You AreI want to make a name for meWho do you think ?You AreHeroborn in victoryWho do you thinkYou AreLet’s go and make a name for me
Hit a home runWe won’tlose to no oneIf they knock you downGet back up and you get onWe’re the winners here when the times runWe’re all winners here and we’ll shine on
If the clock counts down to zeroWill you be the loser or the heroWe’ve got our faith in you tonightWho’d you thinkYou AreWho’d You ThinkYou AreWho’d You ThinkYou AreWho’d You ThinkYou Are
Hit a home runWe won’t lose to no oneIf they knock you downGet back up and you get onWe’re the winners here when the times runWe’re all winners here and we’ll shine on

GOODTIME HONKY TONK
VERSE
Just a little past the county line
Where the kudzu’s growin’ up the cross road sign

Sun’s sinkin’ thru the pine
You’ll find the goodtime honky tonk

VERSE
Just one happy family
Blowin’ off steam at the end of the week
Yes sir, no ma’am, thank you, please
At the goodtime honky tonk

CHORUS
Goodtime Honky Tonk
Grab yourself a cold one
Lose your troubles
An’ have some fun
At the goodtime Honky Tonk
Goodtime Honky Tonk
Grab yourself a partner
Try to hang on
To an old George Strait song
At the goodtime Honky Tonk

VERSE
Jukebox sittin’ on the old front porch
Punch those numbers and hit the floor
We all know what we’re here for

At the goodtime Honky Tonk

VERSE
None of that new country breed
Just Hank and Lefty and some Brenda Lee
Listen to Willie puff some weed
At the goodtime Honky Tonk

CHORUS
Goodtime Honky Tonk
Grab yourself a cold one
Lose your troubles
An’ have some fun
At the goodtime Honky Tonk
Goodtime Honky Tonk
Grab yourself a partner
Try to hang on
To an old George Strait song
At the goodtime Honky Tonk

INSTRUMENTAL

REPEAT CHORUS
Goodtime Honky Tonk
Grab yourself a cold one
Lose your troubles
An’ have some fun
At the goodtime Honky Tonk
Goodtime Honky Tonk
Grab yourself a partner
Try to hang on
To an old George Strait song
At the goodtime Honky Tonk
At the goodtime Honky Tonk
At the goodtime Honky Tonk
Heyeeeee

Michel, bavard et maladroit
Pas si fidèle que ça
Il aime faire la java

Michel, il a de drôles d’envies
Il conduit sans permis
Il aime faire des paris

Michel il ne fait pas semblant
Ses défauts émouvants
Et si Michel me ment

C’est beau
Quand il me dit des choses
Me compare à une rose
J’aime quand Michel il ose

Michel, dans ses yeux l’Italie
Les matinées au lit
Les couleurs de la vie

Michel il ne fait pas semblant
Ses défauts émouvants
Et quand Michel me ment
C’est beau
Quand il me dit des choses
Me compare à une rose
La vie est moins morose

Michel nous deux c’est du sérieux et si
Un jour on est vieux
Michel les couleurs seront là
Mon cœur, mon cœur s’emballera

Comme à chaque fois
Comme à chaque fois

English translation :

MICHEL (ex western)

Michel, talkative and clumsy
Not all that faithful
He likes to party

Michel, he has funny desires
He drives without a license
He likes to make bets

Michel, he doesn’t pretend
His touching faults
And if Michel is lying to me

It's beautiful
When he tells me things
Compares me to a rose
I like it when Michel dares

Michel, Italy in his eyes

Mornings in bed
The colors of life

Michel, he doesn’t pretend
His touching faults
And if Michel is lying to me
It's beautiful
When he tells me things
Compares me to a rose
Life is less morose

Michel, both of us it’s serious stuff and if
One day, we are old
Michel, the colors will be there
My heart, my heart will be full

Like every time
Like every time

Gotta keep on movingGotta find a way to get close to youHelp me keep on moving, gottastay on my feet if I wanna get close to youI’m not bad at moving, when I gotta,And I just don’t know what else to do
Gotta keep my head up, everyNow and then look up to the skyBeen so low I don’t recall what the
Leaves on the trees look likeI’m doing my best,But won’t you help me with the rest
Oh while I’m still breathing
I’m moving fastIf you want me to stayYou gotta ask
If only I could love youI would spend all night getting close to youIf only I could love you I would
Be the one you could call yoursOh it sounds so pretty,
But if I don’t show you know I’m so unsure
Oh while I’m still breathing
I’m moving fastIf you want me to stay
You gotta ask
I won’t say it won’t work if youSay you’ll do the same
Hold myself still,StopAnd get myself to stayBut every time I tryYou just slip off to the sideAnd I keep moving
Oh while I’m still breathing
I’m moving fastIf you want me to stayYou gotta ask x2

J’ai rêvé que tu partaisJ’ai rêvé que tu étaisDerrière ce murSilencieux et durTon corps s’éloignaitTon corps s’effaçaitJe restais désolée derrière ce mur
Dans la brume de mes penséesJe chavireJ’étreint ton souvenirLaisse-moi caresser ta mainEt te voir revenir (bis)
J’ai rêvé ton retourJ’ai rêvé tant de joursContre le mur de ton silenceTon corps s’approchaitTon corps me touchaitJe restais enflamméeContre ce mur

English translation :
I dreamt you were living
I dreamt you were livingI dreamt that you were behindThis hard silent wallYour body in the distance,Disappearing.
In the mist o my thoughtsI capsize,I clutch to your memoryLet me kiss your handAnd see you come back
I dreamt of your returnI dreamt for some many daysAgainst the wall of your silenceYour body came nearerYour body touched mineI remained inflamedAgainst the wall

Sur les toits de Paris la nuitLes Apaches* sont réunisEt dans l’éclat de lune qui blanchit les maisonsDes ombres se projettent en longIls préparent un coup vengeurLa lame de couteau sur le cœurEt demain on lira dans les journaux du soir
:«
Un homme a succombé dans le noir
»
Ah
! regardez-les passer quand ils glissent sans bruitFilant à travers les rues d’un quartier de Paris
Ils n’ont pas l’air de s’en faire et partent à la conquêteDes filles qu’ils font danser le soir au bal musetteEt sur les accords vibrants d’un vieil accordéonMurmurent les mots d’amour qui donnent le frissonMais ils finiront un jour reclus à la Roquette*Et regretterons le temps qui fait perdre la tête...
Au bord du Canal St MartinDans la froideur d’un p’tit matinUne étrange silhouette s’arrête un court instantEst-ce un marinier ou un passant
?L’onde calme soudain s’agiteUne forme se précipiteEt dans le rouge sang d’un fugace refletUn corps disparaît à tout jamais
Écoutez filles des faubourgsPrenez garde aux trop beaux discoursLes serments prononcés à la lueur d’un lampionSont là pour vous faire perdre raisonSi le cœur de Paris la nuitVous entraîne dans ses foliesDieu sait où les baisers de ces mauvais garçonsUn jour ou l’autre vous conduiront
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English translation :
Apaches
On the rooftops of ParisThe Apaches meetAnd as the white light of the moon shines on the houses belowAnd the shadows lengthenThey are preparing their revengeKnife blade on their heartsAnd tomorrow we will read in the evening papers:“A man succumbed in the darkness”
Ah
! Watch them slip silently by
Criss crossing the streets of the Parisian quartierThey don’t seem too concerned and set out to win the heartsOf the girlsThey dance with in the evening at the bal musette*And to the
Moving vibrato of an old accordionThey whisper sweet nothings to make heart flutterBut they will end up one day in the RoquetteAnd will regret these heady moments
On the banks of the Saint Martin CanalIn the chill of the early hoursA strange silhouette halts just for a momentIs it a bargeman or a passer-by?Suddenly the calm waters are disturbedA shadow flees byAnd in the red blood of a fleeting reflexionA body disappears forever
Listen you faubourg girlsBeware of pretty storiesVows pronounced by the light of a Chinese lanternAre there to make you loose your headsIf the heart of Paris by nightLeads you into a follyLord knows where these bad boy’s kissesWill take you one day or another.