The Song From Moulin Rouge (aka Where Is Your Heart)
((Danish Version: Hvor Er Dit Hjerte (Sangen Fra Moulin Rouge) (Gustav Winckler) - 1953))
Composer(s): William Engvick - Georges Auric
First performance by: Muriel Smith - 1952
Covered by multiple other artists



Whenever we kiss
I worry and wonder
Your lips may be near
But where is your heart?

It's always like this
I worry and wonder
You're close to me here
But where is your heart?

It's a sad thing to realise
That you've a heart that never melts
When we kiss, do you close your eyes
Pretending that I'm someone else?

You must break the spell
This cloud that I'm under
So please won't you tell
Darling, where is your heart?

Shawl Of Galway Grey
Composer(s): Hershall Kennedy
Performer(s): Margaret Whiting



She was young and she was pretty and her heart was bright and gay
And she won him so completely in her shawl of galway grey
In her eyes a love was shining like the moonlight on the bay
But her love was for another neath her shawl of galway grey

When the vesper bells were ringing a smile came to her face
For her fisher boy she waited, no one could ever take his place
In her heart there's still a memory and it's there twill always stay
Of the love he left behind him neath a shawl of galway grey

When the vesper bells were ringing a smile came to her face
For her fisher boy she waited, no one could ever take his place
In her heart there's still a memory and it's there twill always stay 
Of the love he left behind him neath a shawl of galway grey

Coffee Club
Composer(s): Gary Kemp
Performer(s): Spandau Ballet



Matthew didn't stay home
he went abroad instead
journeys to glory breathing in his head
got caught up with shoe horns
but he could'nt get a shine
Matthew bought the rap
and read the map without a sign.
Contort yourself on disco
with a rap trap white and brown
caught within the spinning
the key-chain gang went down
no coffee club will have the rub
when product is your answer
discuss the man, he'll break your plan
it's deep within the dancer...
Wear it on your back now
and summerise your vision
on the train and through the strain
your own soul decision
well she had a certain shimmer
she sleeps with him tonight
stifled love decides where I'm dreaming...
No coffee club will have the rub
when product is your answer
discuss the man, he'll break your plan
it's deep within the dancer...

Ride A White Swan
Composer(s): Marc Bolan
Performer(s): Marc Bolan & T. Rex;
and various other artists



Ride it on out like a bird in the sky ways
Ride it on out like you were a bird
Fly it all out like an eagle in a sunbeam
Ride it on out like you were a bird

Wear a tall hat like a druid in the old days
Wear a tall hat and a tatooed gown
Ride a white swan like the people of the Beltane
Wear your hair long, babe you can't go wrong

Catch a bright star and a place it on your fore-head
Say a few spells and baby, there you go
Take a black cat and sit it on your shoulder
And in the morning you'll know all you know, oh

Wear a tall hat like a druid in the old days
Wear a tall hat and a tatooed gown
Ride a white swan like the people of the Beltane
Wear your hair long, babe you can't go wrong

Da-da-da-di-di-da, da-da-da-di-di-da ....

The Son Of Irving
Performer(s): Frank Gallop



You remember how Irving got three slugs in the belly?
How it happened outside the Frontier Deli?
How he lived by his gun and died by his gun?
Well, no one knew fat Irving had a son 

Named Seymour
Tall, slim Seymour
Tall, slim, excellent-looking Seymour
Son of the hundred and forty-second fastest gun in the West 

He had steamy eyes and stood six-foot four
When he walked in the bar, he filled the door
He had a gun in one hand, and the folks would stare
'Cause in his other hand, he had a teddy bear

Seymour
Tall, sissy Seymour
Tall, excellent-looking, sissy Seymour
Son of the hundred and forty-second fastest gun in the West

Seymour was dressed in boots magenta
By his mother, Esther, a dance hall yente
She had one goal, and he never mocked her
She dreamed he'd marry a lady doctor

Seymour
Momma's boy Seymour
Excellent-looking, big baby Seymour
Son of the hundred and forty-second fastest gun in the West 

One day Seymour rode into town
Billy the Kid was waitin' to shoot him down
Seymour disguised himself in a dress and bustle
And rode out of town as Lillian Russell 

Seymour
Side-saddled Seymour
Tall, really excellent-looking Seymour
Son of the hundred and forty-second fastest gun in the West 

But then Seymour made Bad Max a dare
There stood Seymour, one hand on his gun and one on his teddy bear
But Bad Max shot Seymour down in the high noon sun
Stupid Seymour had drawn his teddy, and hugged his gun

Seymour
Mortally wounded Seymour
Not so excellent-looking Seymour
Dead, dum-dum Seymour
Truly, the son of the hundred and forty-second fastest gun in the West
Really

The Shape I'm In
Composer(s): Lee Cathy - Otis Blackwell
First release by: Kenny Lee Martin - 1958
Covered by multiple other artists



I can't go, I can't stay
It's your fault, I'm this way
I ain't ever been, hmm, the shape I'm in
I can't sit, I can't stand
This feeling is so grand
Hoping it never ends, hmm, the shape I'm in
You tell me no, then you tell me yes
You keep my mind a wreck
I'm not gonna ever rest, I'm gonna get you yeah
I feel good, I feel bad
I feel happy, I feel sad
But I love you all over again
I love being in the shape I'm in
Yeah!

I can't go, I can't stay
It's your fault, I'm this way
I ain't ever been, hmm, the shape I'm in
I can't sit, I can't stand
This feeling is so grand
Hoping it never ends, hmm, the shape I'm in
You tell me no, then you tell me yes
You keep my mind a wreck
I'm not gonna ever rest, I'm gonna get you yeah
I feel good, I feel bad
I feel happy, I feel sad
But I love you all over again
I love being in the shape I'm in
Yeah!

Coffee Blues
Composer(s): Mississippi John Hurt
Performer(s): Mississippi John Hurt



This is the "Coffee Blues", I likes a certain brand
- Maxwell's House - it's good till the last drop
just like it says on the can 
I used to have a girl cookin' a good Maxwell House 
She moved away
Some said to Memphis and some said to Leland, but I found her 
I wanted her to cook me some good Maxwell's House 
You understand, if I can get me just a spoonful of Maxwell's House
do me much good as two or three cups this other coffee

I've got to go to Memphis, bring her back to Leland
I wanna see my baby 'bout a lovin' spoonful, my lovin' spoonful
Well, I'm just got to have my lovin'

Good mornin', baby, how you do this mornin'?
Well, please, ma'am, just a lovin' spoon
just a lovin' spoonful
I declare, I got to have my lovin' spoonful

My baby packed her suitcase and she went away
I couldn't let her stay for my lovin'
my lovin' spoonful
Well, I'm just got to have my lovin'

Good mornin', baby, how you do this mornin'?
Well, please, ma'am, just a lovin' spoon
just a lovin' spoonful
I declare, I got to have my lovin' spoonful

Well, the preacher in the pulpit, jumpin' up and down
He laid his bible down for his lovin'
Ain't Maxwell House all right?
Well, I'm just got to have my lovin'

Riddle Me This
Composer(s): E.Y. Harburg; Lewis Gensler
Performer(s): Abe Lyman;
and various other artists



Where do we turn, where do we go?
Riddle me this
Who's the mastermind of the puppet show?
Riddle me this

Whom do we pay? Who's the croupier?
Riddle me this
Who's the one that sweeps all the stakes away?
Riddle me this

Love a little, sin a little
Play the game and win a little
Only to lose

Listen to the money jingle
Isn't it a funny jingle?
Ending with blues

What is the song? What is the rhyme?
Riddle me this
Are there any odds on the wheel of time?
Riddle me this

The Son Of Hickory Holler's Tramp
Composer(s): Dallas Frazier
First release by: Johnny Darrell - 1967
Covered by multiple other artists



Oh, the path was deep and wide
From footsteps leading to our cabin
Above the door there burned a scarlet lamp
And late at night a hand would knock
And there would stand a stranger
Yes, I'm the son of Hickory Holler's tramp

Yeah, the weeds were high, the corn was dry
When daddy took to drinking
Him and Sally Walker, they up and ran away
Then Momma shed a silent tear
And promised fourteen children
"I swear you'll never see a hungry day"

When Momma sacrificed her pride
The neighbours started talking
But we were much too young
To understand the things they said
All we really cared about
Was Momma's chicken dumplings
And a goodnight kiss
Before we went to bed

Oh, you know, the path was deep and wide
From footsteps leading to our cabin
Above the door there burned a scarlet lamp
And late at night a hand would knock
And there would stand a stranger
Yes, I'm the son of Hickory Holler's tramp

When Daddy left and destitution
Came upon our family
Not one neighbour volunteered
To lend a helping hand
So just let 'em gossip all they want
She loved us, and she raised us
The proof is standing here
A full grown man

Last summer Momma passed away
And left the ones who loved her
Each and every one is
More than grateful for their birth
And each Sunday she receives
A big bouquet of fourteen roses
With a card that reads
'The Greatest Mom on Earth'

Oh, you know, the path was deep and wide
From footsteps leading to our cabin
Above the door there burned a scarlet lamp
And late at night a hand would knock
And there would stand a stranger
Yes, I'm the son of Hickory Holler's tramp

The Shadow Of Your Smile
Composer(s): Johnny Mandel - Paul Francis Webster
First release by: Johnny Mandel - 1965
Covered by multiple other artists

Versions In Other Languages:
1966 - Le Sourire De Mon Amour (Juliette Gréco)
1968 - Ten' Tvoei Ulibki (Emil Gorovets)



One day we walked along the sand 
one day in early spring...
You held a piper in your hand 
to mend it's broken wing 
Now, I'll remember many a day 
an' many a lonely mile 
The echo of a piper's song 
an' the shadow of a smile! 

The shadow of your smile 
when you are gone...
will color all my dreams 
and light the dawn...
Look into my eyes, my love, and see 
all the lovely things you are... you are to me! 

Our wistful little star 
was far too high...
A teardrop kissed your lips 
and so did I... 
Now, when I remember spring 
all the joy that love can bring...
I will be remembering
the shadow of your smile! 

Now, when I remember spring
all the joy that love can bring...
I will be remembering
the shadow of your smile!

Coeur Solitaire
Composer(s): Pierre Papadiamandis
Performer(s): Eddy Mitchell



Cœur solitaire
Tête dans les rêves
J' me méfie d' tout et d' toi
J'veux pas plonger

Cœur solitaire
Un peu amer
J' veux t'aider, oui mais moi
J' peux pas t'aimer

Moi je ne tiens pas la route
Toi tu grilles les stops
Tu survis à tes amours
Aux ondes de choc
T'aimes les 'loosers' superbes
Je n' suis qu'un cœur solitaire
T'as trop envie
De t'raconter
Tes lendemains manqués
Passés, brisés

Cœur solitaire
Mais sans mystère
J' fais semblant de te sauver
Pour m' protéger

Pour moi vivre dans le doute
C'est ma vérité
Tu te réfugies dans le Blues
Hors réalité
T'aimes les 'loosers' superbes
Je n' suis qu'un cœur solitaire

Cœur solitaire
Tête dans les rêves
J' me méfie d' tout et d' toi
J'veux pas plonger

Cœur solitaire
Un peu amer
J' veux t'aider, oui mais moi
J' peux pas t'aimer

Cœur solitaire
Tête dans les rêves
J' me méfie d' tout et d' toi
J'veux pas plonger

Cœur solitaire
Un peu amer
J' veux t'aider, oui mais moi
J' peux pas t'aimer

Riddle House
Composer(s): Howard
Performer(s): The Boys Next Door



The street is very wide
and I can't see across it
my house isn't clear to me
the cars move in between

Chorus
And I say: Question
when is a door not a door???
and I say: "That's not right!
answer when it's a jar

The numbers soft as soap
and tend to bend in addition
they're much too wan for me
I'd prefer some consistancy

Chorus

The windows open wide
but I can't see out of it
the view is not very there
some-times I look for it

Chorus

The Soldier Song (aka You Don't Even Know My Name)
Composer(s): Sally Mudd
Performer(s): Sally Mudd



You got a call to leave today
No long goodbyes
You were instructed to be brave
Soldier, dry your eyes
You've got to leave your fam'ly behind
So I can be with mine
And you don't even know my name

I'm the man, I'm the babies
I'm the little old ladies
Who lay down their heads at night
With peaceful dreams of a world to be
'Cause you're fighting for our lives
And you don't even know my name

I think about you ev'ry day
And what you're going through
Are you cold, are you afraid
Are you wonderin' why God chose you
Will I ever be able to tell you how grateful
I am for who you are
When you don't even know my name

I'm the man, I'm the babies
I'm the little old ladies
Who lay down their heads at night
With peaceful dreams of a world to be
'Cause you're fighting for our lives
And you don't even know my name
(Don't know my name, don't know my name)
And you don't even know my name
(Don't know my name, don't know my name)

I wanna say thank you, thank you, thank you
Thank you, thank you, thank you
I wanna say thank you, thank you, thank you
Soldier

Le Sourire De Mon Amour
((Adapted from: The Shadow Of Your Smile (Johnny Mandel) - 1965))
((Russian Version: Ten' Tvoei Ulibki (Emil Gorovets) - 1968))
Composer(s): Johnny Mandel - Paul Francis Webster - Eddy Marnay 
Performer(s): Juliette Gréco - 1966



Quand j'ai vu le sourire de mon amour
J'ai confondu la nuit avec le jour
J'ai laissé mon cœur se prendre au jeu
Et j'ai bu ses lèvres avec mes yeux

Sans savoir s'il voulait vraiment de moi
Je me suis réveillée, entre ses bras
Et le temps d'un rire heureux, le temps d'un soupir à deux
Je me suis perdue dans le sourire de mon amour

Et le temps d'un rire heureux, le temps d'un soupir à deux
Je me suis perdue dans le sourire de mon amour

Coeur Dessus, Coeur Dessous
Performer(s): Charles Aznavour



Emporte-moi au fil du temps
Ton coeur dessus, mon coeur dessous
Réveille en moi des cris d'enfants
Ton coeur dessus, mon coeur dessous

Que ta tendresse sourde en moi
Comme un ruisseau qui veut jaillir
Que ton amour m'ouvre la voie
Même s'il doit un jour mourir

J'aurai connu des jours heureux
Ton coeur dessus, mon coeur dessous
Emporte-moi c'est merveilleux
Ton coeur dessus, mon coeur dessous

Apporte-moi ce bonheur qui me grise
Pour changer ma vie
Forger ma vie
Combler ma vie
Dis-moi les mots qui je veux que tu dises
Pour trembler de joie
Toi seul peut me donner
Un peu d'éternité

Enlace-moi je veux rêver
En fermant les yeux
Emporte-moi c'est merveilleux
Ton coeur dessus, mon coeur dessous

Ricochet (Rick-O-Shay)
Composer(s): Larry Coleman;
Joe Darion; Norman Gimbel
Performer(s): Teresa Brewer



They warned me when you kissed me your love would ricochet
Your lips would find another and your heart would go astray
I thought that I could hold you with all my many charms
But then one day you ricocheted to someone else's arms

Chorus:
And baby
I don't want a ricochet romance, I don't want a ricochet love
If you're careless with your kisses, find another turtle dove
I can't live on ricochet romance, no, no not me
If you're gonna ricochet, baby, I'm gonna set you free

I knew the day I met you, you had a rovin' eye
I thought that I could hold you, what a fool I was to try
You promised you'd be faithful and you would never stray
Then like a rifle bullet, you began to ricochet

Chorus:

When you announced our wedding, you made me mighty proud
I whispered "Two was company" but you preferred a crowd
You buzzed around the other girls just like a busy bee
And when you finished buzzin', cousin, you buzzed right back to me

Chorus:

If you're gonna ricochet, baby, I'm gonna set you free

The Soft Parade
Composer(s): Jim Morrison
First release by: The Doors - 1969



When I was back there in seminary school
There was a person there
Who put forth the proposition
That you can petition the Lord with prayer
Petition the lord with prayer
Petition the lord with prayer
You cannot petition the lord with prayer!

Can you give me sanctuary
I must find a place to hide
A place for me to hide
Can you find me soft asylum
I can't make it anymore
The Man is at the door

Peppermint, miniskirts, chocolate candy
Champion sax and a girl named Sandy
There's only four ways to get unraveled
One is to sleep and the other is travel, da da
One is a bandit up in the hills
One is to love your neighbor 'till
His wife gets home

Catacombs
Nursery bones
Winter women
Growing stones
Carrying babies
To the river

Streets and shoes
Avenues
Leather riders
Selling news
The monk bought lunch

Ha ha, he bought a little
Yes, he did
Woo!
This is the best part of the trip
This is the trip, the best part
I really like
What'd he say?
Yeah!
Yeah, right!
Pretty good, huh
Huh!
Yeah, I'm proud to be a part of this number

Successful hills are here to stay
Everything must be this way
Gentle streets where people play
Welcome to the Soft Parade

All our lives we sweat and save
Building for a shallow grave
Must be something else we say
Somehow to defend this place
Everything must be this way
Everything must be this way, yeah

The Soft Parade has now begun
Listen to the engines hum
People out to have some fun
A cobra on my left
Leopard on my right, yeah

The deer woman in a silk dress
Girls with beads around their necks
Kiss the hunter of the green vest
Who has wrestled before
With lions in the night

Out of sight!
The lights are getting brighter
The radio is moaning
Calling to the dogs
There are still a few animals
Left out in the yard
But it's getting harder
To describe sailors
To the underfed

Tropic corridor
Tropic treasure
What got us this far
To this mild equator?

We need someone or something new
Something else to get us through, yeah, c'mon

Callin' on the dogs
Callin' on the dogs
Oh, it's gettin' harder
Callin' on the dogs
Callin' in the dogs
Callin' all the dogs
Callin' on the gods

You gotta meet me
Too late, baby
Slay a few animals
At the crossroads
Too late
All in the yard
But it's gettin' harder
By the crossroads
You gotta meet me
Oh, we're goin', we're goin great
At the edge of town
Tropic corridor
Tropic treasure
Havin' a good time
Got to come along
What got us this far
To this mild equator?
Outskirts of the city
You and I
We need someone new
Somethin' new
Somethin' else to get us through
Better bring your gun
Better bring your gun
Tropic corridor
Tropic treasure
We're gonna ride and have some fun

When all else fails
We can whip the horse's eyes
And make them sleep
And cry 

Sewers Of The Strand
Composer(s): Spike Milligan
Performer(s): Spike Milligan; The Goons



Phew! Yes folks, I can understand their feelings because they are about to play

Sideways through the sewers of the Strand on a Sunday afternoon 
Sideways through the sewers of the Strand will be our honeymoon 

Ankle deep folks in sludge dear we'll walk hand in hand 
They do say that the sewers of the Strand are the finest in the land 

Sideways through the sewers of the Strand will be paradise for two 
Who cares if the atmosphere is blue 

'Cause there's nothing wrong with a good old British pong 
Sideways through the sewers of the Strand with you...

Ah my darling little bride
We meet by accident, folks -- she ran over me with a tram 

Her name was Buler, mine was Jim
I was glad they called me Jim, folks, because that was my name 

I found that she had been going out with an Irish dentist called Phil McCavity 
He walked with a pronounced limp -- l-i-m-p pronounced limp, folks 
Oh the worry turned me grey
This gave me a strange appearance as I was bald at the time
Ah, the first time I met her was late early one morning in Spring 
There was a heavy dew on the grass -- he had just been thrown out of a synagogue for eating during the sermon 
I told her 'Darling, let me take you away from the squalor you live in, and live in the squalor I live in' 
So, we were married in the Spring, folks 
We had the reception in the pond 
There was plenty to drink folks 
And then off we went! Folks! 
Sideways through those naughty sewers of the naughty 
Strand will be a paradise for two (not one but two, folks) 
Who cares if the atmosphere is blue (phew!) 
'Cause there's nothing wrong (is there) with a good old old British Pong! 
Sideways through the sewers of the Strand with you 
I don't mean maybe...

Coeur De Rocker
Dutch Title: Met Rock' N Roll In Mijn Hart
Composer(s): Luc Plamondon; Julien Clerc
Originally performed by: Julien Clerc



Cœur de rocker, cœur de rocker

J'n'étais encore qu'un enfant d'chœur
Qu'j'avais déjà un cœur de rocker
J'n'aimais pas beaucoup l'école
Je n'vivais qu'pour mes idoles yé yé yé

J'n'étais encore qu'un teenager
Qu'j'suis parti vivre ma vie en outsider
Mon père voulait me ret'nir
Tout c'qu'il a trouvé à m'dire
C'est: "tu vas faire mourir ta mère"

Avec mon cœur de rocker
J'ai jamais su dire je t'aime
Oui, mais maman, j't'aimais quand même
Comme personne t'as jamais aimée
Avec mon cœur de rocker
J'ai jamais su dire je t'aime

Oui mais Baby j't'aimais quand même
Comme personne t'a jamais aimée

Oui mais Baby j't'aimais quand même
Comme j'pourrai plus jamais aimer.

De toutes les filles qui m'ont fait craquer
La seule que j'ai vraiment aimée
C'est celle qui m'a quitté
J'ai été bien embêté hé hé hé

C'est vrai qu'j'étais pas très fidèle
Mais j'étais totalement fou d'elle
J'ai voulu la retenir
Tout c'qu'elle a trouvé à me dire
C'est: "Tu vas finir ta vie tout seul"

Avec mon cœur de rocker
J'ai jamais su dire je t'aime
Oui, mais maman, j't'aimais quand même
Comme personne t'as jamais aimée
Avec mon cœur de rocker
J'ai jamais su dire je t'aime

Avec mon cœur de rocker, cœur de rocker

Ricky
Composer(s): William Sheller
Performer(s): Nicoletta



On jouait aux indiens dans la plaine
On se connaissait à peine
Que depuis quelques heures
J'étais la Parisienne
Que, d'un sourire moqueur
On envoie aux fontaines
Aller cueillir des fleurs

Sont venus au fil des semaines
Les soirs où l'on se promène
Dans les bois qui font peur
Sa main a pris la mienne
Et, de gêne en douceur
Avec le peuple Cheyenne
Il est entré dans mon cœur

Ooh, Ricky marchait devant
Et j'étais belle à ses côtés
Ooh, Ricky marchait devant
J'ai bien du mal à l'oublier

Sous les yeux des gens qui comprennent
Tous les enfants qui s'aiment
Nous jouiions au bonheur
Je serai toujours la même
Tu seras toujours meilleur
Toi le roi, moi la reine
Allongés dans les fleurs

Puis il a fallu qu'on apprenne
Ce qu'est avoir de la peine
Le train part de bonne heure
Et, pendant qu'il m'emmène
Les yeux d'un indien qui pleure
Avec le peuple Cheyenne
Resteront dans mon cœur

Ooh, Ricky marchait devant
Et j'étais belle à ses côtés
Ooh, Ricky marchait devant
J'ai bien du mal à l'oublier
Ooh, Ricky marchait devant
Et j'étais belle à ses côtés
Ooh, Ricky marchait devant
J'ai bien du mal à l'oublier...