Talkin' New York
Composer(s): Bob Dylan
Performer(s): Bob Dylan; Michel Montecrossa



Ramblin' outa the wild West
Leavin' the towns I love the best
Thought I'd seen some ups and down
Til I come into New York town
People goin' down to the ground
Buildings goin' up to the sky

Wintertime in New York town
The wind blowin' snow around
Walk around with nowhere to go
Somebody could freeze right to the bone
I froze right to the bone
New York Times said it was the coldest winter
in seventeen years

I didn't feel so cold then 
I swung on to my old guitar
Grabbed hold of a subway car
And after a rocking, reeling, rolling ride

I landed up on the downtown side
Greenwich Village

I walked down there and ended up
In one of them coffee-houses on the block
Got on the stage to sing and play
Man there said, "Come back some other day
You sound like a hillbilly
We want folk singers here"

Well, I got a harmonica job, begun to play
Blowin' my lungs out for a dollar a day
I blowed inside out and upside down
The man there said he loved m' sound
He was ravin' about how he loved m' sound
Dollar a day's worth

And after weeks and weeks of hangin' around
I finally got a job in New York town
In a bigger place, bigger money too
Even joined the union and paid m' dues

Now, a very great man once said
That some people rob you with a fountain pen
It didn't take too long to find out
Just what he was talkin' about
A lot of people don't have much food on their table
But they got a lot of forks n' knives
And they gotta cut somethin'

So one mornin' when the sun was warm
I rambled out of New York town
Pulled my cap down over my eyes
And headed out for the western skies
So long, New York
Howdy, East Orange

Mr. Jaws
Composer(s): Bill Ramal
Performer(s): Dickie Goodman



We are here on the beach 
where a giant shark has just eaten a girl swimmer
Well Mr. Jaws, how was it? 
"Dynomite"
And what did she say when you grabbed her?
"Please Mr. Please"
I know sharks are stupid, but what did you think when you took that first bite?
"How sweet it is"
Mr. Jaws, before you swim out to sea, have you anything else to say?
"Why can't we be friends, why can't we be friends?"
With me now is the local sheriff
Sheriff Brody, the shark will be back for lunch 
What do you intend to do?
"Do a little dance, make a little love, get down tonight"
Just arriving is oceanographer Matt Hooper
Sir, if someone is attacked by a shark, what should they do?
"Do the hustle"
We are going aboard the fishing boat of Captain Quint
Captain, will you be able to catch this giant shark?
"I will", "I will", "I will" (thank you, captain) "I will" (captain!) 
"I will" (captain!) "I will" (captain!)
When you catch one of these sharks, what do you feel like?
"Like a Rhinestone Cowboy"
We've just sighted the shark again 
He's coming straight for us.
Captain Quint is shouting something at him
"Get you baby one of these nights"
Hey Jaws, the captain says he's going to catch you
What do you think of that?
"Jive talkin'"
Uh-oh, here he comes again!

They've hit him! 
Mr. Jaws, why doesn't anything seem to hurt you?
"Big boys don't cry, big boys don't cry"
He's coming right onto the boat! 
Mr. Jaws, why are you grabbing my hand?
"Wouldn't you give your hand to a friend?"
No wait! Mr. Jaws! 
That's not the way this record is supposed to end! 
Help! Help!

Gloomy
Composer(s): John C. Fogerty
Performer(s): Creedence Clearwater Revival



Some people laugh in the dark
Some people cry alone
Some people talk without sayin' a thing
And ev'rything turns out Gloomy

Some people count your money
Someone is countin' your days
And Somebody got to keep track of your mind
When ev'rything turns out Gloomy

Brothers'll make you look sideways
Fathers'll make you look back
And when you're done talking, you still got to shoot
Cause ev'rything turns out Gloomy

Ooooooh! Ooooooh!

Talkin' 'Bout You
((French Version: Personne Au Monde (Eddy Mitchell) - 1965))
Composer(s): Ray Charles
First release by: Ray Charles - 1958
Covered by multiple other artists



Ah, ha, ha, ha, da, dah-um-dah
Ah, ha, ha, dah-um-dah, da
Ah, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha
Ah, ha, ha-um-ha da

Who knows how to love me (talkin' about you)
In my way (talkin' about you)
Nobody but you (talkin' about you)
Talkin' about you (talkin' about you)
You know how to love me
In my way
Nobody but you
I do mean you, you, you!
Know how to love me
In my way
You're always there
Every night and day
Nobody but you
I do mean you
Talkin' 'bout you
Whoa-oh yeah

I'm gonna talk
Talk about you
Every day
Every night
You know on Monday
I'm gonna talk
On Tuesday
I'm gonna talk
All day Wednesday
I'm gonna talk

Every day (hey-ay-ay-ay)
Every night (hey-ay-ay-ay)
It's alright (hey-ay-ay-ay)
Gonna talk (hey-ay-ay-ay)
Talkin' 'bout (hey-ay-ay-ay)
Tell my brother (hey-ay-ay-ay)
Tell my mother (hey-ay-ay-ay)
Tell my sister (hey-ay-ay-ay)
Tell my father (hey-ay-ay-ay)

Come on (shout)
You make me (shout)
You make me (shout)
You're makin' me (shout)
Feel like I wanna (shout)
Jump up now (shout)
Come on now (shout)
Everybody (shout)
Everybody (shout)
I'm feelin' (shout)
That I wanna (shout)

Mr. Heartache
Performer(s): Christine Quaite



(Mister Heartache, Mister Heartache)

Mister Heartache took me out tonight
And we took in all the local spots in town
Since you left me, Mister Heartache
Has been good enough to show me all around

Mister Heartache, he keeps me company
And I tell him things I'd like to say to you
Mister Heartache's been my new date
Ever since the day you told me we were through

He's with me constantly
Though I don't want him around
But he's always true to me
He's the only one that won't let me down

Ah, Mister Heartache keeps me company
And I tell him things I'd like to say to you
Mister Heartache's been my new date
Ever since the day you told me we were through

(Mister Heartache, Mister Heartache)
Mister Heartache's been my new date
Ever since the day you told me we were through

He's with me constantly
Though I don't want him around
But he's always true to me
He's the only one that won't let me down

Yeah, Mister Heartache keeps me company
And I tell him things I'd like to say to you
Mister Heartache's been my new date
Ever since the day you told me we were through

(Mister Heartache, Mister Heartache)

Gloom, Despair And Agony On Me
Performer(s): Buck Owens & Roy Clark



Gloom, despair, and agony on me
Deep, dark depression, excessive misery
If it weren't for bad luck, I'd have no luck at all
Gloom, despair, and agony on me

We figured she was rich, loaded to the hilt
And we figured she had class like the Vanderbilts
'Cause we had heard for years how she was so well reared
How was we to know they meant the way she was built

Gloom, despair, and agony on me
Deep, dark depression, excessive misery
If it weren't for bad luck, I'd have no luck at all
Gloom, despair, and agony on me

Talk To You
Composer(s): Ronnie Lane - Steve Marriott
Performer(s): The Small Faces



Listen
It's been three months
Since I was last with you
Ha
So many people trying to
Stop me geting through
Heah

The doorman he just laughed
But I don't want no autograph
Now, listen to me baby
All I want to do
Is talk to you
Ha

You know I didn't stop you doin'
Things you wanted to do
But now it's gone too far
It looks like I'm losing you
Heah

But I don't want sympathy
No, no, no
But please don't turn your back on me
Listen, baby
All I want to do
Is talk to you
Heah

I gotta talk to you
I gotta try to make you see
Just how very, very much 
You mean to me
Yep, yep, yeah, ha

Would it be too much
To try and jog your memory?
You remember me, baby, ha
I hope that I'm still
Part of your history, heah

Now I don't want to share your car
No, no, no
Or stop you being a star
Ha
All I want to
All I want to do
You know what I got to do
Ha
Got to keep on trying

Mr. Goldstone
Composer(s): Jule Styne; Stephen Sondheim
Performer(s): Bette Middler
and various other artists



Herbie: 
Rose, this is Mr. Goldstone
Momma Rose 
Have an eggroll, Mr. Goldstone
Have a napkin, have a chopstick, have a chair
Have a spare rib, Mr. Goldstone
Any spare that I can spare I'll be glad to share! 

Have a dish, have a fork, have a fish, have a pork
Put your feet up 
Feel at home
Have a smoke, have a Coke
Would you like to hear a joke? 
I'll have June recite a poem! 

Have a leechie, Mr. Goldstone
Tell me any little thing that I can do
Ginger peachy, Mr. Goldstone
Have a kumquat, have two! 
Everybody give a cheer
Santa Claus is sitting here
Mr. Goldstone I love you! 

Have a Goldstone, Mr. Eggroll
Tell me any little thing that I can do
Have some fried rice, Mr. Soy Sauce 
Have a cookie, have a few! 
What's the matter, Mr. G? 
Have another pot of tea
Mr. Goldstone I love you! 

Herbie
There are good stones and bad stones and curbstones 
and gladstones and touchstones and such stones as them 

Rose: 
There are big stones and small stones and grind stones and gall stones

All: 
but Goldstone is a gem! 

There are milestones, there are mill stones
There's a cherry, there's a yellow, there's a blue
But we don't want any old stone, only Goldstone will do! 
Moon stones, sun stones
We all scream for one stone
Mr. Goldstone we love you! 
Goldstone!

Glöm Honom
English Title: Forget Him
Composer(s): D. Zimmerman; Agnetha Fältskog
Performer(s): Agnetha Fältskog



Du går omkring rastlös och sur, varför det?
Trodde du att han skulle stanna kvar hos dig?
Det gör mig ont att han skulle svika både dig och mig
Du får gråta här i knät på mig om du vill

Glöm honom, ooh-oh
Glöm honom, ooh-oh
För han har nog redan en ny igen

Det gör mig ont att han skulle svika både dig och mig
Du får gråta här i knät på mig om du vill

Glöm honom, ooh-oh
Glöm honom, ooh-oh
Du är inte ensam
Så glöm honom, ooh-oh
Glöm honom, ooh-oh...

Talk To Ya Later
Composer(s): David Foster - Steve Lukather - The Tubes
Performer(s): The Tubes



I met her on a strip
It was another lost weekend
The band was too slick
And the people were twisted

So I asked her for a date
She reluctantly agreed
Then we went to my place
And she never did leave

She won’t even miss me when she’s gone
And that’s okay with me I’ll cry later on

It’s been six months
She hasn’t shut up once
I’ve tried to explain
She’s driving me insane

She won’t even miss me when she’s gone
And that’s okay with me I’ll cry later on

Talk to ya later—don’t want to hear it again tonight
Talk to ya later—just save it for another guy
Talk to ya later—don’t want to hear it again tonight
I’ll just see you around

Get out
I’m telling you now
Do you catch my drift
What could be plainer than this

Nothin’ more to be said
Write me a letter instead
I don’t mean to be cruel
But I’m finished with you

She won’t even miss me when she’s gone
That’s okay with me I’ll cry later on

Talk to ya later—don’t want to hear it again tonight
Talk to ya later—just save it for another guy
Talk to ya later—don’t want to hear it again tonight
I’ll just see you around  

Mr. Gallagher And Mr. Shean
Composer(s): Ed Gallagher; Al Shean
Performer(s): Bing Crosby & Johnny Mercer
and various other artists



(JM)
Oh Mr. Crosby, (Yeah) Oh Mr. Crosby (Ask me son)
All the orchestras are swinging it today
And I wanted to find out what the noise is all about
Do you really think that swing is here to stay

(BC)
Now I’m glad you asked me
Now Mr. Mercer (Yeah) oh Mr. Mercer (I’m listening)
Swing is really much too ancient to condemn
(You don’t say)
In the jungles they would play in that same abandoned way

(JM)
On the level Mr. Crosby

(BC)
No, on the down beat Mr. M.

(JM)
Oh Mr. Crosby, (uh huh) now Mr. Crosby
(So happy to oblige)
I’ve been reading in the latest magazine (Yes)
That a jiving jitterbug blows his top and cuts a rug
Will you tell me what that language really means

(BC)
Ohhh 
Mr. Mercer (Yeah,Yeah) Oh-ho-ho Mr. Mercer
(Tell me, tell me tell me)
As a student of the slang they use pro tem (Pro what?)
That just means a solid gait cuts a murderisitc plate

(JM)
That’s amazing Mr. Crosby

(BC)
That’s elementary Mr. M.

(JM)
Oh Mr. Crosby, dear Doctor Crosby
Is it true that swing’s another name for jazz
And the first place it was played
Was a New Orleans parade
And the southern Negro gave it all it had

(BC)
Ohhh! Mr. Mercer, Mr. Mercer, Mr. Mercer, Mr. Mercer
I believe that it’s foundation came from them
(Are you positive?)
Yes they just slowed the tempo down,
And then they really went to town

(JM)
Allegretto Mr. Crosby?

(BC)
Alligators Mr. M

(BC)
Ohhh! Mr. Mercer, (Yeah) Mr. Mercer (uh huh)
Well I trust that I have made the matter clear
(It’s really too clear)
So if someone plays a thing
You’re gonna understand the swing
And appreciate the rhythm that you hear

(JM)
Ohh Mr. Crosby (Oh hear me talking to you)
No Mr. Crosby,
I’m afraid that type of rhythm’s not for me
I prefer my music played A La Schubert Serenade

(BC)
Sorta retardo Mr. Mercer

(JM)
Sorta Lombardo Mr. C.

Gli Zingari
((Dutch, English, & French Versions: De Zigeuners (Corry Brokken); The Gipsies (Dalida); Les Gitans (Dalida))
Composer(s): Pierre Cour - Hubert Giraud - Chiozzo
Performer(s): Dalida



Zingaro chi sei 
Figlio di Bohemia 
Dimmi tu perchè 
Sei venuto qui 
Quando mi stancai 
Dell'Andalusia 
E tu vecchio dimmi come fu 
La mia terra ormai non esiste più 

I cavalli son stanchi nell'umida sera 
Ma la folta criniera 
Sembra il vento invocar 
Stan gli zingari attorno alle fiamme splendenti 
Destan ombre giganti 
Nel chiarore lunar 

Palpita allor la canzon più bizzarra 
Nasce nel cuor quel vibrar di chitarra 

Questo è il canto di chi non conosce frontiera 
E l'ardente preghiera del gitano che và 

Dimmi deve vai 
Tornero in Bohemia 
Me ne andro lontan 
Per mai più tornar 
E tu dove vai 
Nell'Andalusia 
E tu perchè piangi cosi 
Io son vecchio ormai e rimango qui 

O gitano perchè non rimani stasera 
Per la nuova avventura puoi domani partir 
Resta ancora a cantar nella notte stellata 
Finchè l'alba spietata 
Faccia il sogno svanir 
Canta che un di il gran re di Cuccagna 
Ti regalo un castello in lspagna 

Questo è il canto di chi non conosce frontiera 
E l'ardente preghiera 
Del gitano che và

Talk To The Animals
Composer(s): Leslie Bricusse
First performance by: Rex Harrison & Ginny Tyler - 1967
Covered by multiple other artists



... [missing] thinks what do you means
I could talk to the animals, just imagine it
Chattin' with a chimp in chimpanzee
Imagine talking to a tiger, chatting with a cheetah
What a neat achievement it would be!

If we could talk to the animals, learn all their languages
Maybe take an animal degree
I'd study elephant and eagle, buffalo and beagle
Alligator, guinea pig, and flea!

I would converse in polar bear, python
And I would curse in fluent kangaroo
If people ask me "can you speak rhinocerous?"
I'd say "of courserous! Can't you?"

I conferred with our furry friends, man to animal
Think of the amazing repartee
If I could walk with the animals, talk with the animals
Grunt and squeak and squawk with the animals
And they could talk to me!

If I consulted with quadrupeds
Think what fun we'd have asking over crocodiles for tea!
Or maybe lunch with two or three lions, walruses and sea lions
What a lovely place the world would be!

If I spoke slang to orangutans
The advantages any fool on earth could plainly see!
Discussing Eastern art and dramas
With intellectual llamas
That's a big step forward you'll agree!

I'd learn to speak in antelope and turtle
My Pekinese would be extremely good
If I were asked to sing in hippopotamus
I'd say "whynotamous?" and (I) would!

If I could parlay with pachyderms
It's a fairy tale worthy of Hans Anderson and Grimm
A man who walks with the animals, talks with the animals
Grunts and squeaks and squawks with the animals
All an easy just think of it and they could talk to me! 

Mister Five By Five 
Composer(s): Don Raye; Gene DePaul
Performer(s): Ella Mae Morse
and various other artists



Well, twirl my turban, man alive!
Here comes Mister Five by Five
He's one of those big fat bouncing boys
Solid avoirdupois!

Mister Five by Five
He's five feet tall and he's five feet wide
He don't measure no more from head to toe
Than he do from side to side
      
Mister Five by Five
Got fifty chins and a line of jive
He's a mellow old cat, a real hep fat
He be Mister Five by Five

That man
Can really jump it for a fat man
The only trouble is there's no way of knowin'
Whether he's comin' or ... or goin'

Mister Five by Five
He's slightly plump on his butter side
He don't shake it no more from head to toe
Than he do from side to side

That man [my, my!]
Can really jump it for a fat man [fat man!]
Boys, the trouble is there's no way of knowin'
Whether he's comin' or ... or goin'

Mister Five by Five
He's five feet tall and he's five feet wide
He don't measure no more from head to toe
Than he do ...
From side to side ...
Mister Five by Five

Gli Inesorabili
((French Version: La Joie D'aimer (by Dalida))
Composer(s): Dimitri Tiomkin
Performer(s): Dalida



Inesorabile come il destino
Inesorabile come sei tu
E' il nostro amor più dolce del suono
Di queste note che ascolti con me
Ed anche a quelli che senza perdono
Il mondo danna ad un cupo dolor
La vita sempre riserba in dono
Lacarità d'un po d'amor

Altro del creato
Fuor dell'amore non c'è
Quello che ho sognato
Rivive con te per te
Ci chiude il cielo il suo cuore di stelle
Che pare intriso di lacrime d'or
Ci parlan tutte le cose più belle
Dicendo amor, soltanto amor

Ci parlan tutte le cose piu belle 
Dicendo amor, soltanto amor 
Dicendo amor, soltanto amor

Talk To Me Of Mendocino
Composer(s): Kate McGarrigle - Anna McGarrigle
First release by: Kate & Anna McGarrigle - 1975



I bid farewell to the state of old New York
My home away from home
In the state of New York I came of age
When first I started roaming
And the trees grow high in New York State
And they shine like gold in the autumn
Never had the blues from whence I came
But in New York State I got 'em

Talk to me of Mendocino
Closing my eyes I hear the sea
Must I wait
Must I follow
Won't you say come with me

And it's on to South Bend, Indiana
Flat out on the western plain
Rise up over the Rockies
And down on into California
Out to where but the rocks again
And let the sun set on the ocean
I will watch it from the shore
Let the sun rise over the redwoods
I'll rise with it till I rise no more

Talk to me of Mendocino
Closing my eyes I hear the sea
Must I wait
Must I follow
Won't you say come with me

Mr. Ed
Composer(s): Ray Evans; Jay Livingston
Performer(s): Jay Livingston; Earl Sykes



A horse is a horse, of course, of course
And no one can talk to a horse of course
That is, of course, unless the horse is the famous Mr. Ed

Go right to the source and ask the horse
He'll give you the answer that you'll endorse
He's always on a steady course
Talk to Mr. Ed

People yakkity yak a streak and waste your time of day
But Mister Ed will never speak unless he has something to say

A horse is a horse, of course, of course
And this one'll talk 'til his voice is hoarse
You never heard of a talking horse?

Well listen to this 
I am Mister Ed

Gli Amici Miei
Composer(s): Roberto Vecchioni
Performer(s): Roberto Vecchioni



In questa storia che diventa tempo
in questo tempo che diventa amore
ho conosciuto ragazze ridenti fuggenti
nel giro di poche ore
e con due ali di cera mi sono permesso
di andare a toccare il sole
qualche sorriso di madre fa
crescere in fretta
fa bene alla pelle e al cuore
che è tutto da dimostrare
ho ereditato la terra che aveva mio padre
ovvero le sue parole
e guardo l'alba che insegue il tramonto
che insegue la notte per far l'amore
e sento te che mi riempi la stanza
e la vita
ché niente può farmi male
e penso
Dove saranno gli amici miei
quelli del tempo che c'era lei?
come vorrei... cosa darei...
dove saranno gli amici miei?

amore, amore, tienimi forte la mano
e aiutami a ricordare
io sono un piccolo uomo sotto un
piccolo vetro
che non si può più spezzare
vorrei mandare in frantumi
memoria, pensieri, almeno per un saluto
e avere ancora vent'anni, ancora
tutto da dire per un minuto

E chiudo gli occhi più forte del tempo
però tu non mi lasciare
e all'improvviso li vedo 
lontani, vicini
gli stessi di mille sere
e sento tutte le voci 
la dolce, l'acuta, la tenue la disperata
e devo chiedere scusa a qualcuno
ricordo... ma forse è una puttanata
stasera

Tornano tutti gli amici miei
forse non sono partiti mai
erano qui dentro di me
e non l'avevo capito mai
tornano tutti gli amici miei
noi non ci siamo lasciati mai
e sono qui dentro di me
tornano tutti gli amici miei

The 59th Street Bridge Song - Feelin' Groovy
((Adapted from: The 59th Street Bridge Song (Feelin' Groovy) (Simon and Garfunkel) - 1966))
((French Version: C'est Bon La Vie (Nana Mouskouri) - 1967))
Composer(s): Paul Simon - Yasuharu Konishi
Performer(s): Pizzicato Five - 1985



Iki o hisomete
Mimi mo to de sasayaite
Yoru ga sukoshi demo
Tsuzukuyou ni
Feelin' groovy

Jikan o kakenakya
Sutekina koto ni wa
Yoru ga sukoshi de mo
Tsuzukuyou ni
Feelin' groovy

Yoppi de asobou yo
Yoru wa kimi no kiss mitai sa
Shinzou ga tomaru hodo
Amai kiss
Always groovy

Iki hisomete
Mimi mo to de sasayaite
Yoru ga sukoshi demo
Tsuzukuyou ni
Feelin' groovy

Mr. Dream Merchant
Composer(s): Jerry Ross; Larry Weiss
Performer(s): Dusty Springfield;
Madeline Bell; Jerry Butler



Hey, Mr. Dream Merchant 
Everything depends on you 
Oh, hey, Mr. Dream Merchant 
Bring him back to me 
And make my dreams come true 

When I said goodbye 
To my love 
I didn't mean to make him cry 
I didn't realise that I had love 
Now I need him by my side 

Oh, hey, Mr. Dream Merchant 
Everything depends on you 
Oh, hey, Mr. Dream Merchant 
Bring him back to me 
And make my dreams come true 

You should have told this fool 
To stop it 
You should have made this blind girl see 
I got my pride back in my pocket 
Won't you bring him back to me? 

Oh, hey, Mr. Dream Merchant 
Everything depends on you 
Oh, hey, Mr. Dream Merchant 
Can't you make him see 
We need each other? 
I'm no good alone 
I really really, really love him 
Bring him back to me 
And make my dreams come true 

Oh, hey, Mr. Dream Merchant 
Can't you make him see 
We need each other? 
I'm no good alone 
I really, really love him 
Bring him back to me 
And make my dreams come true