Paroles:
Orch

They call it night, they call it night and I know it well

Refrain:} Hey Monsieur! L'homme Orchestre Joue moi ta chanson J'ai pas sommeil Et la vie Me Men'seul' n'importe ou Het Monsieur L'homme Orchestre

Daddy, don't ever die on a Friday it can seriously damage your health I beg you more than ever cause death will last forever Who cares about the day you

Sa romalen pucela Bubamara sosi acela Devla, Devla vacar le Bubamaru koka pocinel Ej romalen asunen Ej cavoren gugle zuralen Bubamara cajori Baro Grga

I don't believe you know What you're talking 'bout I don't believe you'd go And ever find out for yourself Always got a lot to say But I'm not listening

I've got her picture It's there on the wall I can't remember why I keep it at all The doors are cold and All the windows seem grey I write the book There

Howard: Ready, Madge? FZ: You have to feel like . . . Art Laboe Howard: Grow, little trees! FZ: It's spring, the time of the year when all things grow

an orchestra Like an orchestra As we lay Make the music play Soundin like an orchestra Like an orchestra Oooh Oooh oooh oooh oooooooh Ooh oooh oooh oooh Like an orchestra

Dans les orchestr' militaires Y a pas d'cordes, y a pas d'cordes, Dans les orchestr' militaires Notre mandoline est morte... Y a que des cuivres pour