BRIGITTE BARDOT

BOB DYLAN

Your breath is sweet
Your eyes are like two jewels in the sky
Your back is straight your hair is smooth
On the pillow where you lie
But I don't sense affection
No gratitude or love
Your loyalty is not to me
But to the stars above

One more cup of coffee for the road
One more cup of coffee 'fore I go.
To the valley below.

Your daddy he's an outlaw
And a wanderer by trade
He'll teach you how to pick and choose
And how to throw the blade
He oversees his kingdom
So no stranger does intrude
His voice it trembles as he calls out
For another plate of food.

One more cup of coffee for the road
One more cup of coffee 'fore I go.
To the valley below.

Your sister sees the future 
Like your mama and yourself
You've never learned to read or write
There's no books upon your shelf
And your pleasure knows no limits
Your voice is like a meadowlark
But your heart is like an ocean
Mysterious and dark.

One more cup of coffee for the road
One more cup of coffee 'fore I go.
To the valley below.

MARILYN MONROE

JAMES STEWART

CARY GRANT

AUDREY HEPBURN

MARTHA SCOTT

IGGY POP & TOM WAITS

Les cafés-crèmes dans les bars de Paris
On les connaît, on les aime
Chaque Parisien un beau jour en a pris
Et reprend toujours les mêmes
Mais quand viennent les vacances
Il suffit de s'en aller
Dans la montagne où l'agence
Nous dit qu'on fabrique du bon lait
On arrive, que c'est beau !
Voilà les vaches, les veaux et les oiseaux
Les hôtels, les jardins, les prairies, les sapins
Et chaque matin...

Refrain
On prend l'café au lait au lit
Avec des gâteaux et des croissants chauds
On prend l'café au lait au lit
Ah! c'que ça peut être bon, nom de nom !
Par la fenêtre on entend
Les cloches des vaches dans les champs
Oli olé, vive la café au lait !
Dans la montagne on entend
Les montagnards tout contents
Yodler li oli olé ! Yahou !

- 2 -
Les petites femmes qui s'promènent dans Paris
On les connaît, on les aime
Il suffit d'en voir une seule qui sourit
Pour aimer toujours les mêmes
Mais le hasard des vacances
Un jour peut nous faire cadeau
D'une belle fille dont l'innocence
Vient partager notre dodo
Nous voilà bien au chaud
Qu'il est bon, qu'il est beau notre nid d'oiseau !
On embête les voisins le soir quand tout s'éteint
Et chaque matin...

Après le 2e refrain:
Et quand on rentre à Paris
On est encore un peu gris
D'avoir trop pris de café - où ça ? - au lit !
Yahou ! Yahou !

GEORGE CLOONEY

CHAPLIN

JOHN LENNON

THE BEATLES

JULIA ROBERTS

There's a stain on my notebook
Where your coffee cup was
And there's ash in the pages
Now I've got myself lost
I was writing to tell you
That my feelings tonight
Are a stain on my notebook
That rings your goodbye

Now she's gone
And I'm back on the beat
A stain on my notebook
Says nothing to me
Now she's gone
And I'm out with a friend
With lips full of passion
and coffee in bed

With the way that you left me
I can hardly contain
The hurt and the anger
And the joy of the pain
Now knowing I am single
There'll be fire in my eyes
And a stain on my notebook
For a new love tonight

Now she's gone
And I'm back on the beat
A stain on my notebook
Says nothing to me
Now she's gone
And I'm out with a friend
With lips full of passion
And coffee in bed

Now she's gone
And I'm out with a friend
With lips full of passion
And coffee in bed

From lips without passion
To the lips with a kiss
There's nothing of your love
That I'll ever miss
The stain on my notebook
Remains all that's left
Of the memory of late nights
and coffee in bed
Of the memory of late nights
And coffee in bed

Now she's gone
And I'm back on the beat
A stain on my notebook
Says nothing to me
Now she's gone
And I'm out with a friend
With lips full of passion
And coffee in bed