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AGAINST THE WIND

Words and Music by Bob Seger

Copyright © 1980 Gear Publishing Co.

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recorded by Bob Seger & the Silver Bullet Band

It seems like yesterday, but it was long ago.

Janey was lovely. She was the queen of my nights,

There in the darkness with the radio playin’ low,

And the secrets that we shared, the mountains that we moved,

Caught like a wild fire out of control

Till there was nothin’ left to burn and nothin’ left to prove.

And I remember what she said to me, how she swore that it never would end.

I remember how she held me oh so tight,

Wish I didn’t know now what I didn’t know then.

Against the wind, we were runnin’ against the wind.

We were young and strong, we were runnin’ against the wind.

And the years rolled slowly past. And I found myself alone,

Surrounded by strangers I thought were my friends.

I found myself further and further from my home, and I guess I lost my way.

There were oh so many roads. I was livin’ to run and runnin’ to live.

Never worried about payin’, or even how much I owed.

Movin’ eight miles a minute for months at a time, breakin’ all of the rules that would bend,

I began to find myself searchin’, searchin for shelter again and again.

Against the wind, little somethin’ against the wind.

I found myself seekin’ shelter against the wind.

Well, those drifter’s days are past me now.

I’ve got so much to think about: deadlines and commitments,

What to leave in, what to leave out.

Against the wind, I’m still runnin’ against the wind.

I’m older now, but still runnin’ against the wind.

Well, I’m older now, and still runnin’ against the wind,

Against the wind.

AGUA DE BEBER (WATER TO DRINK)

English Words by Norman Gimbel

Portuguese Words by Vinicius De Moraes

Music by Antonio Carlos Jobim

Copyright © 1961, 1970 by EDIZIONI CAMPIDOGLIO - Roma Via D. Montverde, 11, Italy

English Lyric Version Copyright © 1965 BEXHILL MUSIC CORP. and NORMAN GIMBEL for the World

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recorded by Frank Sinatra

Your love is rain, my heart the flower.

I need your love or I will die.

My very life is in your power.

Will I wither and fade or bloom to the sky?

Agua de beber,

give the flower water to drink.

Agua de beber,

give the flower water to drink.

The rain can fall on distant deserts.

The rain can fall upon the sea.

The rain can fall upon the flower.

Since the rain has to fall, let it fall on me.

Agua de beber,

agua de beber camara.

Agua de beber,

Agua de beber camara.

Portuguese Lyrics:

En quis amar mas tive medo.

A quis salvar meu coracao.

Mas o amor sabe um segredo.

O medo pode matar o tue coracao.

Refrain:

Agua de beber,

Agua de beber camara.

Agua de beber,

Agua de beber camara.

En nunca fiz coisa tao certa.

Entrei pro escola do perdao.

A minha casa vive aberta.

Abre todas as portas do coracao.

Refrain

Eu sempre tive uma certeza,

Que so me deu desilusao.

E que o amor e uma tristeza.

Muita magoa demais para um coracao.

Refrain

AIN’T SHE SWEET

Words by Jack Yellen

Music by Milton Ager

© 1927 WARNER BROS. INC.

© Renewed EDWIN H. MORRIS & COMPANY, A Division of MPL Music Publishing, Inc. and WARNER BROS. INC.

All Rights Reserved

recorded by The Beatles

Ain’t she sweet?

See her coming down the street!

Now I ask you very confidentially

Ain’t she sweet?

Ain’t she nice?

Look her over once or twice.

Now I ask you very confidentially

Ain’t she nice?

Just cast an eye in her direction.

Oh, me! Oh, my

Ain’t that perfection?

I repeat,

Don’t you think that’s kind of neat?

And I ask you very confidentially,

Ain’t she sweet?

AIN’T THAT A KICK IN THE HEAD

Words by Sammy Cahn

Music by James Van Heusen

Copyright © 1961 (Renewed) Maraville Music Corp.

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A standard recorded by Dean Martin and various other artists

How lucky can one guy be?

I kissed her and she kissed me!

Like the fella once said,

Ain’t that a kick in the head?

The room was completely black;

I hugged her and she hugged back!

Like the sailor said, quote,

Ain’t that a hole in the boat?

My head keeps spinning,

I go to sleep and keep grinning!

If this is just the beginning,

My life is gonna be bee-u-tee-ful!

I’ve sunshine enough to spread;

It’s just like the fella said.

Tell me quick,

Ain’t love a kick in the head?

How lucky can one guy be?

I kissed her and she kissed me!

Like the fella said,

Ain’t that a kick in the head?

The room was completely black;

I hugged her and she hugged back!

Like the sailor said, quote,

Ain’t that a hole in the boat?

My head keeps spinning,

I go to sleep grinning!

If this is just the beginning,

My life is gonna be bee-u-tee-ful!

She’s telling me we’ll be wed,

She’s picked out a king-sized bed;

I couldn’t feel any better or I’d be sick!

Tell me quick,

Ain’t love a kick in the head?

ALICE IN WONDERLAND

from Walt Disney’s Alice in Wonderland

Words by Bob Hilliard

Music by Sammy Fain

© 1951 Walt Disney Music Company

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Alice in Wonderland, how do you get to Wonderland?

Over the hill or underland or just behind the tree?

When clouds go rolling by, they roll away and leave the sky.

Where is the land beyond the eye that people cannot see?

Where can it be? Where do stars go? Where is the crescent moon?

They must be somewhere in the sunny afternoon.

Alice in Wonderland, where is the path to Wonderland?

Over the hill or here or there? I wonder where.

ALISON

Words and Music by Elvis Costello

Copyright © 1977 by BMG Music Publishing Ltd.

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recorded by Elvis Costello

Oh, it’s so funny to be seeing you after so long, girl.

And with the way you look, I understand that you are not impressed.

But I heard you let that little friend of mine take off your party dress.

I’m not gonna get too sentimental like those other sticky valentines,

’Cause I don’t know if you are loving somebody. I only know it isn’t mine.

Refrain:

Alison, I know this world is killing you,

Oh, Alison, my sin is true.

Well, I see you got a husband now.

Did he leave your pretty fingers lying in the wedding cake?

You used to hold him right in your hand. I’ll bet he took all he could take.

Sometimes I wish that I could stop you from talking when

I hear the silly things that you say.

I think somebody better put out the big light, ’cause I can’t stand to see you this way.

Refrain

Repeat and Fade:

My aim is true.

ALL ALONE AM I

English Lyric by Arthur Altman

Original Lyric by Jean Ioannidis

Music by M. Hadjidakis

Copyright © 1962 SOCIETE DE PROTECTION DU DROITE D’AUTRE (SOPE, Athens, Greece)

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recorded by Brenda Lee

Refrain: All alone am I,

Ever since your goodbye,

All alone with just the beat of my heart.

People all around,

But I don’t hear a sound,

Just the lonely beating of my heart.

No use in holding other hands,

For I’d be holding only emptiness.

No use in kissing other lips,

For I’d be thinking just of your caress.

Refrain Twice

No other voice can say the words

My heart must hear to ever sing again.

The words you used to whisper low,

No other love can ever bring again.

Refrain

ALL AT ONCE YOU LOVE HER

from Pipe Dream

Lyrics by Oscar Hammerstein II

Music by Richard Rodgers

Copyright © 1955 by Richard Rodgers and Oscar Hammerstein II

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recorded by Perry Como

You start to light

Her cigarette

And all at once

You love her.

You’ve scarcely talked,

You’ve scarcely met,

But all at once

You love her.

You like her eyes,

You tell her so.

She thinks you’re wise

And clever.

You kiss goodnight

And then you know

You’ll kiss goodnight

Forever!

You wonder where your heart can go

And all at once you know.

ALL BY MYSELF

Words and Music by Irving Berlin

© Copyright 1921 by Irving Berlin

© Arrangement Copyright 1946 by Irving Berlin

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recorded by Ted Lewis, Frank Crumit, Bing Crosby

I’m so unhappy. What’ll I do?

I long for somebody who will sympathize with me.

I’m growing so tired of living alone. I lie awake all night and cry.

Nobody loves me, that’s why.

All by myself in the morning, all by myself in the night,

I sit alone with a table and a chair,

So unhappy there, playing solitaire

All by myself.

I get lonely, watching the clock on the shelf.

I’d love to rest my weary head on somebody’s shoulder.

I hate to grow older

All by myself.

ALL BY MYSELF

Music by Sergei Rachmaninoff

Words and Additional Music by Eric Carmen

Copyright © 1975 ERIC CARMEN MUSIC, INC.

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recorded by Eric Carmen, Celine Dion

When I was young, I never needed anyone,

And making love was just for fun.

Those days are gone.

Livin’ alone, I think of all the friends I’ve known.

But when I dial the telephone,

Nobody’s home.

Refrain:

All by myself,

Don’t wanna be all by myself anymore.

Hard to be sure. Sometimes I feel so insecure,

And loves so distant and obscure

Remains the cure.

Repeat Refrain Twice

When I was young, I never needed anyone,

And making love was just for fun.

Those days are gone.

Repeat Refrain and Fade

ALL I KNOW

Words and Music by Jimmy Webb

Copyright © 1973 UNIVERSAL - POLYGRAM INTERNATIONAL PUBLISHING, INC.

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recorded by Art Garfunkel

I bruise you, you bruise me,

We both bruise too easily,

Too easily to let it show,

I love you and that’s all I know.

All my plans are fallin’ through,

All my plans depend on you,

Depend on you to help them grow,

I love you and that’s all I know.

When the singer’s gone let the song go on.

But the ending always comes at last,

Endings always come too fast,

They come too fast but they pass too slow,

I love you and that’s all I know.

When the singer’s gone let the song go on.

But the ending always comes at last,

Endings always come too fast,

They come too fast but they pass too slow,

I love you and that’s all I know.

That’s all I know, that’s all I know.

ALL NIGHT LONG (ALL NIGHT)

Words and Music by Lionel Richie

Copyright © 1983 by Brockman Music and Brenda Richie Publishing

All Rights Reserved Used by Permission

recorded by Lionel Richie

Da da, oh.

Well, my friends, the time has come.

Raise the roof and have some fun.

Throw away the work to be done.

Let the music play on. (Play on, play on.)

Ev’rybody sing, ev’rybody dance.

Lose yourself in wild romance.

We’re going to parti’ karamu, fiesta, forever.

Come on and sing along.

We’re going to party, karamu, fiesta, forever.

Come on and sing along.

All night long, all night.

All night long, all night.

All night long, all night.

All night long, oh.

People dancing all in the street,

See the rhythm all in their feet.

Life is good, wild, and sweet.

Let the music play on. (Play on, play on.)

Feel it in your heart and feel it in your soul.

Let the music take control.

We’re going to parti’ liming, fiesta, forever.

Come on and sing my song.

All night long, all night

All night long, all night

All night long, all night.

All night long. Yeah!

Once you get started you can’t sit down.

Come join the fun, it’s a merry-go-round.

Ev’ryone’s dancing their troubles away.

Come join the party, see how we play!

Tom bo li se say de moi ya, yeah, Jambo Jumbo,

Way to parti’ o we goin’, oh, jambali.

Tom bo li de say de moi ya, yeah, Jambo, Jumbo.

Oh, yes. We’re gonna have a party.

All night long, all night.

All night long, all night.

All night long, all night.

All night long.

Ev’ryone you meet,

They’re jamming in the street,

All night long.

ALL OUT OF LOVE

Words and Music by Graham Russell and Clive Davis

Copyright © 1980 by Nottsongs

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recorded by Air Supply

I’m lying alone with my head on the phone,

Thinking of you ’til it hurts.

I know you hurt too, but what else can we do,

Tormented and torn apart.

I wish I could carry your smile in my heart,

For times when my life feels so low.

It would make me believe what tomorrow could bring,

When today doesn’t really know, doesn’t really know.

Refrain:

I’m all out of love, I’m so lost without you,

I know you were right, believing for so long.

I’m all out of love, what am I without you?

I can’t be too late to say that I was so wrong.

I want you to come back and carry me home,

Away from these long, lonely nights.

I’m reaching for you. Are you feeling it too?

Does the feeling seem oh, so right?

And what would you say if I called on you now,

And said that I can’t hold on?

There’s no easy way, it gets harder each day,

Please love me or I’ll be gone, I’ll be gone.

Refrain

Ooh, what are you thinking of?

What are you thinking of?

What are you thinking of?

What are you thinking of?

Refrain

ALL THE WAY

from The Joker Is Wild

Words by Sammy Cahn

Music by James Van Heusen

Copyright © 1957 (Renewed) Maraville Music Corp.

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A standard recorded by Frank Sinatra, Kenny G and various other artists

When somebody loves you, it’s no good unless he loves you all the way.

Happy to be near you, when you need someone to cheer you all the way.

Taller than the tallest tree is, that’s how it’s got to feel.

Deeper than the deep blue sea is, that’s how deep it goes, if it’s real.

When somebody needs you, it’s no good unless she needs you all the way.

Thru the good or lean years and for all the in between years, come what may.

Who knows where the road will lead us, only a fool would say.

But if you let me love you, it’s for sure I’m gonna love you all the way, all the way.

ALL THE YOUNG DUDES

Words and Music by David Bowie

© 1974 (Renewed 2002) EMI MUSIC PUBLISHING LTD., TINTORETTO MUSIC and MOTH MUSIC

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All Rights for TINTORETTO MUSIC Administered by RZO MUSIC

All Rights for MOTH MUSIC Administered by CHRYSALIS SONGS

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recorded by Bruce Dickenson, Mott The Hoople

Billy rapped all night about his suicide,

How he’d kick it in the head when he reached twenty-five. That speed jive.

Don’t want to stay alive when you’re twenty-five.

Wendy’s stealing clothes from marks and sparks,

And Freddy’s got spots from ripping off stars from his face.

A funky little boat race.

The television man is crazy,

Saying we’re juvenile delinquent wrecks.

Man, I need a T.V. when I’ve got T. Rex.

Hey, mister, you guessed, I’m a dude, dad.

Refrain:

All the young dudes carry the news.

Boogaloo dudes carry the news.

All the young dudes carry the news.

Boogaloo dudes carry the news.

Now Lucy looks sweet ’cuz she dresses like a queen.

But she can kick like a mule, it’s a real mean team.

But we can love, oh, we got love.

Brother’s back at home with his Beatles and his Stones.

We never got it off on this revolution stuff.

What a drag, too many snags.

Drunk a lot of wine and I’m feeling fine.

Gotta race some cat to bed.

Is there concrete all around or in my head?

Just in my head? Yeah, I’m a dude, dad.

Refrain

All the young dudes carry the news.

Boogaloo dudes carry the news.

Repeat and Fade

ALL YOU GET FROM LOVE IS A LOVE SONG

Words and Music by Steve Eaton

Copyright © 1973, 1977 by BMG Songs

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recorded by the Carpenters

Like sailin’ on a sailin’ ship to nowhere,

Love took over my heart like an ocean breeze.

As seagulls fly, I knew that I was losin’.

Love was washed away with the driftin’ tide.

Refrain:

Oh, it’s a dirty old shame when all you get from love is a love song

That’s got you layin’ up nights just waitin’ for the music to start.

It’s such a dirty old shame when you got to take the blame for a love song,

Because the best love songs are written with a broken heart.

And now the tears in my eyes are ever blinding.

The future that lies before me I cannot see.

Although tomorrow I know the sun is risin’,

Lighting up the world for ev’ryone, but not for me.

Refrain

Well, it’s a dirty old shame when all you get from love is a love song

That’s got you layin’ up nights just waitin’ for the music to start.

It’s such a dirty old shame when you got to take the blame for a love song.

Because the best love songs are written with a broken heart.

ALONE AGAIN NATURALLY

Words and Music by Raymond O’Sullivan

Copyright © 1972 Grand Upright Music Ltd.

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recorded by Gilbert O’Sullivan

Oh, in a little while from now, if I’m not feeling any less sour

I promise myself to treat myself and visit a nearby tower.

And climbing to the top will throw myself off

In an effort to make it clear to whoever what it’s like when you’re shattered,

Left standing in the lurch at a church where people saying,

My God that’s tough, she’s stood him up, no point in us remaining. We may as well go home.

As I did on my own; alone again, nat’rally.

To think that only yesterday, I was cheerful bright and gay;

Looking forward to, well, who wouldn’t do the role I was about to play:

But as if to knock me down, reality came around;

And without so much, as a mere touch, cut me into little pieces:

Leaving me to doubt talk about God in his mercy,

Who if he really does exist why did he desert me in my hour of need?

I truly am indeed alone again, nat’rally.

It seems to me that there are more hearts

Broken in the world that can’t be mended,

Left unattended: what do we do?

What do we do?

Now looking back over the years, and whatever else that appears;

I remember I cried, when my father died, never wishing to hide the tears:

And at sixty five years old, my mother, God rest her soul,

Couldn’t understand why the only man she had ever loved had been taken:

Leaving her to start with a heart so badly broken,

Despite encouragement from me no words were ever spoken:

And when she passed away I cried and cried all day:

Alone again, nat’rally. Alone again, nat’rally.

ALWAYS AND FOREVER

Words and Music by Rod Temperton

Copyright © 1976 RODSONGS

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recorded by Heatwave

Always and forever, each moment with you

Is just like dream to me that somehow came true.

And I know tomorrow will still be the same,

’Cause we’ve got a life of love that won’t ever change.

Refrain:

And ev’ry day love me your own special way,

Melt all my heart away with a smile.

Take time to tell me you really care

And we’ll share tomorrow together.

(Always forever love you.)

I’ll always love you forever.

(Always forever love you, ever, ever, ever.)

There’ll always be sunshine when I look at you.

It’s something I can’t explain, just the things that you do.

And if you get lonely call me and take

A second to give to me that magic you make.

Refrain

ALWAYS TRUE TO YOU IN MY FASHION

from Kiss Me, Kate

Words and Music by Cole Porter

Copyright © 1948 by Cole Porter

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recorded by Jo Stafford, Jane Harvey, Ann Miller & Tommy Rall

Oh, Bill,

Why can’t you behave?

Oh, why can’t you behave?

How in hell can you be jealous,

When you know, baby, I’m your slave?

I’m just mad for you,

And I’ll always be,

But naturally,

If a custom tailored vet

Asks me out for something wet,

When the vet begins to pet,

I cry, Hooray!

But I’m always true to you, darlin’,

in my fashion,

Yes, I’m always true to you, darlin’, in my way.

I enjoy a tender pass

By the boss of Boston, Mass.

Through his pass is middle class,

And not Back Bay!

But I’m always true to you, darlin’, in my fashion,

Yes, I’m always true to you, darlin’, in my way.

There’s a madman known as Mack

Who is planning to attack.

If his mad attack means a Cadillac,

Okay!

But I’m always true to you, darlin’, in my fashion,

Yes, I’m always true to you, darlin’, in my way.

I’ve been asked to have a meal

By a big tycoon in steel.

If the meal includes a deal,

Accept I may!

But I’m always true to you, darlin’, in my fashion,

Yes, I’m always true to you, darlin’, in my way.

I could never curl my lip

To a dazzlin’ diamond clip,

Though the clip meant let ’er rip,

I’d not say Nay!

But I’m always true to you, darlin’, in my fashion,

Yes, I’m always true to you, darlin’, in my way.

There’s an oil man known as Tex

Who is keen to give me checks,

And his checks I fear,

Mean that Tex is here to stay!

But I’m always true to you, darlin’, in my fashion,

Yes, I’m always true to you, darlin’, in my way.

AMERICAN MADE

Words and Music by Bob DiPiero and Pat McManus

© 1982, 1983 COMBINE MUSIC CORP. and MUSIC CITY MUSIC INC.

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recorded by The Oak Ridge Boys

Seems ev’rything you buy these days has got a foreign name,

From the kind of car I drive to my video game.

I got a Nikon camera, a Sony color TV,

But the one that I love is from the USA and layin’ next to me.

Refrain:

Oh, my baby’s American made,

Born and bred in the USA,

From her silky long hair to her sexy long legs,

My baby is American made.

She looks good in her tight blue jeans she bought in Mexico,

And she loves wearin’ French perfume ev’rywhere we go.

But when it comes to the lovin’ part, one thing is true;

My baby’s genuine USA, red, white, and blue.

Refrain

AMERICAN PIE

Words and Music by Don McLean

Copyright © 1971, 1972 BENNY BIRD CO., INC.

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recorded by Don McLean

A long, long time ago

I can still remember

How that music used to make me smile.

And I knew if I had my chance

That I could make those people dance

And maybe they’d be happy for a while.

But February made me shiver

With ev’ry paper I’d deliver.

Bad news on the doorstep

I couldn’t take one more step.

I can’t remember if I cried

When I read about his widowed bride.

Something touched me deep inside

The day the music died. So

Refrain:

Bye-bye Miss American Pie

Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry.

Them good old boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye,

Singin’ this’ll be the day that I die. This’ll be the day that I die.

Did you write the book of love

And do you have faith in God above?

If the Bible tells you so.

Now do you believe in rock and roll?

Can music save your mortal soul

And can you teach me how to dance real slow?

Well, I know that you’re in love with him

’Cause I saw you dancin’ in the gym.

You both kicked off your shoes.

Man, I dig those rhythm and blues.

I was a lonely teenage broncin’ buck

With a pink carnation and a pick-up truck.

But I knew I was out of luck

The day the music died.

I started singing

Refrain

Now for ten years we’ve been on our own,

And moss grows fat on a rollin’ stone

But that’s not how it used to be

When the jester sang for the king and queen

In a coat he borrowed from James Dean

And a voice that came from you and me

Oh and while the king was looking down,

The jester stole his thorny crown

The courtroom was adjourned,

No verdict was returned

And while Lenin read a book on Marx

The quartet practiced in the park

And we sang dirges in the dark

The day the music died

We were singin’

Refrain

Helter-skelter in the summer swelter

The birds flew off with a fallout shelter

Eight miles high and fallin’ fast,

It landed foul on the grass

The players tried for a forward pass,

With the jester on the sidelines in a cast

Now the half-time air was sweet perfume

While the sergeants played a marching tune

We all got up to dance

But we never got the chance

’Cause the players tried to take the field,

The marching band refused to yield

Do you recall what was revealed

The day the music died

We started singin’

Refrain

And there we were all in one place,

A generation lost in space

With no time left to start again

So come on, Jack be nimble, Jack be quick,

Jack Flash sat on a candlestick

’Cause fire is the devil’s only friend

And as I watched him on the stage

My hands were clenched in fits of rage

No angel born in hell

Could break that Satan’s spell

And as the flames climbed high into the night

To light the sacrificial rite

I saw Satan laughing with delight

The day the music died

He was singin’

Refrain

I met a girl who sang the blues

And I asked her for some happy news,

But she just smiled and turned away.

I went down to the sacred store

Where I heard the music years before,

But the man there said the music wouldn’t play.

And in the streets the children screamed,

The lovers cried and the poets dreamed.

But not a word was spoken, the church bells all were broken.

And the three men I admire most,

The Father, Son and the Holy Ghost,

They caught the last train for the coast

The day the music died.

And they were singin’

Refrain

AMERICAN WOMAN

Written by Burton Cummings, Randy Bachman,

Gary Peterson and Jim Kale

© 1970 (Renewed 1998) SHILLELAGH MUSIC (BMI)/Administered by BUG MUSIC

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recorded by The Guess Who, Lenny Kravitz

American woman, gonna mess your mind.

American woman, she gonna mess your mind.

American woman, gonna mess your mind.

American woman, gonna mess your mind.

I say, A, I say M, I say E, I say R, say I, use C, say A, N.

American woman, gonna mess your mind.

American woman gonna mess your mind.

American woman, gonna mess your mind.

Refrain 1:

American woman, stay away from me,

American woman, mama let me be.

Don’t come hangin’ around my door,

I don’t wanna see your face no more,

I got more important things to do

Than spend my time growin’ old with you.

Now woman, I said stay away,

American woman, listen what I say.

Repeat Refrain 1

Refrain 2:

American Woman, stay away from me,

American woman, mama let me be.

Don’t come hangin’ around my door,

I don’t wanna see your face no more,

I got more important things to do

Than spend my time growin, old with you.

Now woman, I said stay away,

American woman, mama let me be.

Go, gotta get away, gotta get away, now go, go, go.

I’m gonna leave you, woman, gonna leave you woman,

Bye, bye. Bye, bye. Bye, bye. Bye, bye.

You’re no good for me, I’m no good for you.

Gonna look you right in the eye, tell you what I’m gonna do.

You know I’m gonna leave, you know I’m gonna go.

You know I’m gonna leave, you know I’m gonna go, woman.

I’m gonna leave, woman, Goodbye, American woman.

Goodbye, American chick, goodbye, American broad.

American woman, get away from me,

American woman, mama let me be.

Don’t come knockin’ around my door,

Don’t wanna see your shadow no more.

Colored lights can hypnotize,

Sparkle someone else’s eyes.

Now woman, I said get away,

American woman, listen what I say.

American woman, said get away,

American woman, listen what I say.

Don’t come hangin’ around my door,

Don’t wanna see your face no more.

I don’t need your war machines,

I don’t need your ghetto scenes.

Colored lights can hypnotize,

Sparkle someone else’s eyes.

Now woman, get away from me,

American woman, mama let me be.

AMIGOS PARA SIEMPRE (FRIENDS FOR LIFE)

the Official Theme of the Barcelona 1992 Games

Music by Andrew Lloyd Webber

Lyrics by Don Black

© Copyright 1992 Andrew Lloyd Webber assigned to The Really Useful Group Ltd.

International Copyright Secured All Rights Reserved

recorded by Jose Carreras, Sarah Brightman

I don’t have to say a word to you,

You seem to know whatever mood I’m going through.

Feel as though I’ve known you forever.

You can look in to my eyes and see

The way I feel and how the world is treating me.

Maybe I have known you forever.

Refrain:

Amigos para siempre means you’ll always be my friend.

Amigos para siempre means a love that cannot end.

Friends for life, not just a summer or a spring,

Amigos para siempre.

I feel you near me even when we are apart.

Just knowing you are in this world can warm my heart.

Friends for life, not just a summer or a spring,

Amigos para siempre.

We share memories I won’t forget.

And we’ll share more, my friend, we haven’t started yet.

Something happens when we’re together.

When I look at you I wonder why

There has to come a time when we must say good-bye.

I’m alive when we are together.

Refrain

When I look at you I wonder why

There has to come a time when we must say good-bye

I’m alive when we are together.

Refrain

Amigos para siempre means you’ll always be my friend.

Amigos para siempre means a love that cannot end.

Friends for life, not just a summer or a spring,

Amigos para siempre, amigos para siempre.

AMONG MY SOUVENIRS

Words by Edgar Leslie

Music by Horatio Nicholls

Copyright © 1927 by DeSylva, Brown & Henderson, Inc.

Copyright Renewed, Assigned to Chappell & Co.

International Copyright Secured All Rights Reserved

recorded by Connie Francis, Marty Robbins

There’s nothing left for me,

Of days that used to be

I live in memory among my souvenirs.

Some letters tied with blue,

A photograph or two,

I see a rose from you among my souvenirs.

A few more tokens rest

Within my treasure chest,

And though they do their best to give me consolation,

I count them all apart,

And as the teardrops start,

I find a broken heart among my souvenirs.

AND ALL THAT JAZZ

from Chicago

Words by Fred Ebb

Music by John Kander

Copyright © 1973, 1975 by Unichappell Music Inc. and Kander & Ebb, Inc.

Copyright Renewed

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Come on, babe, w

hy don’t we paint the town,

And all that jazz!

I’m gonna rouge my knees and roll my stockings down,

And all that jazz!

Start the car, I know a whoopee spot,

Where the gin is cold but the piano’s hot.

It’s just a noisy hall where there’s a nightly brawl,

And all that jazz!

Slick your hair and wear your buckle shoes,

And all that jazz!

I hear that Father Dip is gonna blow the blues,

And all that jazz!

Hold on, hon, we’re gonna bunny hug,

I bought some aspirin down at United Drug,

In case we shake apart and want a brand new start

To do that jazz!

Oh, I’m gonna see my Sheba shimmy shake.

(And all that jazz!)

Oh, she’s gonna shimmy till her garters break.

(And all that jazz!)

Show her where to park her girdle,

Oh, her mother’s blood’d curdle

If she’d hear her baby’s queer

For all that jazz!

Voice 1:

Find a flask, we’re playing fast and loose,

And all that jazz!

Right up here is where I store the juice,

And all that jazz!

Come on babe, we’re gonna brush the sky.

I betcha Lucky Lindy never flew so high,

’Cause in the stratosphere, how could he lend an ear

To all that jazz!

Voice 2:

Oh, you’re gonna see your Sheba shimmy shake,

And all that jazz!

Oh, I’m gonna shimmy till my garters break,

And all that jazz!

Show me where to park my girdle,

Oh, my mother’s blood’d curdle,

If she’d hear her baby’s queer

For all that jazz!

No, I’m no-one’s wife,

But, oh, I love my life,

And all that jazz!

(Spoken) That jazz!

AND I LOVE YOU SO

Words and Music by Don McLean

Copyright © 1970, 1972 BENNY BIRD CO., INC.

Copyright Renewed

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All Rights Reserved Used by Permission

recorded by Bobby Goldboro, Perry Como

And I love you so, the people ask me how,

How I’ve lived till now; I tell them I don’t know.

I guess they understand how lonely life has been,

But life began again, the day you took my hand.

Refrain:

And yes, I know how lonely (loveless) life can be,

The shadows follow me and the night won’t set me free.

But I don’t let the evening get (bring) me down,

Now that you’re around me.

And you love me too; your thoughts are just for me.

You set my spirit free; I’m happy that you do.

The book of life is brief, and once a page is read,

All but love is dead, that is my belief.

Refrain

And I love you so, the people ask me how,

How I’ve lived till now;

I tell them I don’t know.

ANNIVERSARY SONG

from the Columbia Picture The Jolson Story

By Al Jolson and Saul Chaplin

Copyright © 1946 Mood Music Division - Shapiro, Bernstein & Co., Inc., New York

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Used by Permission

recorded by Al Jolson

Oh, how we danced on the night we were wed.

We vowed our true love, though a word wasn’t said.

The world was in bloom, there were stars in the skies,

Except for the few that were there in your eyes.

Dear, as I held you so close in my arms,

Angels were singing a hymn to your charms.

Two hearts gently beating were murmuring low,

My darling, I love you so.

The night seemed to fade into blossoming dawn.

The sun shone anew but the dance lingered on.

Could we but relive that sweet moment sublime,

We’d find that our love is unaltered by time.

THE ANNIVERSARY WALTZ

Words and Music by Al Dubin and Dave Franklin

Copyright © 1941 by Chappell & Co. for the U.S.A. only

Copyright Renewed

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recorded by Al Jolson

We just discovered each other

Tonight when the lights were low;

One dance led up to another,

And now I can’t let you go, so,

Tell me I may always dance

The anniversary waltz with you.

Tell me this is real romance,

An anniversary dream come true.

Let this be the anthem to our future years,

To millions of smiles and a few little tears.

May I always listen to

The anniversary waltz with you.

ANOTHER ONE BITES THE DUST

Words and Music by John Deacon

© 1980 QUEEN MUSIC LTD.

All Rights for the U.S. and Canada Controlled and Administered by BEECHWOOD MUSIC CORP.

All rights for the world excluding the U.S. and Canada Controlled and Administered by EMI MUSIC PUBLISHING LTD.

All Rights Reserved International Copyright Secured Used by Permission

recorded by Queen

Steve walks warily down the street

With the brim pulled way down low.

Ain’t no sound but the sound of his feet;

Machine guns ready to go.

Are you ready, hey! Are you ready for this?

Are you hanging on the edge of your seat?

Out of the doorway the bullets rip

To the sound of the beat.

Refrain:

Another one bites the dust.

Another one bites the dust.

And another one gone,

and another one gone.

Another one bites the dust.

Hey! I’m gonna get you too.

Another one bites the dust.

How do you think I’m going to get along

Without you when you’re gone?

You took me for ev’rything that I had

And kicked me out on my own.

Are you happy? Are you satisfied?

How long can you stand the heat?

Out of the doorway the bullets rip

To the sound of the beat.

Refrain

4 Times:

Another one bites the dust.

There are plenty of ways that you can hurt a man

And bring him to the ground.

You can beat him, you can cheat him,

you can treat him bad,

And leave him when he’s down.

But I’m ready, yes, I’m ready for you.

I’m standing on my own two feet.

Out of the doorway the bullets rip

To the sound of the beat.

Refrain

ANOTHER OP’NIN’, ANOTHER SHOW

from Kiss Me, Kate

Words and Music by Cole Porter

Copyright © 1949 by Cole Porter

Copyright Renewed, Assigned to John F. Wharton, Trustee of the Cole Porter Musical and Literary Property Trusts

Chappell & Co. owner of publication and allied rights throughout the world

International Copyright Secured All Rights Reserved

Another op’nin’, another show,

In Philly, Boston, or Baltimo’e.

A chance for stage folks to say, hello,

Another op’nin’ of another show.

Another job that you hope, at last,

Will make your future forget your past.

Another pain, where the ulcers grow,

Another op’nin’ of another show!

Four weeks you rehearse and rehearse.

Three weeks and it couldn’t be worse.

One week, will it ever be right?

Then out of the hat it’s that big first night!

The overture is about to start.

You cross your fingers and hold your heart.

It’s curtain time and away we go.

Another op’nin’ of another show.

ANOTHER SUITCASE IN ANOTHER HALL

from Evita

Words by Tim Rice

Music by Andrew Lloyd Webber

Copyright © 1976, 1977 EVITA MUSIC LTD.

Copyright Renewed

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All Rights Reserved Used by Permission

Eva:

I don’t expect my love affairs to last for long,

Never fool myself that my dreams will come true.

Being used to trouble I anticipate it,

But all the same I hate it, wouldn’t you?

Refrain:

So what happens now?

(Choir: Another suitcase in another hall.)

So what happens now?

(Choir: Take your picture off another wall.)

Where am I going to?

(Choir: You’ll get by, you always have before.)

Where am I going to?

Time and time again I’ve said that I don’t care,

That I’m immune to gloom, that I’m hard through and through.

But every time it matters all my words desert me,

So anyone can hurt me and they do.

Refrain

Call in three months time and I’ll be fine, I know.

Well, maybe not that fine, but I’ll survive anyhow.

I won’t recall the names and places of each sad occasion,

But that’s no consolation here and now.

So what happens now?

(Choir: Another suitcase in another hall.)

So what happens now?

(Choir: Take your picture off another wall.)

Where am I going to?

(Choir: You’ll get by, you always have before.)

Where am I going to?

(Choir: Don’t ask anymore.)

ANTICIPATION

Words and Music by Carly Simon

Copyright © 1971 Quackenbush Music Ltd. Copyright Renewed All Rights Reserved Used by Permission

recorded by Carly Simon

We can never know about the days to come,

But we think about them anyway.

And I wonder if I’m really with you now,

Or just chasing after some finer day.

Refrain:

Anticipation, anticipation is making me late,

Is keeping me waiting.

And I tell you how easy it feels to be with you.

And how right your arms feel around me.

But I, I rehearsed those words just late last night,

When I was thinking about how right tonight might be

Refrain

And tomorrow we might not be together.

I’m no prophet, I don’t know nature’s ways.

So I’ll try and see into your eyes right now,

And stay right here, ’cause these are the good old days.

These are the good old days.

And stay right here, ’cause these are the good old days.

These are the good old days.

These are the good old days.

These are the good old days.

These are the good old days.

ANY DREAM WILL DO

from Joseph and the Amazing Technicolor ® Dreamcoat

Music by Andrew Lloyd Webber

Lyrics by Tim Rice

© Copyright 1969 Andrew Lloyd Webber assigned to The Really Useful Group Ltd.

Copyright Renewed

International Copyright Secured All Rights Reserved

I closed my eyes,

Drew back the curtain,

To see for certain

What I thought I knew.

Far, far away,

Someone was weeping,

But the world was sleeping.

Any dream will do.

I wore my coat,

With golden lining,

Bright colours shining,

Wonderful and new.

And in the east,

The dawn was breaking,

And the world was waking.

Any dream will do.

A crash of drums,

A flash of light,

My golden coat

Flew out of sight.

The colours faded into darkness,

I was left alone.

May I return,

To the beginning?

The light is dimming,

And the dream is too.

The world and I,

We are still waiting,

Still hesitating.

Any dream will do.

ANY PLACE I HANG MY HAT IS HOME

from St. Louis Woman

Words by Johnny Mercer

Music by Harold Arlen

Copyright © 1946 (Renewed) by Chappell & Co. and S.A. Music Co.

International Copyright Secured All Rights Reserved

Free an’ easy, that’s my style,

Howdy do me, watch me smile,

Fare thee well me afterwhile,

’Cause I gotta roam.

An’ any place I hang my hat is home!

Sweetnin’ water, cherry wine,

Thank you kindly, suits me fine.

Kansas City, Caroline,

That’s my honeycomb.

’Cause any place I hang my hat is home.

Birds roostin’ in the tree pick up an’ go,

An’ the goin’ proves

That’s how it ought to be.

I pick up too,

When the spirit moves me.

Cross the river round the bend,

Howdy stranger, so long friend,

There’s a voice in the lonesome win’

That keeps whisperin’ roam!

I’m goin’ where a welcome mat is,

No matter where that is,

’Cause any place I hang my hat is home.

ANYTHING YOU CAN DO

from the Stage Production Annie Get Your Gun

Words and Music by Irving Berlin

© Copyright 1946 by Irving Berlin

Copyright Renewed

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recorded by Ethel Merman

I’m superior, you’re inferior.

I’m the big attraction, you’re the small.

I’m the major one, you’re the minor one,

I can beat you shootin’, that’s not all.

Annie: Anything you can do, I can do better.

I can do anything better than you.

Frank: No you can’t. Annie: Yes I can.

Frank: No you can’t. Annie: Yes I can.

Frank: No you can’t. Annie: Yes I can, yes I can.

Anything you can be, I can be greater.

Sooner or later, I’m greater than you.

Frank: No you’re not. Annie: Yes I am.

Frank: No you’re not. Annie: Yes I am.

Frank: No you’re not. Annie: Yes I am, yes I am.

Frank: I can shoot a partridge with a single cartridge.

Annie: I can get a sparrow with a bow and arrow.

Frank: I can do most anything.

Annie: Can you bake a pie? Frank: No.

Annie: Neither can I.

Anything you can sing I can sing louder.

I can sing anything louder than you.

Frank: No you can’t. Annie: Yes I can.

Frank: No you can’t. Annie: Yes I can.

Frank: No you can’t. Annie: Yes I can, yes I can.

Annie: Anything you can buy, I can buy cheaper.

I can buy anything cheaper than you.

Frank: Fifty cents. Annie: Forty cents.

Frank: Thirty cents. Annie: Twenty cents.

Frank: No you can’t. Annie: Yes I can, yes I can.

Anything you can dig, I can dig deeper.

I can dig anything deeper than you.

Frank: Thirty feet. Annie: Forty feet.

Frank: Fifty feet. Annie: Sixty feet.

Frank: No you can’t. Annie: Yes I can, yes I can.

Frank: I can drink my liquor faster than a flicker.

Annie: I can do it quicker and get even sicker.

Frank: I can live on bread and cheese. Annie: And only on that?

Frank: Yes. Annie: So can a rat.

Any note you can reach, I can go higher.

I can sing anything higher than you.

Frank: No you can’t. Annie: Yes I can.

Frank: No you can’t. Annie: yes I can

Frank: No you can’t. Annie: Yes I can, yes I can.

Anything you can lick, I can lick faster.

I can lick anything faster than you.

Frank: With your fist. Annie: With my feet.

Frank: With your feet Annie: With an axe.

Frank: No you can’t. Annie: Yes I can, yes I can.

Any school where you went I could be master.

I could be master much faster than you.

Frank: Can you spell? Annie: No I can’t.

Frank: Can you add? Annie: No I can’t.

Frank: Can you teach? Annie: Yes I can, yes I can.

Frank: I could be a racer quite a steeple chaser.

Annie: I can jump a hurdle even with my girdle.

Frank: I can open any safe. Annie: Without being caught?

Frank: Yes. Annie: That’s what I thought.

Any note you can hold I can hold longer.

I can hold any note longer than you.

Frank: No you can’t Annie: Yes I can.

Frank: No you can’t. Annie: Yes I can.

Frank: No you can’t. Annie: Yes I can, yes I can.

ANYWHERE I WANDER

from the Motion Picture Hans Christian Andersen

By Frank Loesser

© 1951, 1952 (Renewed) FRANK MUSIC CORP.

All Rights Reserved

recorded by Julius LaRosa

Her arms were warm as they welcomed me

Her eyes were fire bright.

And then I knew that my path must be

Through the ever haunted night.

For anywhere I wander, anywhere I roam

Till I’m in the arms of my darling again

My heart will find no home.

Anywhere I wander, anywhere I roam.

Her voice was oh such a soft caress

Of love it gently told.

And in her smile was the tenderness

I may never more behold.

For anywhere I wander, anywhere I roam

Till I’m in the arms of my darling again

My heart will find no home.

Anywhere I wander, anywhere I roam.

AQUALUNG

Music by Ian Anderson

Lyrics by Jennie Anderson

Copyright © 1971 Chrysalis Music Ltd.

Copyright Renewed

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All Rights Reserved Used by Permission

recorded by Jethro Tull

Sitting on a park bench,

Eyeing little girls with bad intent,

Snot is running down his nose,

Greasy fingers smearing shabby clothes.

Hey, Aqualung.

Drying in the cold sun,

Watching as the frilly panties run.

Hey Aqualung.

Feeling like a dead duck,

Spitting out pieces of his broken luck.

Oh, Aqualung.

Sun streaking cold, an old man wand’ring lonely,

Taking time the only way he knows.

Legs hurting bad as he bends to pick a dogend.

He goes down to the bog and warms his feet.

Feeling alone, the army’s up the road,

Salvation a la mode and a cup of tea.

Aqualung, my friend, don’t you start away uneasy.

You poor old sod, you see it’s only me.

Do you still remember? December’s foggy freeze

When the ice that clings onto your beard was screaming agony?

And you snatch your rattling last breaths

With deep sea diver sounds

And the flowers bloom like madness in the spring.

Sitting on a park bench,

Eyeing little girls with bad intent,

Snot is running down his nose,

Greasy fingers smearing shabby clothes.

Hey Aqualung. Drying in the cold sun,

Watching as the frilly panties run.

Hey, Aqualung.

Feeling like a dead duck,

Spitting out pieces of his broken luck.

Oh, Aqualung.

Oh, Aqualung.

ARE YOU HAVIN’ ANY FUN?

from George White’s Scandals (1939 Edition)

Words by Jack Yellen

Music by Sammy Fain

Copyright © 1939 by Chappell & Co. and Fain Music Co.

Copyright Renewed

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recorded by Elaine Stritch

Are you havin’ any fun?

What y’ gettin’ out o’ livin’?

What good is what you’ve got if you’re not

Havin’ any fun?

Are you havin’ any laughs?

Are you gettin’ any lovin’?

If other people do so can you;

Have a little fun.

After the honey’s in the comb

Little bees go out and play;

Even the old grey mare down home

Has got to have hay. Hey!

Better have a little fun.

You ain’t gonna live forever;

Before you’re old and gray still okay.

Have your little fun, son! Have your little fun!

Are you havin’ any fun?

What y’ getting’ out o’ livin’?

What good is what you’ve got if you’re not

Havin’ any fun?

Are you havin’ any laughs?

Are you getting’ any lovin’?

If other people do so can you;

Have a little fun.

Why do you work and slave and save?

Life is full of ifs and buts;

You know the squirrels save and save,

And what have they got? Nuts!

Better have a little fun.

You ain’t gonna live forever;

Before you’re old and gray still okay

Have your little fun, son! Have your little fun!

ARE YOU SINCERE

Words and Music by Wayne Walker and Lucky Moeller

Copyright © 1957, 1958 UNIVERSAL - CEDARWOOD PUBLISHING

Copyright Renewed

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All Rights Reserved Used by Permission

recorded by Andy Williams, Trini Lopez, Elvis Presley

Are you sincere when you say, I love you?

Are you sincere when you say I’ll be true?

Do you mean ev’ry word that my ears have heard?

I’d like to know which way to go,

Will our love grow, are you sincere?

Are you sincere when you say you miss me?

Are you sincere ev’ry time you kiss me?

And are you really mine ev’ry day, all the time?

I’d like to know which way to go,

Will our love grow? Are you sincere?

AT LONG LAST LOVE

from You Never Know

Words and Music by Cole Porter

Copyright © 1937, 1938 by Chappell & Co.

Copyrights Renewed, Assigned to John F. Wharton, Trustee of the Cole Porter Musical and Literary Property Trusts

Chappell & Co. owner of publication and allied rights throughout the world

International Copyright Secured All Rights Reserved

A standard recorded by Frank Sinatra and various other artists

Is it an earthquake or simply a shock?

Is it the good turtle soup or merely the mock?

Is it a cocktail, this feeling of joy,

Or is what I feel the real McCoy?

Is it for all time, or simply a lark?

Is it Granada I see or only Asbury Park?

Is it a fancy not worth thinking of,

Or is it at long last love?

AT MY FRONT DOOR

Words and Music by John C. Moore and Ewart G. Abner, Jr.

Copyright © 1955 (Renewed) by Conrad Music, a division of Arc Music Corp. (BMI)

International Copyright Secured All Rights Reserved

Used by Permission

recorded by Pat Boone

Crazy little mama come knocking,

Knocking at my front door, door, door.

Crazy little mama come knocking,

Knocking at my front door.

Crazy little mama come knock, knock, knocking

Just like she did it before.

I woke up this morning with a feeling of despair,

I telephoned my baby but she wasn’t there.

Heard someone knocking, and much to my surprise,

There stood my baby, looking in my eyes.

Crazy little mama come knock, knock, knocking

Just like she did it before.

If you got a little mama and ya want to get along,

Teach your little mama right from wrong.

Tell her that you love her like you did before,

She’ll come knock, knock, knocking at your door.

Crazy little mama come knock, knock, knocking

Just like she did before.

AUF WIEDERSEH’N, SWEETHEART

Words by John Sexton and John Turner

Music by Eberhard Storch

Copyright © 1949 by Edition Corso GmbH

Copyright © 1951 by Unichappell Music Inc.

Copyrights Renewed

All Rights for the United States Administered by Unichappell Music Inc.

International Copyright Secured All Rights Reserved

recorded by Vera Lynn

Auf Wiederseh’n, auf Wiederseh’n,

We’ll meet again, sweetheart.

This lovely day has flown away;

The time has come to part.

We’ll kiss again, like this again;

Don’t let the teardrops start.

With love that’s true, I’ll wait for you,

Auf Wiederseh’n, sweetheart.

B

BABY (YOU’VE GOT WHAT IT TAKES)

Words and Music by Clyde Otis and Murray Stein

Copyright © 1958, 1960 by Iza Music Corporation and Universal - Songs of PolyGram International, Inc.

Copyright Renewed

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International Copyright Secured All Rights Reserved

recorded by Dinah Washington, Brook Benton

Well, now it takes more than a robin to make the winter go;

And it takes two lips of fire to melt away the snow.

Well, it takes two hearts a-cookin’ to make a fire grow,

And, baby, you’ve got what it takes.

You know it takes a lot of kissin’ to make a romance sweet.

Ooh, it takes a lot of lovin’ to make my life complete;

And it takes a lot of woman to knock me off my feet,

And, baby, you’ve got what it takes.

I say mm, uh-huh-huh, mm,

You know you’ve got just what it takes.

Because it takes more than an effort to stay away from you.

It takes more than a lifetime to prove that I’ll be true;

But it takes somebody special to make me say, I do,

And, baby, you’ve got what it takes.

BABY I’M YOURS

Words and Music by Carl Martin and Marc Gay

Copyright © 1992 UNIVERSAL MUSIC CORP., SONGS OF UNIVERSAL, INC., CAMEO APPEARANCE BY RAMSES MUSIC, GASOLINE ALLEY MUSIC, PETROL LANE MUSIC and YPPAHC MUSIC

All Rights Controlled and Administered by UNIVERSAL MUSIC CORP. and SONGS OF

UNIVERSAL, INC.

All Rights Reserved Used by Permission

recorded by Shai

Understand, girl, that my heart is in your hands

And I’m cautious of falling in love again.

So, please don’t hurt me.

I’m scared. Don’t desert me.

I’m afraid of being the fool again.

Refrain:

So, baby, I’m yours if you want me.

Baby, I’m yours if you need me.

Loving you forever if you want me.

Baby I’m yours if you need me.

Realize, girl, that my faith is kind of torn.

Watch your step, because my heart is weak and worn.

So, won’t you please be careful,

I’m fragile. I can’t imagine the damage