De Roker
((Adapted from: The Joker (Steve Miller Band) - 1973))
Composer(s): Steve Miller - Ahmet Ertegun - Eddie Curtis - Patrick De Witte
Performer(s): Pieter-Jan De Smet - 2003



We mochten al niet meer op het vliegtuig
Nu mag het niet meer op de trein
Maar ik vrees dat uw klantenkring verkleint

Roken is strikt verboden, baby
Ook in het restaurant
Dus, kleef pleisters, kleef pleisters
Anders blijft u maar thuis

Ik ben een roker, tabakstoker
Ik heb een mooie sigarenkoker
Mon brique est galvanisé

Ik ben een blower, en ik wou er
net één dicht gaan vouwen
Stiekem op de mannenplee

Roken is fataal, het leidt alleen naar de dood
Niet-rokers sterven ook wel, maar (dan) met longen schoon
Nicotine, nicotine, nicotine, 'k stop ermee
Vaarwel Rizla, en Semois grove snee

Chain Of Fools
((Italian Version: Ciao Ciao Ciao (Rocky Roberts & I Pirañas) - 1967))
Composer(s): Don Covay
First release by: Aretha Franklin - 1967
Covered by multiple other artists



Chain, chain, chain (chain, chain, chain)
Chain, chain, chain (chain, chain, chain)
Chain, chain, chain (chain, chain, chain)
Chain of fools

For five long years I thought you were my man
But I found out I'm just a link in your chain.
You got me where you want me
I ain't nothin' but your fool
You treated me mean
Ooh, you treated me cruel

Chain, chain, chain (chain, chain, chain)
Chain of fools

Every chain has got a weak link
And I might be weak, child
But I'll give you strength

You told me to leave you alone
My father said, "Come on home"
My doctor said, "Take it easy"
But your lovin' is much too strong
I'm welded to your...

Chain, chain, chain (chain, chain, chain)
Chain of fools
Chain, chain, chain (chain, chain, chain)
Chain of fools

One of these mornings the chain is gonna break
But up until then I'm gonna take all I can take

(repeat):
Chain, chain, chain (chain, chain, chain)
Chain of fools
Chain, chain, chain (chain, chain, chain)
Chain of fools

Friend And A Lover
Composer(s): Wes Farrell; Danny Janssen; Bobby Hart
Performer(s): David Cassidy & The Partridge Family



Na na na na na, na na na na na, na na na na na
Na na na na na na na, na na na na na, na na na na na
Na na na na na, na na na na na na na

Caught in a dead end, you took the wrong bend
To you I'm your friend, but I wanna be your lover
Caught in a hurricane, out in the cold rain
Couldn't make it much plainer, but you
Still can't discover that I wanna be your lover

Na na na na na, na na na na na, na na na na na
Na na na, na na na na, na na na na na
Na na na na na na na

Night and day, day and night, night and day and night
Whoa! I need you by my side
Inside, outside, upside down
Ev'rything is turned around without you

Up on a tight rope, below is no hope
'Cause I'm only a friend and I wanna be your lover
Caught in a landslide, feel like it's low tide
Well I swallowed my pride, but you
Still can't discover that I wanna be your lover

Na na na na na, na na na na na, na na na na na
Na na na, na na na na, na na na na na
Na na na na na, na na na na na na na na
Na na na na na na na na na, na na na na na
Na na na na na, na na na, na na na na

The Jogger
Composer(s): Shel Silverstein
Performer(s): Bobby Bare



Well, I’ve been a trucker now for 20 years
from the Charleston coast to the Jersey piers
An’ sharin’ the road with the race car nuts and loggers
Sunday drivers, scouts on hikes
Hells Angels on Harley bikes
I never met a roader I didn’t like, 'cept them joggers…

One day I’m rollin’ down 101, I got 18 wheels and a 14-ton
Radio playin’ a good ol’ country rocker
The day was surely a trucker’s dream
the sky was sunny and the air was clean
When up ahead on the road I seen one of them joggers

He was dressed like they do in baby blue
with shortie shorts and a headband too
I yelled "Sweetie, I bet that you are the hit of the men’s room locker
Well I’m a runnin’ late with an overload
so get your Adidas off a this road
I’m L.A. bound and I don’t slow down for dead raccoons or joggers"

"Well without breakin’ stride or losin' poise" 
he said "You and that rig sure make some noise
But I can’t talk now, ‘cause I’m racin’ against the clocker
But it’s just nine miles to Forkers Leap 
and if you ain’t afraid to race that heap
We’ll see how that ol’ rig holds up against a super jogger"

Race, I must be hearin’ wrong
the boy’s been runnin’ in the sun too long
The only place he’s a racin’ to is a doctor
But before I could say "Hey, thank ya, no"
that fool yells "Ready, get set, go"
And the race is on and we’re off and gone
me and that maniac jogger

I could’ve left him far behind 
but I played with him like a fish on a line
And I stayed about a half a mile behind that sucker
Then I pushed her up to forty-five 
and he sees me comin’ and he starts to fly
So I kicked her to sixty and shift to high 
and finally catch that jogger, and it wasn’t easy

Now I’m doin’ eighty and I turned to check
and he’s stayin’ right with me neck in neck
His hearts a thumpin’ like an engine goin’ poo poon pucker… prooon!!
Then he yelled out
"I hope you’re set, cuz I ain’t shifted into second yet"
Then he unwinds and leaves me behind, eaten the dust of a jogger

Then I see him a joggin’ up into the sky and he yells
"Hey, thanks for the exercise’
And I hope that losin’ the race was not too shockin’
Ya see, my Dad says, ‘Heaven ain’t no place to run’
I try to be an obedient son
So I got to come down to earth to do my joggin’"

Well that’s the story, take it or leave it
my trucker buddies, they believe it
So do them race car nuts and Harley hoggers
And I’m still drivin’ much the same 
'cept I don’t call nobody names
And I tip my hat each time I pass one of them good old joggers

Hey, there’s one now
Hey, everybody hangin’ in there
It wasn’t…

Chain Lightning
Composer(s): Walter Becker - Donald Fagen
Performer(s): Steely Dan
and multiple other artists



Some turnout, a hundred grand
Get with it we'll shake his hand
Don't bother to understand
Don't question the little man
Be part of the brotherhood
Yes it's chain lightning
It feels so good

Hush brother, we cross the square
Act natural like you don't care
Turn slowly and comb your hair
Don't trouble the midnight air
We're standing just where he stood
It was chain lightning
It feels so good

Friday's Child
Composer(s): Lee Hazlewood
Performer(s): Nancy Sinatra



Friday's child.....Hard luck is her brother
Friday's child.....Her sister's misery
Friday's child.....Her daddy they call hard times
Friday's child.....That's me

Friday's child.....Born a little ugly
Friday's child.... Good looks passed her by..oh
Friday's child.....Makes something look like nothing
Friday's child.....Am I..ya

Friday's child.....Never climbed no mountain
Friday's child.....She ain't even gonna tray..oh
Friday's child.....Whom they'll forget to bury
Friday's child.....Am I

The Jitney Man
Composer(s): Earl Hines - Gerald Valentine
Performer(s): Earl Hines & His Orch.
and multiple other artists



I'm the jitney man
A regular jockey I am
Any place you want to go
I can take you fast or slow
Boodle-e-a-da-a-day
I'm the jitney man

Oh, I can drive I can
Behind this wheel I'm the man
Take it easy in your seat
Everything will be all reet
Holly-la-ally-ah
I'm the jitney man!

You don't even have to call
Look like you're going somewhere
And I'll be there with the door wide open
Waiting to take your fare

I'm the jitney man
Take you and bring you, my friend
I'm always up and down the street
A jitney driver's got to eat
Boo-deedle-a-dee-ah
I'm the jitney man!

Chain Gang Blues
Composer(s): Spencer Williams
Performer(s): Ma Rainey



Working on the chain gang was not reserved for men alone 
Women and young girls could be sentenced too to work on the "county road" 
as Ma Rainey sings here

The judge found me guilty, the clerk he wrote it down 
The judge found me guilty, the clerk he wrote it down
Just a poor gal in trouble, I know I'm county road bound

Many days of sorrow, many nights of woe 
Many days of sorrow, many nights of woe
And a ball and chain everywhere I go

Chains on my feet, padlock on my hand 
Chains on my feet, padlock on my hand
It's all on account of stealing a woman's man

It was early this morning that I had my trial 
It was early this morning that I had my trial
Ninety days on the county road, and judge didn't even smile

Friday On My Mind
Composer(s): George Young; Harry Vanda
First release by: The Easybeats - 1966
Covered by multiple other artists
Titles In Other Languages:
1967 - La Follia
1980 - Fredag I Mit Blod



Monday morning feels so bad
Everybody seems to nag me
Coming Tuesday I feel better
Even my old man looks good
Wednesday just don't go
Thursday goes too slow
I've got Friday on my mind
Gonna have fun in the city
Be with my girl, she's so pretty
She looks fine tonight
She is out o' sight to me
(Tonight) I'll spend my bread
(Tonight) I'll lose my head
(Tonight) I've got to get
Tonight
Monday I'll have Friday on my mind
Do the five day grind once more
I know of nothing else that bugs me
More than working for the rich man
Hey, I'll change that scene one day
Today I might be mad
Tomorrow I'll be glad
'Cos I've got Friday on my mind
Gonna have fun in the city
Be with my girl, she's so pretty
She looks fine tonight
She is out o' sight to me
(Tonight) I'll spend my bread
(Tonight) I'll lose my head
(Tonight) I've got to get
Tonight
Monday I'll have Friday on my mind
Gonna have fun in the city
Be with my girl, she's so pretty
Gonna have fun in the city
Be with my girl, she's so pretty

The Jarrow Song
Composer(s): Alan Price
Performer(s): Alan Price; Crashed Out



My name is Geordie McIntyre 
An' the Bairns don't even have a fire 
So the wife says "Geordie, go to London Town!" 
And if they don't give us half a chance 
Don't even give us a second glance 
Then Geordie, with my blessings, burn them down 

Come on follow the Geordie boys 
They'll fill your heart with joy 
They're marching for their freedom now 
Come on follow the Jarrow lads 
They'll make your heart feel glad 
They're singing now, yes now is the hour 

My name is little Billy White 
And I know what's wrong and I know what's right 
An' the wife says "Geordie, go to London Town!" 
An' if they don't give us a couple of bob 
Won't even give you a decent job 
Then Geordie, with my blessings, burn them down 

Come on follow the Geordie boys 
They'll fill your heart with joy 
They're marching for their freedom now 
Come on follow the Jarrow lads 
The joy'll make your heart feel glad 
They're singing now, yes now is the hour 

Well I can hear them an' I can feel them 
An' it's as just as if they were here today 
I can see them, I can feel them 
An' I'm thinking nothing's changed much today 

Not all came here to stay their way and die 
But they would come and hit you in the eye 
Now's the time to realize that time goes on 
Nothin' changes, changes, changes 

Now I can feel them, I can see them 
An' it's as just as if they were here today 
I can feel them and I need them 
An' I'm thinking nothing's changed much today 

Not all that people stay their way and die 
But they would come and hit you in the eye 
Now's the time to realize that time goes on 
And nothin' changes, changes, changes 

My name is little Alan Price 
I tried to be nice all of my life 
But I'm afraid that up to date it doesn't work 
Because when you lay some money down 
The people try to put you down 
Now where do I stand, either side or not 

Come on follow this Geordie boy 
He'll try and fill your heart with joy 
We're marching for our freedom now 
Come on follow this Jarrow lad 
He'll try and make your heart feel glad 
We're sayin' it now, yes now is the hour

Chain Gang
((Adapted from: Chain Gang (English Version) (Sam Cooke) - 1960))
Composer(s): Sam Cooke - Eddy Mitchell
Performer(s): Eddy Mitchell - 1963



De douleur je crie...

La, au bout de la terre
Se trouve Chain Gang
La prison de l'Enfer
C'est le nom de Chain Gang

De douleur je crie...

Il n'y a pas de ciel
Au-dessus de Chain Gang
Le soleil et la mer
Sont bien loin de Chain Gang

Nous sommes des centaines
Ignorant, quand notre peine
Sera-t-elle enfin finie
Pour faire naître la vie
Les jours auront passé
Le temps semble s'arrêter
Il n'y a pas de ciel
Au-dessus de Chain Gang
Le soleil et la mer
Sont bien loin de Chain Gang
Et mon cœur te dit
Veux-tu de moi?
Il ne me reste que toi
Tu ne peux m'abandonner
Je ne pourrai t'oublier
Si un jour tu voyais
La prison de Chain Gang
Alors tu comprendrais
Quelle était ma peine
De douleur, tu crieras
Ma, ma, ma, ma, ma vie
Est vraiment finie
Est-il vrai que le paradis
N'est pas fait pour les maudits?
Oooh, ma, ma, ma, ma, ma vie
Est vraiment finie...

Friday I'm In Love
Spanish Title: Viernes Voy Por Ti
Composer(s): Perry Bamonte; Simon Gallup;
Robert Smith; Porl Thompson; Boris Williams
Performer(s): The Cure



I don't care if Monday's blue 
Tuesday's grey and Wednesday too 
Thursday I don't care about you 
it's Friday I'm in love 

Monday you can fall apart 
Tuesday Wednesday break my heart 
Thursday doesn't even start 
it's Friday I'm in love 

Saturday wait 
and Sunday always comes too late 
but Friday never hesitate... 

I don't care if Monday's black 
Tuesday Wednesday heart attack 
Thursday never looking back 
it's Friday I'm in love 

Monday you can hold your head 
Tuesday Wednesday stay in bed 
or Thursday watch the walls instead 
it's Friday I'm in love 

Saturday wait 
and Sunday always comes too late 
but Friday never hesitate... 

dressed up to the eyes 
it's a wonderful surprise 
to see your shoes and your spirits rise 
throwing out your frown 
and just smiling at the sound 
and as sleek as a shriek 
spinning round and round 
always take a big bite 
it's such a gorgeous sight 
to see you in the middle of the night 
you can never get enough 
enough of this stuff 
it's Friday 
I'm in love

The Japanese Sandman
Composer(s): Raymond B. Egan - Richard A. Whiting



Won't you stretch imagination for the moment and come with me
Let us hasten to a nation lying over the western sea
Hide behind the cherry blossoms here's a sight that will please your eyes 
There's a baby with a lady of Japan singing lullabies
Night winds breath her sighs here's the Japanese

Just as silent as we came we'll leave the land of the painted fan
Wander lightly or you'll wake the little people of old Japan
May repose and pleasant dreaming be their share while the hours are small 
Like an echo of the song I hear the Japanese Sandman
call new days near for all here's the Japanese

Sandman sneaking on with the dew just an old second hand man
He'll buy your old day from you 
he will take every sorrow of the day that is through 
and he'll give you tomorrow just to start a life anew 
then you'll be a bit older in the dawn when you wake 
and you'll be a bit bolder with the new day you make 
here's the Japanese Sandman trade him silver for gold 
just an old second hand man trading new days for old

Chain Gang
((French Version: Chain Gang (Eddy Mitchell) - 1963))
Composer(s): Sam Cooke
First release by: Sam Cooke - 1960
Covered by multiple other artists



I hear somethin' sayin'
(hooh! aah!) (hooh! aah!)
(hooh! aah!) (hooh! aah!)
(Well, don't you know)
That's the sound of the men working on the chain ga-a-ang
That's the sound of the men working on the chain gang
All day long they're singin'
(hooh! aah!) (hooh! aah!)
(hooh! aah!) (hooh! aah!)(Well, don't you know)
That's the sound of the men working on the chain ga-a-ang
That's the sound of the men working on the chain gang
All day long they work so hard
Till the sun is goin' down
Working on the highways and byways
And wearing, wearing a frown
You hear them moanin' their lives away
Then you hear somebody sa-ay
That's the sound of the men working on the chain ga-a-ang
That's the sound of the men working on the chain gang
Can't ya hear them singin'
Mm, I'm goin' home one of these days
I'm goin' home see my woman
Whom I love so dear
But meanwhile I got to work right he-ere
(Well, don't you know)
That's the sound of the men working on the chain ga-a-ang
That's the sound of the men working on the chain gang
All day long they're singin', mm
My, my, my, my, my, my, my, my, my work is so hard
Give me water, I'm thirsty
My work is so hard 

Friday
Composer(s): J.J. Cale
Performer(s): J.J. Cale



Monday morning comes too early
Work my back to the bone
All day
Monday I keep thinking "weekend’s coming, gonna go home"
Tuesday I hate, oh tuesday
Ain’t no girls on the streets
Tuesday it ain’t good for nothing
Drinking beer and watching tv
Friday, friday evening
Come on friday, it’s been too long
Friday, friday evening
Come on friday, I wanna go home
Wednesday’s hump day, hump day’s wednesday
Over the hump, the week’s half-gone
If I had my pay on wednesday I’d hang out, the hump day’s gone
Thursday, you know I feel better
I can see the end in sight
Think I’ll write myself a letter
Help myself through the night

The Jack-Ass Song
Composer(s): Irving Burgie - William Attaway
Performer(s): Harry Belafonte



Play that theme man
Jackass will jump and bray, let him bray, let him bray
I say the Jackass will jump and bray
Lordy let him bray, let him bray, everybody!

Now I tell you in a positive way
Don't tie me donkey down there
'Cause me donkey will rump and play
Don't tie me donkey down there

Now me donkey gone mad they say
Don't tie me donkey down there
'Cause his eye on a bale o' hay
Don't tie me donkey down there

Now the news really travel fast
Don't tie me donkey down there
When me donkey in the meadow grass
Don't tie me donkey down there

Now me heart is light and gay
Don't tie me donkey down there
He haw `till judgment day
Don't tie me donkey down there

Chahut-Bahut
Composer(s): Guy Béart
Performer(s): Guy Béart



Grand-père est prolétaire
Papa consommateur
Moi je suis contestataire
Voici pourquoi quand il s'agit de déménager
Le bahut de la salle-à-manger

Quel chahut on a eu
Pour déplacer l'bahut
Chacun tenait sa méthode
Pour le glisser le long de l'escalier
Et le conduire au grenier
Chacun s'accrochait à son opinion
En échangeant quelques gnons
Corps à corps métaphore
Et vase dans l'décor
Moi je ne suis pas d'accord

Chahut-bahut, chahut-bahut
Chahut-bahut, chahut-bahut

Grand-mère lit son bréviaire
Maman l'Observateur
Moi je suis contestataire
Sacré bahut quand on se mit à l'emporter
Chacun tira de son côté

Quel chahut on a eu
Pour déplacer l'bahut
Moi je veux le mettre en pièces
Pour le manier plus commodément
Faut l'couper en éléments
Ma sœur veut se servir d'une manivelle
C'est une intellectuelle
Et Papa pas à pas le pousse par le bas
Moi je ne transige pas
Chahut-bahut, chahut-bahut
Chahut-bahut, chahut-bahut

Enfin vaille que vaille
Le bahut s'ébranla
En faisant trembler les murailles
Ne me demandez pas comment il arriva
Cahin-caha dans le brouhaha

Quel chahut on a eu
Pour déplacer l'bahut
On en discutait encore
Lorsque soudain comme je l'avais prévu
Dans un grand chahut-bahut
Le revoici qui traverse le plafond
Et tranche la discussion
Et l'bahut on l'a eu à peine sur les bras
Qu'toute la maison s'effondra
Et l'bahut on l'a eu à peine sur les bras
Qu'toute la maison s'effondra

Frida Oum Papa
English Title: Beer Barrel Polka
Composer(s): Lew Brown; C. Level; J. Vejvoda
Performer(s): Annie Cordy



Lala lalala
Je suis Frida oum Papa
Lala lalala
La petite gretchein aux gros bras
Lala lalala
C'est moi fraülein oum Papa
Venez donc trinquer avec moi
Frida oum Papa

En Bavière
Mon grand-père
Etait un brasseur de bière
Car je suis née en Bavière
J'suis baptisée à la bière
Ma nourrice
Sans malice
Me gavait de grosses saucisses
Elle voulait que je grandisse
J'ai grandit et me voilà

Avec ma petite plume et mon chapeau
Mes grandes nattes et ma culotte de peau
Dans les tavernes de Munich
Dès que j'arrive, c'est la panique
yawol

On me fait grimper sur un tonneau
Et je chant comme un petit oiseau
Un grand pichet dans chaque main
On chante, on danse jusqu 'au matin

Ein, suein, grosi, ein, suein, grosi
Lala lalala. Je suis Frida oum Papa
Lala lalala. La petite gretchein aux gros bras
Lala lalala. C'est moi fraülein oum Papa
Venez donc trinquer avec moi
Frida oum Papa

Lala lalala
Ich bin fraülein oum Papa
Lala lalala
La petite gretchein aux gros bras
Lala lalala
C'est moi fraülein oum Papa
Venez donc trinquer avec moi
Frida oum Papapi papapa

The Raspberry Song ((aka Everything Is Fresh Today (Jack Hodges))
Composer(s): Milligan
Performer(s): The Goons



(Moriarty) 
Oh, oh! Let me out -- my only crime is eating 

(Secombe) 
Don't worry -- I'll give the screws a song 
The warden won't mind 

(Bloodnok) 
No -- he's doing bird as well 
Maestro 

(Moriarty) 
Take your partners for the ball and chain one step 
One, two, three 

(Bloodnok) 
May I have this dance warden, you can hold my ball 

(Secombe) 
In a little prison where I'm locked in there is a most pecular fellow 
His name is Eccles and he's is in cell nine 
But his voice is soft and mellow 
He keeps a fruit cart in his cell, and all the convicts knows it 
He doesn't sing or rave about his fruit -- he simply blows it 

(Bloodnok) 
He's doing it all night long 

(Secombe) 
It's better than any song 
No, it isn't very pretty, but you've got to admit it's cute 

(Bloodnok) 
Never, never 

(Secombe) 
So all together let it go -- eat more fruit! 

(Bloodnok) 
Don't tell me he's come to stay 

(Secombe) 
Let the wardens hear him say 
Fruit's in season! Let's be merry! 
Apples, plums and the old raspberry 
Everything is fresh today 

(Bloodnok) 
Don't let him get near me, please! 

(Secombe) 
Every Friday night when work is done 
He does not wastes a minute 
To the prison warden he hurries 'round where he sings just like a linnet 
To hear him blow a melody its great, you can't deny it 
And if you've nothing else to do, we'd like the screws to try it 

(Bloodnok) 
No more, please! 

(Secombe) 
Get ready and do it now 

(Eccles) 
The crazy man, you know how 

(Bloodnok) 
God knows it isn't very pretty 

(Secombe) 
You've got to admit it's cute 

(Bloodnok) 
Well...

(Secombe) 
All together let it go -- eat more fruit 

(Bloodnok) 
There isn't a cure they say! 

(Secombe) 
Let the screws all hear him say

(Eccles) 
Don't eat farm laid [wow!] 

(Secombe) 
Every thing is fresh today 

(Bluebottle) 
Hello everybody, remember me, Bluebottle? 
I'm fourteen now and I have got boils...
Though I don't look very pretty, I'm wearing my new brown suit
The only trouble with it is when I go outside I'm struck by fruit

(Bloodnok) 
Don't point him at him I say 

(Secombe) 
It's a treat to hear him play 
Fruit's in season, plums and berries 
Apples, pears and the old raspberry 

(All) 
Everything is fresh to day 

(Bloodnok) 
Someone open a window, please! 

The Itsy Bitsy Spider
Composer(s): Carly Simon
Performer(s): Carly Simon



The itsy bitsy spider climbed up the water spout
Down came the rain and washed the spider out
Out came the sun and dried up all the rain
And the itsy bitsy spider climbed up the spout again

I believe in love
And who knows where or when
Bit it's comin' around again

The itsy bitsy spider climbed up the water spout
Down came the rain and washed the spider out
Out came the sun and dried up all the rain
And the itsy bitsy spider climbed up the spout again

I know nothin' stays the same
But if you're willing to play the game
It's comin' around again

The itsy bitsy spider climbed up the water spout
Down came the rain and washed the spider out
Out came the sun and dried up all the rain
And the itsy bitsy spider climbed up the spout again