Lyrics too good to be by Bob

Loudon Wainwright III

I can picture you there on that stool,
Drinking like a drunken fool,
Sitting there on your ass,
Muttering into your glass,
You're paying for your low life thrills
With wet quarters, soggy one dollar bills,
I know where you are,
I know where you are,
You're down drinking at the bar.

Dean Martin's on the juke box I bet,
Or maybe it's Tammy Wynnette,
The tear jerkers are jerking your tears,
Salt watering your whiskeys & your beers.
You got the Miller high life bouncing balls,
You got the Utica Club waterfalls,
I know where you are,
I know where you are,
You're down drinking at the bar.

Go ahead get drunk it's alright,
Lost weekend on a Tuesday night.
But I'm going to have to give you the score;
I'm not going to call you up on the telephone no more.
I'm sick & tired listening to that phone ring fifteen times,
I'm sick & tired of getting back my dime,
'Cuz I know where you are,
I know where you are,
And I know what you are,
You're a sot—that's what you are,
And I know where you are,
You're down drinking at the bar.

You'd Be Surprised
--sung by Eddie Cantor in 1919

Johnny was bashful and shy
Nobody understood why
Mary loved him
All the other girls passed him by
Everyone wanted to know
How she could pick such a beau
With a twinkle in her eye
She made this reply

He's not so good in a crowd but when you get him alone
You'd be surprised
He isn't much at a dance but then when he takes you home
You'd be surprised

He doesn't look like much of a lover
But don't judge a book by it's cover
He's got the face of an angel
But there's a devil in his eyes

He's such a delicate thing but when he starts in to squeeze
You'd be surprised
He doesn't look very strong but when you sit on his knees
You'd be surprised

At a party or at a ball
I've got to admit that he's nothing at all
But in an easy chair
You'd be surprised

Mary continued to praise
Johnny's remarkable ways
To the ladies
And you know advertising pays
Now Johnny's never alone
He has the busiest phone
Almost ev'ry other day
A new girl will say

He's not so good in the house but on a bench in the park
You'd be surprised
He isn't much in the light but when he gets in the dark
You'd be surprised

I know he looks so slow and so weary
But you don't know the half of it, dearie
He looks as cold as an Eskimo
But there's a fire in his eyes

He doesn't say very much but when he starts in to speak
You'd be surprised
He's not so good at the start but at the end of the week
You'd be surprised

On a streetcar or on a train
You'd think he was born without any brain
But in a taxicab
You'd be surprised

Lazy Bones
by Hoagy Carmichael

"Lazy bones, sleepin' in the sun
How you 'spect to get your day's work done?
Never get your day's work done
Sleepin' in the noonday sun"

"Lazy bones, sleepin' in the shade
How you 'spect to get your corn meal made?
Never get your corn meal made
Sleepin' in the evening shade"

"Lazy bones, dozin' through the day
How you 'spect to make a dime that way?
Never make a dime that way
Never heard a word I say"

Bing Crosby

They used to tell me I was building a dream, and so I followed the mob,
When there was earth to plow, or guns to bear, I was always there right on the job.
They used to tell me I was building a dream, with peace and glory ahead,
Why should I be standing in line, just waiting for bread?

Once I built a railroad, I made it run, made it race against time.
Once I built a railroad; now it's done. Brother, can you spare a dime?
Once I built a tower, up to the sun, brick, and rivet, and lime;
Once I built a tower, now it's done. Brother, can you spare a dime?

Once in khaki suits, gee we looked swell,
Full of that Yankee Doodly Dum,
Half a million boots went slogging through Hell,
And I was the kid with the drum!

Say, don't you remember, they called me Al; it was Al all the time.
Why don't you remember, I'm your pal? Buddy, can you spare a dime?

The Shaggs (Oh, to be a teenager again!)

Why Do I Feel?

Sometimes I feel funny
And bottled up inside
Then for some reason
I just start to cry

Sometimes I feel happy
And overflowing with joy
Then things change
And I start to worry

Why do I feel the way I feel?
Why do I do the things I do?
Why do I feel the way I feel?

Sometimes I worry over nothing at all
Sometimes I think life's just a ball
When life changes and turns the other way
I try to think of something gay

Why do I feel the way I feel?
Why do I do the things I do?
Why do I feel the way I feel?

There are times when I feel sad
There are times when I feel blue
What makes me feel this way the most
Is when I don't know why I do the things I do

Why do I do the things I do?
Why do I feel the way I feel?
Why do I do the things I do?

There are times when I feel sad
There are times when I feel blue
What makes me feel this way the most
Is when I don't know why I do the things I do

Why do I do the things I do?
Why do I feel the way I feel?
Why do I do the things I do?
Why do I do the things I do?

La Danse De Mardi Gras
Bee Deshotels (vocal),
Angelus Manuel (fiddle),
Savy Augustine (triangle) recorded 1956 in Mamou, La.

"Capitaine, capitaine, voyage ton flag.
Allons se mettre dessus le chemin.
Capitaine, capitaine, voyage ton flag.
Allons aller chez l’autre voisin.

Les Mardis Gras devient de tout partout,
Mais principalement de Grand Mamou.
Les Mardis Gras devient de tout partout,
Mais a l’entour du moyeu.

On vous invite tous pour le gros gombo,
Mais la-bas a la cuisine
On vous invite tous pour le gros gombo.
Mais la-bas chez john Vidrine."

1. Good King Wenceslas look'd out,
On the Feast of Stephen;
When the snow lay round about,
Deep, and crisp, and even:
Brightly shone the moon that night,
Though the frost was cruel,
When a poor man came in sight,
Gath'ring winter fuel.

2. "Hither page and stand by me,
If thou know'st it, telling,
Yonder peasant, who is he?
Where and what his dwelling?"
"Sire, he lives a good league hence.
Underneath the mountain;
Right against the forest fence,
By Saint Agnes' fountain."

3. "Bring me flesh, and bring me wine,
Bring me pine-logs hither:
Thou and I will see him dine,
When we bear them thither."
Page and monarch forth they went,
Forth they went together;
Through the rude winds wild lament,
And the bitter weather.

4. "Sire, the night is darker now,
And the wind blows stronger;
Fails my heart, I know now how,
I can go no longer."
"Mark my footsteps, good my page;
Tread thou in them boldly;
Thou shalt find the winter's rage
Freeze thy blood less coldly."

5. In his master's steps he trod,
Where the snow lay dinted;
Heat was in the very sod
Which the saint had printed.
Therefore, Christian men, be sure,
Wealth or rank possessing,
Ye who now will bless the poor,
Shall yourselves find blessing.

"Well the man I'm lovin' he got great long curly hair,
He keeps his shirt wide open so all the womens can see it's there."

-- Jo Ann Kelly

Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
and never brought to mind ?
Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
and auld lang syne* ?

CHORUS:
For auld lang syne, my jo (or my dear),
for auld lang syne,
we’ll tak a cup o’ kindness yet,
for auld lang syne.

And surely ye’ll be your pint-stowp !
and surely I’ll be mine !
And we’ll tak a cup o’ kindness yet,
for auld lang syne.

CHORUS

We twa hae run about the braes,
and pu’d the gowans fine ;
But we’ve wander’d mony a weary fit,
sin auld lang syne.

CHORUS

We twa hae paidl’d i' the burn,
frae morning sun till dine ;
But seas between us braid hae roar’d
sin auld lang syne.

CHORUS

And there’s a hand, my trusty fiere !
and gie's a hand o’ thine !
And we’ll tak a right gude-willy waught,
for auld lang syne.

CHORUS

Yurari yurari yure te iru otomegokoro pinchi!
Kanari kanari yabai no yo tasuke te daarin! kurakurarin
Nanimokamo ga atarashii sekai ni ki chatta wa
Takusan no dokidoki norikoe! fumi koe! iku zo!

Balalaika balalalaika bala laila kaikai!
Kono omoi ha tome rare nai motto otome chikku. pawaa
Kirari n rin chotto kiken na ka.n.ji

Balalaika balalalaika bala laila kaikai!
Mou dokidoki tome rare nai
Motto doramachikku. koi hareruya
Futari dake no balalaika!

Sugoku sugoku chikazui te otome gokoro chansu
Haato haato tobide sou onegai daarin harahararin
Anata dake o mitsume teru atashi ni shiranpuri
Kizui te hoshii no yo tokimeki! yakimoki! suki yo!

Balalaika balalalaika bala laila kaikai!
Sono himitsu o oshiete yo motto otome chikkumoodo
Kirari n rin yappa egao ga suteki

Balalaika balalalaika bala laila kaikai!
Yosomishite cha damedame yo
Motto romanchikku koi shararanra
Kanade tai no balalaika

Onnanoko ha itsu datte yumemiru otome na no
Pyua pyua na kokoro de koi shi te aishi te s. o. sos

Balalaika balalalaika bala laila kaikai!
Kono omoi ha tome rare nai motto otome chikku pawaa
Kirari n rin chotto kiken na kanji

Balalaika balalalaika bala laila kaikai!
Mou dokidoki tome rare nai
Motto doramachikku koi hareruya
Futari dake no balalaika!

Randy Newman

Maybe I'm doing it wrong
Maybe I'm doing it wrong
It just don't move me
The way that it should
Maybe I'm doing it wrong

There ain't no book you can read
There ain't nobody to tell you
But I don't think I'm getting
What everybody's getting
Maybe I'm doing it wrong

Sometimes I throw off a good one
At least I think it is
No, I know it is
But I shouldn't be thinking at all
I shouldn't be thinking at all

Maybe I'm doing it wrong
Maybe I'm doing it wrong
It just don't move me
The way that it should
Maybe I'm doing it wrong

(From it's tacky thread)
Been listening to this again
Lyrics are simple but good.
My translation misses a lot:

Miro la vida pasar/ I look at life passing by

Mi indiferencia natural/ My natural indifference
Curtida en mil batallas contra la pereza/ hardened with a thousand battles against laziness
Borra del mapa todo amor/ erases all love from the map
Porque en mi vida todo acaba como empieza/ because in my life everything ends like it started

Y en plan travesti radical/ And in a transvestite radical way
Le doy la espalda a cualquier muestra de tristeza/ I turn my back on any sign of sadness
¿Melancolía o decepción?/ Melancholy or dissapointment?
¿Felicidad o tentación?/ Happiness or temptation?
Todo podría ir a peor.../ Everything could get worse

[Estribillo]/ Chorus
Mientras tanto miro la vida pasar/ Meanwhile I look at life passing by
Y no sabes cuanto me cuesta aceptar que no volverás/ and you don't know how hard is accepting you won't be back
Por el momento miro la vida pasar/ So far, I look at life passing by
Sin venir a cuento alguien te vuelve a nombrar/ Out of the blue someone names you again

Pasado el tiempo sigo igual/ Time passes, I stay the same
A veces pienso que he perdido la cabeza/ Sometimes I think I lost my head
Y algunos días sin razón/ and some days for no reason
Ya ni me late el corazón/ my heart doesn't even beat
En esta cárcel de rencor/ in this rancor prison

[Estribillo]/ Chorus

Siempre he sido fuerte/ I've always been strong
Aunque a veces he dudado/ But sometimes I doubt
Si la suerte no se ha reído de mí... / if luck didn't laugh at me...

[Estribillo]/ Chorus

- Alaska (Fangoria)

Maybe with the music you'll understand more:

For some reason the uploader does not want people in pinhedz païs mirar la vida pasar.

But let's see the uploader stop this one

1/ Ils ne sont plus
Les beaux jours de l'amitié

Tous mes amis 

Ont quitté les cotonniers

Ils sont partis 

Au pays du grand repos

J'entends leurs douces voix chanter 

Eho vieux Joe!

Refrain

Me voilà, Me voilà,
tout brisé par les travaux,

J'entends leurs douces voix chanter
Eho vieux Joe!



2/ Pourquoi pleurer, 

Quand mon cœur est toujours gai?

Pourquoi gémir? 

Ils ne peuvent revenir.

Depuis longtemps
Ils sont tous partis là-haut:

J'entends leurs douces voix chanter


Eho vieux Joe!

3/ Où sont-ils donc, 

Les amis qu'on aimait tant?

Et ces enfants 

Qu'on berçait si doucement?

Ils sont heureux! 

Près deux je serai bientôt.

J'entends leurs douces voix chanter
Eho vieux Joe!

Sir Walter enjoying his damsel one night,
He tickled and pleased her to so great a delight.
That she could not contain t’wards the end of the matter,
But in rapture cried out ‘Oh sweet Sir Walter,

Oh sweet Sir Walter, Oh sweet Sir Walter,
Oh sweet Sir, sweet Sir Walter,
Oh switzer watzer Oh switzer watzer
switter swatter switter swatter switter swatter ...’