Tzena, Tzena, Tzena
Performer(s): The Weavers
and multiple other artists



Tzena, Tzena, Tzena, Tzena
Can't you hear the music playing
In the city square
Tzena, Tzena, Tzena, Tzena
Come where all our friends will find us
With the dancers there
Tzena, Tzena join the celebration
There'll be people there from every nation
Dawn will find us laughing in the sunlight
Dancing in the city square
Tzena, Tzena, come and dance the Hora
One, two, three, four
All the boys will envy me for
Tzena, Tzena, when the band is playing
My heart's saying
Tzena, Tzena, Tzena
Tzena, Tzena, Tzena, Tzena
Can't you hear the music playing
In the city square
Tzena, Tzena, Tzena, Tzena
Come where all our friends will find us
With the dancers there
Tzena, Tzena join the celebration
There'll be people there from every nation
Dawn will find us laughing in the sunlight
Dancing in the city square
Tzena, Tzena, come and dance the Hora
One, two, three, four
All the boys will envy me for
Tzena, Tzena, when the band is playing
My heart's saying
Tzena, Tzena, Tzena
Tzena, Tzena join the celebration
There'll be people there from every nation
Dawn will find us laughing in the sunlight
Dancing in the city square
Tzena, Tzena, come and dance the Hora
One, two, three, four
All the boys will envy me for
Tzena, Tzena, when the band is playing
My heart's saying
Tzena, Tzena, Tzena
Tzena, Tzena, come and dance the Hora
One, two, three, four
All the boys will envy me for
Tzena, Tzena, when the band is playing
My heart's saying
Tzena, Tzena, Tzena
Tzena, Tzena, come and dance the Hora
One, two, three, four
All the boys will envy me for
Tzena, Tzena, when the band is playing
My heart's saying
Tzena, Tzena, Tzena
Tzena, Tzena, Tzena

I'd Rather Go Blind
Composer(s): Ellington Jordan; Billy Foster
First release by: Etta James - 1968
Covered by multiple other artists



Something told me it was over 
When I saw you and her talking
Something deep down in my soul said cry girl
When I saw you and that girl walking

I would rather
I would rather go blind, boy
Than to see you walk away from me, child
So you see, I love you so much 
That I don't wanna watch you leave me, baby
Most of all I just don't
I just don't want to be free, no

I was just, I was just
I was just sitting here thinking 
Of your kiss and your warm embrace
When the reflection in the glass that I held to my lips, baby 
Revealed the tears that was on my face

And 
Baby, Baby, I'd rather be blind, boy
Than to see you walk away from me

Kid Stuff
Composer(s): Jerry Crutchfield; Don Earl
Performer(s): Barbara Fairchild; Ralph Emery



I often think of younger days
A boy, a girl, and backyard play
I'd get hurt, you'd get your way
And they called it kid stuff

And though it mattered little then
The childish games you'd always win
Now the stakes are higher and it's no longer kid stuff

Kid stuff when I was little was sitting in the middle of a cotton candy world
But now my heart is saying 'this is no game we're playing'
For I can see I'm losing you to another world

I remember very well plans we made by a wishing well
And secret stuff we couldn't tell
Ain't that just like kid stuff?

And I always thought you'd be mine
At least until the end of time
I wore your ring that cost a dime
Happiness is kid stuff

Kid stuff when I was little was sitting in the middle of a cotton candy world
But now my heart is saying 'this is no game we're playing'
For I can see I'm losing you to another world
I'm losing you to another world

Tyger! Tyger!
Composer(s): William Blake - Toni Tennille - Ron Thronson
Performer(s): Ann Mortifee



Tyger, tyger burning bright
In the forests of the night
What immortal hand or eye
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?

Tyger, tyger please beware
Of human creatures lurking there

Tyger, tyger burning bright
In the forests of the night
Did he smile his handiwork to see
Did he who made the Lamb make thee?

Tyger, tyger please beware
Of human creatures lurking there
Tyger, tyger burning bright

I'd Rather Charleston
Composer(s): George Gershwin; Desmond Carter
Performer(s): Fred & Adele Astaire
and multiple other artists



Fred:
I've seen for days that you've got
The ways that must be checked
In you I never can detect
The slightest signs of intellect
Your mad on dances, think of the chances you neglect
You never seem inclined to use your mind
And it's quite plain to see
That I'm the brains of the family

Fred:
Take a lesson from me

Adele:
I'd rather Charleston

Fred:
Charleston?
Think of what you might be

Adele:
I'd rather Charleston

Fred:
Charleston?
I'm disappointed in you and your ways

Adele:
I'm double-jointed
There's no sensation like syncopation

Fred:
Will you let me know why

Adele:
I'd rather Charleston

Fred:
Charleston?
That's the sort of thing I would never do
So, leave it behind and give your mind to something new

Adele:
I'd rather Charleston 
Fred: (Oh no), Charleston, Charleston with you

Fred:
Your way of living soon will be giving me a pain
You just repeat that same refrain
You use your feet and not your brain
Something has got you
I don't know what you hope to gain
And after all I've done
It's not much fun to have to have a Sister who's
Got her brain in her dancing shoes

Fred:
So, take a lesson from me

Adele:
I'd rather Charleston

Fred:
Charleston?
When you're older you'll see

Adele:
I'd rather Charleston
Fred:
Charleston?
The great improvements I looked for in you

Adele:
I like improvements
They make new plastic just like elastic

Fred:
Say, don't you ever keep cool

Adele:
I'd rather Charleston

Fred:
Oh no, that's the sort of thing silly people do
Hey, haven't you read what Lincoln said in sixty-two

Adele:
Ye-a-a-a-h-h-h!

Fred:
Well, what'd he say?

Adele:
I'd rather Charleston
Fred: (Oh no), Charleston, Charleston with you

Fred: Not me

Kiddio
Composer(s): Brook Benton; Clyde Otis
Performer(s): Brook Benton;
and various other artists



I told you, baby, how I feel
One word can close this deal
Baby, be my queen of hearts
Please gimme that love you've got
A-won'tcha say yes? Don'tcha say no?
Make me feel good, kiddio

Maybe I'm just wastin' time
Can't get you off my mind
You could make me feel so good
I know you could if you only would
A-won'tcha say yes? Don'tcha say no?
Make me feel good, kiddio

I wrote you a six-page letter
I called you on the phone
But you started talkin' 'bout the weather
Kiddio, don'tcha know that's wrong?

I can't stand this playin' 'round
Help me up, don't let me down
Kiss me baby, tell me so
If you love me, let me know
A-won'tcha say yes? Don'tcha say no?
Make me feel good, kiddio

I wrote you a six-page letter
I even called you on the phone
But you started talkin' 'bout the weather
Kiddio, don'tcha know that's wrong?

I can't stand this playin' 'round
Help me up, don't let me down
A-kiss me baby, tell me so
If you love me, let me know
A-won'tcha say yes? Don'tcha say no?
Make me feel good, kiddio

Make me feel so-oh-oh oh good, so, so good, kiddio

Two Women
Composer(s): Bob Lind
Performer(s): Bob Lind



Diana says, "Man, that shirt
Brings out the blue in your eyes"
She tells you the things you say
Are such a welcome surprise
Sarah says, "Jesus Christ
Do we have to hear that story again?
Can't you pick up around you?
I'm not your maid 
Is it too much to ask?
Put a coaster under that glass"

Diana looks in your eyes
And sees there's somebody there
Sarah can only see the clothes
You left on the chair
Diana brushing by, her fingers
Tingling your neck, triggers a memory
You start reaching back for the day
Sarah used to touch you that way

You twist your wedding ring
And wonder whether everything
You used to think was right could now be wrong
But buddy, don't kid yourself
If you move on to something else
Diana will be Sarah before long

Sarah picks up the kids
And brings in the groceries and bills
She knows you and loves you anyway
Like no one else ever will
Diana will always call from the shadows
Promising more
Either way, it's not easy
Every step, either road that you take
You're gonna carry the choices you make

I'd Rather Be With You
Composer(s): Frank Comstock; Roy Alfred
Performer(s): Doris Day & male singer



Male Singer:
If I could sit at a table with Grable
Ride in a car with Lamarr
If I could dance with a sweet chick like Garbo or Dietrich
I'd rather be with you

If I could just cuddle nearer to Shearer
Go on a tour with Lamour
If I could show off the muscle to Rosalind Russell
I'd rather be with you

It won't be Adrian who put's you in clothes
You don't do Maxie Factor to powder your nose
And Grauman's theatre doesn't have the prints of your toes
And without the help of Zanuck you're a panic

If I could go to a parson with Garson
Do just as well with Blondell
If I could share a veranda with Carmen Miranda
I'd rather be with you

Doris:
If I could wear something lacy for Tracy
Let Ray Milland hold my hand
If I could sip a Bacardi with Laurel and Hardy
I'd rather be with you

If I could go in a trailer with Taylor
Be all alone with Tyrone
If I could take all my chances with Errol's romances
I'd rather be with you

You're not with RKO, but still you're OK
You'll never win an Oscar for actin' some day
But you've got hair that's all your own and not a toupee
And you'll never need a double if there's trouble

If I could stay in a stupor with Cooper
Possibly lure Vic Mature
If I could fly to Sumatra with Frankie Sinatra
I'd rather be with you

Male Singer:
If I could go to Havana with Lana

Doris:
Or not have a care for Astaire

Male Singer:
If I could roll out the barrel with Madeleine Carroll
I'd rather be with you

Doris:
If I could just go and wander with Fonda
Send me to stray Joel McCrea
And if I thought I was able to get Mister Gable
I'd rather be with you

Male Singer:
You've got the talent that they never could scout
You don't need Technicolor in case you're in doubt
For you are really at your best with all the lights out
And they may not give you billin' but you're drillin'

Doris:
If I could do somethin' loony with Rooney
Get in a brawl with Jon Hall

Male Singer:
If I could say what's disturbin' to Deanna Durbin
I'd rather be with you

Both:
I'd rather be with you

Kids Got The Blues
Composer(s): John Mayall
Performer(s): John Mayall & The Bluesbreakers



There's a new generation
Who could ever have guessed
All across every nation
And I must confess

When I was just a young lad
I wished I could be playin' the blues
Now it's the twenty-first century
We've come a long way

Ev'ry kid's got those heroes
They're learnin' to play
To make a contribution
Look at all kids with the blues

When you hear that click
You better catch up quick
Ain't that a kick
We got the kids turnin' on to the blues

(Instrumental Break)

It's the same at every concert
Check out the front row
Parents with their children, watchin' them grow
Now they're motivated, won't be long before they're playin' the blues

When you hear that click
You better catch up quick
Now ain't that a kick
We got the kids turnin' on to the blues

(Instrumental Break)

It's a heavy situation
Don't need a new drug
The kids of our nation catchin' that bug
All around the world I hear the sound of kids playin' the blues

When you hear that click
You better catch up quick
Now ain't that a kick
We got the kids turnin' on to the blues

Now ain't that a kick
We got the kids turnin' on to the blues
Ain't that a kick
We got the kids turnin' on to the blues

Two Tone Shoes
((Adapted from: Blue Suede Shoes (Carl Perkins)) 
Composer(s): Carl Perkins
Performer(s): Homer & Jethro



One part's white, the other is tan
I bought 'em down at Tom McAn
Now don't you step on my two-tone shoes
I'll give you a bruise if you step on my shoes

I went to a dance at the Cimarron
I danced all night with my new shoes on
I durn near danced myself to death
The tongues in my shoes was a-pantin' for breath
Now don't you step on my two-tone shoes
Please don't abuse my purty two-tone shoes

I danced on the bottoms, you danced on the top
Honey, this stuff has got to stop
Now don't you step on my two-tone shoes
You've ruined them now, you great big clumsy cow

Now honey you look so nice and neat
Where did you get them great big feet
When we're dancin' all alone
Leave them combat boots at home
Now don't you step on my two-tone shoes
Can't you see your feet are killin' me

Now tell me, Alice, was it malice
When you stepped upon my callus
My two-tones, I wore 'em plumb full of holes
The tops are shot, have mercy on my soles

I'd Rather Be With You
Composer(s): George Clinton; Bootsy Collins; Gary Lee Cooper
First release by: Bootsy's Rubber Band - 1976
Covered by multiple other artists



I'd rather be with you, yeah
yeah, I'd rather be with you
I'd rather be with you, yeah
Yeah I'd rather be with you

I'd rather be with you until i'm through
Oh yes I do
I'd rather be with you until that day we'll fly away
I just love that smiling face in the early sun
If I can't have you to myself, then life's no fun

I'd rather be with you, yeah
yeah, I'd rather be with you
I'd rather be with you, yeah
Yeah I'd rather be with you
I wanna hold you hand
Oh, if I can just be your man
I wanna be you friend
Not now and then, but until the end
I just love the way you act, and that's a fact
I wanna be your number one, so picture that

Maybe the next time
Maybe the next time
Maybe the next time
Maybe the next time
I'd rather be with you
Yeah
Yeah, I'd rather be with you

I'd rather be with you until I'm through
Oh, yes I do
I'd rather be with you until that day we'll fly away
I just love that smiling face in the early sun
If I can't have you to myself, then life's no fun

I'd rather be with you, yeah
Yeah, I'd rather be with you
I'd rather be with you, yeah
Yeah I'd rather be with you
Oh babe
Well, uh, you might think i'm trying to be funny
But I'm really serious this time, baby
(I'd rather be with you)
Even though, uh, it's a cold world, baby
But you know deep down inside that I do love ya
(I'd rather be with you)
I know I sound strange, but I really mean it
We gonna make it this time baby
(I'd rather be with you)
You're the only one I really love now
I'm coming at you with both hands tied behind my back, baby
(I'd rather be with you, yeah)
You got me, I'm coming at you, get ready
I'm gonna stick my love in your eye, baby
(I'd rather be with you, yeah)
You can see me coming baby, just coming all over you
(yeah I'd rather be with you)

Kids Of The Baby Boom
Composer(s): David Bellamy
Performer(s): The Bellamy Brothers



Our daddys won the war and came home to our moms
They gave them so much love that all us kids were born
We all grew up on Mickey Mouse and hula-hoops
Then we all bought BMW's and brand new pickup trucks
And we watched John Kennedy die one afternoon
Kids of the baby boom

It was a time of new prosperity in the USA
All the fortunate offsprings never had to pay
We had sympathy for the devil and the Rolling Stones
Then we got a little older, we found Haggard and Jones
A generation screaming for more room
Kids of the baby boom

Kids of the baby boom, we had freedom, we had money
Baby boom, here in the land of milk and honey
Counting our chickens way too soon
Kids of the baby boom

Now we all can run computers and we all can dance
We all have Calvin Klein written on our underpants
And at six-o'clock, like robots, we turn on the news
Watch those third world countries deal out more abuse
Remember the first man on the moon

Kids of the baby boom

Kids of the baby boom, we had freedom, we had money
Baby boom, here in the land of milk and honey
Counting our chickens way too soon
Kids of the baby boom

As our lives become a capsule they send to the stars
And our children look at us like we came from Mars
As the farms disappear and the sky turns black
We're a nation full of takers, never giving back
We never stop to think what we consume
Kids of the baby boom

Kids of the baby boom, we had freedom, we had money
Baby boom, here in the land of milk and honey
Cuonting our chickens way too soon
Kids of the baby boom

Our optimism mingles with the doom
Kids of the baby boom

2 Years On
Composer(s): Maurice Gibb - Robin Gibb
Performer(s): Bee Gees



One year, two years, time goes by
People laugh and people cry

Ev'ry morning the clock strikes eight
I go to work. I close the gate
And on my way, I sing a song
About my wife, where I belong

If the clouds get together and talk about the weather
If it's rain they anticipate
Baby make no mistake
Yes the storm will break but never me you see

Two years on  
Two years on 
But only you can see me
Only you can see me

For what I've got
Sir Lancelot was just a dream and I am not
For I am he with something more
It's you and I reality

If the cloud get together and talk about the weather
If it's rain they anticipate
Baby, make no mistake
Yes the storm will break but never me you see

Two years on  
Two years on 
But only you can see me
Only you can see me
Two years on  
Two years on 
Ah...

I'd Rather Be Me
Composer(s): Felix Bernard; Eddie Cherkose; Sam Coslow
Performer(s): Bing Crosby
and multiple other artists



I’d rather be me with you than anyone else
For anyone else would never have you to love
I’m awfully glad to be just plain little me
No hero supreme, just someone you’re dreaming of

If I were Sinatra
Or someone like Bing
And you weren’t beside me
What would it mean, not a thing

I’d rather be me with you than anyone else
Somehow I find it more fun
Just being the one you love

Oh yes indeed, yes indeed
I’d rather be me with you than anyone else
Somehow I find it more fun
Just being the one you love

Kijk In De Spiegel
Composer(s): Jimmy Frey; N. Byl
Performer(s): Jimmy Frey



Geef de schuld niet aan een ander
Als die jou niet meer begrijpt
Zeg niet hop en je verandert
Op zo een korte tijd 

Kijk in de spiegel
Kijk in de spiegel
Vlak in het gelaat
Van wie daar voor je staat 

En voordat je durft beweren
Dat je nooit wat hebt misdaan
En je van je hele leven
Geen hart hebt pijn gedaan 

Kijk in de spiegel
Kijk in de spiegel
Vlak in het gelaat
Van wie daar voor je staat 

Iedereen heeft zijn gebreken
Eigen schuld herken je niet
Maar indien je eens wil weten
Hoe een ander je wel ziet 

Zie je steeds dezelfde ogen
Even vriendelijk en klaar 
Die van eerlijkheid getuigen
Of die van een huiver lacht 

Kijk in de spiegel
Kijk in de spiegel
Vlak in het gelaat
Van wie daar voor je staat 

Iedereen heeft zijn gebreken
Eigen schuld herken je niet
Maar indien je eens wil weten
Hoe een ander je wel ziet 

Geef de schuld niet aan een ander
Als die jou niet meer begrijpt
Zeg niet hop en je verandert
Op zo een korte tijd 

Kijk in de spiegel
Kijk in de spiegel
Vlak in het gelaat
Van wie daar voor je staat

Two Ton Tessie (From Tennessee)
Composer(s): Lou Handman - Roy Turk
Performer(s): Mickey Guy's Hottentots
and multiple other artists



Down in Nashville, Tennessee (Oh yeah)
There's a sight you oughta see (Oh yeah)
But as long as you can't get down there
I'll tell you all, so listen to me

There's a girl named Tessie Town (Oh yeah)
And she weighs about four hundred pounds (Oh yeah)
She's fat and fair, she don't care
'Cause the boys all hang around

They call her Two Ton Tessie from Tennessee
Holds ten sweeties up on her knee
When she does, all the fun begins
When they play tennis on her double-chin

They all answer to her demands
And bring her tires for wedding bands
But I just got a little inside tip
They promised her a nightclub on her hip
Yeah, Two Ton Tessie from Nashville, Tennessee
(She's from Tennessee)

(Ev'ry time she struts around) Uh-huh
(She puts on an extra pound) Is that right?
(But it doesn't seem to worry her)
(The weight is making Tessie reknowned)

(Is a-trying to reduce)
(And she's got a good excuse)
(Fat and fair, but she don't care)
('Cause the boys all hang around)

(They call her) Two Ton Tessie from Tennessee
Goes in swimming up to her knee
Once she went in to her neck
The tide rose up and made the town a wreck

She was hit on the railroad track
Engines hit her and bounced right back
Her appendix had to come out fast
They couldn't operate, so they had to blast
On Two Ton Tessie from Nashville, Tennessee
(She's from Tennessee)

On a streetcar I heard 'em say
Six men gave her a seat one day
All the baseball players have stopped their gym
They run around Tessie just to stay in trim
Two ton Tessie from Knoxville, I mean a-Memphis
Oh-ah, Nashville, Tennessee

(She's from Tennessee) A-that's right!

I'd Rather Be Blue Over You (Than Happy With Somebody Else) 
Composer(s): Fred Fisher; Billy Rose
Performer(s): Barbra Streisand



I'd rather be blue thinking of you
I'd rather be blue over you
Than be happy with somebody else
I'm crazy about'cha, without'cha
For you I'm strong
I can't do without'cha
Howcha magoucha?
Don't stay too long
I need a little ah, bedroom, little oh
And I'm knocking on wood
Ah, honey hurry up, hurry up, hurry up
It's so hard to be good

I'd rather be blue thinking of you
I'd rather be blue over you
Than be happy with somebody else
Will I be good? Will I be bad?
Don't be a fool, you fool
My little flat, I'm turning that
Into a Sunday school
While you're away, I'm here to say
There'll be no iceman there
Singin' the blues I'm gonna use
Nothin' but Frigidaire
I'd rather be blue thinking of you
I'd rather be blue over you
Than be happy with somebody else
Blue over you, I'd rather be blue over you
Than be hap-hap-hap-happy
With somebody else

Kijken Hoe Het Morgen Wordt
Performer(s): Boudewijn de Groot



Wees stil en blijf nog even
In dit warme, witte bed
Luisteren naar het eerste leven
Nog is de nacht niet weggedreven
Onze dromen op de tocht gezet

Nu wordt de kamer licht en kouder
De slaap was ons alweer te kort
En jouw gezicht lijkt plotseling ouder
Terwijl je peinzend over m'n schouder
Ligt te kijken hoe het morgen wordt

Jij denkt aan al die uren
Van werk en haast en vlijt
Geen tijd voor tedere avonturen
Tussen de duizend blinde muren
Van brood en haat en nijd

De krant ligt in de bus te wachten
En strakjes ligt die op je bord
Een droevig ding vol jammerklachten
Kom, laten we nog even wachten
En kijken hoe het morgen wordt

De avond veegt ons samen
Vermoeid en soms gewond
We zitten ons verward te schamen
Verwonderd hoe we zover kwamen
Dan snoert het eten ons de mond

Vertrouwen we op loze kreten
Of is de dag alweer te kort
We zullen nooit de waarheid weten
Kom, laten we vandaag vergeten
Laten we vandaag vergeten
En kijken hoe het morgen wordt

Two Teardrops
Composer(s): Bill Anderson - Steve Wariner
Performer(s): Steve Wariner; The Countdown Singers



Two teardrops were floatin' down the river
One teardrop said to the other
I'm from the soft blue eyes of a woman in love
I'm a tear of joy she couldn't carry
She was so happy she just got married
I was on her cheek when she wiped me away with her glove
I could tell from the look on her face she didn't need me
So I drifted on down and caught me a ride to the sea

The other tear said we've got a connection
I'm a tear of sorrow born of rejection
I'm from the sad brown eyes of her old flame
She told him they would be lifelong companions
Left him with questions and not any answers
I was on his cheek as he stood there calling her name
I could tell he had a lot of my friends for company
So I drifted on down and caught me a ride to the sea

Oh the ocean's a little bit bigger tonight
Two more teardrops somebody cried
One of them happy and one of them bluer than blue
The tide goes out and the tide comes in
And someday they'll be teardrops again
Released in a moment of pleasure or a moment of pain
Then they drift on down and ride to the sea again

Last night I sat in the waiting room
The nurse walked in and gave me the news
It's a baby girl and they're both fine
An old man sittin' not 10 feet away
Just lost his wife and he said to me
You've got a brand new angel and I've lost mine
I guess the good Lord giveth and the good Lord taketh away
And we both wiped a teardrop from our face

Oh the ocean's a little bit bigger tonight
Two more teardrops somebody cried
One of them happy and one of them bluer than blue
The tide goes out and the tide comes in
A whole new circle of life begins
Where tears are a part of the pleasure and part of the pain
'Til they drift on down and ride to the sea again

Two teardrops floatin' down the river
Two teardrops floatin' down the river

I’d Rather Be
Composer(s): Cindy Walker
Performer(s): Ernest Tubb



I'd Rather Be in a dirty old jailhouse
Wearing a ball and a chain
Than be with a girl who don’t love me
Chained by a wedding ring

I'd rather be just an old lonesome hobo
Riding the rails where they whine
Than stay with a girl who don’t want me
And lets me know it all the time

And so you’re free you can go were you want to
I wouldn’t stand in you way
If you don’t want me I don’t want you
And there’s nothing else left to say

I'd Rather Be in my grave six feet under
Shaded by some faithful tree
Than be with a girl who’s unfaithful
And that’s what you’d rather be

Ah Buddy Edmonds now

And so you’re free you can go were you want to
I wouldn’t stand in you way
If you don’t want me I don’t want you
And there’s nothing else left to say

Because I'd Rather Be in my grave six feet under
Shaded by some faithful tree
Than be with a girl who’s unfaithful
And that’s what you’d rather be