The Love I Lost
Composer(s): Kenny Gamble - Leon Huff
First release by: Harold Melvin & the Blue Notes - 1973



I can remember planning
Building my whole world around you
And I can remember hoping
That you and I could make it on through
But something went wrong
We loved each other
We just couldn't get along
Take a good look at me
I'm in misery, can't you see

The love I lost (the love, the love I lost)
Was a sweet love (it was a sweet love)
The love I lost (the love, the love I lost)
Was complete love (it was complete love)
The love I lost (the love I lost)
I will never (never) no no never
(Never) love again ooh

I can't remember nothing, no no
But the good times we used to share
I'm so sad and lonely
Without you my life is so dead
I'm sorry to say
You go your way and I'll go my way
It hurts deep inside
The day we said goodbye, but

The love I lost (the love, the love I lost)
Was a sweet love (it was a sweet love)
The love I lost (the love, the love I lost)
Was complete love (it was complete love)
The love I lost ooh ooh
I will never (never) no no never
(Never) love again (I'll never love again)
I will never (never) no no never
(Never) love again ooh ooh ooh ooh
I will never (never) no no never
(Never) love again

The love, the love I lost, ooh
The love, the love I lost

The love I lost (the love, the love I lost)
Was a sweet love (it was a sweet love)
The love I lost (the love, the love I lost)
Was complete love (it was complete love)
The love I lost ooh ooh
I will never (never) no no never
(Never) love again (I'll never love again)
I will never (never) no no never
(Never) love again ooh ooh ooh ooh
I will never (never) no no never
(Never) love again

Che Cosa Resterà Di Me ((aka Che Cosa Resta (Franco Battiato - 1999))
((Adapted from: Que Reste-T-Il De Nos Amours? (Charles Trenet) - 1942))
Composer(s): Charles Trenet - Léo Chauliac - Franco Battiato
Performer(s): Gianni Morandi - 1988

Versions In Other Languages:
1957 - I Wish You Love (Keely Smith)
1977 - Ce-A Mai Iramas? (Alla Baianova)



Lo sai che più s'invecchia 
più affiorano ricordi lontanissimi 
come se fosse ieri 
mi vedo a volte in braccio a mia madre 
e sento ancora i teneri commenti di mio padre
I pranzi le domeniche dai nonni 
le voglie e le esplosioni irrazionali 
i primi passi, gioie e dispiaceri
La prima goccia bianca che spavento 
e che piacere strano 
e un innamoramento senza senso 
per legge naturale a quell'età 
I primi accordi su di un organo da chiesa in sacrestia 
ed un dogmatico rispetto 
per le istituzioni

Che cosa resterà di me 
del transito terrestre 
di tutte le impressioni 
che ho avuto in questa vita

Mi piacciono le scelte passionali 
quella saggezza pratica che si tramanda il popolo 
adoro quando sto lontano qualche settimana 
quell'atmosfera che ritrovo ritornando qui in Emilia 
figlio di un pensiero rosso e partigiano
Di recente ho qualche fremito diverso sul creato
Anch'io a guardarmi bene vivo da millenni 
e vengo dritto dalla civiltà più alta dei Sumeri 
dall'arte cuneiforme degli scribi 
e dormo spesso dentro a un sacco a pelo 
perché non voglio perdere i contatti con la terra

Che cosa resterà di me 
del transito terrestre 
di tutte le impressioni 
che ho avuto in questa vita

Che cosa resterà di noi 
del transito terrestre 
di tutte le impressioni 
che abbiamo in questa vita

Railroad Lady
Composer(s): Jimmy Buffett; Jerry Jeff Walker
Performer(s): Jimmy Buffett;
and various other artists



She's a railroad lady 
Just a little bit shady 
Spendin' her days on the trains 
She's a semi-good looker 
But the fast rails they took 'er 
Now she's tryin', just tryin' to get home again 

South Station in Boston 
To the freightyards of Austin 
From the Florida sunshine 
To the New Orleans rain 
Now that the rail p.a.c.s.
Has taken the best tracks 
She's tryin', just tryin' to get home again 

She's a railroad lady 
Just a little bit shady 
Spendin' her life on a train 
Once a pullman car traveller 
Now the brakeman won't have 'er 
She's tryin', just tryin' to get home again 

Once a high ballin' loner 
He thought he could own 'er 
Bought her a fur and a big diamond ring 
She hocked 'em for cold cash 
Left town on the Wabash 
Never thinkin', never thinkin' of home way back then 

But the rails are now rusty 
The dinin' car's dusty 
Gold plated watches have taken their toll 
Yeah the railroads are dyin' 
And the lady she's cryin' 
On a bus to Kentucky and home that's her goal 

She's a railroad lady 
Just a little bit shady 
Spendin' her life on a train 
She's a semi-good looker 
But the fast rails they took 'er 
Now she's tryin', just tryin' to get home again 

Yes on a bus to Kentucky and home once again

The Lost Chord
Composer(s): Arthur Sullivan - Adelaide Anne Proctor
Performer(s): Enrico Caruso
and multiple other artists



Seated one day at the organ
I was weary and ill at ease
And my fingers wander'd idly over the noisy keys
I know not what I was playing
Or what I was dreaming then
But I struck one chord of music
Like the sound of a great amen
Like the sound of a great amen

It flooded the crimson twilight
Like the close of an angel's psalm
And it lay on my fever'd spirit
With a touch of infinite calm
It quieted pain and sorrow
Like love overcoming strife,
It seem'd the harmonious echo from our discordant life
It link'd all perplexed meanings
Into one perfect peace, and trembled away into silence
As if it were loath to cease

I have sought, but I seek vainly
That one lost chord divine
Which came from the soul of the organ
And enter'd into mine
It may be death's bright angel
Will speak in that chord again
It maybe that only in heav'n
I shall hear that grand amen

Che C'è
Performer(s): Antonello Venditti



Che c'è
è ritornato il sole dentro me
e l'aria è più leggera come se
tutto l'amore che cercavi adesso c'è
e non ti manca niente al mondo

Che c'è
che bella 'sta giornata insieme a te
di lacrime e di gioia come se
tutta la vita che speravi è qui per te
e non ti manca niente al mondo
Il tempo ci ritrova qui ancora un'altra volta
i nostri cuori unisoni legati un'altra volta
per te che ci fai liberi ovunque al mondo siamo
in ogni giorno che vorrai io griderò ti amo

Perché
sognavo questa Roma e Roma c'è
e l'aria e' più leggera come se
tutto l'amore che cercavi adesso c'è
e non ti manca niente al mondo

E il tempo ci ritrova qui ancora un'altra volta
i nostri cuori unisoni cantare un'altra volta
per te che ci fai liberi ovunque al mondo siamo
in ogni giorno che vorrai io griderò ti amo

Che c'è
è ritornato il sole dentro me
e l'anima è leggera come se
tutto l'amore che cercavi adesso c'è
e non ti manca niente al mondo

Perché
sognavo questa Roma e Roma c'è
e l'aria e' più leggera come se
tutto l'amore che speravi è qui per te
e non ti manca niente al mondo

Che c'è

Ragtime Cowboy Joe
Composer(s): Lewis F. Muir; 
Maurice Abrahams; Grant Clarke
Performer(s): Jo Stafford;
and various other artists



Out in Arizona where the bad men are
And the only friend to guide you is an Eve'ning star
The roughest toughest man by far
Is Ragtime Cowboy Joe
Got his name from singing to the cows and sheep
Ev'ry night they say he sings the herd to sleep
In a basso rich and deep
Crooning soft and low 

He always sings, raggy music to the cattle
As he swings, back and forward in the saddle
On a horse, that is syncopated, gaited
And there's such a funny meter to the roar of his repeater
How they run, when they hear that fellow's gun
Because the Western folks all know
He's a high-faluting scooting, shooting son-of-a-gun from Arizona
Ragtime Cow Boy Joe

Dressed up ev'ry Sunday in his Sunday clothes
He beats it for the village where he always goes
And ev'ry girl in town is Joe's
'Cause he's a ragtime bear
When he starts a spieling on the dance hall floor
No one but a lunatic would start a war
Wise men know his forty four
Makes men dance for fair

He always sings, raggy music to the cattle
As he swings, back and forward in the saddle
On a horse, that is syncopated, gaited
And there's such a funny meter to the roar of his repeater
How they run, when they hear that fellow's gun
Because the Western folks all know
He's a high-faluting scooting, shooting son-of-a-gun from Arizona
Ragtime Cow Boy Joe

The Lord's Prayer 
Composer(s): Albert Hay Malotte
Performer(s): Frank Sinatra



Our Father, which art in heaven
Hallowed be thy Name
Thy kingdom come
Thy will be done in earth
As it is in heaven

Give us this day our daily bread
And forgive us our debts
As we forgive our debtors
(As we forgive those who trespass against us)

And lead us not into temptation
But deliver us from evil
For thine is the kingdom, and the power, and the glory, for ever (and ever)
Amen

Che Bella Gente ((aka Quelli Là (Duilio Del Prete) - 2002))
((Adapted from: Ces Gens-Là (Jacques Brel) - 1966))
Composer(s): Jacques Brel - Herbert Pagani
Performer(s): Giorgio Gaber - 1971

Versions In Other Languages:
1969 - Dat Soort Volk (Liesbeth List)
1970 - Dit Slag Volk (Herman van Veen)
2001 - People Such As These (The Walkabouts)



Sì avvocato, lei mi parla così della provincia perché non li conosce 
Lei non sa mica come è fatta questa gente qua 
Lo vede quello là, sì quello col testone

lui che a quest’ora qua non sa già più il suo nome
un nome rispettato, la casa sulla piazza
mai che abbia lavorato, arriva qui ogni sera
e inchioda il suo sedere davanti a un tavolino
e affoga nel barbera
Poi quando vien mattino te lo ritrovi dove?
Ma in chiesa sissignore, dritto come una scopa
con l’occhio d’affogato va far la comunione
per smaltire il vino

Mi creda avvocato che quel verme lì non pensa mica sa? No!
Prega!

E poi c’è il fratellino, un "temperapennini"
ragioniere al catasto, incassa bustarelle
distribuisce inchini, peggio d’un dente guasto
pensi che s’è sposato con una mezza gobba
solo perché ha la dote, ma non gli basta mai
Col suo bel cappellino, col suo bel cappottino
col suo bel "seicentino" fa pure lo strozzino!
Non manca una funzione, deve tenere d’occhio
sessanta debitori che lui tiene in ginocchio

Mi creda avvocato che quel fetente là non prega mica sa?
Frega!

E poi ci sono gli altri, la madre sempre muta
che macina golfini e il padre possidente
che è morto scivolando sul pavimento a cera
Da una cornice nera come da una finestra
osserva tutto il gregge che mangia la minestra
e senti fare ‘Chhiu-Chhiu’, e senti fare ‘Chhiu-Chhiu’
E poi c’è la bisnonna che trema ma non muore
le contano le ore e invocano il momento
di chiudere la bara e aprire il testamento

Mi creda avvocato ai funerali di quella gente lì mica si canta sa? 
No, ah, ah, no!
Si conta!

E poi, e poi, e poi
c’è Margherita che è bella come il sole
e lei non ha idea del bene che mi vuole
se ne ama addirittura una casa nostra
è piena di finestre e quasi niente mura
e dentro solo noi a ridere di gioia
la cosa è già sicura, solo che c’è una noia
la sua famiglia è contro,la sua famiglia è contro

Ce l’hanno su con me, mi danno del pezzente
mi danno del barbone, e già per quella gente
è meglio un delinquente ma con la posizione
e anche se la figlia sembra differente
è nata ed è cresciuta in quel ambiente

Da un mese a questa parte la tengono al guinzaglio
e quando ci incontriamo gli occhi di lei mi fissano
e sembra che mi dica che un giorno fuggirà
che mi raggiungerà e allora in quel momento
allora io le credo avvocato ma solo in quel momento
perché da quelle case là nessuno scappa mai!

Ha capito avvocato? Da lì non si va via!
Oh come è tardi! Mi scusi, io torno a casa mia…

Rags To Riches
Composer(s): Richard Adler; Jerry Ross
Performer(s): Tony Bennett;
and various other artists



I know I'd go from rags to riches
If you would only say you care
And though my pocket may be empty
I'd be a millionaire

My clothes may still be torn and tattered
But in my heart I'd be a king
Your love is all that ever mattered
It's everything

So open your arms and you'll open the door
To ev'ry treasure that I'm hopin' for
Hold me and kiss me and tell me you're mine ever more

Must I forever be a beggar
Whose golden dreams will not come true?
Or will I go from rags to riches?
My fate is up to you

Must I forever be a beggar
Whose golden dreams will not come true?
Or will I go from rags to riches?
My fate is up to you

The Lord Knows I'm Drinking
Composer(s): Bill Anderson
First release by: Cal Smith - 1972
Covered by multiple other artists



Hello Mrs Johnson, you self righteous woman
Sunday School teacher, what brings you out slummin'
Do you reckon the preacher would approve where you are
Standing here visitin' with a back-slidin' Christian
In a neighborhood bar

Well, yes, that's my bottle and yes, that's my glass
And I see you're eyeballin' this pretty young lass
It ain't none of your business, but, yes, she's with me
And we don't need no sermon, you self righteous woman
Just let us be

The Lord knows I'm drinkin' and runnin' around
And he don't need your loud mouth informing the town
The Lord knows I'm sinnin' and sinnin' ain't right
But me and the good Lord gonna have us a good talk later tonight

Goodbye Mrs Johnson, you self righteous biddy
I don't need your preaching and I don't need your pity
So, go back to whatever you hypocrites do
And when I talk to heaven, be nice
And I'll put in a good word for you

Yes, the Lord knows I'm drinkin' and runnin' around
And he don't need your loud mouth informing the town
The Lord knows I'm sinnin' and sinnin' ain't right
But me and the good Lord gonna have us a good talk later tonight

Yes, me and the good Lord gonna have us a good talk later tonight

Chauffard
Composer(s): Francis Cabrel
Performer(s): Francis Cabrel



Y a les bandes blanches qui défilent
Et ta vie qui s'accroche à son fil
Tu es dans la zone rouge du compteur
Mais tu ne t'occupes plus des couleurs
Il faut surtout pas que tes mains tremblent
Y a les troncs des arbres qui t'attendent
Même dans les passages difficiles
Y a les bandes blanches qui défilent
Y a le vent qui siffle sous les tôles
Et le cri des pneus quand tu décolles
Et derrière toi la nuit qui retombe
Sur le sillage étroit de ta bombe
Est-ce que c'est ton cœur qui fait hurler la machine
Ou bien le moteur qui bat dans ta poitrine
Et qui propulse ton projectile
Entre les bandes blanches qui défilent
Chauffard
Tu vois le monde autour dans des brumes liquides
Et c'est pour ça que tu cours toujours sur la voie rapide
Chauffard, chauffard
Tu pousses la musique jusqu'au plus fort
Pour pas sentir les doigt de la mort
Et ni les chiens qui aboient dans leur sommeil
Ni les hommes de loi que tu réveilles
Tu vois quelques tâches claires sur le dos des camions
Quelques mots de travers sur des panneaux bidons
Et ton sang fait monter les aiguilles
Jusqu'au rouge des feux que tu grilles
Chauffard, chauffard
Tu vois le monde autour dans des brumes liquides
Et c'est pour ça que tu cours toujours sur la voie rapide
Chauffard, chauffard
Tu dis que tu connais ton nom par cœur
Et que tu préfères le son de ton moteur
Que si jamais personne ne t'arrête
T'iras te crasher sur le fond de la planète
Et que tu vibres quand les virages s'avancent
Et que la vitesse te laisse ta chance
Et que t'es jamais aussi tranquille
Que quand les bandes blanches défilent
Chauffard, chauffard
Tu vois le monde autour dans des brumes liquides
Et c'est pour ça que tu cours toujours sur la voie rapide
Tu vois le monde autour dans des brumes liquides
Et c'est pour ça que tu cours toujours sur la voie rapide
Chauffard, Chauffard
Chauffard, chauffard, chauffard

Raggio Di Luna
Composer(s): Antonello Venditti
Performer(s): Antonello Venditti



Raggio di luna nel mio cuore
nella mia vita ci sei tu
sei come l'acqua come il sole che verr…
raggio di luna nascer…
E E Eh...
Il nostro amore
non sar… mai solo
guerre non vedr
arde come l'oro
per l'eternit...
O O O O O O O O O Oh
O O O O O O O O O Oh
Sorge la luna la montagna
e dalla spiaggia la vedrai
brillano fuochi sulla sabbia intorno a noi
come un vulcano ballerai
E E Eh...
La nostra vita è un lampo
prendimi se vuoi
nudi e senza scampo
balla insieme a noi
Insieme a noi
L'amore è un attimo fuggente
guardami e non fermarti mai
è un fiume chiaro
fiume chiaro e trasparente come te
raggio di luna nascerai
E E Eh...
La nostra vita è un lampo
prendimi se vuoi
nudi e senza scampo
balla insieme a noi
E E Eh
E E Eh

The Longest Time
Composer(s): Billy Joel
First release by: Billy Joel - 1983
Covered by multiple other artists



Oh, oh, oh
For the longest time
Oh, oh, oh
For the longest time
If you said goodbye to me tonight
There would still be music left to write
What else could I do
I'm so inspired by you
That hasn't happened for the longest time

Once I thought my innocence was gone
Now I know that happiness goes on
That's where you found me
When you put your arms around me
I haven't been there for the longest time

Oh, oh, oh
For the longest time
Oh, oh, oh
For the longest
I'm that voice you're hearing in the hall
And the greatest miracle of all
Is how I need you
And how you needed me too
That hasn't happened for the longest time

Maybe this won't last very long
But you feel so right
And I could be wrong
Maybe I've been hoping too hard
But I've gone this far
And it's more than I hoped for

Who knows how much further we'll go on
Maybe I'll be sorry when you're gone
I'll take my chances
I forgot how nice romance is
I haven't been there for the longest time

I had second thoughts at the start
I said to myself
Hold on to your heart
Now I know the woman that you are
You're wonderful so far
And it's more than I hoped for

I don't care what consequence it brings
I have been a fool for lesser things
I want you so bad
I think you ought to know that
I intend to hold you for the longest time 

Chatterton
((English Version: Chatterton (Mick Harvey) - 1995))
Composer(s): Serge Gainsbourg
First release by: Serge Gainsbourg - 1967
Covered by multiple other artists



Chatterton suicidé
Hannibal suicidé
Démosthène suicidé
Nietzsche fou à lier
Quant à moi
Quant à moi
Ça ne va plus très bien

Chatterton suicidé
Cléopatre suicidé
Isocrate suicidé
Goya fou à lier
Quant à moi
Quant à moi
Ça ne va plus très bien

Chatterton suicidé
Marc-Antoine suicidé
Van Gogh suicidé
Schumann fou à lier
Quant à moi
Quant à moi
Ça ne va plus très bien

Ragged Old Flag
Composer(s): John R. Cash
Performer(s): Johnny Cash - 1974;
and various other artists



I walked through a county courthouse square
On a park bench an old man was sitting there
I said, "Your old courthouse is kinda run down"
He said, "Naw, it'll do for our little town"
I said, "Your old flagpole has leaned a little bit
And that's a Ragged Old Flag you got hanging on it"

He said, "Have a seat," and I sat down
"Is this the first time you've been to our little town?"
I said, "I think it is." He said, "I don't like to brag
But we're kinda proud of that Ragged Old Flag

"You see, we got a little hole in that flag there when 
Washington took it across the Delaware
And it got powder-burned the night Francis Scott Key
Sat watching it writing Say Can You See
And it got a bad rip in New Orleans
With Packingham and Jackson tuggin' at its seems

"And it almost fell at the Alamo
Beside the Texas flag, but she waved on though
She got cut with a sword at Chancellorsville
And she got cut again at Shiloh Hill
There was Robert E. Lee, Beauregard, and Bragg
And the south wind blew hard on that Ragged Old Flag

"On Flanders Field in World War I
She got a big hole from a Bertha gun
She turned blood red in World War II
She hung limp and low by the time it was through
She was in Korea and Vietnam
She was sent where she was by her Uncle Sam

"She waved from our ships upon the briny foam
And now they've about quit waving her back here at home
In her own good land here she's been abused
She's been burned, dishonored, denied, and refused

"And the government for which she stands
Is scandalized throughout the land
And she's getting threadbare and wearing thin
But she's in good shape for the shape she's in
'Cause she's been through the fire before
And I believe she can take a whole lot more

"So we raise her up every morning, take her down every night
We don't let her touch the ground and we fold her up right
On second thought, I do like to brag
'Cause I'm mighty proud of the Ragged Old Flag"

The Long Way Around
Composer(s): Ken Edwards
Performer(s): Linda Ronstadt



It's a cinch that I've been wrong
And it's clear it's not been long
Since I was hard on you
But now a time has come
When yesterday don't mean nothin'
Now I'm in love with you
And you've taken me the long way around

Take a look how young we are
A month has changed the moon and the stars
Changing the things we do
You've been lookin' for something strong
When other things don't mean nothin'
Now I'm in love with you
And you've taken me the long way around

Well I can't see beyond the doubt that's in your eye
It's on the outskirts of my fading alibi

It's a cinch that I've been wrong
And it's clear it's not been long
Since I was hard on you
But now a time has come
When yesterday don't mean nothin'
Now I'm in love with you
And you've taken me the long way around
Now I'm in love with you
And you've taken me the long way around

Chatterbox
Composer(s): Johnny Thunders
First release by: New York Dolls - 1974
Covered by multiple other artists



I said chatterbox
I said you squalk a lot
c'mon give me some lips
yeah chatterbox
call you up
don't give me no line
I'm comin' in your home
on the telephone
all dressed up
I got nowhere to go
seems like a fun night
on the telephone
I said chatterbox
I said you squalk a lot
c'mon give me some lips
yeah chatterbox
c'mon c'mon c'mon
yeah chatterbox
c'mon c'mon c'mon
yeah chatterbox
I said chatterbox

Rage In The Cage
Composer(s): Peter Wolf; Seth Justman
Performer(s): The J. Geils Band



Shopping Center crazy
I need some fast relief
The boss says, "Boy, you're lazy"
But I'm just bored beyond belief
Laid off since last summer
Man, this really takes the cake
This town is like a prison
And I just got to make my break
They say "Be cautious, little mister"
They shove it down your throat
I'm 'bout to choke - choke
I'm nauseous - my transistor's 'bout the
only antidote to keep my temperature
from runnin' wild
Let me hear that radio!
Chorus
There's a rage in the cage
There's a rage in the cage
Sweet Diana to the rescue
Hot potato to my aid
She's the girl with the swirl
Like air-conditioned lemonade
But the lady's on the hot-plate
Daddy's threatened to disown
Handcuffed tight in a chain of events
I guess I'm out here on my own
It don't take a PhD
To know I'm goin' nowhere fast
I've got to move - I'm on the move
It don't take much to see
This town is livin' in the past
They all just seem to wanna tie me down
Let me hear that radio!
Chorus
I wanna rock it
I've got to rock it
I've gotta get me on that rocket ship to outa here
This town is wearin' ear plugs
I'm of age and loose to juice
But they say Stop! Stop!
There's a fire in the furnace
Breakin' out and breakin' loose
You know I'm just about to lose my mind
They don't want me paralyzed
They just want me neutralized
Chorus

The Long Way
Composer(s): Dan Fogelberg
Performer(s): Dan Fogelberg



She was lost 
And I thought I was found 
Even so I tried 
To bring her in... 

She was young 
And I had just begun 
To learn that even 
Losing men can win

We went the long way 
We went the long way 
We went the long way... 
Or maybe just the wrong way 
I'll never know

Overnight 
We were shown the light 
Neither of us knew 
To look away... 
So we burned 
And far too late we learned 
That lifetimes can't be lived out 
In a day

We went the long way 
We went the long way 
We went the long way... 
Or maybe just the wrong way 
I'll never know

So, goodbye 
At least me made the try 
Something can be said for 
love that's pure
If and when 
We ever try again 
One thing will be known to us 
For sure... 

We'll go the long way 
We'll go the long way 
We'll go the long way... 
Or maybe just the wrong way 
I'll never know

Chattanoogie Shoe-Shine Boy
Composer(s): Jack Stapp - Harry Stone
Performer(s): Red Foley
and multiple other artists



Have you ever passed the corner of Forth and Grand?
Where a little ball o' rhythm has a shoe-shine stand
People gather 'round and they clap their hands
He's a great big bundle o' joy
He pops the boogie woogie rag
The Chattanoogie shoe-shine boy

He charges you a nickel just to shine one shoe
He makes the oldest kind o' leather look like new
You feel as though you wanna dance when he gets through
He's a great big bundle o' joy
He pops the boogie woogie rag
The Chattanoogie shoe-shine boy

It's a wonder that the rag don't tear
The way he makes it pop
You ought to see him fan the air
With his hoppity-hippity-hippity-hoppity-hoppity-hippity-hop

He opens up for business when the clock strikes nine
He likes to get up early when they're feelin' fine
Everybody gets a little rise 'n shine
With the great big bundle o' joy
He pops the boogie woogie rag
The Chattanoogie shoe-shine boy

It's a wonder that the rag don't tear
The way he makes it pop
Just listen to him fan the air
Here he goes!

He opens up for business when the clock strikes nine
He likes to get up early when they're feelin' fine
Everybody gets a little rise 'n shine
With the great big bundle o' joy
He pops the boogie woogie rag
The Chattanoogie shoe-shine boy

The Chattanoogie shoe-shine boy