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Ya Me Enamoré

Ya Me Enamoré
Composer(s): Willy Chirino
Performer(s): Willy Chirino



No sé cómo fue, ni cuándo pasó
Que me enamoré nené y todo se jodió
Ahora sólo pienso en ella
Vivo, canto y sueño por ella
Ya le dije adiós a la soledad
Ahora somos dos en esta ciudad
Ahora mi universo es ella
Nada, nada cambio por ella
Coro:
Ya me enamoré, mi vida cambió
Eee, eeo
Loco me quedé, ella me flechó
Eee, eeo
Rap 1:
En un momento cambió toda la vida mía
Ya se acabaron la tristeza y la melancolía
Para mi alma llegó la calma
Ya tiene dueña mis sueños
Mi música, mi poesía
Y llegó ella pa' tocar mi corazón
Como Hammadi toca el saxofón

Ahora mi universo es ella
Nada, nada cambio por ella
(Coro repite)
Coro 2:
¿Cómo fue? Cómo pasan las cosas cuando son del alma
Rap 2:
No es suficiente una canción
Para decir todo lo que yo te quiero
No hay un bolero ni una balada
Ni nada que cuente cómo yo me siento
Contento, feliz, enamora'o ciento por ciento
Coro 3:
Déjenme tranquilo todas las mujeres
Que ya no estoy en esos menesteres
No cuenten conmigo para el vacilón
Que yo estoy fuera de circulación

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Stop! You're Breaking My Heart


Stop! You're Breaking My Heart
Composer(s): Ted Koehler - Burton Lane
Performer(s): Judy Canova & Ben Blue
and multiple other artists



(Stop, stop, stop, stop)
Stop! You're breaking my heart

Oh stop you're breakin' my heart
This joke is goin' too far
Come out wherever you are
How come you like to do me like you do

Stop you're drivin' me wild
It's tough to take it and grin
And how you're rubbin' it in
Because you know that I'm in love with you

I'm so, you're so,
Oh I don't know I'm losin' all hope
You're much too much
I'm just about at the end of my rope

So stop upsettin' my cart
Look out I'm startin' to burn
The worm will certainly turn
If you don't stop, stop, stop, stop
Stop you're breakin' my heart

Oh stop you're breakin' my heart

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Y'a Le Printemps Qui Chante

Y'a Le Printemps Qui Chante
Composer(s): Jean-Pierre Bourtayre;
Claude François; J.M. Rivat; Frank Thomas
Performer(s): Claude François; Paul Mauriat



Dis, ça fait combien de temps
Que tu n'as pas vu un peuplier
Une fleur des champs?
Si tu as quelques chagrins
Pour les oublier il y a toujours une gare, un train
Change de ciel, viens voir la terre
Voir le soleil et les rivières

Refrain
Viens à la maison y a le printemps qui chante
Viens à la maison tous les oiseaux t'attendent
Les pommiers sont en fleurs
Ils berceront ton cœur
Toi qui es tout en pleurs
Ne reste pas dans la ville
Viens à la maison y a le printemps qui chante
Viens à la maison tous les oiseaux t'attendent
Près des grands étangs bleus
Et dans les chemins creux
On ira tous les deux oublier ce rêve facile

Le premier vent du matin sera ton ami
Quand tu iras t'asseoir au jardin
Et puis le temps passera et tu me diras
Tout mon passé il est loin déjà
Tu ouvriras une fenêtre
Un beau matin, tu vas renaître

Refrain (2x)

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The Highest Heights


The Highest Heights
Composer(s): Florian Senn - Thomas Rechberger - Adrian Sieber
First performance by: Lovebugs - 2009



I climb a tree, so mighty high
I see the world from just beneath the sky
The dreams I dream, they take me high
Oh, it's always worth a try

The time is now, so stop the tease
And may I have your attention, please
The time has come, the curtains call

Will you catch me when I fall? Oh yeah
From the highest heights of all? Oh yeah

I climb this tree, the highest heights
From beneath the stars, I see little lights
The dreams I dream demand their rights
Oh

Will you catch me when I fall? Oh yeah
From the highest heights of all? Oh yeah

How will I ever know?
I've always gotta know
Will you catch me?

Will you catch me when I fall? Oh yeah
From the highest heights of all? Oh yeah
Will you catch me?

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Ya Got Trouble

Ya Got Trouble
From the show "The Music Man"
Composer(s): Meredith Wilson
Performer(s): Robert Preston;
and various other artists



Harold:
Well, ya got trouble, my friend
Right here, I say trouble right here in River City
Why, sure, I'm a billiard player.
Certainly mighty proud to say
I'm always mighty proud to say it
I consider the hours I spend with a cue in my hand are golden
Help you cultivate horse sense and a cool head and a keen eye
'Jever take and try to give an iron clad leave to yourself from a three-rail billiard shot?

But just as I say it takes judgement
brains and maturity to score in a balk-line game
I say that any boob can take and shove a ball in a pocket
And I call that sloth
the first big step on the road to the depths of degreda
I say, first- medicinal wine from a teaspoon, then beer from a bottle
And the next thing you know your son is playin' for money in a pinchback suit
And listenin' to some big out-o'-town jasper hear him tell about horserace gamblin'
Not a wholesome trottin' race, no, but a race where they set down right on the horse
Like to see some stuck up jockey boy sittin' on Dan Patch?
Make your blood boil, well I should say

Now, folks, let me show you what I mean
You got one, two, three, four, five, six pockets in a table
Pockets that mark the difference between a gentleman and a bum
With a capital 'B' and that rhymes with 'P' and that stands for 'pool'

And all week long, your River City youth'll be fritterin' away
I say, your young men'll be fritterin'F
Fritterin' away their noontime, suppertime, choretime, too
Hit the ball in the pocket

Never mind gettin' dandelions pulled or the screen door patched or the beefsteak pounded
Never mind pumpin' any water 'til your parents are caught
with a cistern empty on a Saturday night
and that's trouble

Oh, ya got lots and lots o' trouble
I'm thinkin' of the kids in the knickerbockers shirttails
young ones peekin' in the pool hall window after school
Ya got trouble, folks, right here in River City with a capital 'T'
and that rhymes with 'P' and that stands for 'pool'

Now I know all you folks are the right kind of parents
I'm gonna be perfectly frank
Would you like to know what kind of conversation goes on
while they're loafin' around that hall
They'll be tryin' out Bevo, tryin' out Cubebs, tryin' out tailor-mades like cigarette fiends
And braggin' all about how they're gonna cover up a tell-tale breath with Sen-Sen
Now one fine night they leave the pool hall
headin' for the dance at the Armory Libertine
men and scarlet women and ragtime
Shameless music that'll grab your son
your daughter into the arms of a jungle animal instinct-massteria!
Friends, the idle brain is the devil's playground, trouble!

Townspeople: Oh, we got trouble

Harold: Right here in River City

Townspeople: Right here in River City

Harold: With a capital 'T' and that rhymes with 'P' and that stands for 'pool'

Townspeople: That stands for pool

Harold: We surely got trouble

Townspeople: We surely got trouble

Harold: Right here in River City

Townspeople: Right here

Harold: Gotta figure out a way to keep the young ones moral after school

Townspeople: 'trouble'

Harold:
Mothers of River City,
heed this warning before it's too late
Watch for the tell-tale signs of corruption
The minute your son leaves the house
does he rebuckle his knickerbockers below the knee?
Is there a nicotine stain on his index finger?
A dime novel hidden in the corncrib?
Is he starting to memorize jokes
from Cap'n Billy's Whizbang?
Are certain words creeping into his conversation?
Words like... swell?
And... 'so's your old man'?

Well if so, my friends...

Ya got trouble

Townspeople: Oh, we got trouble

Harold: Right here in River City

Townspeople: Right here in River City

Harold: With a capital 'T' and that rhymes with 'P' and that stands for 'pool'

Townspeople: That stands for pool

Harold: We've surely got trouble

Townspeople: We surely got trouble

Harold: Right here in River City

Townspeople: Right here

Harold:
Remember the Maine, Plymouth Rock and the Golden Rule?
Oho, we got trouble
We're in terrible, terrible trouble
That game with the fifteen numbered balls is the devil's tool

Townspeople: Devil's tool

Harold: Yes, we've got trouble, trouble, trouble

Townspeople: Oh, yes, we got trouble here, we got big, big trouble

Harold: With a 'T'

Townspeople: With a capital 'T'

Harold: And that rhymes with 'P'

Townspeople: That rhymes with 'P'

Harold: And that stands for pool

Townspeople: That stands for pool

Harold: Remember my friends, listen to me
because I pass this way but once

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Stop! In The Name Of Love


Stop! In The Name Of Love
(French Version: Stop Au Nom De L'amour - 1972)
Composer(s): Brian Holland - Lamont Dozier - Edward Holland Jr.
First release by: The Supremes - 1965
Covered by multiple other artists



Stop! In the name of love
Before you break my heart

Baby, baby
I'm aware of where you go
Each time you leave my door
I watch you walk down the street
Knowing your other love you'll meet
But this time before you run to her
Leaving me alone and hurt
(Think it over) After I've been good to you?
(Think it over) After I've been sweet to you?

Stop! In the name of love
Before you break my heart
Stop! In the name of love
Before you break my heart
Think it over
Think it over

I've known of your
Your secluded nights
I've even seen her
Maybe once or twice
But is her sweet expression
Worth more than my love and affection?
But this time before you leave my arms
And rush of to her charms
(Think it over) Haven't I been good to you?
(Think it over) Haven't I been sweet to you?

Stop! In the name of love
Before you break my heart
Stop! In the name of love
Before you break my heart
Think it over
Think it over

I've tried so hard, hard to be patient
Hoping you'd stop this infatuation
But each time you are together I'm so afraid
I'll be losing you forever

Stop! In the name of love
Before you break my heart
Stop! In the name of love
Before you break my heart
Stop! In the name of love
Before you break my heart

Baby, think it over
Think it over, baby
Ooh, think it over baby...

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Y'a Du Soleil À Vendre

Y'a Du Soleil À Vendre
Composer(s): R. Gall; H. Giraud
Performer(s): France Gall



Une petite métisse
Balançant sa jupe
À travers les passants se glisse
Et crie comme une perruche

Y a du soleil à vendre
Qu'il est chaud et qu'il est bon
Et si j'étais marchande
Je gagnerais des millions

Presque femme encore enfant
Ange ou bien démon
Elle avance en se balançant
Que veut dire sa chanson

Y a du soleil à vendre
Qu'il est chaud et qu'il est bon
Et si j'étais marchande
Je gagnerais des millions

Une petite métisse
Balançant sa jupe
À travers les passants se glisse
Et crie comme une perruche

Y a du soleil à vendre
Qu'il est chaud et qu'il est bon
Et si j'étais marchande
Je gagnerais des millions!

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Stop Au Nom De L'amour


Stop Au Nom De L'amour
(Adapted from: Stop! In The Name Of Love - 1965)
Composer(s): Brian Holland - Lamont Dozier - Edward Holland Jr. - Eddy Marnay
Performer(s): Claude François - 1972



Stop au nom de l'amour
Avant qu'il soit trop tard
Je sais bien où tu t'en vas
Quand tu t'en vas comme un oiseau blessé
Je connais cet inconnu
Que tu retrouve dans la rue
Tu t'aimes à partager ton cœur
Mais moi dans mon coin j'ai peur

{Si tu m'aimes}
Ne joues plus avec le feu
{Si tu m'aimes}
Ne joues plus avec nous deux

Stop, au nom de l'amour
Avant qu'il soit trop tard
Stop, au nom de l'amour
Avant qu'il soit trop tard

Si tu m'aimes
Si tu m'aimes

Je sais qu'avant d'en arriver là
Tu t'es longtemps battue contre toi
Mais ce soir sais-tu encore
Qui de nous deux est le plus fort?
Il est encore temps je crois de changer de chemin

{Si tu m'aimes}
Ne joues plus avec le feu
{Si tu m'aimes}
Ne joues plus avec nous deux

Stop, au nom de l'amour
Avant qu'il soit trop tard
Stop, au nom de l'amour
Avant qu'il soit trop tard

Si tu m'aimes
Si tu m'aimes

Des jours, des nuits j'ai voulu comprendre
Et j'ai vraiment tout fait pour t'attendre
Mais ce soir tu vas vers lui
Je crois que j'ai perdu ma vie

Stop, au nom de l'amour
Avant qu'il soit trop tard
Stop, au nom de l'amour
Avant qu'il soit trop tard
Stop, au nom de l'amour
Stop, au nom de l'amour
Stop, au nom de l'amour
Stop

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Y'a De La Joie

Y'a De La Joie
Composer(s): Charles Trenet
Performer(s): Mistinguett



{1er Refrain:}
Y a d'la joie
bonjour bonjour les hirondelles

Y a d'la joie dans le ciel par dessus le toit
Y a d'la joie et du soleil dans les ruelles
Y a d'la joie partout y a d'la joie
Tout le jour, mon cœur bat, chavire et chancelle
C'est l'amour qui vient avec je ne sais quoi
C'est l'amour bonjour, bonjour les demoiselles
Y a d'la joie partout y a d'la joie

Le gris boulanger bat la pâte à pleins bras
Il fait du bon pain du pain si fin que j'ai faim
On voit le facteur qui s'envole là-bas
Comme un ange bleu portant ses lettres au Bon Dieu
Miracle sans nom à la station Javel
On voit le métro qui sort de son tunnel
Grisé de ciel bleu de chansons et de fleurs
Il court vers le bois, il court à toute vapeur

{2e Refrain:}
Y a d'la joie la tour Eiffel part en balade
Comme une folle elle saute la Seine à pieds joints
Puis elle dit:
"Tant pis pour moi si j'suis malade
J'm'ennuyais tout' seule dans mon coin"
Y a d'la joie le percepteur met sa jaquette
Plie boutique et dit d'un air très doux, très doux
" Bien l'bonjour, pour aujourd'hui finie la quête
Gardez tout
Messieurs gardez tout"

Mais soudain voilà je m'éveille dans mon lit
Donc j'avais rêvé, oui, car le ciel est gris
Il faut se lever, se laver, se vêtir
Et ne plus chanter si l'on n'a plus rien à dir'
Mais je crois pourtant que ce rêve a du bon
Car il m'a permis de faire une chanson
Chanson de printemps, chansonnette d'amour
Chanson de vingt ans chanson de toujours.

{au 1er Refrain}

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Just Get Out Of My Life


Just Get Out Of My Life
Composer(s): Gunter Johansen - Peter Match - José Juan Santana Rodriguez
First performance by: Andrea - 2009



Everybody's sayin' your love is like a prison
Everybody's tryin' to help me to come free
Everybody's talkin' 'bout all the things I'm missin'
And for all them reasons I must agree

It's too dangerous when we touch
And I love you much too much
Get out of my life, babe

Just get out of my, out of my, out of my head
Just get out of my, out of my, out of my bed
It's beyond belief, but true
I became a slave to you

Just get out of my, out of my, out of my dreams
Just get out of my, out of my, out of my scenes
Where I lose all of my drive
While I'm fighting to survive

Just get out of my life
Get out of my life

Well, you are like a moonbeam that makes me feel so lonely
You are like a mountain and I'm afraid to fall
Every time I'm certain you are my one and only
I know if you leave me, I'll lose it all

'Cause you're overwhelming me
You're too perfect, can't you see?
Please, get out of my life

Just get out of my, out of my, out of my head
Just get out of my, out of my, out of my bed
It's beyond belief, but true
I became a slave to you

Just get out of my, out of my, out of my dreams
Just get out of my, out of my, out of my scenes
Where I lose all of my drive
While I'm fighting to survive
Just get out of my life

Because I love you
More than you will ever know
Would be hard to let you go
But get out of my life
Get out of my life

It's beyond belief, but true
I became a slave to you

Just get out of my, out of my, out of my dreams
Just get out of my, out of my, out of my scenes
Where I lose all of my drive
While I'm fighting to survive

Just get out of my life
Get out of my way, hey...
Or just stay

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Ya Ana Ya Ana (Oh Me, Oh Me)

Ya Ana Ya Ana (Oh Me, Oh Me)
Composer(s): The Rahbani Brothers
Performer(s): Fairouz



Ya ana ya ana ana
wayak serna el esas el ghareeba

Ya ana ya ana ana
wayak w ensaraat makateebi

W aarfo enak habeebi
W aarfo enak habeebi

Ya ana ya ana harab el saif harabt aanaeed el zeena
W iza dhayaani el hawa she said b albak betlaaeeni
W khabeeni w la tkhabeeni
W khabeein w la tkhabeeni

Layaleek b eini shababeek medhweeni
Saferni habeebi saferni b layaleek
Wana aool la tesnsa aala tool la tensa
W oyounak takhedni w tooaadni b layaleek
Tarako tarako sahr el bal wel aashaa lam jnaho
Tarako asameehun al baba aala kateb el damaa w rahoo
Nesyoona w ertaho
Nesyoona w ertaho

Ya ana ya ana
Ya ana ya ana
Ya ana ya ana
Ana weyak

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Stop Your Sobbing


Stop Your Sobbing
Composer(s): Ray Davies
First release by: The Kinks - 1964
Covered by multiple other artists



It is time for you to stop all of your sobbing
Yes it's time for you to stop all of your sobbing
There's one thing that you gotta do
To make me still want you

Gotta stop sobbing now
Yeah, stop it, stop it
Gotta stop sobbing now

It is time for you to laugh instead of crying
Yes it's time for you to laugh so keep on trying
There's one thing that you gotta do
To make me still want you

Gotta stop sobbing now
Yeah, stop it, stop it
Gotta stop sobbing now

Each little tear that falls from your eye
Makes, makes-a me want
To take you in my arms and tell you to stop all your sobbing

Yes it's time for you to stop all of your sobbing
Yes it's time for you to stop all of your sobbing
There's one thing that you gotta do
To make me still want you

Gotta stop sobbing now
Yeah, stop it, stop it
Gotta stop sobbing now
Stop it, stop it
Gotta stop sobbing now
Sobbin' sobbin' sobbing

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Y, Sin Pensar

Y, Sin Pensar
Composer(s): Miguel Mateos
Performer(s): Miguel Mateos



Subí al techo
a ver el huracán
y me senté a esperar
sin pensar
y saco fuerzas
de donde no hay
dejo mi mente en libertad
vagabundear

Oh! ven, ven a mí
me quiero comunicar
sin pensar
Ven tócame
es que prefiero volar
y no pensar

Cada pequeña cosa
que me das
la das como al caminar
sin pensar
Te vi del techo
mi puerta golpear
dijiste vi luz y pase
sin pensar

Ven, ven a mí
mejores cosas se dan
sin pensar
Oh nena ven! tócame
hoy solo quiero jugar
y no pensar

Oh! ven, ven a mí
me quiero comunicar
sin pensar
Oh nena ven! tócame
es que prefiero volar
y no pensar

Oh nena ven!, ven a mí
mejores cosas se dan
sin pensar
Ven tócame
me quiero comunicar
sin pensar

Te quiero, te extraño
te espero, deseo
Te quiero, te extraño
te espero, deseo
sin pensar

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Illusion


Illusion
Composer(s): William Tabanou - Casie Tabanou - Krassimir Avramov
First performance by: Krassimir Avramov - 2009



Give me, give me your time
Show me, show me you’re mine
Give me, give me your time
Show me, show me you’re mine
So I want your touch
All I want is your touch
I need you much
Baby, I need you so much

Show me all I’ve never seen
Wrong, it feels so wrong
To be a part from afar

Your lips can solve it for me
You don’t know how
You don’t know where to go, to go

Give me, give me your time
Show me, show me you’re mine
So I want your touch
‘Cause I want your touch
I need you much
Baby, I need you so much

Give me, give me your time
Show me, show me you’re mine
So I want your touch
All I want is your touch
I need you much
Baby, I need you so much, so much

Aha… aha… aha…

(Give me, give me your time)
Show me, show me you’re mine
So I want your touch
‘Cause I want your touch
I need you much
I need you so much

Give me, give me your time
Show me, show me you’re mine
So I want your touch
All I want is your touch
I need you much
I need you so much

Give me, give me your time
Show me, show me you’re mine
So I want your touch
I need you much

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Y Yo Te Di Una Flor

Y Yo Te Di Una Flor
Composer(s): Silvio Rodríguez



Tú me ofendiste profundo y yo
te di una flor
tú me escupiste el rostro y yo
te di una flor
tú me amarraste las manos y yo
te di una flor
tú me pateaste el pecho y yo
te di una flor
tú me arrojaste al fuego y yo
te di una flor
tú esparciste mis cenizas y yo
te di una flor
te di una flor colorada y brillante
te di una flor para siempre encendida
te di una flor te di una flor te di una flor
te di una flor radiactiva

tú te burlaste de todo y yo
te di una flor
tú exterminaste mis hijos y yo
te di una flor
tú me borraste hasta el nombre y yo
te di una flor
tú silenciaste mi rastro y yo
te di una flor
tú me redujiste a nada y yo
te di una flor
tú respiraste apacible y yo
te di una flor
te di una flor colorada y brillante
te di una flor para siempre encendida
te di una flor te di una flor te di una flor
te di una flor radactiva

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Stop Thinking About It


Stop Thinking About It
Composer(s): Joey Ramone - Andy Shernoff
Performer(s): Joey Ramone



Stop thinking about it
Stop thinking about it
Stop thinking about it
Stop thinking about it
Dwelling is driving me crazy
Obsessing don't you know where that's at
Yeh, you don't know what you want but you want it

Stop thinking about it
Stop thinking about it
Stop thinking about it
Stop thinking about it

This world is driving you crazy
Baby don't you know where that's at
Yeh, you don't know what you want but you want it

Oh oh oh oh oh you don't know what you want but you want it

Stop thinking about it
Stop thinking about it
Stop thinking about it
Stop thinking about it

Ahh nothing lasts forever
And nothing stays the same
Feeling numb all over
And totally deranged
When you finally make your mind up
I'll be buried in my grave

O yeah o yeah o yeah
Allright

You don't know what you want
You don't know what you need
You don't know what you want but you want it

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Y Volvere

Y Volvere
Composer(s): R. López;
G. de la Fuente; Alain Barrière
Performer(s): Raphael;
and various other artists



Amor adios, no se puede continuar
Ya la magia termino
Y ahora me tengo que marchar
Sera mejor seguir nuestra soledad
Si hoy el cielo se cubrio
Quizas mañana brille el sol

No sufras mas
Quizas mañana nuestro llanto quede atras
Y si me dices que tu amor me esperara
Tendra la luz que mi sendero alumbrara

Y volvere
Como un ave que retorna a su nidal
Veras que pronto volvere y me quedare
Por esa paz que siempre, siempre tu me das
Que tu me das

Sera mejor seguir nuestra soledad
Si hoy el cielo se cubrio
Quizas mañana brille el sol

Y volvere
Como un ave que retorna a su nidal
Veras que pronto volvere y me quedare
Por ese amor que siempre, siempre tu me das
Yo volvere

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Copycat


Copycat
Composer(s): Miam Monster Miam - Jacques Duvall
First performance by: Copycat - 2009



Way down in Memphis, Tennessee
There's a guy looking just like me
Wearing the same blue suede shoes
Singing the same old blues

Way down in the US of A
There's a guy doing things my way
Combing the same greasy hair
Hugging the same teddy bear

He's a copycat, trying to steal my soul
But he's too fat to rock 'n' roll
He's a copycat, trying to steal my soul
But he's too fat to rock 'n' roll

Way down in the deep deep South
There's a guy with a girly mouth
Eating the same banana sandwich
Dressed in the same kind of kitsch

Way down by the Mississippi river
There's a guy with a voice that quivers
Driving the same Cadillac car
Chasing the same lucky star

He's a copycat, trying to steal my soul
But he's too fat to rock 'n' roll
He's a copycat, trying to steal my soul
But he's too fat to rock 'n' roll

Way down in America
There's a guy, rich and arrogant
Dating my fair Priscilla
He makes me want to hire a killer

Way down in the land of the brave
There's a guy lying in his grave
'Cause nobody duplicating my jive
Will never get away with that alive

He was a copycat, trying to steal my soul
Now he's too dead to rock 'n' roll
He was a copycat, trying to steal my soul
Now he's too dead to rock 'n' roll

(Copycat) To rock 'n' roll, rock 'n' roll, rock 'n' roll...
(He's too dead) To rock 'n' roll, rock 'n' roll, rock 'n' roll...
(Copy-copycat, copycat)
(Copy-copycat, copycat)
(Copy-copycat, copycat)
(Copy-copycat, copycat) He was a copycat

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Y Vives Con La Ventana Abierta

Y Vives Con La Ventana Abierta
Performer(s): Pablo Guerrero



Afuera cae la nieve y tú sales
y te llenas de frío
Afuera pasa un río y tú sales
te sumerges entero
Y vives con la ventana abierta
tienes abierta la ventana
Afuera un hombre canta y tú sumas
a su voz esperanza
Afuera hay una fecha y haces algo
para que sea mañana
Y vives con la ventana abierta
tienes abierta la ventana.
Afuera hay una guerra y es tu enemigo
cada hombre que mata
Afuera hay charlatanes, sus palabras
están llenas de nada
Y vives con la ventana abierta
tienes abierta la ventana

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Stop The Cavalry


Stop The Cavalry
Composer(s): Jona Lewie
Performer(s): Jona Lewie



Hey
Mister Churchill comes over here to say we're doing splendidly
But it's very cold up here in the snow marching to and from the enemy
Oh
I say it's tough I have had enough
can you stop the cavalry
I have had to fight almost ev'ry night down throughout the centuries

That is when I say
oh yes
yet again can you stop the cavalry
Mary Bradley waits at home in the nuclear fallout zone

Wish I could be dancing now in the arms of the girl I love
Lum a-lum a-lum lum lum a-lum a-lum lum lum lum a-lum lum (a-lum a-lum)
Lum a-lum a-lum lum lum a-lum a-lum lum lum lum a-lum lum (a-lum a-lum)
Wish I was at home for Christmas
Bang! There's another bomb on another town while the Czar and (Jim have tea)

If I get home
live to tell the tale I'll run for all Presidencies
If I get elected I'll stop
I will stop the cavalry
I have had to fight almost ev'ry night down throughout the centuries

Lum a-lum a-lum lum lum a-lum a-lum lum lum lum a-lum lum (a-lum a-lum)
Wish I could be dancing now in the arms of the girl I love

Mary Bradley waits at home
she's been waiting two years long
Wish I was at home for Christmas

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