The hosts of the show: Vladimir Ilinskiy, Dmitry Kuznetsov, Jane Enenko, Olga Palna
Between the devil and the deep blue sea (Brainwashed, 2002)
I don't want you But I hate to lose you You got me in between the devil and the deep blue sea
I forgive you 'Cause I can't forget you You've got me in between the devil and the deep blue sea
I want to cross you off my list But when you come knocking at my door Fate seems to give my heart a twist And I come running back for more
I should hate you But I guess I love you You've got me in between the devil and the deep blue sea
The Little Drummer Boy (I Wanna Be Santa Claus, 1999)
Come they told me, pa-rum pum-pum-pum, A new born king to see, pa-rum pum-pum-pum, Our finest gifts we bring, pa-rum pum-pum-pum To lay before the king, pa-rum pum-pum-pum, rum-pum-pum-pum, rum-pum-pum-pum. So to honor him, pa-rum pum-pum-pum, when we come.
Little baby, pa-rum pum-pum-pum, I'm a poor boy too, pa-rum pum-pum-pum, I have no gift to bring, pa-rum pum-pum-pum That's fit to give our king, pa-rum pum-pum-pum, rum-pum-pum-pum, rum-pum-pum-pum. Shall i play for you, pa-rum pum-pum-pum, on my drum.
Mary nodded, pa-rum pum-pum-pum, The ox and lamb kept time, pa-rum pum-pum-pum, I played my drum for him, pa-rum pum-pum-pum I played my best for him, pa-rum pum-pum-pum, rum-pum-pum-pum, rum-pum-pum-pum. Then he smiled at me, pa-rum pum-pum-pum, me and my drum.
With a Little Luck (London Town, 1978)
With a little luck, we can help it out. We can make this whole damn thing work out. With a little love, we can lay it down. Cant you feel the town exploding? There is no end to what we can do together. There is no end, there is no end. The wiliow turns his back on inclement weather; And if he can do it, we can do it, just me and you,
And a little luck, we can clear it up. We can bring it in for a landing, With a little luck, we can turn it on. There can be no misunderstanding.
There is no end to what we can do together. There is no end, there is no end. The willow turns his back on inclement weather; We can do it, just me and you.
With a little push, we could set it off. We can send it rocketing skywards. With a little love, we could shake it up. Don't you feel the comet exploding?
With a little luck. With a little luck. With a little luck, a little luck, a little luck. With a little luck. With a little luck. With a little luck, a little luck, a little luck.
Johnny B. Goode (Live at the BBC, 1994)
Deep down in Louisianna close to New Orleans, way back up in the woods among the evergreens, there stand a country cabin made of clay and wood, where lives a young country boy named Johnny B.Goode, he never ever learned to read or write a book so well, but he could play his guitar just like a-ringing a bell.
Go go, go Johnny go go go! Go Johnny go go go! Go Johnny go go go! Go Johnny go go go! aah Johnny B.Goode!
He used to carry his guitar in a gunny sack, sit beneath the trees by the railroad track. Oh sitting and a-playing in the shade, drumming to the rhythm that the drivers made. People passing by used to stop and say: my oh my, that country boy can play.
Go go, go Johnny go go go! Go Johnny go go go! Go Johnny go go go! Go Johnny go go go! Aah Johnny B.Goode!
Well his mama told him: someday you will be a man. And you will be the leader of a big old band. Many people coming from miles around, to hear you play your music till the sun goes down. Maybe some day your name will be in light, saying: Johnny B. Goode tonight!
Go go, go Johnny go go go! Go Johnny go go go! Go Johnny go go go! Go Johnny go go go! aah Johnny B.Goode!
Keep Coming Back to Love (Off the Ground: The Complete Works, 1993)
Ev'ry time I see you Admit into something new. Doing unimportant things All the foolish things that other people do.
Ev'rything I'm trying Doesn't feel quite right. And I can't help wondering Why I ever let you out of my sight.
So I keep coming back to love wo-oh Yes I keep coming back to love. Must I keep moving along this track? I might get restless Won't you please hold me back? Won't you please hold me back? Because I keep coming back to love.
Ev'rywhere I get to (oo-oo-oo) I'm always on my own. Tryin' to solve a mystery And if it was up to me i wouldn't be alone.
Anytime I miss you (ah-ah) The feeling is so strong. But the road I'm travelling Is filled with echoes of your sweet song.
So I keep coming back to love wo-oh Yes I keep coming back to love wo-oh. Must I keep moving along this track? If I get restless Won't you please hold me back? Won't you please hold me back? Because I keep coming back to love.
Keep coming keep coming back to Keep coming keep coming back to Keep coming keep coming back to Keep coming keep coming back to Keep coming keep coming back to
Can’t Buy Me Love (The Beatles at the Hollywood Bowl, 1977)
Can't buy me love, love Can't buy me love
I'll buy you a diamond ring my friend if it makes you feel alright I'll get you anything my friend if it makes you feel alright 'Cause I don't care too much for money, money can't buy me love
I'll give you all I got to give if you say you love me too I may not have a lot to give but what I got I'll give to you I don't care too much for money, money can't buy me love
Can't buy me love, everybody tells me so Can't buy me love, no no no, no
Say you don't need no diamond ring and I'll be satisfied Tell me that you want the kind of thing that money just can't buy I don't care too much for money, money can't buy me love
Style Style (Off the Ground: The Complete Works, 1993)
She's got an american accent from her head to her toes if she's involved in an accident you wouldn't see her underclothes.
she is perfectly spotless a fact that sticks out a mile. but people have got more talent but this little lady's got style.
style style see her when she's walking. she's got style style even when she's making me say ooooh-oo ooooh hey hey ooooh.
she was born on the wrong side of these imaginary tracks that used to divide each other into two convenient packs.
she became a survivor always armed with a smile you've only have to look at her picture to know that this little lady's got style
style style see her when she's talking style style even when she's staying her place
as an only child in a hostile world her only chance was to run away yeah yeah woh ooh
she's got style style see her when she's walking she's got style woh style even when she's talking away. oh style yeah style i see her when she's talking she's got style style even when she's staying her place oooh way ooh oh yeah ooh ooh yeah. |