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I don’t like it here Nobody likes it here The food’s gone moldy And I’m getting oldie Nobody likes it here.

The title of this song translates to "No, I Regret Nothing". An English version of the song is titled "No Regrets". (French) Non... rien de rien Non je ne regrette rien Ni le bien... qu'on m'a fait Ni le mal, tout ça m'est bien égale... Non... rien de rien Non... je ne regrette rien C'est payé, balayé, oublié Je me fous de passé... Avec mes souvenirs J'ai allumé le feu Mes chagrins, mes plaisirs Je n'ai plus besoin d'eux Balayées les amours Avec leurs trémolos Balayés pour toujours Je repars à zéro Non... rien de rien Non... je ne regrette rien Ni le bien, qu'on m'a fait Ni le mal, tout ça m'est bien égal... Non, rien de rien Non... je ne regrette rien Car ma vie... car mes joies... Aujourd'hui... ça commence avec toi... --- (English) No ... no nothing No, I regret nothing Neither the good done to me ... Nor evil , all that is equal to me ... No ... no nothing No ... I have no regrets It is paid, swept away, forgotten I do not care past ... With my memories I lit the fire My sorrows, my pleasures I no longer need them Swept loves With their tremors Swept away forever I leave with nothing No ... no nothing No ... I have no regrets Neither the good done to me Nor evil , all that I care ... No, nothing at all No ... I have no regrets For my life ... because my joys ... Today ... it starts with you ...

They call him Flipper, Flipper, faster than lightning, No-one you see, is smarter than he, And we know Flipper lives in a world full of wonder, Lying there under, under the sea! Everyone loves the king of the sea, Ever so kind and gentle is he, Tricks he will do when children appear, And how they laugh when he's near! They call him Flipper, Flipper, faster than lightning, No-one you see, is smarter than he, And we know Flipper lives in a world full of wonder, Lying there under, under the sea!

This song is listed as "Hold On, I'm a Comin'" in some sources.

Some folks are born made to wave the flag, ooh, they're red, white and blue. And when the band plays "Hail To The Chief", oh, they point the cannon at you, Lord, It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no senator's son, It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no fortunate one, no, Some folks are born silver spoon in hand, Lord, don't they help themselves? oh. But when the taxman come to the door, Lord, the house look a like a rummage sale, yes, It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no millionaire's son, no, no. It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no fortunate one, no. Yeh, some folks inherit star spangled eyes, ooh, they send you down to war, Lord, And when you ask them, how much should we give, oh, they only answer, more, more, more, yoh, It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no military son, SON, NO It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no fortunate one, NO NO It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no fortunate one, no no no, It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no fortunate son, son son son