je plains mon successeur
Un jour quoi que tu fasses
Tu feras son malheur
Tu te rappelleras
Cet homme que voilà

Je connais ton programme
Je vois ton avenir
D'autres mains te réclament
Que tu vas faire souffrir
Tes jolis yeux sans âme
Me dégouttent à vomir

Va détruire le bonheur
Fait ton travail sur Terre
Va faire couler des pleurs
Va déclencher des guerres
Ton joli corps sans cœur
Va le vendre aux enchères

N'attends pas trop longtemps
Les rides n'attendent pas
Ce soir je voudrais tant
Que ton dernier contrat
Que ton dernier client
Soit l'homme que voilà

Na, na, na, na, na, na, na...

Que ton dernier contrat
Que ton dernier client
Soit l'homme que voilà...

Freedom
Composer(s): Richie Havens
Performer(s): Richie Havens



Freedom
Freedom
Freedom
Freedom
Freedom
Freedom
Freedom
Freedom

Sometimes I feel like a motherless child
Sometimes I feel like a motherless child
Sometimes I feel like a motherless child
A long way from my home

Freedom
Freedom
Freedom
Freedom
Freedom
Freedom
Freedom
Freedom
Freedom
Freedom

Sometimes I feel like I’m almost gone
Sometimes I feel like I’m almost gone
Sometimes I feel like I’m almost gone
A long, long, long, way, way from my home

Clap your hands
Clap your hands
Clap your hands
Clap your hands
Clap your hands
Clap your hands
Clap your hands
Clap your hands
Hey…yeah

I got a telephone in my bosom
And I can call him up from my heart
I got a telephone in my bosom
And I can call him up from my heart

When I need my brother…brother
When I need my mother…mother
Hey … yeah … etc.

The House Song
Composer(s): Noel Paul Stookey - Bannard
Performer(s): Peter, Paul & Mary
and multiple other artists



This house goes on sale ev'ry Wednesday morning
And taken off the market in the afternoon
You can buy a piece of it if you want to
It's been good to me if it's been good for you

Take the grand look now the fire is burning
Is that your reflection on the wall?
I can show you this room and some others
If you came to see the house at all

Careful up the stairs, a few are missing
I haven't had the time to make repairs
First step is the hardest one to master
Last one I'm not really sure is there

This room here once had childish laughter
And I come back to hear it now and again
I can't say that I'm certain what you're after
But in this room, a part of you will remain

Second floor, the lady sleeps in waiting
Past the lantern, tiptoe in its glance
In the room the soft brown arms of shadow
This room the hardest one to pass

How much will you pay to live in the attic?
The shavings off your mind are the only rent
I left some would there if you thought you couldn't
Or if the shouldn't that you've bought has been spent

This house goes on sale ev'ry Wednesday morning
And taken off the market in the afternoon
You can buy a piece of it if you want to
It's been good for me if it's been good for you

Cet Anneau D'or
Composer(s): P. Carrel - Boudleaux Bryant - Felice Bryant
Performer(s): Georges Guétary



Cet anneau d'or
Que je pourrai bientôt mettre à ton doigt
Cet anneau d'or
Dira au monde entier que tu es à moi
Et que nous deux devant Dieu et les hommes
On s'est juré un éternel amour

Cet anneau d'or
Pour nous deux jusqu'à la fin du monde
Enchaînera nos cœurs d'une joie vagabonde
Et tu seras pour moi encore plus belle
Quand tu auras cet anneau d'or au doigt!

Cet anneau d'or
Pour nous deux sera la douce chaîne
Qui restera toujours dans ta main et la mienne
Il suffira pour qu'on oublie nos peines
De voir briller ce petit anneau d'or

Cet anneau d'or
Pour nous deux jusqu'à la fin du monde
Enchaînera nos cœurs d'une joie vagabonde
Et tu seras pour moi encore plus belle
Quand tu auras cet anneau d'or au doigt!

Freedom
Composer(s): Paul McCartney
Performer(s): Paul McCartney



This is my right
A right given by God
To live a free life
To live in freedom

Talkin' about freedom
I'm talkin' 'bout freedom
I will fight
For the right
To live in freedom

Anyone tries to take it away
They'll have to answer
'Cause this is my right

I'm talkin' about freedom
Talkin' 'bout freedom
I will fight
For the right
To live in freedom

I'm talkin' 'bout freedom
I'm talkin' 'bout freedom
I will fight
For the right
To live in freedom

Everybody talkin' 'bout freedom
We're talkin' 'bout freedom
We will fight
For the right
To live in freedom

I'm talkin' 'bout freedom
Talkin' 'bout freedom
I will fight
For the right
To live in freedom

I'm talkin' 'bout freedom
I'm talkin' 'bout freedom
We will fight
For the right
To live in freedom

House Of Singing Bamboo
Composer(s): Arthur Freed - Harry Warren
Performer(s): Rosemary Clooney; Adolph Deutsch; Guy Mitchell



Got a place in the sun
A particular one
On a tropical avenue
Far away from it all
That I happily call
The house of singing bamboo
On the windier days
Seems an orchestra plays
On a musical breeze for you
Like a merry salute
From a heavenly flute
To the house of singing bamboo
So here I'll stay, nevermore to roam
From my new old-fashioned South Sea home
You don't have to count sheep
That's for "Little Bo Peep"
You can sleep till the sun peeks through
You can dream any dream
For you know that your dreams come true
When you live in a house
In a house of singing bamboo

Cet Air-Là
Composer(s): Robert Gall - Alain Goraguer
Performer(s): France Gall; April March



Quand ils sont longs les jours de pluie
Quand je suis seule quand je m'ennuie
Que dans un rythme monotone
Au fond de moi ton nom résonne

Il me reste cet air-là
Qui vient me parler de toi
Car en chantant cet air-là
Je ne peux penser qu'à toi

Lorsque tour à tour dans ma vie
Que je n't'ai pas vu de la semaine
Que je dis comme une litanie
À mon oreiller que je t'aime

Il me reste cet air-là
Qui vient me parler de toi
Car en chantant cet air-là
Je ne peux penser qu'à toi

Sur le triste quai d'une gare
Si un jour la vie nous sépare
Ou que ton cœur change de route
Moi j'aurai le mien en déroute

Il restera cet air-là
À jamais au fond de moi
Car pour toujours cet air-là
Parlera de toi et moi

Il restera cet air-là
À jamais au fond de moi
Et je sais que cet air-là
Te ramènera vers moi

Freebootin'
Composer(s): Robert B. Sherman; Richard M. Sherman
Performer(s): Johnny Whitaker & Jeff East



Tom and Huck:
Freebootin'
Freebootin'
Kickin' up our feet in the sand
Freebootin'
Freebootin'
Livin' off the fat of the land

Got no doors to shut us in
We got no ties that bind
Rollin' down the road to sin
Without no never mind

Huck:
Like a big fat cow
A-chewin' on her cud

Tom:
Like a cat fish grubbin'
In the bottom of the mud

Huck:
We're happy as a coot
And we don't give a hoot

Tom and Huck:
Ain't we fine?

Freebootin'
Freebootin'
Kickin' up our feet in the sand
Freebootin'
Freebootin'
Livin' off the fat of the land

Nobody's tellin' us when to rise
Or when to sleep or eat
Nobody's here to criticize
Or whack us on the seat

Like a hog in the slime
We're wallerin' our time
Doin' what we're doin'
And it ain't no crime
We don't give a dang
Let the world go hang
Ain't life sweet?
Freebootin'
Freebootin'
Kickin' up our feet in the sand
Freebootin'
Freebootin'
Livin' off the fat of the land

We're thick as thieves
And tough as mules
We don't know wrong from right
Got no bounds
Got no rules
We don't know day from night

We got no worries
We just don't care
Mean as a buzzard
And hungry as a bear
Better steer clear
And you better beware
We may bite!

The House Is Haunted (By The Echo Of Your Last Goodbye)
Composer(s): Billy Rose - Basil Adlam
Performer(s): Mel Tormé
and multiple other artists



The house is haunted by the echo of your last goodbye
The house is haunted by the mem'ries that refuse to die
I can't get away from a vision that brings
Intimate glimpses of intimate things
A voice in my heart like a torch singer sings
I wonder who's kissing her now?
The house is haunted by the echo of your fav'rite song
The place is cluttered up with mem'ries that have lived too long
Much too long
The ceiling is white, but the shadows are black
The ghost in my heart says she'll never come back
The house is haunted by the echo of your last goodbye
I'll never forget you, I'll never forget you
The house is haunted by the echo of your last goodbye

C'est What?
Composer(s): Rick Davies
Performer(s): Supertramp



Yes I've been waiting
Waiting patiently and waiting

Well if you ever feeling sorry
So sorry for yourself
And they tell you not to worry
Just leave your problems on the shelf

C'est what? C'est what, oh well C'est what?
That's what they tell you
C'est what? C'est what, oh well C'est what?
Day and night

You're on the inside looking outside
Wishing you were somewhere else
But you sit back with reservations
As you count up all your unearned wealth

C'est what? C'est what, oh well C'est what?
Ah they're sayin' it again
C'est what? C'est what, oh well C'est what?
You know it and I know it too

Well let me tell you a story
Like the ones I used to know
'Bout love and all its glory
Well I'm sorry but it just ain't so

It took a long time just to get even
If you know just what I mean
So let's call it even Steven
In the land of broken dreams

C'est what? C'est what, oh well C'est what?
Ah they're at it again
C'est what? C'est what, oh well C'est what?
Every day and every night
I can't take it anymore

Gonna get it, don't sweat it
Don't apologize, it's all around you
Gonna get it, don't sweat it
Don't apologize, it's all around you

You may never be all that you wanna be
Deep down inside you, you know it will never be
No bed of roses or walk down the avenue
Culturally, socially, people walk over you
Get with the program and make with the attitude
Life is a dream if you face it my friend

Hey Hey