Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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The Legend Of Xanadu Composer(s): Alan Blaikley - Ken Howard First release by: Dave Dee, Dozy, Beaky, Mick & Tich - 1968
You'll hear my voice, on the wind, 'cross the sand If you should return, to that black barren land That bears the name of Xanadu
Cursed without hope, was the love that I sought Lost from the start, was the duel That was s'possed to win her heart in Xanadu
And the footprints leave no traces Only shadows move in places where we used to go And the buildings open to the sky All echo in the vultures cry as if to show Our love was for a day Then doomed to pass away In Xanadu, in Xanadu, in Xanadu
In Xanadu, in Xanadu, in Xanadu
What was it to you that a man laid down his life for your love Were those clear eyes of yours ever filled with the pain and the tears and the grief Did you ever give your self to any one man in this whole wide world Or did you love me and will you find your way back one day to Xanadu
You'll hear my voice, on the wind, 'cross the sand If you should return, to that black barren land that bears the name of Xanadu
Chantilly Lace ((French Version: Au Camp Du Bonheur (Eddy Mitchell) - 1978)) Composer(s): Big Bopper First release by: Big Bopper - 1958 Covered by multiple other artists
Hello, baaaaby! Yeah, this is the Big Bopper speakin' Ha ha ha ha ha! Oh, you sweet thing! Do I what? Will I what? Oh baby, you knoooow what I like!
Chantilly Lace had a pretty face and a ponytail hangin' down A wiggle in her walk and a giggle in her talk Make the world go 'round Ain't nothing in the world like a big eyed girl To make me act so funny, make me spend my money Make me feel real loose like a long necked goose Like a--oh baby, that's a-what I like!
What's that, baby? But... but... but... oh, honey! Oh baby, you know what I like!
Chantilly Lace had a pretty face and a ponytail hangin' down A wiggle in her walk and a giggle in her talk Make the world go 'round Ain't nothing in the world like a big eyed girl To make me act so funny, make me spend my money Make me feel real loose like a long necked goose Like a--oh baby, that's a-what I like!
Fun, Fun, Fun Composer(s): Brian Wilson; Mike Love Performer(s): The Beach Boys; and various other artists
Well she got her daddy's car And she cruised through the hamburger stand now Seems she forgot all about the library Like she told her old man now And with the radio blasting Goes cruising just as fast as she can now
And she'll have fun, fun, fun 'Til her daddy takes the T-Bird away (Fun, fun, fun 'til her daddy takes the T-Bird away)
Well the girls can't stand her 'Cause she walks looks and drives like an ace now (You walk like an ace now you walk like an ace) She makes the Indy 500 look like a Roman chariot race now (You look like an ace now you look like an ace) A lot of guys try to catch her But she leads them on a wild goose chase now (You drive like an ace now you drive like an ace)
And she'll have fun, fun, fun 'Til her daddy takes the T-Bird away (Fun, fun, fun 'til her daddy takes the T-Bird away)
Well you knew all along That your dad was getting wise to you now (You shouldn't have lied now you shouldn't have lied) And since he took your set of keys You've been thinking that your fun is all through now (You shouldn't have lied now you shouldn't have lied)
But you can come along with me 'Cause we got a lot of things to do now (You shouldn't have lied now you shouldn't have lied)
And we'll have fun, fun, fun now that daddy took the T-Bird away (Fun, fun, fun now that daddy took the T-Bird away) And we'll have fun, fun, fun now that daddy took the T-Bird away (Fun, fun, fun now that daddy took the T-Bird away) (Fun, fun, fun now that daddy took the T-Bird away) (Fun, fun, fun now that daddy took the T-Bird away) (Fun, fun, fun now that daddy took the T-Bird away) (Fun, fun, fun now that daddy took the T-Bird away) (Fun, fun, fun now that daddy took the T-Bird away) (Fun, fun, fun now that daddy took the T-Bird away)
Legend Of Wyatt Earp Composer(s): Harry Warren - Harold Adamson Performer(s): The Ken Darby Singers and multiple other artists
I'll tell you a story, a real true life story A tale of the Western frontier The West, it was lawless, but one man was flawless And his is the story you'll hear
Oooh-oooh-oooh, Wyatt Earp, Wyatt Earp Brave, courageous and bold Long live his fame and long life his glory And long may his story be told
When he came to Kansas, to settle in Kansas He planned on a peaceable life Some goods and some chattel, a few head of cattle A home and a sweet loving wife
Oooh-oooh-oooh, Wyatt Earp, Wyatt Earp Brave Courageous and bold Long live his fame and long live his glory And long may his story be told
Now, he wasn't partial to bein' a marshal But fate went and dealt him his hand While outlaws were lootin' and killin' and shootin' He knew that he must take a stand Oooh-oooh-oooh, Wyatt Earp, Wyatt Earp Long may his story be told
Well he cleaned up the country, the old wild west country He made law and order prevail And none can deny it, the legend of Wyatt Forever will live on the trail
Oooh-oooh-oooh, Wyatt Earp, Wyatt Earp Brave Courageous and bold Long live his fame and long live his glory And long may his story be told Long may his story be told
Chanteur Des Années 80
Composer(s): Chris Michaelessi - Lana Sebastian - Paul Sebastian
Performer(s): Dalida
Toi qui joue et qui chante sur des rythmes fous Des mots qui veulent refaire le monde Et aller jusqu'au bout Toi qui joue et qui gagne coup sur coup Dans des salles en délire qui t'acclament debout Tu n'connais qu'le soleil des rayons lasers Qui brûlent un peu ta peau à chacun d'tes concerts Et ta révolution un jour fera rêver Ça sera ton testament pour ceux qui vont chanter Après toi C'est pour ça n'oublie pas
Laisse un peu d'amour Un peu d'amour,d'amour Laisse un peu d'amour
Chanteur des années 80 l'an 2000 est pour demain
Laisse un peu d'amour Un peu d'amour, d'amour Laisse un peu d'amour Chanteur des années 80
Toi qui boucle ta valise pour t'en aller plus loin En cadillac ou en stop sur les lignes de ta main Tu t'arrêteras peut-être sur la route faire le plein Tes illusions d'hier et tes rêves de demain N'oublie pas d'dire merci comme ça de temps en temps A ceux qui t'ont suivi et même à ceux qui souvent Disaient que ta musique ça n'était que du vent Aujourd'hui s'ils t'imitent c'est qu't'avait du talent C'est pour ça, ne change pas, n'oublie pas
Laisse un peu d'amour Un peu d'amour, d'amour Laisse un peu d'amour Chanteur des années 80 l'an 2000 est pour demain Laisse un peu d'amour Un peu d'amour, d'amour Laisse un peu d'amour Chanteur des années 80
Laisse un peu d'amour Un peu d'amour, d'amour Laisse un peu d'amour Chanteur des années 80 Laisse un peu d'amour
Fumo Negli Occhi (Adapted from: Smoke Gets in Your Eyes - 1933) Composer(s): Otto Harbach; Jerome Kern; Mariano Rapetti Performer(s): Meme Bianchi - 1936 and multiple other artists
No, io non piango sai è soltanto che fumi e il fumo va dentro gli occhi miei fino in fondo al cuore
No, io non piangerò anche se io so che mi lascerai come hai detto tu e non tornerai
Io vivrò la vita senza te ma come io non lo so io vivrò ma solamente per dimenticare te
No, io non piango sai è soltanto che fumi e il fumo va dentro gli occhi miei fino in fondo al cuor
The Legend Of Wooley Swamp Composer(s): Charlie Daniels - Charlie Hayward - Fred Edwards - James Marshall - Joel "Taz" DiGregorio - Tom Crain Performer(s): Charlie Daniels and multiple other artists
If you ever go back into Wooley Swamp son you better not go at night There's things out there in the middle of them woods That'd make a strong man die from fright There's things that crawl and things that fly And things that creep around on the ground And they say the ghost of Lucias Clay gets up and it walks around
But I couldn't believe it, I just had to find out for myself And I couldn't conceive it, I never would listen to nobody else No I couldn't believe it, I just had to find out for myself That there's some things in this world you just can't explain
The old man lived in the Wooley Swamp way back in the gurgling woods And he never did do a lot of harm in the world But he never did do no good People didn't think too much of him They all thought he acted funny The old man didn't care about people anyway All he cared about was his money He'd stuff it all down in Mason jars and bury it all around But on certain nights if the moon was right He'd dig it up out of the ground He'd pour it all out on the floor of his shack And run his fingers through it Old Lucias Clay was a greedy old man And that's all there ever was to it
But I couldn't believe it, I just had to find out for myself And I couldn't conceive it, I never would listen to nobody else No I couldn't believe it, I just had to find out for myself That there's some things in this world you just can't explain
The Crayton boys were white trash they lived over on Parvis Creek They were a real snake and sneaky as a cat And belligerent when they'd speak One night the oldest brother said ya'll meet in the Wooley Swamp later We'll get old Lucias' money and we'll pitch him to the alligators They found the old man out in the back with a shovel in his hand And thirteen rusty Mason jars he just dug up out of the sand And they all went crazy and they beat the old man Then they picked him up off the ground Then they threw him in the swamp and they stood there and laughed Till the black water sucked him down Then they turned around and went back to the shack And they picked up the money and ran But they hadn't gone nowheres when they realized They were running in quicksand. And they struggled and screamed but they couldn't get away Then just before they were gone They could hear that old man laughing In a voice that was loud and strong
Now that's been fifty years ago an' if you go back by there again There's a spot in the yard in back of that shack Where the ground is always wet And on certain nights if the moon is right And you're down by the dark footpath You can hear three yound men screaming And you can hear that old man laugh
If you ever go back into Wooley Swamp son you better not go at night There's things out there in the middle of them woods That'd make a strong man die from fright There's things that crawl and things that fly And things that creep around on the ground And they say the ghost of Lucias Clay gets up and it walks around
But I couldn't believe it, I just had to find out for myself And I couldn't conceive it, I never would listen to nobody else No I couldn't believe it, I just had to find out for myself That there's some things in this world you just can't explain...
Leaves That Are Green Composer(s): Paul Simon First release by: Paul Simon - 1965 Covered by multiple other artists
I was 21 years when I wrote this song I'm 22 now but I won't be for long Time hurries on And the leaves that are green turn to brown
And they wither with the wind And they crumble in your hand
Once my heart was filled with the love of a girl I held her close but she fainted in the night Like a poem I meant to write And the leaves that are green turn to brown And they wither with the wind And they crumble in your hand
Hello hello hello hello Goodbye goodbye goodbye goodbye That's all there is And the leaves that are green turn to brown
Chanter Pour Ceux Qui Sont Loin De Chez Eux
Composer(s): Michel Berger
First release by: Michel Berger - 1986
Covered by multiple other artists
Celui-là passe toute la nuit À regarder les étoiles En pensant qu'au bout du monde Y a quelqu'un qui pense à lui
Et cette petite fille qui joue Qui ne veut plus jamais sourire Et qui voit son père partout Qui s'est construit un empire
Où qu'ils aillent Où qu'ils aillent Ils sont tristes à la fête Où qu'ils aillent Où qu'ils aillent Ils sont seuls dans leur tête
Je veux chanter pour ceux Je veux chanter pour ceux Qui sont loin de chez eux Qui sont loin de chez eux Et qui ont dans leurs yeux Et qui ont dans leurs yeux Quelque chose qui fait mal Qui fait mal
Chanter pour ceux Je veux chanter pour ceux Qu'on oublie peu à peu Qu'on oublie peu à peu Et qui ont dans leurs yeux Et qui ont dans leurs yeux Quelque chose qui fait mal Qui fait mal
Qui a volé leur histoire Qui a volé leur mémoire Qui a piétiné leur vie Comme on marche sur un miroir
Celui-là voudra des bombes Celui-là comptera les jours En alignant des bâtons Comme les barreaux d'une prison
Où qu'ils aillent Où qu'ils aillent Ils sont tristes à la fête Ils sont tristes à la fête Où qu'ils aillent Où qu'ils aillent Ils sont seuls dans leur tête Ils sont seuls dans leur tête
Je veux chanter pour ceux Je veux chanter pour ceux Qui sont loin de chez eux Qui sont loin de chez eux Et qui ont dans leurs yeux Et qui ont dans leurs yeux Quelque chose qui fait mal Qui fait mal
Oui chanter pour ceux Je veux chanter pour ceux Qu'on oublie peu à peu Qu'on oublie peu à peu Et qui ont dans leurs yeux Et qui ont dans leurs yeux Quelque chose qui fait mal Qui fait mal
Chanter pour ceux
Quelque chose qui fait mal Qui fait mal
Je veux chanter pour ceux Je veux chanter pour ceux Qui sont loin de chez eux Qui sont loin de chez eux Et qui ont dans leurs yeux Et qui ont dans leurs yeux Quelque chose qui fait mal Qui fait mal
Chanter pour ceux Je veux chanter pour ceux Qu'on oublie peu à peu Qu'on oublie peu à peu Et qui ont dans leurs yeux Et qui ont dans leurs yeux Quelque chose qui fait mal Qui fait mal
Je pense à eux Je pense à eux Ça fait mal Ça fait mal
Quand je pense à eux Quand je pense à eux Ça fait mal Ça fait mal
Full-Time Lover Composer(s): Frank Jones; Frank Scott Performer(s): The Fabulous Thunderbirds; and various other artists
Well, I found me Yes, I found me a full-time lover Well, I found me Yes, I found me a full-time lover Well, she used to be my part-time woman But she's my full-time lover now
Well, I work the graveyard shift Seven days a week I'm so downhearted I can't hardly even speak I'll tell you the reason The reason why I feel this way I can't find a full-time love Yes, but I think I found one today
Well, I found me Lord, I found me a full-time lover Well, she used to be my part-time girl, man But she's my full-time lover now
Well, people you don't know You don't know the shape I'm in I ask her where she's goin' She tells me where she's been She came home last night Thought she'd be goin' back out the door Then she told me "Baby I ain't leavin' you no more"
Well, I found me Lord, I found me a full-time lover Well, she used to be my part-time girl, man But she's my full-time lover now
Chanter Les Voix
Composer(s): Michel Sardou - Jacques Revaux
Performer(s): Dalida
Agenouillée au pied du lit Dans une chemise de draps Juste au-dessous d'un crucifix Dans une chemise de draps
Petite fille encore hier Quand tout pleurait autour de moi Je m'endormais dans mes prières Et j'entendais chanter des voix
C'était des voix très ordinaires Elle avaient même un peu l'accent L'accent des chansons de ma mère C'était des voix d'enfants Mais des enfants bien ordinaires Qui chantaient leurs chagrins d'enfant Sur des violons bien ordinaire c'était des voix d'enfant
Je ne mens plus dans mes prière Je ne fais plus le signe de croix Mais comme si c'était hier J'entends toujours chanter mes voix
Ce sont des voix très ordinaires Elle ont gardé un peu l'accent L'accent des chansons de ma mère Ce sont des voix d'enfants Mais des enfants bien ordinaires Qui chantaient leurs chagrins d'enfant Sur des violons bien ordinaire ce sont des voix d'enfant
À l'heure où les amours trépassent Quand l'avenir est derrière soi C'est tout un régiment qui passe De chagrin et de feu de joie
C'était des voix très ordinaires Elle avaient même un peu l'accent L'accent des chansons de ma mère C'était des voix d'enfants Mais des enfants bien ordinaires Qui chantaient leurs chagrins d'enfant Sur des violons imaginaires c'était des voix d'enfant
Full Of Fire Composer(s): Al Green; Willie Mitchell; Mabon Hodges Performer(s): Al Green
I'm full of fire (full of fire... full of fire) you're my one desire... baby I'm full of fire (full of fire... full of fire) you can make me cry... I can dance to the music... I can sing all night long... I can play with the band until you hear my song... 'cause I'm full of fire (full of fire... full of fire) see the party lights.... baby I'm full of fire (full of fire... full of fire) its the reason why... I can dance with the fire... burnin'.... burnin' low... I can stay 'til the party is all over... baby I'm full of fire (full of fire... full of fire) I rolled a twenty one... baby I'm full of fire (full of fire full of fire)... life has just begun... Ooo Ooo I can dance to the music... I can under... understand that there must be a power that I hold in my hands... dance... dance... dance... Oh I understand... young man... young man... I say I understand.... I can dance... dance...dance... dance... I understand... there's some things that I know... but I want the horns to blow...
The Laughing Gnome
Composer(s): David Bowie
First release by: David Bowie - 1967
Covered by multiple other artists
I was walking down the High Street
When I heard footsteps behind me
And there was a little old man (Hello)
In scarlet and grey, shuffling away (laughter)
Well he trotted back to my house
And he sat beside the telly (Oaah...)
With his tiny hands on his tummy
Chuckling away, laughing all day (laughter)
Oh, I ought to report you to the Gnome office
(Gnome Office)
Yes
(Hahahahaha)
Ha ha ha, hee hee hee
"I'm a laughing Gnome and you can't catch me"
Ha ha ha, hee hee hee
"I'm a laughing Gnome and you can't catch me"
Said the laughing Gnome
Well I gave him roasted toadstools and a glass of dandelion wine (Burp, pardon)
Then I put him on a train to Eastbourne
Carried his bag and gave him a fag
(Haven't you got a light boy?)
"Here, where do you come from?"
(Gnome-man's land, hahihihi)
"Oh, really?"
In the morning when I woke up
He was sitting on the edge of my bed
With his brother whose name was Fred
He'd bought him along to sing me a song
Right, let's hear it
Here, what's that clicking noise?
(That's Fred, he's a "metrognome", haha)
Ha ha ha, hee hee hee
"I'm a laughing Gnome and you don't catch me"
Ha ha ha, hee hee hee
"I'm a laughing Gnome and you can't catch me"
(Own up, I'm a gnome, ain't I right, haha)
"Haven't you got an 'ome to go to?"
(No, we're gnomads)
"Didn't they teach you to get your hair cut at school?
you look like a rolling gnome"
(No, not at the London School of Ecognomics)
Now they're staying up the chimney
And we're living on caviar and honey (hooray!)
Cause they're earning me lots of money
Writing comedy prose for radio shows
It's the-er (what?)
It's the Gnome service of course
Ha ha ha, hee hee hee
"I'm a laughing Gnome and you don't catch me"
Ha ha ha, oh, dear me
(Ha ha ha, hee hee hee
"I'm a laughing Gnome and you can't catch me"
Ha ha ha, hee hee hee
"I'm a laughing Gnome and you can't catch me")
(One more time, yeah)
Chanter La Vie
((Adapted from: I Have A Dream (ABBA) - 1979))
((German Version: Ich Leb' Im Traum (Nana Mouskouri))
Composer(s): Benny Andersson - Bjorn Ulvaeus - Claude Lemesle
Performer(s): Nana Mouskouri
Chanter la vie, la nuit, le jour Chanter l'amour, chercher l'ami Même quand le monde pleure, à ton réveil Aux passants de l'ombre, parle du soleil
Le pays des anges N'est pas forcément le paradis Les pays des anges Si ton cur est grand, c'est par ici Jusqu'à loubli chanter la vie
Chanter la vie toujours plus haut Dans ses défauts voir un défi Ouvre ta fenêtre sur un arbre mort Un enfant va naître, c'est lui le plus fort
Le pays des anges N'est pas forcement le paradis Les pays des anges Si ton cur est grand c'est par ici Jusqu'à loubli chanter la vie Jusqu'à loubli chanter la vie
Chanter la vie, la nuit, le jour Chanter l'amour, chercher l'ami Même quand le monde pleure, à ton réveil Aux passants de l'ombre, parle du soleil
Le pays des anges N'est pas forcément le paradis Les pays des anges Si ton cur est grand, c'est par ici Jusqu'à loubli chanter la vie Jusqu'à loubli chanter la vie
Full Moon And Empty Arms ((aka All By Myself (by Eric Carmen) - 1975))
((Adapted from: Piano Concerto No. 2 In C Minor, Op. 18 (by Sergei Rachmaninoff) - 1900))
Composer(s): Sergei Rachmaninoff - Buddy Kaye - Ted Mossman
Performer(s): Ray Noble and His Orch. - 1946
and multiple other artists
Versions In Other Languages:
1996 - Sola Otra Vez (by Celine Dion)
2001 - Je Vous Aime Ainsi (by Jeanne Mas)
2003 - Da Solo No (by Tony Henry & The Royal Philharmonic Orch.)
Full moon and empty arms The moon is there for us to share, but where are you? A night like this could weave a memory And every kiss could start a dream for two
Full moon and empty arms Tonight I'll use the magic moon to wish upon And next full moon, if my one wish comes true My empty arms will be filled with you
Full moon and empty arms Tonight I'll use the magic moon to wish upon And next full moon, if my one wish comes true my empty arms will be filled with you
The Latin Quarter Composer(s): Al Dubin - Harry Warren Performer(s): Rudy Vallée; Megan Lynch
So this is gay Paree! Come on along with me We're stepping out to see - the Latin Quarter Put on your old beret - let's sing the Marseillaise And put our wine away like water And are you in the mood - to have some Latin food? And have you ever wooed - a Latin daughter? Hoo-ray for Lafayette - Hoo-ray for crêpe Suzette If you ain't "et" one yet - you ought'er
Come on and (Oo-la-la-la-la-la-la-la Oo-la-la-la-la-la-la-la (Par... lez (Oo-la-la-la-la-la-la-la Oo-la-la-la-la-la-la-la (Fran... çais (Oo-la-la-la-la-la-la-la Oo-la-la-la-la-la-la-la (Their... way Oo-la-la-la Comme si and comme ça Cum si and cum s'ah)
That's all the Frenchmen sing - that's how they have their fling That's how the Frenchmen swing - The Latin Quarter They're fifty million strong - And they can't all be wrong Let's all - oo-la-la-la - oo-la-la-la Oo-la-la-la - Oo-la-la-la
We'll watch an artist paint - He'll take a gal who ain't And paint her as a saint - for just a quarter She poses just for art - She does it from the heart She does it à la carte - He taught'er That gal from Armentières - Who's been around for years Will show you souvenirs - the soldiers brought'er She owes a lot of thanks - to quite a lot of Yanks For what a lot of Francs - they brought'er
Come on and (Oo-la-la-la-la-la-la-la Oo-la-la-la-la-la-la-la (Par... lez (Oo-la-la-la-la-la-la-la Oo-la-la-la-la-la-la-la (Fran... çais (Oo-la-la-la-la-la-la-la Oo-la-la-la-la-la-la-la (Their... way Oo-la-la-la Comme si and comme ça Cum si and cum s'ah)
That's all the Frenchmen sing - that's how they have their fling That's how the Frenchmen swing - The Latin Quarter They're fifty million strong - And they can't all be wrong Let's all - oo-la-la-la - oo-la-la-la Oo-la-la-la - Oo-la-la-la
Chanter
Composer(s): Jean Ferrat
Performer(s): Jean Ferrat
Ils m'addressent leurs chansonnettes Avec au coeur un fol espoir Comme si j'avais le pouvoir De faire d'eux une vedette De notre métier à facettes On ne leur montre évidemment Que le bon côté des paillettes Sous les projecteurs éclatants
On se couche quand ils se lèvent Le monde est beau et souriant Et notre vie n'est plus qu'un rêve Dans leurs têtes d'adolescents L'argent l'amour les grands voyages La gloire acquise à bon marché Toute la panoplie d'usage Que dément la réalité
Chanter Ce n'est pas ce qu'on vous proclame Chanter Il faut s'y jeter à tue-tête À bras le coeur à fendre l'âme Avec un seul point au programme Celui de n'être sûr de rien Celui de n'être sûr de rien
Avoir une santé de fer De la chance avec le talent Et cette faculté de faire Un sourire en serrant les dents En écoutant claquer les portes Sur votre nez à deux battants Penser le diable les emporte Croire en hiver à son printemps
Pour une vedette miracle J'en ai tant vu depuis dix ans Depuis vingt ans encore qui raclent Leur guitare dans les beuglants Leur vie passe par des lueurs D'espoir et de reconcement On les voit marcher lentement Un ver qui leur ronge le coeur
Chanter Ce n'est pas ce qu'on vous proclame Chanter Il faut s'y jeter à tue-tête À bras le coeur à fendre l'âme Avec un seul point au programme Celui de n'être sûr de rien Celui de n'être sûr de rien
Mais si ces propos vous irritent Dans leur sombre réalité Vous allez les jeter bien vite Et n'en faire qu'à votre idée Si vous sentez du fond de l'âme Et du ventre jusqu'à vos mains Brûler cette petite flamme Contre laquelle on ne peut rien
Dans l'allégresse ou la démence Vous partirez un beau matin En suivant le chemin d'errance Des saltimbanques musiciens Que vous soit belle la bohême Que soit clément votre destin Il faut vivre ce que l'on aime En payant le prix qui convient
Chanter Ce n'est pas ce qu'on vous proclame Chanter Il faut s'y jeter à tue-tête À bras le coeur à fendre l'âme Avec un seul point au programme Celui de n'être sûr de rien Celui de n'être sûr de rien
