Tell Me Something Good
Composer(s): Stevie Wonder
First release by: Rufus featuring Chaka Khan - 1974



You ain't got no kind of feeling inside
I got something that will sure 'nuff set your stuff on fire
You refuse to put anything before your pride
I got something that will knock all your pride aside

Tell me something good (tell me, tell me, tell me)
Tell me that you love me
Tell me something good (tell me, tell me, tell me)
Tell me that you like it, yeah

Got no time is what you're known to say
I'll make you wish there were 48 hours to each day
Problem is you ain't been loved like you should
What I got to give will sure 'nuff do you good

Tell me something good (tell me, tell me, tell me)
Tell me that you love me
Tell me something good (tell me, tell me, tell me)
Tell me that you like it, yeah

My Little Bimbo Down On The Bamboo Isle
Composer(s): Grant Clarke; Walter Donaldson
Performer(s): Frank Crumit
and various other artists



Sailor Bill McCoy was a handsome sailor boy
His ship got wrecked awhile, on a Fiji Iji Isle
He led a savage life and he hunted with a knife
He said, "I'll tell you all about it, don't tell my wife, because....

I've got a Bimbo down on the Bamboo Isle
She's waiting there for me, beneath a bamboo tree
Believe me, she's got all the other Bimbo's beat a mile
She dances daily, gayly, she'd make a hit with Barnum and Bailey
I'll build a bungalow on the Bamboo Isle
'Cause when I go again, I'll stay awhile
I've seen wrecks, plenty of wrecks out on the ragin' sea
But, by heck, you've never seen a wreck like the wreck she made of me
And, all she wore was a great big Zulu smile
My little Bimbo Down on the Bamboo Isle

William's boss said, "Bill, a Captain's job you'll fill
On a ship that's going North, today it's going forth"
A Captain's job is fine, but Bill said, "I'll decline
I'll Take half pay as a sailor on that ship of mine, 'cause"....

I've got a Bimbo Down on the Bamboo Isle
She's waiting there for me beneath a bamboo tree
Believe me, she's got all the other Bimbo's beat a mile
She dances daily, gayly, she plays a mean ukelele
I'll build a bungalow on the Bamboo Isle
"Cause when I go again, I'll stay a while
"What's that? What's a Bimbo mean? Please take my advice
I don't know what "Bimbo" means, but I think it's something nice
Everybody loves her, even the crocodiles
My little Bimbo, down on the Bamboo Isle 

Got A Lot O' Livin' To Do!
Composer(s): Aaron Schroeder; Ben Weisman
Performer(s): Elvis Presley;
and various other artists



Oh yes, I've got a lot o' livin' to do
well I got a lot o' lovin' to do
Come on baby, to make it fun takes two 
Oh yes, I've got a lot o' livin' to do, well I got a lot of lovin' to do
And there's no one who I'd rather do it with than you

I've got a lot o' livin' to do, well I got a lot o' lovin' to do
Come on baby, to make it fun takes two
Oh yes, I've got a lot o' livin' to do, well I got a lot of lovin' to do
And there's no one who I'd rather do it with than you

There's a moon that's big and bright in the Milky Way tonight
But the way you act you never would a-know it's there
Now baby time's a wastin', a lot o' kisses I ain't been tastin'
I don't know about you, but I'm a-gonna get my share

Ooh, well I got a lot o' livin' to do, well I got a lot o' lovin' to do
Come on baby, to make it fun takes two
Ooh Yes, I've got a lot o' livin' to do, well I got a lot of lovin' to do
And there's no one who I'd rather do it with than you
There's no one who who I'd rather do it with than you

Tell Me On A Sunday
Composer(s): Andrew Lloyd-Webber - Don Black
First performance/First release by: Marti Webb - 1979/1980
Covered by multiple other artists



Don't write a letter when you want to leave
Don't call me at 3 a.m. from a friend's apartment
I'd like to choose how I hear the news
Take me to a park that's covered with trees
Tell me on a Sunday please
Let me down easy
No big song and dance
No long faces, no long looks
No deep conversation
I know the way we should spend the day
Take me to a zoo that's got chimpanzees
Tell me on a Sunday please
Don't want to know who's to blame
It won't help knowing
Don't want to fight day and night
Bad enough you're going
Don't leave in silence with no word at all
Don't get drunk and slam the door
That's no way to end this
I know how I want you to say goodbye
Find a circus ring with a flying trapeze
Tell me on a Sunday please

I don’t want to fight day and night
Bad enough you're going
Don't leave in silence with no word at all
Don't get drunk and slam the door
That's no way to end this
I know how I want you to say goodbye
Don’t run off in the pouring rain
Don’t call me as they call your plane
Take the hurt out of all the pain
Take me to a park that's covered with trees
Tell me on a Sunday please

My Little Austin Seven
Composer(s): Norman Long
Performer(s): Clarkson Rose



Nearly everybody's got a motor car today
Whatever make it is, it's the best of all, they say
Well you can keep your 'Austin Cowley' and your 'Essex Six'
Believe me, they're not in it with my little bag of tricks

It's an Austin Seven, a little baby Austin
The cutest little car upon the road
I can drive it anywhere, you ought to see it camber
Upstairs, downstairs, in my lady's chamber

It matters not at all you think it's awful small
Believe me boy, it's in
If you want to give the wife a ride without all her relations
You'll never beat an Austin Seven

The house I live in hasn't got a garage and what's more
I don't intend to build one 'cause it's a waste of time, I'm sure
'Cause we've got a little cubby-hole behind the kitchen door
That'll hold my little Austin Seven

The other day I went out driving in a shower of rain
That's a thing, believe me, I shall never do again
I skidded in a gutter and got washed down a drain
In my little Austin Seven.

One day I met an omnibus that stretched from side to side
Across the road and held up all the traffic far and wide
So I just drove underneath it and came out the other side
In my little Austin Seven

One day a motor cyclist drove up and stared at me,
"Thank God!" he said, "I've found you, alright now...", said he
And in the place of where his little sidecar used to be
He went and fastened my little Austin Seven

When driving in the park, a nurse rushed upon me saying
She said, 'Now don't you move, I'm surprised at you, I am"
She thought I was the baby she'd left sitting in the pram
In my little Austin Seven

If I ever want to park it and the police ask what I'm at
I never have to worry about a little thing like that
I just bung it in the cloakroom with my overcoat and hat
My little Austin Seven

It's an Austin Seven, a little baby Austin
The cutest little car upon the road.
You can drive it anywhere, you ought to see it camber
Upstairs, downstairs, in my lady's chamber

I've got a Ma-in-Law and you know how they jaw
And she's fourteen stone eleven
But she has to keep her knees up and it stops her chin from wagging
In the back seat of my little Austin Seven 

Got A Job
Composer(s): Tyran Carlo;
Berry Gordy Jr.; Smokey Robinson
Performer(s): Smokey Robinson & The Miracles; 
The Marcels



Walked all day till my feet were tired 
I was low, I just couldn't get hired 
So I sat in a grocery store 
"Help is light and I need some more" 

(I got a job) 
Sha na na na, sha na na na na 
(I got a job) 
Sha na na na, sha na na na na
(I got a job) 
Sha na na na, sha na na na na 
Well, I fin'lly fin'lly fin'lly fin'lly fin'lly (got a job) 
Sha na na na, sha na na na na 

You've been houndin' me to get a job 
Well I finally did & my boss is a slob 
He's on my back really all day long 
It seems like everything I do is wrong 
Well, I fin'lly fin'lly fin'lly fin'lly fin'lly (got a job) 
Sha na na na, sha na na na na 

(He says to me) 
"Get the boxes, take 'em to the basement 
Do the job right or I'll get a replacement 
Get the mop & clean the dirty floors 
And when you're finished wipe the windows and the doors" 
I fin'lly fin'lly fin'lly fin'lly fin'lly (got a job) 
Sha na na na, sha na na na na 

Well, this man's about to drive me stone insane 
One of these days I'm gonna have a fit 
And though the boss keeps a-runnin' through my brain 
I'll never (never) (never) (never) (never never quit my brand new job) 
Workin' all day and workin' all night and workin' all day 

(repeat previous 2 verses) 

(repeat "Workin' all day and workin' all night")

Tell Me Mama
Composer(s): Gerry Granahan
Performer(s): Christine Quaite



Tell me Mama, what to do
If a boy makes eyes at you
Tell me Mama, what to say
When he looks at me that way

Should I let him hold my hand (Oh yeah)
Tell him that I think he's grand
Tell me Mama, tell me Mama
Tell me what to do

Tell me Mama, is it right
If he wants to hold me tight
Tell me Mama, should I sigh
Ev'rytime he passes by

And if I can't resist
Well, should I let him steal a kiss
Tell me Mama, tell me Mama
Tell me what to do

(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I don't know what I should do
'Cause I've been taught by the golden rule
If he want's to be my steady boy
Should I-I-I go and play it cool

Oh-oh-oh, tell me Mama, if at night
Do you know that I need your advice
Tell me Mama, it's okay
If he wants to see me every day

Should I let him know I care (Oh yeah)
Or do you think I should beware
Tell me Mama, tell me Mama
Tell me what to do

(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I don't know what I should do
'Cause I've been taught by the golden rule
If he want's to be my steady boy
Should I-I-I go and play it cool

Oh-oh-oh, tell me Mama, it's okay
If he wants to see me every day
Should I let him know I care
Or do you think I should beware
Tell me Mama (Tell me Mama)
Tell me Mama what to do

My Little Angel
Composer(s): Gordon Charles; Dazz Jordan
Performer(s): The Four Lads



My little angel needs no harp
No applause when she sings
My little angel doesn`t fly
Through the sky, has no wings

Fanfares of trumpets may not
Blow just to show she`s divine
For my little angel needs
No halo to match heaven`s shine

I`ve heard tell that
Angels never leave the skies
But she must be an angel
There`s heaven in her eyes

And speaking of angels
I admit I`m a bit starry eyed
For my little angel soon will
Walk down the isle as my bride

I`ve heard tell that
Angels never leave the skies
But she must be an angel
There`s heaven in her eyes

And speaking of angels
I admit I`m a bit starry eyed
For my little angel soon will
Walk down the isle as my bride 

Got A Feelin'
Composer(s): Denny Doherty; John Phillips
Performer(s): The Mamas & The Papas



Got a feeling that I'm wasting time on you babe
Got a feeling that you've been untrue
I got a feeling that you're stealing
All the love I thought I was giving to you
Baby it's true

Got a feeling that you're playing some game with me babe
Got a feeling that you just can't see
If you're entertaining any thought that you're gaining
By causing me all of this pain and making me blue
The joke's on you

When I get to feeling that you're stealing love
And I don't know why
It makes me so discouraged
I finally get the courage not to cry babe
Or even try babe

Got a feeling that I'm wasting time on you babe
Got a feeling that you've been untrue
I got a feeling that you're stealing
All the love I thought I was giving to you
Baby it's true, the joke's on you (2x)

Tell Me It's Over
Composer(s): Stephen Bishop
Performer(s): Frida Lyngstad



Is she somewhere in this city?
Is she somewhere in this town?
What's her name?
What does she look like?
Is she fun to be around?
Does she make you feel like I did?
Oh so long ago

I wanna hear it from you
Tell me that it's over
Let me hear it from you
Tell me that it's over
I wanna hear it from you

First you look at me with anger in your eyes
Then you look at me with spite
That's if you look at me at all
That's how I'm looking at you tonight

You tell me that love's a drag for you
But when the lights go out you panic

I wanna hear it from you...

I know there must be some kind of fool
To be in love with you
To be in love with you

Tell me that it's over
Let me hear it from you
Tell me that it's over
I wanna hear it from you

My Lips Are Sealed
Composer(s): Hal Blair; Bill Peppers; Ben Weisman
Performer(s): Jim Reeves



I promise you he'll never know
That once we loved each other so
The past we knew I'll not reveal
My lips are sealed

My heart may cry with every beat
Without your love I'm not complete
It doesn't matter how I feel
My lips are sealed

Let there be laughter
Not one single tear
And ever after
Let your fears disappear

If you love him as I love you
Forget the past I led you through
Just don't look back, it's all concealed
My lips are sealed

Let there be laughter
Not one single tear
And ever after
Let your fears disappear

If you love him as I love you
Forget the past I led you through
Just don't look back, it's all concealed
My lips are sealed 

Got A Date With An Angel
Composer(s): Clifford Grey; 
Sonny Miller; Jack Waller; Joseph A. Tunbridge
Performer(s): Al Bowlly;
and various other artists



Got a date with an angel
Got to meet her at seven
Got a date with an angel
And I’m on my way to heaven
She’s so lovely beside me
And whatever betide me
Got an angel to guide me
So I’m on my way to heaven
Soon I’ll hear bells ring out
And the choir will sing out
When the pearly gates swing out
She’ll becon to me
I’ve been waiting a life time
For this evening at seven
Got a date with an angel
And I’m on my way to heaven

Tell Me How Long The Train's Been Gone
Composer(s): Henry Nemo - Brooks - Kay Starr
Performer(s): Kay Starr



Now here's a little ditty about a depot disaster
We have a distressed damsel and the doggonest dilemma!

A-tell me how long the train's been gone
A-tell me how long the train's been gone
A-tell me how long the train's been gone
The people keep a-comin' but the train's done gone!

Ever'one knows the train don't wait
Ever'one knows the train don't wait
It's your own fault if the show up late
The people keep a-comin' but the train don't wait!

Now the sun drops in the west
Up pops the same old moon
Same as the train to explain
There'll be another choo-choo soon!

A-tell me how long the train's been gone
A-tell me how long the train's been gone
A-tell me how long the train's been gone
The people keep a-comin' but the train's done gone!

People comin'
See I'm a-runnin'!
See I'm a-runnin', a-shovin', a-breakin' down the gate!
See I'm pushin'
They're shovin'
Well the people keep a-comin' but the train's done gone!

Yes, the people keep comin', the train's got out
That's what everybody's talkin' about!
You better get to movin', can't be late
Because the man that takes the tickets gonna close the gate!

A-tell me how long the train's been gone
A-tell me how long the train's been gone
A-tell me how long the train's been gone
The people keep a-comin' but the train's done gone!

The sun comes up, out from the west
Up pops the same old moon
Same as the train to explain
There'll be another choo-choo soon!

Tell me how long the train's been gone
Hhow long has the train been gone?
Tell me how long the train's been gone
The people keep a-comin' but the train's done gone!
People keep a-comin'
Yes the people keep a-comin'
But the train done gone!

My Lighthouse
Composer(s): Jarvis Cocker; Simon Hinkler
Performer(s): Pulp



Come up to my lighthouse for I have something I wish to say
It can wait for a moment; well in fact it can wait all day
I just wanted to bring you up here so you could have the chance to see
The beauty of this situation that you could share with me
It may seem strange to talk of love and then lighthouses
It's not strange to me
Hey All alone you and I in our high tower
That's the way to be
Some laugh at my lighthouse they say it's just an ivory tower
But I don't mind because I know their envy grows by the hour
See I have a purpose up here to guide the ships upon their way
All this is mine; it could be yours too what do you say?
It may seem strange to talk of love and then lighthouses
It's not strange to me 
Hey All alone you and I in our high tower
That's the way to be
Hehehey hey 

Gossip Calypso
Composer(s): Peacock
Performer(s): Bernard Cribbens



Gossip calypso, Gossip calypso
Hear all about it yak a yak-yak
Every woman up at the window
Giving out the gossip and getting it back

Oh Mrs. Brown, well how are you now, I tell you
I've had a shocking time with Ern and his stomach
Don't talk to me, my Charlie has gone and fallen down the stairs
again, saints preserve us
Poor old chap, did he hurt himself well, not as much as
Alf that's my cousin Fred's boy I learned from Fred
the doctor said, he'll have to have his kneecap scraped, gor blimey
singing

Gossip calypso Gossip calypso
Hear all about it yak a yak-yak
Every woman up at the window
Giving out the gossip and getting it back

Mrs. Booze, have you heard the news that woman
you know the very fat one down at the corner
Climbed in a truck, got stuck, they think that they never gonna get
her out, do tell me
Well I had a feller round and gave him a pound, to free her with an
oxyacetylene welder
Must send along some books, it looks like she's gonna be there quite
some time, cor blimey singing

Gossip calypso Gossip calypso
Hear all about it yak a yak-yak
Every woman up at the window
Giving out the gossip and getting it back

Oh Mrs. Ware I do like your hair who does it
I go to Madame Pom Pom round by the gas works
With all that fruit, it looks so cute, I can't believe it it's
really you, like a film star
Have you heard dear, a little bird has told me Mrs. Tate's expecting
her seventh
Well glory be, that's three, she's had since Lenny had his tonsils
out, cor blimey singing

Gossip calypso Gossip calypso
Hear all about it yak a yak yak
Every woman up at the window
Giving out the gossip and getting it back
Giving out the gossip and getting it back

Tell Me How
Composer(s): Buddy Holly - Norman Petty - Jerry Allison
Performer(s): The Crickets - 1958
Covered by multiple other artists



Tell me how to keep your love
You know how I need your love 
Tell me how you keep the love
Within your heart from me
Don't you know that I love you 
Let me show why I'm true blue 
When I know my love is true 
Don't keep your love from me 
If you would say to me today 
The time for love is now
Could I sway your love my way 
Then I say tell me how
Tell me how to keep your love 
You know how I need your love
Tell me how you keep the love 
Within your heart from me 
If you would say to me today 
The time for love is now 
Could I sway your love my way 
Then I say tell me how 
Tell me how to keep your love 
You know how I need your love 
Tell me how you keep the love 
Within your heart from me
Tell me how you keep the love 
Within your heart from me 

My Life
Composer(s): Billy Joel
Performer(s): Billy Joel



Got a call from an old friend we'd used to be real close
Said he couldn't go on the American way
Closed the shop, sold the house, bought a ticket to the west coast
Now he gives them a stand-up routine in L.A.

I don't need you to worry for me cause I'm alright
I don't want you to tell me it's time to come home
I don't care what you say anymore this is my life
Go ahead with your own life leave me alone

I never said you had to offer me a second chance
I never said I was a victim of circumstance
I still belong
Don't get me wrong
And you can speak your mind
But not on my time

They will tell you, you can't sleep alone in a strange place
Then they'll tell you can't sleep with somebody else
Ah but sooner or later you sleep in your own space
Either way it's OK you wake up with yourself 

Gossip And Second Gossip
Composer(s): Alan Jay Lerner; Frederick Loewe



Gossip

There's that wretched man
Louis DeLaTour
With his latest horrible amour
Isn't she a mess?
Isn't she a sight?
Let's invite them out tomorrow night

Honore Lachaille
Honore Lachaille
With another twinkle in his eye
Isn't it a shame?
Isn't it a crime
Seeing him so happy all the time?

There's Gaston Lachaille
With his little friend
Is that passion never going to end?
Did you see her ring?
Not a bagatelle!
Dear Liane is doing very well

Second Gossip

There's Gaston Lachaille
With his latest belle
She should keep him busy for a spell
Isn't she a dream?
Isn't she a dear?
Oh, if only dear Liane were here

There's Gaston Lachaille
There's Gaston Lachaille
With the latest apple of his eye
Where could she be from?
Do you know her name?
She's a little young to play the game

Tell Me Again
Composer(s): Jerry Crutchfield
Performer(s): Jeannie Seely
and multiple other artists



Tell me again how I'll soon forget you
And won't even think of your name
But this time go slow, for I want to know
Just how it is that I will lose this thing

Tell me again how there'll be another
And how that someone will take your place
Then tell me the part what to do with a heart
That still loves you, yes tell me again

Tell me how I'll no longer see you
Tossing sleeplessly through each night
Or when my mem'ry strays to a favorite day
When the world was ours and everything was right

Tell me again how I'll make it without you
And how I'll have time on my side
Then tell me the part what to do with a heart
That still loves you, yes tell me again

My Last Song
Performer(s): Country Joe McDonald



Well now the party's over
Food and dishes all put away
Family and guests are all off in their beds
Looks like the end of the day
Just you and I together
And I don't know what to say
It feels so strange, the same old game
Without a reason to play
Without a reason to play

I never shared the vision
In fact I've never known
From dawn to dusk relations rust
You stood it all alone
And there in all confusion
So big, so fearless, so bold
I tried so hard I almost died
But now I guess you know
But now I guess you know

They're boarding up the windows
The closets seem so small
The picture frames of mem'ry lane
Come cascading off the wall
And now the questions and the answers
Ring so hollow in my mind
The reasons change, the agenda fades
Up against the wailing wall
Up against the wailing wall

Melting all my anger
As I turn life a page
To make some sense, to feel repent
What to save and cast away
Now in the final chapter
Of the greatest story told
I see so clear through clouded tears
I don't want to see you go
I don't want to see you go

Well now the party's over
Food and dishes all put away
Family and guests are all off in their beds
Looks like the end of the day
Just you and I together
And I don't know what to say
It feels so strange, the same old game
Without a reason to play
Without a reason to play