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					                                                      Mrs Robinson - Simon & Garfunkle                                     10
                   Boomers Songbook                   Bridge Over Troubled Water -Simon&G
Take It Easy - Eagles
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                                                  2   Cecelia - Simon & G
Creeque Alley - The Mamas And The Papas                                                                                    10
                                                  2   Satisfaction - Rolling Stones
California Dreaming - The Mamas and The Papas                                                                              10
                                                  2   Jumping Jack Flash - Rolling Stones
I Dig Rock And Roll Music - Peter, Paul & Mary                                                                             11
                                                  2   Ruby Tuesday - Rolling Stones
Kodachrome - Paul Simon                                                                                                    11
                                                  3   King of the Road - Roger Miller
American Pie - Don McLean                                                                                                  11
                                                  3   Chug-a-lug - Roger Miller
Sloop John B - Beach Boys                                                                                                  11
                                                  3   Your Song - Elton John
Kokomo - Beach Boys                                                                                                        12
                                                  4   Battle Of New Orleans - Johnny Horton
Surfer Girl - Beach Boys
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                                                  4   City of New Orleans - Arlo Guthrie
California Girls - Beach Boys                                                                                              12
                                                  4   Wedding Bell Blues - 5th Dimension
I Get Around - Beach Boys                                                                                                  12
                                                  4   We'll Meet Again - Vera Lynn
Wouldn't It Be Nice - Beach Boys
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                                                  5   YMCA - The Village People
Help Me Rhoda - Beach Boys                                                                                                 13
                                                  5   Blowin' in the Wind - Bob Dylan
Here comes the sun - The Beatles                                                                                           13
                                                  5   Nat'l Brotherhood Week - Tom Lehrer
All My Lovin' - The Beatles                                                                                                13
                                                  5   The Vatican Rag - Tom Lehrer
Hard Days Night - The Beatles                                                                                              14
                                                  5   Be Prepared - Tom Lehrer
All You Need is Love - The Beatles
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                                                  6   The Wild West Is Where I Want To Be - Tom Lehrer
Michelle - The Beatles                                                                                                     14
                                                  6   The Irish Ballad - Tom Lehrer
The Long and Winding Road - The Beatles                                                                                    14
                                                  6   So Long Mom (for WWIII) - Tom Lehrer
Maxwell's Hammer - The Beatles
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                                                  6   Poisoning Pigeons in the Park - Lehrer
Lovely Rita - The Beatles
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                                                  7   Rubber Ducky - Donovan
Come Together Right Now - The Beatles                                                                                      15
                                                  7   There's a Kind of Hush All Over the World - Herman's Hermits
All the Lonely People - The Beatles                                                                                        16
                                                  7   You've Lost that Lovin' Feeling - Righteous Brothers
Hey Jude - The Beatles                                                                                                     16
                                                  7   Rock and Roll Heaven - Righteous Brothers
When I Saw Her Standing There - The Beatles
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                                                  7   The Fish Cheer & I-Feel-Like-I'm-Fixin'-To-Die Rag - Country Joe &
In My Life - The Beatles
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                                                  7   the FishIs Painless - Marilyn Manson
                                                      Suicide
Rocky Racoon - The Beatles
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                                                  8   The Time Warp (Rocky Horror Show)
She Loves You - The Beatles                                                                                                17
                                                  8   Sweet Transvestite (Rocky Horror Show)
Ticket to Ride - The Beatles                                                                                               17
                                                  8   Can't Help Falling in Love - Elvis
When I'm 64 - The Beatles                                                                                                  17
                                                  8   I Like Them Big and Stupid - Julie Brown
Yellow Submarine - The Beatles                                                                                             18
                                                  9   Leonard Cohen - Suzanne
Yesterday - The Beatles
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                                                  9   Jeremiah Was A Bullfrog - Cleerance Clearwater Revival
You Never Give Me Your Money - The Beatles
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                                                  9   Lookin' Out My Backdoor - Cleerance Clearwater Revival
You're Going to Lose that Girl - The Beatles
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Dancing Queen - Abba                              9
Sounds of Silence - Simon & G                    10
Keep the Customers Satisfied                     10
Take It Easy - Eagles                             And after every number they'd pass the hat.             I'd be safe and warm
                                                  McGuinn and McGuire just a-gettin' higher in L.A.,      If I was in L.A.                                      I dig rock and roll music
Well, I'm running down the road                   You know where that's at.                               California dreamin'                                   I could really get it on in that scene.
tryin' to loosen my load                          And no one's gettin' fat except Mama Cass.              On such a winter's day                                I think i could say somethin' if you know what i mean
I've got seven women on my mind,                                                                                                                                But if i really say it, the radio won't play it
Four that wanna own me,                           Zally said, Denny, you know there aren't many           Stopped into a church                                 Unless i lay it between the lines
Two that wanna stone me,                          Who can sing a song the way that you do;                I passed along the way
One says she's a friend of mine                   let's go south.                                         Oh, I got down on my knees
                                                  Denny said, Zally, golly, don't you think that I wish   And I pretend to pray
Take It easy, take it easy                        I could play guitar like you.
Don't let the sound of your own wheels            Zal, Denny, and Sebastian sat (at the Night Owl)        You know the preacher likes the cold                  Kodachrome - Paul Simon
drive you crazy                                   And after every number they'd pass the hat.             He knows I'm gonna stay
Lighten up while you still can                    McGuinn and McGuire still a-gettin higher in L.A.,      California dreamin'                                   When i think back
don't even try to understand                      You know where that's at.                               On such a winter's day                                On all the crap i learned in high school
Just find a place to make your stand              And no one's gettin' fat except Mama Cass.                                                                    It's a wonder
and take it easy                                                                                          All the leaves are brown                              I can think at all
                                                  When Cass was a sophomore, planned to go to             And the sky is gray                                   And though my lack of edu---cation
Well, I'm a standing on a corner                  Swathmore                                               I've been for a walk                                  Hasn't hurt me none
in Winslow, Arizona                               But she changed her mind one day.                       On a winter's day                                     I can read the writing on the wall
and such a fine sight to see                      Standin' on the turnpike, thumb out to hitchhike,
It's a girl, my Lord, in a flatbed                Take me to New York right away.                         If I didnt tell her                                   Kodachrome
Ford slowin' down to take a look at me            When Denny met Cass he gave her love bumps;             I could leave today                                   They give us those nice bright colors
Come on, baby, don't say maybe                    Called John and Zal and that was the Mugwumps.          California dreamin'                                   They give us the greens of summers
I gotta know if your sweet love is                McGuinn and McGuire couldn't get no higher              On such a winter's day                                Makes you think all the world's a sunny day, oh yeah
gonna save me                                     But that's what they were aimin' at.                                                                          I got a nikon camera
                                                  And no one's gettin' fat except Mama Cass.              (California dreamin')                                 I love to take a photograph
We may lose and we may win                                                                                On such a winter's day                                So mama don't take my kodachrome away
though we will never be here again                Mugwumps, high jumps, low slumps, big bumps---          (California dreamin')
so open up, I'm climbin' in,                      Don't you work as hard as you play.                     On such a winter's day                                If you took all the girls i knew
so take it easy                                   Make up, break up, everything is shake up;                                                                    When i was single
                                                  Guess it had to be that way.                                                                                  And brought them all together for one night
Well I'm running down the road trying to loosen   Sebastian and Zal formed the Spoonful;                                                                        I know they'd never match
my load, got a world of trouble on my mind                                                                                                                      My sweet imagination
                                                  Michelle, John, and Denny gettin' very tuneful.         I Dig Rock And Roll Music - Peter, Paul
lookin' for a lover who won't blow my                                                                                                                           And everything looks worse in black and white
cover, she's so hard to find
                                                  McGuinn and McGuire just a-catchin' fire in L.A.,       & Mary
                                                  You know where that's at.
                                                  And everybody's gettin' fat except Mama Cass.           I dig rock and roll music                             Kodachrome
Take it easy, take it easy                                                                                And i love to get the chance to play. (and sing it)   They give us those nice bright colors
don't let the sound of your own                   Broke, busted, disgusted, agents can't be trusted,      I figure it's about the happiest sound goin' down     They give us the greens of summers
wheels make you crazy                             And Mitchy wants to go to the sea.                      today.                                                Makes you think all the world's a sunny day, oh yeah
come on baby, don't say maybe                     Cass can't make it; she says we'll have to fake it---   The message may not move me,                          I got a nikon camera
I gotta know if your sweet love is                We knew she'd come eventually.                          Or mean a great deal to me,                           I love to take a photograph
gonna save me,                                    Greasin' on American Express cards;                     But hey! it feels so groovy to say:                   So mama don't take my kodachrome away
oh oh oh                                          Tents low rent, but keeping out the heat's hard.
Oh we got it easy                                 Duffy's good vibrations and our imaginations            I dig the mamas and the papas at "the trip,"
We oughta take it easy                            Can't go on indefinitely.                               Sunset strip in l.a.
                                                  And California dreamin' is becomin' a reality...        And they got a good thing goin'
                                                                                                          When the words don't get in the way.                  American Pie - Don McLean
                                                                                                          And when they're really wailing,                      A long long time ago
                                                  California Dreaming - The Mamas and                     Michelle and cass are sailin'.                        I can still remember
Creeque Alley - The Mamas And The                                                                         Hey! they really nail me to the wall.
                                                  The Papas                                                                                                     How that music used to make me smile
Papas                                                                                                                                                           And I knew if I had my chance
                                                  All the leaves are brown                                I dig donovan in a dream-like, tripped out way
John and Mitchy were gettin' kind of itchy                                                                                                                      That I could make those people dance
                                                  And the sky is gray                                     His crystal images tell you 'bout a brighter day      And maybe they'd be happy for a while
Just to leave the folk music behind;              I've been for a walk                                    And when the beatles tell you
Zal and Denny workin' for a penny                                                                                                                               But February made me shiver
                                                  On a winter's day                                       They've got a word "love" to sell you
Tryin' to get a fish on the line.                                                                                                                               with every paper I'd deliver
                                                                                                          They mean exactly what they say
In a coffee house Sebastian sat,                                                                                                                                Bad news on the doorstep

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I couldn't take one more step                  While sergeants played a marching tune           Call for the captain ashore                        To bermuda, bahama come on pretty mama
I can't remember if I cried                    We all got up to dance                           Let me go home, let me go home                     Key largo, montego baby why dont we go
When I read about his widowed bride            Oh, but we never got the chance                  I wanna go home, yeah yeah
But something touched me deep inside           'Cause the players tried to take the field       Well I feel so broke up                            Ooo I wanna take you down to kokomo
The day the music died                         The marching band refused to yield               I wanna go home                                    Well get there fast
So...                                          Do you recall what was revealed                                                                     And then well take it slow
                                               The day the music died?                          The first mate he got drunk                        Thats where we wanna go
Bye, bye Miss American Pie                                                                      And broke in the capns trunk                       Way down to kokomo
Drove my Chevy to the levee                    We started singing(*)                            The constable had to come and take him away
but the levee was dry                                                                           Sheriff john stone                                 To martinique, that monserrat mystique
Them good ole boys                             Oh, and there we were all in one place           Why dont you leave me alone, yeah yeah
were drinking whiskey and rye                  A generation lost in space                       Well I feel so broke up I wanna go home            Well put out to sea
Singing this'll be the day that I die          With no time left to start again                                                                    And well perfect our chemistry
This'll be the day that I die                  So come on Jack be nimble, Jack be quick         So hoist up the john bs sail                       By and by well defy a little bit of gravity
                                               Jack Flash sat on a candlestick                  See how the mainsail sets
Did you write the book of love                 'Cause fire is the devil's only friend           Call for the captain ashore                        Afternoon delight
And do you have faith in God above             And as I watched him on the stage                Let me go home, let me go home                     Cocktails and moonlit nights
If the Bible tells you so?                     My hands were clenched in fists of rage          I wanna go home, let me go home                    That dreamy look in your eye
Now do you believe in rock and roll?           No angel born in hell                            Why dont you let me go home                        Give me a tropical contact high
Can music save your mortal soul?               Could break that Satan's spell                   (hoist up the john bs sail)                        Way down in kokomo
And can you teach me how to dance real slow?   And as the flames climbed high into the night    Hoist up the john b
Well, I know that you're in love with him      To light the sacrificial rite                    I feel so broke up I wanna go home                 Aruba, jamaica ooo I wanna take you
'cause I saw you dancing in the gym            I saw Satan laughing with delight                Let me go home                                     To bermuda, bahama come on pretty mama
You both kicked off your shoes                 The day the music died                                                                              Key largo, montego baby why dont we go
Man, I dig those rhythm and blues                                                               The poor cook he caught the fits                   Ooo I wanna take you down to kokomo
I was a lonely teenage broncin' buck           He was singing(*)                                And threw away all my grits                        Well get there fast
With a pink carnation and a pickup truck                                                        And then he took and he ate up all of my corn      And then well take it slow
But I knew I was out of luck                   I met a girl who sang the blues                  Let me go home                                     Thats where we wanna go
The day the music died                         And I asked her for some happy news              Why dont they let me go home                       Way down to kokomo
                                               But she just smiled and turned away              This is the worst trip Ive ever been on
I started singing(*)                           I went down to the sacred store                                                                     Port au prince I wanna catch a glimpse
                                               Where I'd heard the music years before           So hoist up the john bs sail
Now, for ten years we've been on our own       But the man there said the music wouldn't play   See how the mainsail sets                          Everybody knows
And moss grows fat on a rolling stone          And in the streets the children screamed         Call for the captain ashore                        A little place like kokomo
But that's not how it used to be               The lovers cried, and the poets dreamed          Let me go home, let me go home                     Now if you wanna go
When the jester sang for the king and queen    But not a word was spoken                        I wanna go home, let me go home                    And get away from it all
In a coat he borrowed from James Dean          The church bells all were broken                 Why dont you let me go home                        Go down to kokomo
And a voice that came from you and me          And the three men I admire most
Oh and while the king was looking down         the Father, Son, and the Holy Ghost              Kokomo - Beach Boys                                Aruba, jamaica ooo I wanna take you
The jester stole his thorny crown              They caught the last train for the coast                                                            To bermuda, bahama come on pretty mama
The courtroom was adjourned                    The day the music died                           Aruba, jamaica ooo I wanna take you                Key largo, montego baby why dont we go
No verdict was returned                                                                         Bermuda, bahama come on pretty mama
And while Lenin read a book on Marx            And they were singing(*)                         Key largo, montego baby why dont we go             Ooo I wanna take you down to kokomo
The quartet practiced in the park                                                               Jamaica                                            Well get there fast
And we sang dirges in the dark                 Sloop John B - Beach Boys                                                                           And then well take it slow
The day the music died                                                                          Off the florida keys                               Thats where we wanna go
                                               We come on the sloop john b                      Theres a place called kokomo                       Way down to kokomo
We were singing(*)                             My grandfather and me                            Thats where you wanna go to get away from it all
                                               Around nassau town we did roam                                                                      Aruba, jamaica ooo I wanna take you
Helter skelter in a summer swelter             Drinking all night                               Bodies in the sand                                 To bermuda, bahama come on pretty mama
The birds flew off with a fallout shelter      Got into a fight                                 Tropical drink melting in your hand                Key largo, montego baby why dont we go
Eight miles high and falling fast              Well I feel so broke up                          Well be falling in love
Landed foul on the grass                       I want to go home                                To the rhythm of a steel drum band                 Ooo I wanna take you down to kokomo
The players tried for a forward pass                                                            Down in kokomo
With the jester on the sidelines in a cast     So hoist up the john bs sail
                                               See how the mainsail sets                        Aruba, jamaica ooo I wanna take you
Now the half-time air was sweet perfume                                                                                                            Surfer Girl - Beach Boys

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Little surfer little one                              I wish they all could be California                     Get around round round I get around                      Help me Rhonda Help, help me Rhonda
Made my heart come all undone                         (Girls, girls, girls yeah I dig the)                    (Ahh ooo ooo)                                            Help me Rhonda Help, help me Rhonda
Do you love me, do you surfer girl                    I wish they all could be California                     Get around round round I get around                      Help me Rhonda Help, help me Rhonda
Surfer girl my little surfer girl                     (Girls, girls, girls yeah I dig the)                    (Ahh ooo ooo)                                            Help me Rhonda Help, help me Rhonda
                                                      I wish they all could be California                     Get around round round I get around                      Help me Rhonda Help, help me Rhonda
I have watched you on the shore                       (Girls, girls, girls yeah I dig the)                    (Ahh ooo oo0)                                            Help me Rhonda yeah Get her out of my heart
Standing by the ocean's roar
Do you love me do you surfer girl                     I Get Around - Beach Boys                               Wouldn't It Be Nice - Beach Boys                         She was gonna be my wife
Surfer girl surfer girl                                                                                                                                                And I was gonna be her man
                                                      Round round get around I get around, Yeah               Wouldn't it be nice if we were older                     But she let another guy come between us
We could ride the surf together                       Get around round round I get around                     Then we wouldn't have to wait so long                    And it ruined our plan
While our love would grow                                                                                     And wouldn't it be nice to live together
In my Woody I would take you everywhere I go          (Chorus)                                                In the kind of world where we belong                     Well, Rhonda you caught my eye (caught my eye)
So I say from me to you                               I get around                                                                                                     And I can give you lotsa reasons why
I will make your dreams come true                     (Get around round round I get around)                   You know its gonna make it that much better              You gotta help me Rhonda
Do you love me do you surfer girl                     My kind o' town                                         When we can say goodnight and stay together              Help me get her out of my heart
Surfer girl my little surfer girl                     (Get around round round I get around)
Well                                                  I'm a real cool head                                    Wouldn't it be nice if we could wake up                  Chorus
Girl surfer girl my little surfer girl                (Get around round round I get around)                   In the morning when the day is new                       Chorus
Well                                                  I'm makin' real good bread                              And after having spent the day together                  ...
Girl surfer girl my little surfer girl                                                                        Hold each other close the whole night through
                                                      I'm gettin' bugged driving up and down this same old
Well                                                                                                                                                                   Here comes the sun - The Beatles
Girl surfer girl my little surfer girl                strip                                                   Happy times together we've been spending
                                                      I gotta finda new place where the kids are hip          I wish that every kiss was neverending                   Here comes the sun, here comes the sun,
                                                      My buddies and me are getting real well known           Wouldn't it be nice                                      And i say it's all right
California Girls - Beach Boys
                                                      Yeah, the bad guys know us and they leave us alone
Well East coast girls are hip                                                                                 Maybe if we think and wish and hope and pray it          Little darling, it's been a long cold lonely winter
I really dig those styles they wear                   Chorus                                                  might come true                                          Little darling, it feels like years since it's been here
And the Southern girls with the way they talk                                                                 Baby then there wouldn't be a single thing we couldn't   Here comes the sun, here comes the sun
They knock me out when I'm down there                 Get around round round I get around                     do                                                       And i say it's all right
                                                      I get around                                            We could be married
The Mid-West farmer's daughters really make you       Round                                                   And then we'd be happy                                   Little darling, the smiles returning to the faces
feel alright                                          Get around round round oooo                                                                                      Little darling, it seems like years since it's been here
And the Northern girls with the way they kiss         Wah wa ooo                                              Wouldn't it be nice                                      Here comes the sun, here comes the sun
They keep their boyfriends warm at night              Wah wa ooo                                                                                                       And i say it's all right
                                                      Wah wa ooo                                              You know it seems the more we talk about it
I wish they all could be California                                                                           It only makes it worse to live without it                Sun, sun, sun, here it comes...
I wish they all could be California                   We always take my car cause it's never been beat        But lets talk about it                                   Sun, sun, sun, here it comes...
I wish they all could be California girls             And we've never missed yet with the girls we meet       Wouldn't it be nice                                      Sun, sun, sun, here it comes...
                                                      None of the guys go steady cause it wouldn't be right                                                            Sun, sun, sun, here it comes...
The West coast has the sunshine                       To leave their best girl home now on Saturday night     Good night my baby                                       Sun, sun, sun, here it comes...
And the girls all get so tanned                                                                               Sleep tight my baby
I dig a french bikini on Hawaii island                Chorus                                                                                                           Little darling, i feel that ice is slowly melting
Dolls by a palm tree in the sand                                                                              Help Me Rhoda - Beach Boys                               Little darling, it seems like years since it's been clear
                                                      Get around round round I get around                                                                              Here comes the sun, here comes the sun,
I been all around this great big world                I get around                                            Well since she put me down                               And i say it's all right
And I seen all kinds of girls                         Round                                                   I 've been out doin' in my head                          It's all right
Yeah, but I couldn't wait to get back in the states   Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah                                 Come in late at night
Back to the cutest girls in the world                                                                         and in the mornin' I just lay in bed
                                                      Round round get around I get around                                                                              All My Lovin' - The Beatles
I wish they all could be California                   Yeah                                                    Well, Rhonda you look so fine (look so fine)
I wish they all could be California                   Get around round round I get around                     And I know it wouldn't take much time                    close your eyes and i'll kiss you,
I wish they all could be California girls             Get around round round I get around                     For you to help me Rhonda                                Tomorrow i'll miss you;
                                                      (Wah wa ooo)                                            Help me get her out of my heart                          Remember i'll always be true.
I wish they all could be California                   Get around round round I get around                                                                              And then while i'm away,
(Girls, girls, girls yeah I dig the)                  (Oooo ooo ooo)                                                              (Chorus)                             I'll write home ev'ry day,
                                                                                                              Help me Rhonda Help, help me Rhonda                      And i'll send all my loving to you.

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                                                     It's easy.                                                                                       A knock comes on the door...
I'll pretend that i'm kissing                                                                              I want you, i want you, i want you.
The lips i am missing                                All you need is love.                                 I think you know by now                    Bang, bang, maxwell's silver hammer
And hope that my dreams will come true.              All you need is love.                                 I'll get to you somehow.                   Came down upon her head
And then while i'm away,                             All you need is love, love.                           Until i do i'm telling you so              Bang, bang, maxwell's silver hammer
I'll write home ev'ry day,                           Love is all you need.                                 You'll understand.                         Made sure that she was dead
And i'll send all my loving to you.
                                                     All you need is love.                                 I will say the only words i know that      Back in school again maxwell plays the fool again
All my loving i will send to you.                    All you need is love.                                 You'll understand, my michelle.            Teacher gets annoyed
All my loving, darling i'll be true.                 All you need is love, love.                                                                      Wishing to avoid an unpleasant sce-e-e-ene
                                                     Love is all you need.                                 The Long and Winding Road - The            She tells max to stay when the class has gone away
Hard Days Night - The Beatles                                                                              Beatles                                    So he waits behind
                                                     Nothing you can know that isn't known.                                                           Writing 50 times "i must not be so-o-o-oo..."
It's been a hard day's night,                        Nothing you can see that isn't shown.                 The long and winding road                  But when she turns her back on the boy
and i been working like a dog                        Nowhere you can be that isn't where you're meant to   that leads to your door                    He creeps up from behind
It's been a hard day's night,                        be.                                                   will never disappear
i should be sleeping like a log                      It's easy.                                            I've seen that road before                 Bang, bang, maxwell's silver hammer
But when i get home to you                                                                                 It always leads me here                    Came down upon her head
i'll find the things that you do                     All you need is love.                                 lead me to your door                       Bang, bang, maxwell's silver hammer
Will make me feel alright                            All you need is love.                                                                            Made sure that she was dead
                                                     All you need is love, love.                           The wild and windy night
You know i work all day                              Love is all you need.                                 that the rain washed away                  B.c. thirty-one said "we caught a dirty one"
to get you money to buy you things                                                                         has left a pool of tears                   Maxwell stands alone
And it's worth it just to hear you say               All you need is love (all together, now!)             crying for the day                         Painting testimonial pictures ohh-oh-oh-oh
you're going to give me everything                   All you need is love. (everybody!)                    why leave me standing here                 Rose and valerie screaming from the gallery
So why on earth should i moan,                       All you need is love, love.                           let me know the way                        Say he must go free (maxwell must go free)
'cause when i get you alone                          Love is all you need (love is all you need).                                                     The judge does not agree and he tells them so-o-o-oo
You know i feel ok                                                                                         Many times I've been alone                 But as the words are leaving his lips
                                                     Yee-hai!                                              and many times I've cried                  A noise comes from behind
When i'm home everything seems to be right           Oh yeah!                                              anyway you'll never know
When i'm home feeling you holding me tight, tight    She loves you, yeah yeah yeah.                        the many ways I've tried                   Bang, bang, maxwell's silver hammer
                                                     She loves you, yeah yeah yeah.                                                                   Came down upon his head
Owww!                                                                                                      but still they lead me back                Bang, bang, maxwell's silver hammer
                                                     Michelle - The Beatles                                to the long winding road                   Made sure that he was dead
So why on earth should i moan,                                                                             you left me standing here
'cause when i get you alone                          Michelle, ma belle.                                   a long long time ago                       Lovely Rita - The Beatles
You know i feel ok                                   These are words that go together well,                don't leave me waiting here
                                                     My michelle.                                          lead me to your door                       Lovely rita meter maid.
You know i feel alright                                                                                                                               Lovely rita meter maid.
You know i feel alright                              Michelle, ma belle.                                   But still they lead me back
                                                     Sont les mots qui vont tres bien ensemble,                                                       Lovely rita meter maid.
                                                                                                           to the long winding road
                                                                                                                                                      Nothing can come between us,
All You Need is Love - The Beatles                   Tres bien ensemble.                                   you left me standing here
                                                                                                                                                      When it gets dark i tow your heart away.
                                                                                                           a long long time ago
Love, love, love.                                    I love you, i love you, i love you.                   don't keep me waiting here                 Standing by a parking meter,
Love, love, love.                                    That's all i want to say.                             lead me to your door                       When i caught a glimpse of rita,
Love, love, love.                                    Until i find a way                                                                               Filling in a ticket in her little white book.
There's nothing you can do that can't be done.
                                                     I will say the only words i know that                 Maxwell's Hammer - The Beatles             In a cap she looked much older,
                                                     You'll understand.                                                                               And the bag across her shoulder
Nothing you can sing that can't be sung.                                                                   Joan was quizzical, studied metaphysical
Nothing you can say but you can learn how to play                                                                                                     Made her look a little like a military man.
                                                     I need you, i need you, i need you.                   Science in the home
the game.                                            I need to make you see,                               Late nights all alone with a test-tube     Lovely rita meter maid,
It's easy.                                           Oh, what you mean to me.                              Ohh-oh-oh-oh...                            May i inquire discreetly,
                                                     Until i do i'm hoping you will                        Maxwell edison majoring in medicine        When are you free,
Nothing you can make that can't be made.             Know what i mean.                                     Calls her on the phone                     To take some tea with me.
No one you can save that can't be saved.                                                                   "can i take you out to the pictures
Nothing you can do but you can learn how to be you   I love you.                                           Joa-oa-oa-oan?"                            Took her out and tried to win her,
in time.                                                                                                   But as she's getting ready to go           Had a laugh and over dinner,

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Told her i would really like to see her again,         in the night when there's nobody there                 When I Saw Her Standing There - The               Rocky Racoon - The Beatles
Got the bill and rita paid it,
                                                       What does he care?                                     Beatles                                           Now somewhere in the black mountain hills of dakota
Took her home i nearly made it,                        All the lonely people                                  Well, she was just 17,                            There lived a young boy named rocky raccoon
Sitting on the sofa with a sister or two.              Where do they all come from?                           You know what i mean,                             And one day his woman ran off with another guy
                                                       All the lonely people                                  And the way she looked was way beyond compare.    Hit young rocky in the eye rocky didn't like that
Oh, lovely rita meter maid,                                                                                                                                     He said i'm gonna get that boy
                                                       Where do they all belong?                              So how could i dance with another (ooh)
Where would i be without you,                                                                                                                                   So one day he walked into town
                                                                                                              And i saw her standin' there.
Give us a wink and make me think of you.                                                                                                                        Booked himself a room in the local saloon.
                                                       Eleanor rigby died in the church
                                                                                                              Well she looked at me, and i, i could see
                                                       and was buried along with her name
                                                                                                              That before too long i'd fall in love with her.   Rocky raccoon checked into his room
                                                       Nobody came
Come Together Right Now - The                                                                                 She wouldn't dance with another (whooh)           Only to find gideon's bible
                                                       Father mckenzie wiping the dirt from his hands
Beatles                                                as he walks from the grave
                                                                                                              And i saw her standin' there.                     Rocky had come equipped with a gun
                                                       No one was saved                                                                                         To shoot off the legs of his rival
Here come old flattop he come grooving up slowly                                                              Well, my heart went "boom,"
                                                                                                                                                                His rival it seems had broken his dreams
He got joo-joo eyeball he one holy roller                                                                     When i crossed that room,
                                                       All the lonely people                                                                                    By stealing the girl of his fancy.
He got hair down to his knee                                                                                  And i held her hand in mine...
                                                       Where do they all come from?                                                                             Her name was magil and she called herself lil
Got to be a joker he just do what he please
                                                       All the lonely people                                  Whoah, we danced through the night,               But everyone knew her as nancy.
He wear no shoeshine he got toe-jam football           Where do they all belong?                              And we held each other tight,
He got monkey finger he shoot coca-cola                                                                       And before too long i fell in love with her.      Now she and her man who called himself dan
                                                                                                                                                                Were in the next room at the hoe down
He say "i know you, you know me"                       Hey Jude - The Beatles                                 Now i'll never dance with another (whooh)
One thing i can tell you is you got to be free                                                                Since i saw her standing there                    Rocky burst in and grinning a grin
Come together right now over me                        Hey jude, dont make it bad.                                                                              He said danny boy this is a showdown
                                                       Take a sad song and make it better.                    Well, my heart went "boom,"                       But daniel was hot-he drew first and shot
He bag production he got walrus gumboot                Remember to let her into your heart,                   When i crossed that room,                         And rocky collapsed in the corner.
He got ono sideboard he one spinal cracker             Then you can start to make it better.                  And i held her hand in mine...
He got feet down below his knee                                                                                                                                 Now the doctor came in stinking of gin
Hold you in his armchair you can feel his disease                                                             Whoah, we danced through the night,
                                                       Hey jude, dont be afraid.                                                                                And proceeded to lie on the table
Come together right now over me                                                                               And we held each other tight,
                                                       You were made to go out and get her.                                                                     He said rocky you met your match
                                                                                                              And before too long i fell in love with her.
                                                       The minute you let her under your skin,                                                                  And rocky said, doc it's only a scratch
He roller-coaster he got early warning                                                                        Now i'll never dance with another (whooh)
                                                       Then you begin to make it better.                                                                        And i'll be better i'll be better doc as soon as i am
He got muddy water he one mojo filter                                                                         Since i saw her standing there
                                                                                                                                                                able.
He say "one and one and one is three"
                                                       And anytime you feel the pain, hey jude, refrain,      In My Life - The Beatles
Got to be good-looking 'cause he's so hard to see
                                                       Dont carry the world upon your shoulders.              There are places i'll remember                    Now rocky raccoon he fell back in his room
Come together right now over me
                                                       For well you know that its a fool who plays it cool    All my life though some have changed              Only to find gideon's bible
                                                       By making his world a little colder.                   Some forever not for better                       Gideon checked out and he left it no doubt
All the Lonely People - The Beatles
                                                                                                              Some have gone and some remain                    To help with good rocky's revival.
Ah, look at all the lonely people                      Hey jude, dont let me down.                            All these places have their moments
Ah, look at all the lonely people                      You have found her, now go and get her.                With lovers and friends i still can recall        She Loves You - The Beatles
                                                       Remember to let her into your heart,                   Some are dead and some are living
                                                       Then you can start to make it better.                                                                    She loves you, yeah, yeah, yeah
Eleanor rigby picks up the rice in the church                                                                 In my life i've loved them all
                                                                                                                                                                She loves you, yeah, yeah, yeah
where a wedding has been
                                                       So let it out and let it in, hey jude, begin,          But of all these friends and lovers               She loves you, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Lives in a dream
Waits at the window,                                   Youre waiting for someone to perform with.             There is no one compares with you
                                                       And dont you know that its just you, hey jude, youll   And these memories lose their meaning             You think you lost your love,
wearing the face that she keeps in a jar by the door
                                                       do,                                                    When i think of love as something new             When i saw her yesterday.
Who is it for?
                                                       The movement you need is on your shoulder.             Though i know i'll never lose affection           It's you she's thinking of
                                                                                                              For people and things that went before            And she told me what to say.
All the lonely people
                                                       Hey jude, dont make it bad.                            I know i'll often stop and think about them       She says she loves you
Where do they all come from ?
                                                       Take a sad song and make it better.                    In my life i love you more                        And you know that can't be bad.
All the lonely people
                                                       Remember to let her under your skin,                                                                     Yes, she loves you
Where do they all belong ?                                                                                    Though i know i'll never lose affection
                                                       Then youll begin to make it                                                                              And you know you should be glad. ooh!
                                                                                                              For people and things that went before
Father mckenzie writing the words                      Better better better better better better, oh.         I know i'll often stop and think about them       She said you were to know
of a sermon that no one will hear                                                                             In my life i love you more
                                                       Na na na na na ,na na na, hey jude...                                                                    That she almost lost her mind.
No one comes near.                                                                                            In my life i love you more                        And now she says she knows
Look at him working. darning his socks
                                                                                                                                                                You're not the hurting kind.

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She says she loves you                   Is going away, yeah.                              Yours sincerely, wasting away                     Why she had to go i don't know she wouldn't say.
And you know that can't be bad.                                                            Give me your answer, fill in a form               I said something wrong, now i long for yesterday.
Yes, she loves you                       She's got a ticket to ride,                       Mine for evermore
And you know you should be glad. ooh!    She's got a ticket to ride,                       Will you still need me, will you still feed me,   Yesterday, love was such an easy game to play.
                                         She's got a ticket to ride,                       When i'm sixty-four.                              Now i need a place to hide away.
She loves you, yeah, yeah, yeah          But she don't care.                                                                                 Oh, i believe in yesterday.
She loves you, yeah, yeah, yeah                                                            Yellow Submarine - The Beatles
And with a love like that                I don't know why she's ridin' so high,                                                              Mm mm mm mm mm.
You know you should be glad.             She ought to think twice,                         In the town where i was born
                                         She ought to do right by me.                      Lived a man who sailed to sea
                                                                                           And he told us of his life
And now it's up to you,                  Before she gets to saying goodbye,                                                                  You Never Give Me Your Money - The
                                                                                           In the land of submarines
I think it's only fair,                  She ought to think twice,                                                                           Beatles
If i should hurt you, too,               She ought to do right by me.
Apologize to her                                                                           So we sailed up to the sun                        You never give me your money
Because she loves you                    She said that living with me,                     Till we found the sea of green                    You only give me your funny paper
And you know that can't be bad.          Is bringing her down, yeah.                       And we lived beneath the waves                    And in the middle of negotiations
Yes, she loves you                       For she would never be free                       In our yellow submarine                           You break down
And you know you should be glad. ooh!    When i was around.
                                         Ah, she's got a ticket to ride,                   We all live in our yellow submarine,              I never give you my number
She loves you, yeah, yeah, yeah          She's got a ticket to ride,                       Yellow submarine, yellow submarine                I only give you my situation
She loves you, yeah, yeah, yeah          She's got a ticket to ride,                       We all live in our yellow submarine,              And in the middle of investigation
And with a love like that                But she don't care.                               Yellow submarine, yellow submarine                I break down
You know you should be glad.             My baby don't care, my baby don't care. ......
                                                                                           And our friends are all on board                  Out of college, money spent
                                                                                           Many more of them live next door
Ticket to Ride - The Beatles             When I'm 64 - The Beatles                                                                           See no future, pay no rent
                                                                                           And the band begins to play                       All the money's gone, nowhere to go
I think i'm gonna be sad,                When i get older losing my hair,                                                                    Any jobber got the sack
I think it's today, yeah.                Many years from now.                              We all live in our yellow submarine,
The girl that's driving me mad           Will you still be sending me a valentine          Yellow submarine, yellow submarine                Monday morning, turning back
Is going away.                           Birthday greetings bottle of wine.                We all live in our yellow submarine,              Yellow lorry slow, nowhere to go
                                         If i'd been out till quarter to three             Yellow submarine, yellow submarine                But oh, that magic feeling, nowhere to go
She's got a ticket to ride,              Would you lock the door,                                                                            Oh, that magic feeling
She's got a ticket to ride,              Will you still need me, will you still feed me,   As we live a life of ease                         Nowhere to go
She's got a ticket to ride,              When i'm sixty-four.                              Everyone of us has all we need
But she don't care.                                                                        Sky of blue and sea of green                      One sweet dream
                                         You'll be older too,                              In our yellow submarine.                          Pick up the bags and get in the limousine
She said that living with me             And it you say the word,                                                                            Soon we'll be away from here
Is bringing her down yeah.               I could stay with you.                            We all live in our yellow submarine,              Step on the gas and wipe that tear away
For she would never be free              I could be handy, mending a fuse                  Yellow submarine, yellow submarine                One sweet dream came true today
When i was around.                       When your lights have gone.                       We all live in our yellow submarine,              Came true today
                                         You can knit a sweater by the fireside            Yellow submarine, yellow submarine                Came true today (yes it did)
She's got a ticket to ride,              Sunday mornings go for a ride,
She's got a ticket to ride,              Doing the garden, digging the weeds,              We all live in our yellow submarine,              One two three four five six seven,
She's got a ticket to ride,              Who could ask for more.                           Yellow submarine, yellow submarine                All good children go to heaven
But she don't care.                      Will you still need me, will you still feed me,   We all live in our yellow submarine,
                                         When i'm sixty-four.                              Yellow submarine, yellow submarine                You're Going to Lose that Girl - The
I don't know why she's ridin' so high,
                                                                                                                                             Beatles
She ought to think twice,                Every summer we can rent a cottage,               Yesterday - The Beatles
She ought to do right by me.             In the isle of wight, if it's not too dear                                                          You're going to lose that girl,
Before she gets to saying goodbye,       We shall scrimp and save                          yesterday, all my troubles seemed so far away     You're going to lose that girl.
She ought to think twice,                Grandchildren on your knee                        Now it looks as though they're here to stay       If you don't take her out tonight,
She ought to do right by me.             Vera chuck & dave                                 Oh, i believe in yesterday.                       She's going to change her mind,
                                                                                                                                             And i will take her out tonight,
I think i'm gonna be sad,                Send me a postcard, drop me a line,               Suddenly, i'm not half the man i used to be,      And i will treat her kind.
I think it's today yeah.                 Stating point of view                             There's a shadow hanging over me.
The girl that's driving me mad           Indicate precisely what you mean to say           Oh, yesterday came suddenly.                      You're going to lose that girl,

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You're going to lose that girl.                         You are the Dancing Queen, young and sweet,        Gee but its great to be back home                        I'm on your side. when times get rough
If you don't treat her right, my friend,                only seventeen                                     Home is where I want to be.                              And friends just can't be found,
You're going to find her gone,                          Dancing Queen, feel the beat from the tambourine   Ive been on the road so long my friend,                  Like a bridge over troubled water
'cause i will treat her right, and then                 You can dance, you can jive,                       And if you came along I know you couldnt disagree.       I will lay me down.
You'll be the lonely one.                               having the time of your life                                                                                Like a bridge over troubled water
                                                        See that girl, watch that scene,                   Chorus                                                   I will lay me down.
You're going to lose that girl,                         digging the Dancing Queen                          Its the same old story
You're going to lose that girl.                                                                            Everywhere I go, I get slandered, Libeled,               When you're down and out,
I'll make a point                                                                                          I hear words I never heard In the bible                  When you're on the street,
Of taking her away from you, yeah,                                                                         And Im on step ahead of the shoe shine                   When evening falls so hard I will comfort you.
The way you treat her what else can i do?                                                                  Two steps away from the county line                      I'll take your part.
                                                                                                           Just trying to keep my customers satisfied,              When darkness comes, And pains is all around,
                                                        Sounds of Silence - Simon & G
You're going to lose that girl,                                                                            Satisfied.                                               Like a bridge over troubled water
You're going to lose that girl.                         Hello darkness, my old friend,                                                                              I will lay me down.
                                                        Ive come to talk with you again,                   Deputy sheriff said to me                                Like a bridge over troubled water
I'll make a point                                                                                          Tell me what you come here for, boy.
Of taking her away from you, yeah,                      Because a vision softly creeping,                                                                           I will lay me down.
                                                        Left its seeds while I was sleeping,               You better get your bags and flee.
The way you treat her what else can i do?                                                                  Youre in trouble boy,                                    Sail on silvergirl, Sail on by.
If you don't take her out tonight,                      And the vision that was planted in my brain
                                                        Still remains                                      And youre heading into more.                             Your time has come to shine.
She's going to change her mind,                                                                                                                                     All your dreams are on their way.
And i will take her out tonight,                        Within the sound of silence.                       Chorus                                                   See how they shine. If you need a friend
And i will treat her kind.                                                                                                                                          I'm sailing right behind.
                                                        In restless dreams I walked alone
You're going to lose that girl,                                                                            Mrs Robinson - Simon & Garfunkle                         Like a bridge over troubled water
You're going to lose that girl                          Narrow streets of cobblestone,
                                                        neath the halo of a street lamp,                   And here's to you Mrs. Robinson                          I will ease your mind.
                                                        I turned my collar to the cold and damp            Jesus loves you more than you will know wuwuwu           Like a bridge over troubled water
Dancing Queen - Abba                                                                                                                                                I will ease your mind.
                                                        When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of          God bless you please Mrs. Robinson
You can dance, you can jive,                            A neon light                                       Heaven holds a place for those who pray                  Cecelia - Simon & G
having the time of your life                            That split the night                               hey hey hey...hey hey hey                                Celia, youre breaking my heart
See that girl, watch that scene,                        And touched the sound of silence.                                                                           Youre shaking my confidence daily
digging the Dancing Queen                                                                                  We'd like to know a little bit about you for our files
                                                                                                           We'd like to help you learn to help yourself             Oh, cecilia, Im down on my knees
                                                        And in the naked light I saw                                                                                Im begging you please to come home
Friday night and the lights are low                     Ten thousand people, maybe more.                   Look around youu all you see are sympathetic lies
Looking out for the place to go                         People talking without speaking,                   Stroll around the grounds until you feel at home         Celia, youre breaking my heart
Where they play the right music, getting in the swing   People hearing without listening,                  And here's to you Mrs. Robinson ....                     Youre shaking my confidence daily
You come in to look for a King                          People writing songs that voices never share                                                                Oh, cecilia, Im down on my knees
                                                        And no one deared                                  Hide it in a hiding place where no one ever goes         Im begging you please to come home
Anybody could be that guy                               Disturb the sound of silence.                      Put it in your pantry with your cupcakes                 Come on home
Night is young and the music's high                                                                        It's a little secret, just the Robinsons' affair
With a bit of rock music, everything is fine            Fools said i,you do not know                       Most of all, you've got to hide it from the kids         Making love in the afternoon with cecilia
You're in the mood for a dance                          Silence like a cancer grows.                                                                                Up in my bedroom (making love)
                                                                                                           Coo, coo, ca-choo, Mrs Robinson ....                     I got up to wash my face
And when you get the chance...                          Hear my words that I might teach you,
                                                        Take my arms that I might reach you.                                                                        When I come back to bed Someones taken my place
                                                                                                           Sitting on a sofa on a sunday afternoon
You are the Dancing Queen, young and sweet,             But my words like silent raindrops fell,           Going to the candidates debate                           Celia, youre breaking my heart
only seventeen                                          And echoed                                         Laugh about it, shout about it                           Youre shaking my confidence daily
Dancing Queen, feel the beat from the tambourine        In the wells of silence                            When you've got to choose                                Oh, cecilia, Im down on my knees
You can dance, you can jive,                                                                               Ev'ry way you look at it, you lose                       Im begging you please to come home
having the time of your life                            And the people bowed and prayed                                                                             Come on home
See that girl, watch that scene,                        To the neon God they made.                         Where have you gone Joe Damajiou
digging the Dancing Queen                               And the sign flashed out its warning,              A nation turns its lonely eyes to you wuwuwu             Jubilation, she loves me again,
                                                        In the words that it was forming.                  What's that you say Mrs. robinson                        I fall on the floor and I laughing,
You're a teaser, you turn 'em on                        And the signs said, the words of the prophets      Jumpin' Joe has left and gone away                       Jubilation, she loves me again,
Leave them burning and then you're gone                 Are written on the subway walls                    hey hey hey hey hey hey                                  I fall on the floor and I laughing
Looking out for another, anyone will do                 And tenement halls.
You're in the mood for a dance                          And whisperd in the sounds of silence.             Bridge Over Troubled Water -Simon&G                      Satisfaction - Rolling Stones
And when you get the chance...
                                                                                                           When you're weary, feeling small,                        I can't get no satisfaction
                                                        Keep the Customers Satisfied                       When tears are in your eyes, I will dry them all;        I can't get no satisfaction

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'cause i try and i try and i try and i try           I fell down to my feet and I saw they bled.            Old worn out suit and shoes,                           Burns your tummy, dont ya know
I can't get no, i can't get no                       I frowned at the crumbs of a crust of bread.           I dont pay no union dues                               Chug-a-lug, chug-a-lug
                                                     Yeah, yeah, yeah                                       I smoke old stogies I have found,
When i'm drivin' in my car                           I was crowned with a spike right thru my head.         short but not too big around                           Jukebox and sawdust floor
And that man comes on the radio                      But its all right now, in fact, its a gas!             Im a man of means by no means, king of the road        Something like I aint never seen
He's tellin' me more and more                        But its all right, Im jumpin jack flash,                                                                      Heck, Im just goin on fifteen
About some useless information                       Its a gas! gas! gas!                                   I know every engineer on every train                   But with the help of my faneglin uncle
Supposed to fire my imagination                                                                             All the children and all of their names                I get shuck in (I get snuck in)
I can't get no, oh no no no                          Jumping jack flash, its a gas                          And every handout in every town                        For my first taste of sin
Hey hey hey, that's what i say                       Jumping jack flash, its a gas                          And every lock that aint locked when no-ones around    I said, let me have a big ol sip...
                                                     Jumping jack flash, its a gas                          I sing...                                              Brrrrr....i done a double back flip
I can't get no satisfaction                          Jumping jack flash, its a gas
I can't get no satisfaction                          Jumping jack flash                                     Trailers for sale or rent, rooms to let fifty cents    Chug-a-lug, chug-a-lug
'cause i try and i try and i try and i try                                                                  No phone, no pool, no pets, I aint got no cigarettes   Make you wanna holler hi-dee-ho!
I can't get no, i can't get no                       Ruby Tuesday - Rolling Stones                          Ah but, two hours of pushin broom buys a               Burns your tummy, dont ya know
                                                                                                            Eight by twelve four-bit room                          Chug-a-lug, chug-a-lug
When i'm watchin' my tv                              She would never say where she came from                Im a man of means by no means, king of the road
                                                     Yesterday dont matter if its gone
And that man comes on to tell me                                                                                                                                   Your Song - Elton John
How white my shirts can be                           While the sun is bright                                Trailers for sale or rent, rooms to let fifty cents
But he can't be a man 'cause he doesn't smoke        Or in the darkest night                                No phone, no pool, no pets, I aint got no cigarettes   Its a little bit funny this feeling inside
The same cigarrettes as me                           No one knows                                           Ah but, two hours of pushin broom buys a               Im not one of those who can easily hide
I can't get no, oh no no no                          She comes and goes                                     Eight by twelve four-bit room........                  I dont have much money but boy if I did
Hey hey hey, that's what i say                                                                                                                                     Id buy a big house where we both could live
                                                     Goodbye, ruby tuesday
                                                                                                            Chug-a-lug - Roger Miller
I can't get no satisfaction                          Who could hang a name on you?                                                                                 If I was a sculptor, but then again, no
I can't get no girl reaction                         When you change with every new day                     Chug-a-lug, chug-a-lug                                 Or a man who makes potions in a traveling show
'cause i try and i try and i try and i try           Still Im gonna miss you...                             Makes you wanna holler hi-dee-ho!                      I know its not much but its the best I can do
I can't get no, i can't get no                                                                              Burns your tummy, dont ya know                         My gift is my song and this ones for you
                                                     Dont question why she needs to be so free              Chug-a-lug, chug-a-lug
When i'm ridin' round the world                      Shell tell you its the only way to be                                                                         And you can tell everybody this is your song
And i'm doin' this and i'm signing that              She just cant be chained                               Grape wine in a mason jar                              It may be quite simple but now that its done
And i'm tryin' to make some girl                     To a life where nothings gained                        Homemade and brought to school                         I hope you dont mind
Who tells me baby better come back later next week   And nothings lost                                      By a friend of mine and after class                    I hope you dont mind that I put down in words
'cause you see i'm on losing streak                  At such a cost                                         Me and him and this other fool                         How wonderful life is while youre in the world
I can't get no, oh no no no                                                                                 Decided that well drink up whats left
Hey hey hey, that's what i say                       Theres no time to lose, I heard her say                Chug-a-lug, so helped ourselves                        I sat on the roof and kicked off the moss
                                                     Catch your dreams before they slip away                First time for everything                              Well a few of the verses well theyve got me quite
I can't get no, i can't get no                       Dying all the time                                     Umm, my ears still ring                                cross
I can't get no satisfaction                          Lose your dreams                                                                                              But the suns been quite kind while I wrote this song
No satisfaction, no satisfaction, no satisfaction    And you will lose your mind.                           Chug-a-lug, chug-a-lug                                 Its for people like you that keep it turned on
                                                     Aint life unkind?                                      Make you wanna holler hi-de-ho!
                                                                                                            Burns your tummy, dont ya know                         So excuse me forgetting but these things I do
Jumping Jack Flash - Rolling Stones
                                                     Goodbye, ruby tuesday                                  Chug-a-lug, chug-a-lug                                 You see Ive forgotten if theyre green or theyre blue
I was born in a cross-fire hurricane                 Who could hang a name on you?                                                                                 Anyway the thing is what I really mean
And I howled at my ma in the driving rain,           When you change with every new day                     4 h and ffa                                            Yours are the sweetest eyes Ive ever seen
But its all right now, in fact, its a gas!           Still Im gonna miss you...                             On a field trip to the farm
But its all right. Im jumpin jack flash,                                                                    Me and a friend sneak off behind                       Battle Of New Orleans - Johnny Horton
Its a gas! gas! gas!                                 King of the Road - Roger Miller                        This big old barn
                                                                                                            Where we uncovered up a covered up                     In 1814 we took a little trip,
I was raised by a toothless, bearded hag,            Trailer for sale or rent, rooms to let fifty cents     Moonshine still                                        Along with Col. Jackson down the mighty Mississip.
I was schooled with a strap right across my back,    No phone, no pool, no pets, I aint got no cigarettes   And we thought wed drink our fill                      We took a little bacon, and we took a little beans.
But its all right now, in fact, its a gas!           Ah but, two hours of pushin broom buys a               And I swallered it with a smile                        And we met the bloody British near
But its all right, Im jumpin jack flash,             Eight by twelve four-bit room                          Brrrrrrr....i run ten miles                            the town of New Orleans.
Its a gas! gas! gas!                                 Im a man of means by no means, king of the road
                                                                                                            Chug-a-lug, chug-a-lug                                 (Chorus I)
I was drowned, I was washed up and left for dead.    Third boxcar midnight train,                           Make you wanna holler hi-de-ho!                        We fired our guns and the British kept a comin'
                                                     destination bangor, maine                                                                                     there wasn't nigh as many as there was awhile ago

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we fire once more, and they began to runnin'             I'll be gone five hundred miles when the day is done.   And though devotion rules my heart I take no vows   And tell'em I won't be long
down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico                                                                       But Bill you're never gonna                         They'll be happy to know
                                                         Dealin' card games with the old man in the club car,    take those wedding vows                             That when you saw me go
We looked down the river                                 penny a point and no one's keepin' score,                                                                   I was singing this song
and we seen the British come,                            pass the paper bag that holds the bottle,               Oh, come on Bill
An there must have been a hundred of them                you can feel the wheels grumblin' neath the floor.      Oh, come on Bill                                    [Chorus with choir]
beatin on the drum.                                      And the sons of Pullman porters                         Come on and marry me Bill
They stepped so high & they made their bugles ring,      and the sons of engineers                               I got the wedding bell blues                        YMCA - The Village People
we stood beside our cotton bails & didn't say a thing.   ride their father's magic carpet made of steam          Please marry me Bill
                                                         mothers with their babies asleep                        I got the wedding bell blues                        Young man, there's no need to feel down
Chorus I                                                 are rochin' to the gentle beat                          Marry me Bill                                       I said, young man, pick yourself off the ground
                                                         and the rhythm of the rails is all they feel.                                                               I said, young man, 'cause you're in a new town
                                                                                                                                                                     There's no need to be unhappy
Old Hickory said we could take 'em by surprise                                                                   We'll Meet Again - Vera Lynn
if we didn'tfire our muskets                             Good morning America, how are you?                                                                          Young man, there's a place you can go
'til we looked them in the eye.                          Say don't you know me, I'm your native son.             (Chorus)
                                                                                                                 We'll meet again                                    I said, young man, when you're short on your dough
We held our fire 'til we see'd their faces well,         I'm the train they call the City of New Orleans,                                                            You can stay there, and I'm sure you will find
then we opened up our squirrel guns                      I'll be gone five hundred miles when the day is done.   Don't know where
                                                                                                                 Don't know when                                     Many ways to have a good time.
& really gave 'em WELL....
                                                         Night-time on the City of New Orleans                   But I know                                          It's fun to stay at the Y.M.C.A.
Chorus I                                                 changing cars in Memphis, Tennessee                     We'll meet again                                    It's fun to stay at the Y.M.C.A.
                                                         halfway home, we'll be there by morning                 Some sunny day                                      They have everything for young men to enjoy.
They ran thru the briars                                 through the Mississippi darkness                                                                            You can hang out with all the boys.
and they ran thru the brambles                           rollin' down to the sea.                                Keep smilin' thru
                                                                                                                 Just like you                                       It's fun to stay at the Y.M.C.A.
and they ran thru the bushes                             But all the towns and people
where a rabbit wouldn't go.                              seen to fade into a bad dream                           Always do                                           It's fun to stay at the Y.M.C.A.
They ran so fast the                                     and the steel rail hasn't heard the news                'Til the blue skies drive                           You can get yourself clean
                                                                                                                 The dark clouds                                     You can have a good meal
the hounds couldn't catch 'em on                         the conductor sings his songs again,
down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico.              it's passengers will please refrain,                    Far away                                            You can do whatever you feel.
                                                         this train's got the disappearin' railroad blues.                                                           Young man, Are you listening to me
We fired our cannon till the barrel melted down,                                                                 And will you please say hello
                                                                                                                 to the folks that i know                            I said, young man, what do you want to be
then we grabbed an alligator                             Goodnight America, how are you?                                                                             I said, young man, you can make real your dreams,
& we fought another round.                               Say don't you know me, I'm your native son.             Tell'em that I won't be long
                                                                                                                 And they'll be happy to know                        but you've got to know this one thing.
We filled his head with cannon balls,                    I'm the train they call the City of New Orleans,
& powered his behind                                     I'll be gone five hundred miles when the day is done    That when you saw me go                             No man, does it all by himself
'n when we touched the powder off                                                                                I was singing this song                             I said, young man, put your pride on the shelf
the gator lost his mind.                                 Wedding Bell Blues - 5th Dimension                                                                          And just go there, to the Y.M.C.A.
                                                                                                                 Chorus                                              I'm sure they can help you today
Chorus I                                                 Bill, I love you so, I always will
                                                         I look at you and see the passion eyes of May           [spoken]                                            It's fun to stay at the Y.M.C.A.
Chorus II
                                                         Oh, but am I ever gonna see my wedding day              Yeah we'll meet again                               It's fun to stay at the Y.M.C.A.
                                                         I was on your side Bill, when you were losin'           I don't know where                                  They have everything for young men to enjoy.
City of New Orleans - Arlo Guthrie                                                                                                                                   You can hang out with all the boys.
                                                         I'd never scheme or lie Bill, there's been no foolin'   Anf I don't know when
Riding on the City of New Orleans,                       But kisses and love won't carry me                      But I do know
Illinois Central, monday morning rail,                   'till you marry me Bill                                 That we'll meet again                               It's fun to stay at the Y.M.C.A.
fifteen cars and fifteen restless riders,                                                                        Some sunny day                                      It's fun to stay at the Y.M.C.A.
three conductors, twenty-five sacks of mail.             I love you so, I always will                                                                                You can get yourself clean
All along the southbound Odyssey                         And in your voice I hear a choir of carousels           [spoken]                                            You can have a good meal
the train pulls out of Kankakee                          Oh, but am I ever gonna hear my wedding bells           So Honey                                            You can do whatever you feel.
and rolls along the houses, farms and fields,            I was the one who came runnin'                          Keep on smilin' thru                                Young Man, I was once in your shoes,
passing towns that had no names                          when you were lonely                                    Just like you always do                             I said, I was down and out with the blues
and freight yards full of old black men                  I haven't lived one day not lovin' you only             'Til the blue skies                                 I felt, no man cared if I were alive
and the graveyards of the rusted automobiles.            But kisses and love won't carry me                      Drive the dark clouds                               I felt the whole world was so jive
                                                         til you marry me Bill                                   Far away
Good morning America, how are you?                                                                                                                                   That's when someone came up to me
Say don't you know me, I'm your native son.              I love you so, I always will                            And would you please say hello                      and said young man take a walk up the street
I'm the train they call the City of New Orleans,                                                                 To all the folks that I know                        There's a place there called the Y.M.C.A.
                                                                                                                                                                     They can start you back on your way.
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It's fun to stay at the Y.M.C.A.                     One week of every year is designated National            Another big news story of the year concerned the             Their motto is, as you know, Be Prepared! and that is
It's fun to stay at the Y.M.C.A.                     Brotherhood Week. This is just one of many such          ecumenical council in Rome, known as Vatican II.             the name of this song.
They have everything for young men to enjoy.         weeks honoring various worthy causes. One of my          Among the things they did, in an attempt to make the
You can hang out with all the boys.                  favorites is National Make-Fun-Of-The-Handicapped        church more... commercial, was to introduce the              Be prepared! That's the Boy Scouts' marching song,
                                                     Week, which Frank Fontaine and Jerry Lewis are in        vernacular into portions of the Mass to replace Latin,       Be prepared! As through life you march along.
Y.M.C.A. It's fun to stay at the Y.M.C.A.            charge of as you know. During National Brotherhood       and to widen somewhat the range of music                     Be prepared to hold your liquor pretty well.
It's fun to stay at the Y.M.C.A.                     Week various special events are arranged to drive        permissible in the liturgy. But I feel that if they really   Don't write naughty words on walls if you can't spell.
Young man, Young man, there's no need to feel down   home the message of brotherhood - this year, for         want to sell the product in this secular age, what they
Young man, Young man, pick yourself off the ground   example, on the first day of the week, Malcolm X was     ought to do is to redo some of the liturgical music in       Be prepared! To hide that pack of cigarettes.
                                                     killed,* which gives you an idea of how effective the    popular song forms. I have a modest example here;            Don't make book if you cannot cover bets.
Y.M.C.A. just go to the Y.M C.A.                     whole thing is. I'm sure we all agree that we ought to   it's called The Vatican Rag!                                 Keep those reefers hidden where you're sure that they
Young Man, Young Man, I was once in your shoes,      love one another, and I know there are people in the                                                                  will not be found,
Young Man, Young Man, I was out with the blues       world who do not love their fellow human beings, and     First you get down on your knees,                            And be careful not to smoke them when the
                                                     I hate people like that! Here's a song about National    Fiddle with your rosaries,                                   scoutmaster's around,**
Y.M.C.A. Y.M.C.A. Y.M.C.A. Y.M.C.A .                 Brotherhood Week.                                        Bow your head with great respect,                            For he only will insist that they be shared, be
                                                                                                              And genuflect, genuflect, genuflect!                         prepared!
                                                     Oh, the white folks hate the black folks,
                                                     And the black folks hate the white folks;                Do whatever steps you want if                                Be prepared! That's the Boy Scouts' solemn creed,
                                                     To hate all but the right folks                          You have cleared them with the Pontiff.                      Be prepared! And be clean in word and deed.
                                                     Is an old established rule.                              Everybody say his own                                        Don't solicit for your sister, that's not nice,
                                                                                                              Kyrie eleison,                                               Unless you get a good percentage of her price.
                                                     But during National Brotherhood Week,                    Doin' the Vatican Rag.
                                                     National Brotherhood Week,                                                                                            Be prepared! And be careful not to do
                                                     Lena Horne** and Sheriff Clark*** are dancing            Get in line in that processional,                            Your good deeds when there's no one watching you.
                                                     cheek to cheek.                                          Step into that small confessional.                           If you're looking for adventure of a new and different
                                                     It's fun to eulogize The people you despise              There the guy who's got religion'll                          kind,
                                                     As long as you don't let 'em in your school.             Tell you if your sin's original.                             And you come across a Girl Scout who is similarly
Blowin' in the Wind - Bob Dylan                                                                               If it is, try playin' it safer,                              inclined,
How many roads must a man walk down,                 Oh, the poor folks hate the rich folks,                  Drink the wine and chew the wafer,                           Don't be nervous, don't be flustered, don't be scared.
Before you call him a man?                           And the rich folks hate the poor folks.                  Two, four, six, eight,                                       Be prepared!
Yes and how many seas must a white dove sail,        All of my folks hate all of your folks,                  Time to transubstantiate!
Before she sleeps in the sand?                       It's American as apple pie.                                                                                           The Wild West Is Where I Want To Be -
Yes and how many times must cannonballs fly,                                                                  So get down upon your knees,                                 Tom Lehrer
Before they're forever banned?                       But during National Brotherhood Week,                    Fiddle with your rosaries,
The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind        National Brotherhood Week,                               Bow your head with great respect,                            Now if I may indulge in a bit of personal history, a
The answer is blowin' in the wind                    New Yorkers love the Puerto Ricans 'cause it's very      And genuflect, genuflect, genuflect!                         few years ago I worked for a while at the Los Alamos
                                                     chic. Step up and shake the hand                                                                                      scientific laboratory in New Mexico. I had a job there
How many times must a man look up,                   Of someone you can't stand,                              Make a cross on your abdomen,                                as a spy. No, I guess you know that the staff out there
Before he can see the sky?                           You can tolerate him if you try!                         When in Rome do like a Roman;                                at that time was composed almost exclusively of
How many ears must one man have,                                                                              Ave Maria,                                                   spies...of one persuasion or another. And, while I was
Before he can hear people cry?                       Oh, the Protestants hate the Catholics                   Gee, it's good to see ya.                                    out there, I came to realize how much the Wild West
How many deaths will it take till he knows           And the Catholics hate the Protestants,                  Gettin' ecstatic an' sorta dramatic an'                      had changed since the good old days of Wyatt Earp
That too many people have died?                      And the Hindus hate the Moslems,                         Doin' the Vatican                                            and Home on the Range, and here then is a modern
The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind        And everybody hates the Jews.                            Rag!                                                         cowboy ballad commemorating that delightful
The answer is blowin' in the wind                                                                                                                                          metamorphosis, called The Wild West Is Where I
                                                     But during National Brotherhood Week,                    Be Prepared - Tom Lehrer                                     Wanna Be.
How many years can a mountain exist,                 National Brotherhood Week,
Before it's washed to the seas (sea)                 It's National Everyone-Smile-At-One-Another-Hood         I have time for one more here. This one is a little          Along the trail you'll find me lopin'
HOw many years can some people exist,                Week.                                                    song dedicated to the Boy Scouts of America,                 Where the spaces are wide open,
Before they're allowed to be free?                   Be nice to people who Are inferior to you.               [applause] who seem to have a convention here                In the land of the old A.E.C.* Yee-hoo!
How many times can a man turn his head,              It's only for a week, so have no fear;                   tonight. The Boy Scouts of America, those noble              Where the scenery's attractive,
Pretend that he just doesn't see?                    Be grateful that it doesn't last all year!               little... bastions of democracy, and the American            And the air is radioactive,
The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind                                                                 Legion of tomorrow. Their motto is... I would like to        Oh, the Wild West is where I wanna be.
                                                                                                              state at this time that I am not now and have never
The answer is blowin' in the wind.                   The Vatican Rag - Tom Lehrer
                                                                                                              been*... a member of the Boy Scouts of America.              'Mid the sagebrush and the cactus
                                                                                                                                                                           I'll watch the fellows practice
Nat'l Brotherhood Week - Tom Lehrer
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Droppin' bombs through the clean desert breeze. A-          I, ah, I really should say that - I do not direct these   She cut her baby brother in two,                              No siree!
ha!                                                         remarks against the vast army of folk song lovers, but    And served him up as an irish stew,
I'll have on my sombrero,                                   merely against that peculiar hard core who seem to        And invited the neighbors in, -bors in,                       And this is what he said on
And of course I'll wear a pair o'                           equate authenticity with artistic (??) and illiteracy     Invited the neighbors in.                                     His way to armageddon:
Levis over my lead B.V.D.'s.**                              with charm.
                                                            [piano]                                                   And when at last the police came by,                          So long, mom,
I will leave the city's rush,                               Oh, one more thing. one of the more important             Sing rickety-tickety-tin,                                     Im off to drop the bomb,
Leave the fancy and the plush,                              aspects of public folk singing is audience                And when at last the police came by,                          So dont wait up for me.
Leave the snow and leave the slush                          participation, and this happens to be a good song for     Her little pranks she did not deny,                           But though I may roam,
And the crowds.                                             group singing. so if any of you feel like joining in      To do so she would have had to lie,                           Ill come back to my home,
I will seek the desert's hush,                              with me on this song, Id appreciate it if you would       And lying, she knew, was a sin, a sin,                        Although it may be
Where the scenery is lush,                                  leave -- right now.                                       Lying, she knew, was a sin.                                   A pile of debris.
How I long to see the mush-room clouds.
                                                            About a maid Ill sing a song,                             My tragic tale, I wont prolong, Rickety-tickety-tin,          Remember, mommy,
'Mid the yuccas and the thistles                            Sing rickety-tickety-tin,                                 My tragic tale I wont prolong,                                Im off to get a commie,
I'll watch the guided missiles,                             About a maid Ill sing a song                              And if you do not enjoy the song,                             So send me a salami,
While the old F.B.I. watches me. Yee-hoo!                   Who didnt have her family long.                           Youve yourselves to blame if its too long,                    And try to smile somehow.
Yes, I'll soon make my appearance                           Not only did she do them wrong,                           You should never have let me begin, begin,                    Ill look for you when the war is over,
(Soon as I can get my clearance),                           She did evryone of them in, them in,                      You should never have let me begin.                           An hour and a half from now!
'Cause the Wild West is where I wanna be.                   She did evryone of them in.
                                                                                                                      So Long Mom (for WWIII) - Tom Lehrer                          Poisoning Pigeons in the Park - Lehrer
The Irish Ballad - Tom Lehrer                               One morning in a fit of pique,
                                                            Sing rickety-tickety-tin,                                 This year weve been celebrating the hundredth                 Id like to take you now on wings of song, as it were,
Now Id like to turn to the folk song, which has             One morning in a fit of pique,                            anniversary of the civil war and the fiftieth                 and try and help you forget perhaps for a while your
become in recent years the particularly fashionable         She drowned her father in the creek.                      anniversary of the beginning of world war I and the           drab, wretched lives. heres a song all about spring-
form of idiocy among the self-styled intellectual. we       The water tasted bad for a week,                          twentieth anniversary of the end of world war ii              time in general, and in particular Out one of the many
find that people who deplore the level                      And we had to make do with gin, with gin,                 L in all its been a good year for the war buffs and a         delightful pastimes the coming of spring affords us
Rrent popular songs -- although I admit they do seem        We had to make do with gin.                               number of lps and television specials have come out           all.
to be recording almost anything these days. have you                                                                  capitalizing on all this "nostalgia" with particular
heard sesue hayakawas record of remember pearl              Her mother she could never stand,                         emphasis on the songs of Various wars. I feel that if         Spring is here, a-suh-puh-ring is here.
harbor? these same people who deplore the (??) of           Sing rickety-tickety-tin,                                 any songs are going to come out of world war iii wed          Life is skittles and life is beer.
current popular songs and yet will sit around               Her mother she cold never stand,                          better start writing them now. I have one here. you           I think the loveliest time of the year is the spring.
enthralled singing jimmy crack corn and I dont care or      And so a cyanide soup she planned.                        might call it a bit of pre-nostalgia. this is the song that   I do, dont you? course you do.
green grow the rushes, oh! -- whatever that means. at       The mother died with a spoon in her hand,                 Of the boys sang as they went bravely of to world             But theres one thing that makes spring complete for
any rate, for this elite I have                             And her face in a hideous grin, a grin,                   war iii.                                                      me,
An ancient irish ballad, which was written a few years      Her face in a hideous grin.                                                                                             And makes evry sunday a treat for me.
ago, and which is replete with all the accoutrements                                                                  So long, mom,
of this art form. in particular, it has a sort of idiotic   She set her sisters hair on fire,                         Im off to drop the bomb,                                      All the world seems in tune On a spring afternoon,
refrain, in this case ricketty-tickitty-                    Sing rickety-tickety-tin,                                 So dont wait up for me.                                       When were poisoning pigeons in the park.
tin youll notice cropping up from time to time,             She set her sisters hair on fire,                         But while you swelter                                         Evry sunday youll see My sweetheart and me,
running through, I might add, interminable verses. the      And as the smoke and flame rose highr,                    Down there in your shelter,                                   As we poison the pigeons in the park.
large number of verses being a feature expressly            Danced around the funeral pyre,                           You can see me
designed to please the true devotees of the folk song       Playin a violin, -olin,                                   On your tv.                                                   When they see us coming, the birdies all try an hide,
who seem to find singing fifty verses of on top of old      Playin a violin.                                                                                                        But they still go for peanuts when coated with
smokey is twice as enjoyable as singing twenty-five.                                                                  While were attacking frontally,                               cyanide.
                                                            She weighted her brother down with stones,                Watch brinkally and huntally,                                 The suns shining bright, Evrything seems all right,
This type of song also has what is known technically        Rickety-tickety-tin,                                      Describing contrapuntally                                     When were poisoning pigeons in the park.
in music as a modal tune, which means -- for the            She weighted her brother down with stones,                The cities we have lost.
benefit of any layman who may have wandered in this         And sent him off to davy jones.                           No need for you to miss a minute                              Lalaalaalalaladoodiedieedoodoodoo
evening -- that I play a wrong note every now               All they ever found were some bones,                      Of the agonizing holocaust. (yeah!)
and then.                                                   And occasional pieces of skin, of skin,                                                                                 Weve gained notoriety,
[piano]                                                     Occasional pieces of skin.                                Little johnny jones he was a u.s. pilot,                      And caused much anxiety
This song though does differ strikingly from the                                                                      And no shrinking violet was he.                               In the audubon society
genuine folk ballad in that in this song the words          One day when she had nothing to do,                       He was mighty proud when world war three was                  With our games.
which are supposed to rhyme - actually do.                  Sing rickety-tickety-tin,                                 declared,                                                     They call it impiety,
[piano]                                                     One day when she had nothing to do,                       He wasnt scared,                                              And lack of propriety,

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And quite a variety                                    Doo doo, be doo
Of unpleasant names.                                                                                           Now there's no welcome look in your eyes when I             Remember bad bad Leroy Brown
But its not against any religion                       There's a Kind of Hush All Over the                     reach for you.                                              Hey Jimmy touched us with that song
To want to dispose of a pigeon.                        World - Herman's Hermits                                And now your're starting to critisize little things I do.   Time won't change a friend we came to know
                                                                                                               It makes me just feel like crying, (baby).                  And Bobby gave us Mack the Knife
So if sunday youre free,                               There's a kind of hush all over the world tonight       'Cause baby, something in you is dying.                     Well look out, he's back in town
Why dont you come with me,                             All over the world                                                                                                  They'll all be there together
And well poison the pigeons in the park.               you can hear the sounds of lovers in love               You lost that lovin' feeling,                               When they meet in one big show
And maybe well do                                      You know what I mean                                    Whoa, that lovin' feeling,
In a squirrel or two,                                  Just the two of us and nobody else in sight             You've lost that lovin' feeling,                            (Chorus)
While were poisoning pigeons in the park.              There's nobody else and I'm feeling good just holding   Now it's gone...gone...gone...woooooah
                                                       you tight                                                                                                           There's a spotlight waiting
Well murder them all amid laughter and merriment.                                                              Baby, baby, I get down on my knees for you.                 No matter who you are
Except for the few we take home to experiment.         So listen very carefully                                If you would only love me like you used to do, yeah.        'Cause everybody's got a song to sing
My pulse will be quickenin                             Move closer now and you will see what I mean            We had a love...a love...a love you don't find              Everyone's a star
With each drop of strychnine                           It isn't a dream                                        everyday.                                                   (Everybody's got to be a star)
We feed to a pigeon.                                   The only sound that you will hear                       So don't...don't...don't...don't let it slip away.
It just takes a smidgin!                               Is when I whisper in your ear                                                                                       (Chorus)
To poison a pigeon in the park.                        I love you forever and ever                             Baby (baby), baby (baby),
                                                                                                               I beg of you please...please,                               (Chorus)
Rubber Ducky - Donovan                                 There's a kind of hush all over the world tonight       I need your love (I need your love), I need your love
                                                       All over the world                                      (I need your love),                                         (Chorus)
Rubber Ducky, you're the one,                          you can hear the sounds of lovers in love               So bring it on back (So bring it on back), Bring it on
You make bathtime lots of fun,                         La-la-la-la-la-la-la                                    back (so bring it on back).                                 The Fish Cheer & I-Feel-Like-I'm-Fixin'-
Rubber Ducky, I'm awfully fond of you;                 La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
                                                                                                                                                                           To-Die Rag - Country Joe & the Fish
                                                       La-la-la-la-la la-la-la-la-la                           Bring back that lovin' feeling,
Woo woo be doo                                         La-la-la-la-la                                          Whoa, that lovin' feeling                                   Gimme an F!           F!
                                                                                                               Bring back that lovin' feeling,                             Gimme an I!           I!
Rubber Ducky, joy of joys,                             So listen very carefully                                'Cause it's gone...gone...gone,                             Gimme an S!           S!
When I squeeze you, you make noise!                    Move closer now and you will see what I mean            and I can't go on,                                          Gimme an H!           H!
Rubber Ducky, you're my very best friend, it's true!   It isn't a dream                                        noooo...                                                    What's that spell ?   FISH!
                                                       The only sound that you will hear                                                                                   What's that spell ?   FISH!
Doo doo doo doo, doo doo                               Is when I whisper in your ear                           Bring back that lovin' feeling,                             What's that spell ?   FISH!
                                                       I love you forever and ever                             Whoa, that lovin' feeling
Every day when I                                                                                                                                                           Yeah, come on all of you, big strong men,
                                                                                                               Bring back that lovin' feeling,
Make my way to the tubby                               There's a kind of hush all over the world tonight                                                                   Uncle Sam needs your help again.
                                                                                                               'Cause it's gone...gone...
I find a little fella who's                            All over the world                                                                                                  He's got himself in a terrible jam
Cute and yellow and chubby                                                                                                                                                 Way down yonder in Vietnam
                                                       people just like us are fallin' in love                 Rock and Roll Heaven - Righteous                            So put down your books and pick up a gun,
                                                       Yeah, they're fallin' in love
Rub-a-dub-a-dubby!                                                                                             Brothers                                                    We're gonna have a whole lotta fun.
                                                       Hush, they're fallin' in love
                                                       Hush                                                    [Chorus]                                                    [Chorus]
Rubber Ducky, you're so fine                                                                                   If you believe in forever                                   And it's one, two, three,
And I'm lucky that you're mine                         You've Lost that Lovin' Feeling -                       Then life is just a one-night stand                         What are we fighting for ?
Rubber ducky, I'm awfully fond of you.
                                                       Righteous Brothers                                      If there's a rock and roll heaven                           Don't ask me, I don't give a damn,
                                                                                                               Well you know they've got a hell of a band, band,           Next stop is Vietnam;
Every day when I                                       You never close your eyes anymore when I kiss your      band                                                        And it's five, six, seven,
Make my way to the tubby                               lips.
                                                                                                                                                                           Open up the pearly gates,
I find a little fella who's                            And there's no tenderness like before in your           Jimmy gave us rainbows                                      Well there ain't no time to wonder why,
Cute and yellow and chubby                             fingertips.                                             And Janis took a piece of our hearts                        Whoopee! we're all gonna die.
                                                       You're trying hard not to show it, (baby).              And Otis brought us all to the dock of a bay
Rubber Ducky, you're so fine                           But baby, baby I know it...                             Sing a song to light my fire                                Well, come on generals, let's move fast;
And I'm lucky that you're mine                                                                                 Remember Jim that way                                       Your big chance has come at last.
Rubber ducky, I'm awfully fond of -                    You've lost that lovin' feeling,                        They've all found another place                             Gotta go out and get those reds —
Rubber ducky, I'd like a whole pond of -               Whoa, that lovin' feeling,                              Another place to play                                       The only good commie is the one who's dead
Rubber ducky I'm awfully fond of you!                  You've lost that lovin' feeling,                                                                                    And you know that peace can only be won
                                                       Now it's gone...gone...gone...wooooooh.                 (Chorus)                                                    When we've blown 'em all to kingdom come.

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(Chorus)                                                                                                         But by night I'm one hell of a lover             Dr. Frank-N-Furter
                                                     ...and you can do the same thing if you please              I'm just a sweet transvestite                    From Transexual
Huh!                                                                                                             From Transexual, Transylvania
Well, come on Wall Street, don't move slow,
                                                     The Time Warp (Rocky Horror Show)                                                                            Chorus
Why man, this is war au-go-go.                                                                                   Let me show you around, maybe play you a sound   Transylvania
There's plenty good money to be made                 It's astounding, time is fleeting                           You look like you're both pretty groovy
By supplying the Army with the tools of the trade,   Madness takes its toll                                      Or if you want something visual                  Dr. Frank-N-Furter
Just hope and pray that if they drop the bomb,       But listen closely, not for very much longer                That's not too abysmal                           So come up to the lab
They drop it on the Viet Cong.                       I've got to keep control                                    We could take in an old Steeve Reeves movie      And see what's on the slab
(Chorus)                                                                                                                                                          I see you shiver with antici...pation
                                                     I remember doing the TIme Warp                              Brad Majors                                      But maybe the rain
Well, come on mothers throughout the land,           Drinking those moments when                                 I'm glad we caught you at home                   Isn't really to blame
Pack your boys off to Vietnam.                       The blackness would hit me and the void would be            Could we use your phone?                         So I'll remove the cause
Come on fathers, don't hesitate,                     calling                                                     We're both in a bit of a hurry                   But not the symptom
Send 'em off before it's too late.                   Let's do the time warp again...
Be the first one on your block                       Let's do the time warp again!                               Janet Weiss
To have your boy come home in a box.                                                                             Right!
                                                     It's just a jump to the left
(Chorus)                                             And then a step to the right                                Brad Majors
                                                     With your hands on your hips                                We'll just say where we are
Suicide Is Painless - Marilyn Manson                 You bring your knees in tight                               Then go back to the car                          Can't Help Falling in Love - Elvis
                                                     But it's the pelvic thrust that really drives you insane,   We don't want to be any worry
Through early morning fog I see                      Let's do the Time Warp again!                                                                                Wise men say only fools rush in
Visions of the things to be                                                                                                                                       But I can't help falling in love with you
The pains that are withheld for me                                                                               Dr. Frank-N-Furter
                                                     It's so dreamy, oh fantasy free me                          Well you got caught with a flat                  Shall I stay
I realize and I can see...                           So you can't see me, no not at all                                                                           Would it be a sin
                                                                                                                 Well how 'bout that
                                                     In another dimension, with voyeuristic intention            Well babies don't you panic                      If I can't help falling in love with you
That suicide is painless                             Well-secluded, I see all
It brings on many changes                                                                                        By the light of the night
                                                     With a bit of a mind flip                                   It'll all seem alright                           Like a river flows surely to the sea
And I can take or leave it if I please               You're there in the time slip                                                                                Darling so it goes
                                                                                                                 I'll get you a Satanic mechanic
                                                     And nothing can ever be the same                            I'm just a sweet transvestite                    Some things are meant to be
The game of life is hard to play                     You're spaced out on sensation, like you're under                                                            Take my hand, take my whole life too
I'm gonna lose it anyway                                                                                         From Transexual, Transylvania
                                                     sedation                                                    Why don't you stay for the night                 For I can't help falling in love with you
The losing card I'll someday lay                     Let's do the Time Warp again!
So this is all I have to say                                                                                                                                      Like a river flows surely to the sea
                                                                                                                 Riff Raff
                                                     Well I was walking down the street just a-having a          Night!                                           Darling so it goes
Suicide is painless                                  think                                                                                                        Some things are meant to be
It brings on many changes                            When a snake of a guy gave me an evil wink                                                                   Take my hand, take my whole life too
And I can take or leave it if I please                                                                           Dr. Frank-N-Furter
                                                     He shook me up, he took me by surprise                      Or maybe a bite                                  For I can't help falling in love with you
                                                     He had a pickup truck and the devil's eyes.                                                                  For I can't help falling in love with you
The sword of time will pierce our skins              He stared at me and I felt a change
It doesn't hurt when it begins                                                                                   Columbia
                                                     Time meant nothing, never would again                       Bite!
But as it works its way on in                        Let's do the Time Warp again!                                                                                I Like Them Big and Stupid - Julie
The pain grows stronger...watch it grin, but...
                                                                                                                 Dr. Frank-N-Furter                               Brown
                                                     Sweet Transvestite (Rocky Horror                            I could show you my favorite obsession
Suicide is painless                                                                                                                                               When I need somethin' to help me unwind
It brings on many changes                            Show)                                                       I've been making a man
                                                                                                                                                                  I find a six foot baby with a one track mind
And I can take or leave it if I please                                                                           With blonde hair and a tan
                                                     Dr. Frank-N-Furter                                                                                           Smart guys are nowhere, they make demands
                                                                                                                 And he's good for relieving my tension
                                                                                                                                                                  Give me a moron with talented hands
A brave man once requested me                                                                                    I'm just a sweet transvestite
                                                     How do you do                                                                                                I go bar-hopping and they say last call
To answer questions that are key                                                                                 From Transexual, Transylvania
                                                     I see you've met my faithful handyman                                                                        I start shopping for a Neanderthal
Is it to be or not to be                                                                                         Hit it! Hit it!
                                                     He's just a little brought down because
And I replied 'oh why ask me?'                                                                                   I'm just a sweet transvestite
                                                     When you knocked                                                                                             The bigger they come the harder I fall
                                                     He thought you were the candyman                                                                             In love 'til we're done then they're out in the hall
And suicide is painless                                                                                          Chorus
                                                     Don't get strung out by the way I look
It brings on many changes                                                                                        Sweet Transvestite!
                                                     Don't judge a book by its cover                                                                              {Refrain}
And I can take or leave it if I please               I'm not much of a man by the light of day                                                                    I like 'em big and stupid
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I like 'em big and real dumb                           From his lonely wooden tower                               flyer and a rain bow rider ... a strait shootin son of a     are playin in the band.
I like 'em big and stupid                              And when he knew for certain                               gun , i said a                                               Won't you take a ride on the
                                                       Only drowning men could see him                            strait shootin sun of a gun.                                 flyin spoon doot doo doo.
What kind of guy does a lot for me                     He said "All men will be sailors then
A Superman with a lobotomy                             Until the sea shall free them"                             Joy to the world , all the boys and girls , joy to all the   Wondrous apparitions
My fathers outa Harvard                                But he himself was broken                                  fishies in the                                               provided by Magicians
My brothers outa Yale                                  Long before the sky would open                             deep blue sea , joy to you and me.                           doot doot doot lookin out my back door.
But the guy I took home last night                     Forsaken, almost human
Just got outa jail                                     He sank beneath your wisdom like a stone                   Joy to the world , all the boys and girls , joy to the       Smile with me tomorrow,
                                                       And you want to travel with him                            world joy to you                                             today I'll find no sorrow,
The way he grabbed and threw me, ooh it really got     And you want to travel blind                               and me                                                       doot doot doot lookin out my back door.
me hot                                                 And you think maybe you'll trust him
But the way he growled and bit me, I hope he had his   For he's touched your perfect body with his mind.          Joy to the world , all the boys and girls , joy to the
shots                                                                                                             fishies in the deep
                                                       Now Suzanne takes your hand                                blue sea joy to you and me.
The bigger they are the harder they'll work            And she leads you to the river
I got a soft spot for a good lookin' jerk              She is wearing rags and feathers                           Joy the the world , all the boys and girls , joy to the
                                                       From Salvation Army counters                               world , joy to you
{Refrain}                                              And the sun pours down like honey                          and me.
                                                       On our lady of the harbour
I met a guy, who drives a truck                        And she shows you where to look                            Joy to the world , all the boys and girls , joy to the
He can't tell time but he sure can drive               Among the garbage and the flowers                          world , joy to you
I asked his name and he had to think                   There are heroes in the seaweed                            and me.
Could I have found the missing link                    There are children in the morning
He's so stupid you know what he said                   They are leaning out for love                              Lookin' Out My Backdoor - Cleerance
Well I forgot what he said, 'cause it was so stupid    And they will lean that way forever                        Clearwater Revival
                                                       While Suzanne holds the mirror
The bigger they come the harder I fall                 And you want to travel with her                            Just got home from Illinois.
In love 'til we're done then they're out in the hall   And you want to travel blind                               Lock the front door oh boy.
                                                       And you know that you can trust her                        Got to set down take a rest on the porch.
{Refrain}                                              For she's touched your perfect body with her mind.         Imagination sets in, pretty soon I'm singin
                                                                                                                  Doot doot doot lookin out my back door.
I like 'em big and real dumb                           Jeremiah Was A Bullfrog - Cleerance
                                                                                                                  Giant doin cart wheels.
I like 'em big and                                     Clearwater Revival
                                                                                                                  A statue wearing high heels.
Leonard Cohen - Suzanne                                                                                           Look at all the happy creatures
                                                       Jeremiah was a bullfrog, he was good friend of mine.       dancing on the lawn.
Suzanne takes you down to her place near the river     I never understood a single word he said but I helped      Dinosaur victrola
You can hear the boats go by                           him drink                                                  listenin to Buck Owens,
You can spend the night beside her                     his whine. He always had some mighty fine wine.            doot doot doot lookin out my back door
And you know that she's half crazy                     Sing it Joy to the
But that's why you want to be there                    world...all the boys and girls now , joy to the fishies    Tambourines and elephants
And she feeds you tea and oranges                      in the deep blue                                           are playin in the band.
That come all the way from China                       sea and joy to you and me.                                 Won't you take a ride on the
And just when you mean to tell her                                                                                flyin spoon doot doo doo.
That you have no love to give her                      And if i were the king of the world , i tell you what i
Then she gets you on her wavelength                    would do. Id throw                                         Forward troubles Illinois.
And she lets the river answer                          away the cars and the bars in the world and id make        Lock the front door oh boy.
That you've always been her lover                      sweet love to you.                                         Look at all the happy creatures
And you want to travel with her                        Sing it now : Joy the the world , all the boys and girls   dancin on the lawn.
And you want to travel blind                           , joy to the fishies
And you know that she will trust you                   in the deep blue sea , joy to you and me.                  Bother me tomorrow,
For you've touched her perfect body with your mind.                                                               today I'll find no sorrow.
And Jesus was a sailor                                 Yah know I love the ladies , love to have my fun ...       doot doot doot lookin out my back door.
When he walked upon the water                          Im a hard knock
And he spent a long time watching                                                                                 Tambourines and elephants

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