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Composer(s): Per Gessle
Performer(s): Per Gessle



Jag har en vän som jag kan gå till 
när det är tyst och det är sent 
när allt jag har har rasat ner framför mig 
och förvandlat mig till nåt jag inte är 
Hon säger du, vi är varandras vingar 
Du flyger mig precis dit jag vill 

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Jag har en vän, ni vet inte vem jag menar 
Hon är lika skär som ditt finaste strå 
men hon är stark som junis första solsken 
när hon ser på mig och säger jag förstår 
Du tror du är så unik på denna jord 
men jag behöver dig som du behöver mig 

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Mr. Soul
Composer(s): Neil Young
Originally performed by: Buffalo Springfield 
Covered by various other artists



Oh, hello Mr. Soul, I dropped by to pick up a reason 
For the thought that I caught that my head is the event of the season 
Why in crowds just a trace of my face could seem so pleasin' 
I'll cop out to the change, but a stranger is putting the tease on

I was down on a frown when the messenger brought me a letter 
I was raised by the praise of a fan who said I upset her 
Any girl in the world could have easily known me better 
She said, You're strange, but don't change, and I let her 

In a while will the smile on my face turn to plaster? 
Stick around while the clown who is sick does the trick of disaster 
For the race of my head and my face is moving much faster 
Is it strange I should change? 
I don't know, why don't you ask her?

Go Like Elijah
Composer(s): Chi Coltrane
Performer(s): Chi Coltrane



Someday my time will come
When that will be, I do not know 
I only know that when I have to go
Yeah, when I go-- I want to go 
Just let me go-- Lord, when I go 
I want to go like Elijah when I go 
I want to rise right up to the sky 
And ride white roses with fiery eyes 
Lord for my sins I apologise 
Just let me go-- Lord when I go 
When my time comes for me to go 
Just let me go like Elijah when I go 
I don't want no tombstone above my head 
And I don't want no pinebox for my bed 
And I don't want anyone to say I'm dead
I don't want no-one crying 
Or feeling sad 
Or standing in the rain without their hat 
I want to go happy-- Imagine that 
Yeah, when I go-- I want to go 
Just let me go-- Lord, when I go 
I want to go like Elijah when I go 
I want to rise right up to the sky 
And ride white roses with fiery eyes 
Lord for my sins I apologise 
Just let me go-- Lord when I go 
When my time comes for me to go 
Just let me go like Elijah when I go

Tananore
Composer(s): Nico
Performer(s): Nico



When I dream in
When I scream in
When I wipe my
Dirty hands clean

Tananore
Aye oh dey ney da
Tananore
Aye oh dey ney da
Ah no sa ney

When I dream in
When I scream in
When I wipe my
Dirty hands clean

Ah ha ha ha ...
Ah ha ha ha ha ha ha

When I dream in
When I scream in
When I wipe my
Dirty hands clean

Tananore
Aye oh dey ney da
Tananore
Aye oh dey ney da
Ah no sa ney

Ah no sa ney

Mr. Snow (aka When I Marry Mr. Snow)
Composer(s): Richard Rodgers; Oscar Hammerstein II
Performer(s): Barbara Ruick & Shirley Jones
and various other artists



Carrie:
Julie, I've been bustin' to tell you somethin' lately

Julie:
You have?

Carrie:
The reason I didn't care to tell you before is 
'cause you didn't have a fella of your own 
Hmm hmm... 
But now that you got one, I can tell you about mine!

Julie:
I'm glad you gotta fella, Carrie!

Carrie:
His name is Mister Snow
And an upstandin' man is he
He comes home ev'ry night in his round-bottomed boat
With a net full of herring from the sea

An almost perfect beau
As refined as a girl could wish
But he spends so much time in his round-bottomed boat
That he can't seem to lose the smell of fish

The fust time he kissed me, the whiff from his clo'es
Knocked me flat on the floor of the room
But now that I love him, my heart's in my nose
And fish is my fav'rite perfume

Last night he spoke quite low
And a fair-spoken man is he
And he said, "Miss Pipperidge, I'd like it fine
If I could be wed with a wife
And, indeed, Miss Pipperidge, if you'll be mine
I'll be yours fer the rest of my life"

Next moment we were promised
And now my mind's in a maze
Fer all I ken do is look forward to
That wonderful day of days...

When I marry Mister Snow
The flowers'll be buzzin' with the hum of bees
The birds'll make racket in the churchyard trees
When I marry Mister Snow

Then it's off to home we'll go
And both of us'll look a little dreamy-eyed
A drivin' to a cottage by the oceanside
Where the salty breezes blow

He'll carry me 'cross the threshold
And I'll be as meek as a lamb
Then he'll set me on my feet
And I'll say kinda sweet, "Well, Mister Snow, here I am!"

Then I'll kiss him so he'll know
That evry'thin'll be as right as right ken be
A-livin' in a cottage by the sea with me
For I love that Mister Snow

That young seafarin',
Bold and darin',
Big bewhiskered, overbearin'
Darling, Mister Snow!

Reprise:

Girls:
When you walk down the isle all the heads will turn
What a rustlin' of bonnets there'll be
And you'll try to smile, but your cheeks will burn
And your eyes'll get so dim you can hardly see

With your orange blossoms quiverin' in your hand
And you'll stumble to the spot where the parson is
Then your finger will be ringed with a golden band
And you'll know the feller's yours, and you are his

Carrie:
When I marry Mister Snow
The flowers'll be humming with the hum of bees
The birds'll make a racket in the churchyard trees
When I marry Mister Snow

Then it's off to home we'll go
And both of us'll look a little dreamy-eyed
A drivin' to a cottage by the oceanside
Where the salty breezes blow

He'll carry me across the threshold
And I'll be as meek as a lamb
Then he'll set me on my feet
And I'll say kind of sweet, "Well Mister Snow, here I am!"

Enoch Snow:
Then I'll kiss her so she'll know
That ev'rything'll be as right as right can be
A livin' in a cottage by the sea with me
Where the salty breezes blow

I love Miss Pipperidge
And I aim to Make Miss Pipperidge
Change her name to
Missus Enoch Snow

Go Fly A Kite
Composer(s): Johnny Burke; James V. Monaco
Performer(s): Bing Crosby;
and various other artists



Go fly a kite and tie your troubles to the tail
They'll be blown away by a merry gale
Go fly a kite and toss your worries to the wind
And they won't come back, they'll be too chagrined
Go on make friends with the sky
Have a talk with the sun
It's the bright way to live, if you'll pardon the pun
Go fly a kite and you'll imagine you're a king
'Cause you've got your world on a piece of string

Tampico 
Composer(s): Doris Fisher - Allan Roberts
Performer(s): June Christy & Stan Kenton Orch.



I, Tampico, Tampico, on the Gulf of Mehico
Tampico, Tampico, down in Mehico 

You buy a beautiful shawl
A souvenir for Aunt Flo
Authentic Mexican yarn
Made in Idaho

I, Tampico, Tampico, on the Gulf of Mehico 
Tampico, Tampico, down Mehico

The senoritas, they waive, when you arrive at the dock
The native costumes they wear
Are slacks and bobby socks

I, Tampico, Tampico, on the Gulf of Mehico
Tampico, Tampico, down in Mehico

You buy some pottery there
To beat the luxury tax
You find that when you get home
They sell it cheaper at Sachs

I, Tampico, Tampico, on the Gulf of Mehico
Tampico, Tampico, down in Mehico

You ask a Mexican band
To play a rumba-down-dare
He turns and says to the boys
“Hey, fellas, dig that square!”

I, Tampico, Tampico, on the Gulf of Mehico
Tampico, Tampico, down in Mehico

Down in Mehico

Mr. Skin
Composer(s): Jay Ferguson
Originally performed by: Spirit



I raise my head in a touchy situation
(Mr. Skin you know where you've been)
Yes, I make my bed in the heart of the nation
(Mr. Skin you know where you've been)
I know it's a trait of human love to make all the people holler
Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na
Send them looking out for their woman send them reaching out for their dollar
Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na
A, Hey, hey

Oh, I'm rolling flowing through the whole population
(Mr. Skin you know where you've been)
Oh, The high and the low born are my friends and relations
(Mr. Skin you know where you've been)
I can bring you pain I can bring you sudden pleasure
Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na
Your life will only gain if your loves final measure
Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na
Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na

Ah Mr. Mr. Skin, you know where you've been
Ah Mr. Mr. Skin, you know where you've been
Ah Mr. Mr. Skin, you know where you've been (Repeat)

Guided Missiles
Composer(s): Alfred Gaitwood; Dootsie Williams
Performer(s): The Cuff Links;
and various other artists



Guided Missiles
Guided Missiles

Guided missiles
Aimed at my heart
Bound to destroy me
Tear me apart

Guided missiles
None of them true
Now, I know
The enemy, is you

Guided missiles
Bound to explode
Destroying my heart
Is your goal
You have succeeded
In making me blue
Now, I know
The enemy, is you

You weaken my defenses
With your tender kisses
You knew, when you loved me
I never would resist
Now, you got me
I hope you guess
Trust me, you are
My only sense
But the same guided missile
Will get you in the end

You weaken my defenses
With your tender kisses
You knew when you love me
I never would resist

Now you've got me 
I hope you win
Trust me, you are
My only sense
But the same guided missile
Will get you in the end

Un Año De Amor
((Adapted from: C'est Irréparable (Nino Ferrer) - 1963))
((Italian Version: Un Anno D'amore (Mina) - 1965))
Composer(s): Nino Ferrer - Gaby Verlor - Pedro Almodóvar
Performer(s): Mina & Diego el Cigala - 2007



Lo nuestro se acabó
Y te arrepentirás de haberle puesto fin
A un año de amor
Si ahora tó te vas
Pronto descubrirás
Que los días son eternos y vacíos sin mí
Y de noche, y de noche
Por no sentirte solo
Recordarás, nuestros días felices
Recordarás, el sabor de mis besos
Y entenderás, en un solo momento
Qué significa
Un año de amor

Te has parado a pensar
Lo que sucederá
Todo lo que perdemos
Y lo que sufrirás
Si ahora tú te vas
No recuperarás
Los momentos felices que te hice vivir
Y de noche, y de noche
Por no sentirte solo
Recordarás, nuestros días felices
Recordarás, el sabor de mis besos
Y entenderás, en un solo momento
Qué significa
Un año de amor
Y entenderás en un solo momento
Qué significa
Un año de amor

Mr. Sandman
Composer(s): Pat Ballard
Performer(s): The Chordettes
Covered by various other artists



Mr. Sandman, bring me a dream (bung, bung, bung, bung)
Make him the cutest that I've ever seen (bung, bung, bung, bung)
Give him two lips like roses and clover (bung, bung, bung, bung)
Then tell him that his lonesome nights are over
Sandman, I'm so alone
Don't have nobody to call my own
Please turn on your magic beam
Mr. Sandman, bring me a dream

"bung, bung, bung, bung"

Mr. Sandman, bring me a dream
Make him the cutest that I've ever seen
Give him the word that I'm not a rover
Then tell him that his lonesome nights are over
Sandman, I'm so alone
Don't have nobody to call my own
Please turn on your magic beam
Mr. Sandman, bring me a dream

"bung, bung, bung, bung"

Mr. Sandman (male voice: "Yesss?") bring us a dream 
Give him a pair of eyes with a "come-hither" gleam
Give him a lonely heart like Pagliacci 
And lots of wavy hair like Liberace
Mr Sandman, someone to hold (someone to hold)
Would be so peachy before we're too old
So please turn on your magic beam
Mr Sandman, bring us, please, please, please
Mr Sandman, bring us a dream

"bung, bung, bung, bung"

Go Down Gamblin'
Composer(s): David Clayton-Thomas
Performer(s): Blood, Sweat & Tears



Born a natural loser -- can't recall just where
Raised on brew and poker and a dollar here and there
Blackjack hand, dealer man, you better pay off that last bet
Two-bit hand, a 21 is all I ever get

Go down gamblin', say it when you're runnin' low
Go down gamblin' -- you may never have to go

Down in a crap game, I've been losin' at roulette
Cards are bound to break me, but I ain't busted yet
'Cause I've been called a natural lover by that lady over there
Honey, I'm just a natural gambler but I try to do my share

Tamp 'Em Up Solid
(Traditional) 
First release by: Ry Cooder - 1974
Covered by multiple other artists



Tamp 'em up solid, so they won't come down
Tamp 'em up solid, buddy, so they won't come down
Tamp 'em up solid, so they won't come down
Tamp 'em up solid, buddy, so they won't come down

Baby, when you marry your railroad man
Every day'll be pay day, dollar bill in your hand
Baby, in your hand, baby, in your hand
Baby, in your hand, baby, in your hand

Mary and the baby laying in the bed
Thinking about the money that I ain't made

So tamp 'em up solid so they won't come down
Tamp 'em up solid, buddy, so they won't come down

Captain called the water boy and the water boy laughed
Captain kicked the water boy yelling, "Yes, yes, yes"

So tamp 'em up solid, so they won't come down
Tamp 'em up solid, buddy, so they won't come down
And you can do it, and you can do it, and you can do it
So they won't come down 

Mr. Roboto
Composer(s): Dennis DeYoung
Originally performed by: Styx



Domo arigato, Mr. Roboto
Mata ah-oo hima de
Domo arigato, Mr. Roboto
Himitsu wo shiri tai (*)
You're wondering who I am-machine or mannequin
With parts made in Japan, I am the modren man
I've got a secret I've been hiding under my skin
My heart is human, my blood is boiling, my brain I.B.M.
So if you see me acting strangely, don't be surprised
I'm just a man who needed someone, and somewhere to hide
To keep me alive-just keep me alive
Somewhere to hide to keep me alive
I'm not a robot without emotions-I'm not what you see
I've come to help you with your problems, so we can be free
I'm not a hero, I'm not a saviour, forget what you know
I'm just a man whose circumstances went beyond his control
Beyond my control-we all need control
I need control-we all need control
I am the modren man, who hides behind a mask
So no one else can see my true identity
Domo arigato, Mr. Roboto, domo...domo
Domo arigato, Mr. Roboto, domo...domo
Domo arigato, Mr. Roboto, domo...domo
Thank you very much, Mr. Roboto
For doing the jobs that nobody wants to
And thank you very much, Mr. Roboto
For helping me escape just when I needed to
Thank you-thank you, thank you
I want to thank you, please, thank you
The problem's plain to see: too much technology
Machines to save our lives 
Machines dehumanize
The time has come at last
To throw away this mask
So everyone can see
My true identity...
I'm Kilroy! Kilroy! Kilroy! Kilroy!
(*)
'Thank you very much, Mr. Robot'
'Till the day we'll see next time'
'Thank you very much, Mr. Robot'
'I want to know your secret

Go Chase A Moonbeam
Composer(s): Lee Pockriss; Paul Vance
Performer(s): Jerry Vale



I was feeling so alone today
Watching lovers as they passed my way
I could almost feel the love in the air
And I thought is it there for me
Then a friendly little butterfly
Flew around me 'til he caught my eye
He was careful so that no one could hear
As he whispered in my ear

Go chase a moonbeam across a meadow
And wrap a rainbow around your heart
Then find a bluebird to sing a love song
And Mother Nature will do her part

So I listened to the butterfly
And when I gave his advice a try
Why, it wasn't very long 'til I found

There was love all around for me
Now if you are all alone some day
Watching happy lovers pass your way
Just remember what he told me to do
And the same thing applies to you

Go chase a moonbeam across a meadow
And wrap a rainbow around your heart
Then find a bluebird to sing a love song
And Mother Nature will do her part
And Mother Nature will do her part

Tamo E Tamero
Composer(s): Claude Barzotti
Performer(s): Claude Barzotti



J'ai tout essayé pour te plaire
Les fleurs l'humour et la tendresse
Contre nature en colère, j't'ai fait l'amour a la française
Et ma dernière chance avec toi
C'est une chanson italienne, pour que tu tombes dans mes bras
Une chanson napolitaine

Tamo e tamero o per la vita, con la mente
Tamo e tamero écoute l'Italie, ecout' et puis oublie
Tamo e tamero le coup de la romance c'est ma dernière chance
Tamo e tamero écoute l'italien, écoute et ne dit rien
Dans ma voix de brouillard y a un curieux pouvoirs
Tamo e tamero o

Non il n'est pas prêt de mourir
Le vieux mithe de Roméo
De l'italien qui sait séduire avec d'la musique et les mots
Je ne joue plus infinita, tu me préfère an al capone
En séducteur em mafioso, écoute je t'emmène a Veronne

Je te le dit a l'italienne coté jardin coté court
C'est moi qui fait la mise en scène, c'est moi qui invente l'amour
C'est drôle que ça ne se fait plus, et qu'il faut vivre avec son temps
Mais tu sais bien que l'italien, chante depuis la nuit des temps

Tamo e tamero o per la vita, con la mente
Tamo e tamero écoute l'Italie, ecout' et puis oublie
Tamo e tamero le goût de la romance c'est ma dernière chance
Tamo e tamero écoute l'italien, écoute et ne dit rien
Dans ma voix de brouillard y a un curieux pouvoirs
Tamo e tamero o
Tamo e tamero o
Tamo e tamero o
Tamo e tamero o

Mr. Radio Man
Composer(s): Cliff Friend; Ira Schuster; John White
Performer(s): Al Jolson



Little broken hearted Sammy
Sitting on his Daddy's knee
Listening to the radio
But his heart is breaking so
Seems the angels took his Mammy
Any wonder why he cries
When his Daddy fell asleep
Little Sammy boy would creep
To the radio and cry...

Mr. Radio Man
Tell my Mammy to come back home
Won't you do what you can
`Cos I'm so lonely

I've been listening here every day
Since she went away
But no word from Heaven's been heard
Can't the angels hear me pray

When the sandman is nigh
And to slumberland I must go
I know she hears me sigh
Over my radio

When the reason I'm crying
And sighing, I'm all alone
Mr. Radio Man
Tell my mammy to come back home

Mr. Radio Man
Tell my Mammy, my Mammy to come back home
Won't you do won't you do what you can
Oooh! I'm so lonely

I've been listening in every day
Ever since she went away
But not a word from Heaven have I heard
Can't the angels hear me pray

When the sandman is nigh
And to slumberland I must go
I know she must hear me sigh
Over my radio

Oh, and the reason I'm, I'm sighing
And I'm crying, I'm so alone
Mr. Radio Man, please
Please tell my Mammy to come back home

Go Away, Mister Crocodile!
Composer(s): C.W. Murphy; D. Lipton



At the break of day, as the sun's bright ray
Shone upon the River Nile
From the waters deep there began to creep
Such a great, big crocodile
And there on the banks a baby c**n played
And she wished to play alone
So she frowned on the crocodile, and shouted
In quite an angry tone, "Go away! Go away!"

"Go away, Mister Crocodile!
Don't you wag your tail with glee
Run and play, Mister Crocodile
Kase you ain't gwine to play with me
Go away, Mister Crocodile!
I could watch you cry all day
'Kase I know that tear ain't a bit sincere
Mister Crocodile, go away! Go away!"

Said the crocodile with a knowing smile
"I have waited days for you,
As on you I gaze, there's something says
You'd be tender, if not true
I love you so much that I could eat you,
How I wish that we were one!"
But she climbed to the branches of a palm tree
And thus bade him begone, "Go away! Go away!"

"Go away, Mister Crocodile!
Don't you wag your tail with glee
Run and play, Mister Crocodile
Kase you ain't gwine to play with me
Go away, Mister Crocodile!
I could watch you cry all day
'Kase I know that tear ain't a bit sincere
Mister Crocodile, go away! Go away!"

Tammy
Composer(s): Jay Livingston - Ray Evans
First release by: Debbie Reynolds - 1957
Covered by multiple other artists

Versions In Other Languages:
1957 - Tammy (Danish Version) (Birthe Wilke)
1978 - Timmy (Mieke)



I hear the cottonwoods whispering above 
Tammy! Tammy! Tammy's in love! 
The old hootie owl hootie-hoo's to the dove 
Tammy! Tammy! Tammy's in love! 
Does my darling feel what I feel 
When he comes near? 
My heart beats so joyfully 
you'd think that he could hear! 
Wish I knew if he knew what I'm dreaming of! 
Tammy! Tammy! Tammy's in love! 

Whippoorwill, whippoorwill, you and I know 
Tammy! Tammy! Can't let him go! 
The breeze from the bayou keeps murmuring low 
Tammy! Tammy! You love him so! 
When the night is warm, soft and warm 
I long for his charms! 
I'd sing like a violin 
if I were in his arms 
Wish I knew if he knew what I'm dreaming of! 
Tammy, Tammy, Tammy's in love!

Mr. Punchy
Composer(s): Joey Ramone
Performer(s): Joey Ramone



I'm Mr. Punchy
I'm Mr. Punchy
I'm Mr. Punchy
I'm Mr. Punchy

He must be screwed up What did he do?
He must be screwed up What did he say?
He must be screwed up Is he on glue?
He must be screwed up Hey hey hey!
La la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la la

Everybody's screwed up in their own special way!