Ten Lonely Guys
Composer(s): Cliff Adams - Eddie Snyder - Jerry Goldstein - Richard Gottehrer
Performer(s): Pat Boone; Neil Diamond



Each night we meet and talk about you
Reminisce about the things you used to do
We just sit around broken-hearted
'cause all of us are still in love with you

Oh, yes we're ten lonely guys with ten broken hearts
We thought your lies were true
Yes we're just ten lonely guys with tears in our eyes
Ten lonely guys who still love you

Eddie was the first one to hold you
Jerry was the first to taste your kiss
Then came Johnny, Stan, Richie, Neal, and Bobby, Jack, and Cliff
And I was the last one on your list

Oh, yes we're ten lonely guys with ten broken hearts
We thought your lies were true
Yes we're just ten lonely guys with tears in our eyes
Ten lonely guys who still love you

The footsteps at the door can mean just one thing
Someone else has been a fool for you
One more guy who wants to tell his story
One more guy who knows what we've been through

Oh, yes we're ten lonely guys with ten broken hearts
We thought your lies were true
Yes we're just ten lonely guys with tears in our eyes
And tonight we'll set a chair for someone new 

My Mistake
Composer(s): Jamie James
Performer(s): The Kingbees



You and I been goin' steady for a whole lot o' years
And it was love that started feelin' like a ????????
My love is dyin', but I can't hide it
I'm sorry honey, but I wanna ride

I saw a real fine girl at the market place
She had a nice way of walkin' and a real fine face
Of course, like a man I don't understand
I'm sorry chick, but it's my mistake

Well, my, my, my, my, my, my, my mistake
Yes, my, my, my, my, my, my, my mistake

Oh, alright now, honey

I had to choose between school and a rock 'n roll band
I made up my mind to rock as fast as I can
I don't want no teachers, or their rules
You've got it right, I'm nobody's fool

But to get yourself spotted, like you just don't know
Too many people got a smile, then they lie like the low
It's hard to take, 'cause I need space
I'm sorry honey, it was my mistake

Well, it's my, my, my, my, my, my, my mistake
It's my, my, my, my, my, my, my mistake
My, my, my, my, my, my, my mistake
My, my, my, my, my, my, my, my, my, my, ooh
My, my, my mistake
My, my, my, my, my, my, my, my ...

Grandad
Composer(s): Flowers; Pickett
Performer(s): Clive Dunn



I've been sitting here all day thinking
Same old thing ten years away thinking
Now my days are gone, memories linger on
Thoughts of when I was boy

Pennyfarthings on the street riding
Motorcars were funny things, frightning
Bow and hoops and spinning tops
Annie gretzel's lollipops
Comic cuts, all different things

Grandad, grandad you're lovely
That's what we all think of you
Grandad, grandad you're lovely
That's what we all think of you
Grandad grandad

Aeroplanes tied up with string flying
Telephones and talking things sighing
A radio and phonograph, Charlie Chaplin made us laugh
Silently falling about
Familiar things I keep around, near me
Memories of my younger days, clearly
Now it's in my mind?
Everyday I find, thoughts of when I was boy

Grandad, grandad you're lovely
That's what we all think of you
Grandad, grandad you're lovely
That's what we all think of you
Grandad, grandad

Grandad, grandad

Grandad, grandad

Ten Little Friends
Composer(s): John Entwistle
Performer(s): John Entwistle



I don't need no conversation
I got everything I need
I'm happy sitting up here
With my ten little friends
Mr. Bones, and me

I ain't going to the party
I don't want no cakes n' tea
I'm happy sitting up here
With my ten little friends
Mr. Bones, and me

I keep myself to myself
And I disconnect the phones
My ten little friends are playing piano
Mr. Bones is on trombone

I don't need no conversation
I got everything I need
I'm happy sitting up here
With my ten little friends
Mr. Bones, and me

I don't need no television
Ain't got time to watch TV
I'm too busy sitting here playing
With my ten little friends
Mr. Bones, and me

I keep myself to myself
And I disconnect the phones
My ten little friends are playing guitar and on bass is Mr. Bones

My Mirage
Composer(s): Doug Ingle
Performer(s): Iron Butterfly



In my mind I see a mirage on the wall
But unfortunately it's not there at all
So I guess I'll draw my mirage on the wall
Then it can be here to see and enjoyed by all

My mirage, I'll be drawing you soon
Then all of the beautiful people that come to our home
They'll be seeing you too
My mirage
I'll be drawing you soon
My mirage, I'll be seeing you soon

In my mind I see a mirage on the wall
But unfortunately it's not there at all
So I guess I'll draw my mirage on the wall
Then it can be here to see and enjoyed by all

My mirage, I'll be drawing you soon
Then all of the beautiful people that come to our home
They'll be seeing you too
My mirage
I'll be drawing you soon
My mirage 
They'll be seeing you soon

Grand Père Yitzhak
Performer(s): Yves Duteil



Il a chanté ses chansons
Veillé sur elle au salon
Il écoutait ses poèmes
Expliquait bien les problèmes

Ensemble autour de la rade
Ils s'en allaient en balade
Si ses parents la grondaient quelquefois
Elle se cachait dans ses bras

Il avait fait la guerre, autrefois
Mais n'en parlait presque pas
Elle pense à lui chaque jour
Mais n'attend plus son retour

Quand il partait en voyage
Il écrivait quelques pages
Parfois si tendre et secret
C'était ainsi qu'elle l'aimait

Elle était grande et pourtant
On autait dit une enfant
Une petite fille qui pleurait son grand-père
Devant les grands de la terre

Entre les larmes, elle disait
Que jamais nos regrets
Ne lui ramèneraient
Malgré les Princes et les Rois
Tout son bonheur d'autrefois

Elle dessinait sa maison
Avec au loin l'horizon
Il ajoutait dans le ciel
Une colombe, un soleil

C'était pour elle qu'il voulait
Tendre la main vers la paix
Et regarder les enfants désunis
Sortir enfin de la nuit

Il était grave et sérieux parfois
Et elle ne comprenait pas
Elle pense à lui chaque jour
Mais n'attend plus son retour

Entre les larmes, elle savait
Qu'aucun hymne à la paix
Ne lui ramènerait
Malgré l'espoir et la foi
Tout ce bonheur d'autrefois

Mmm...

Elle était grande et pourtant
On aurait dit une enfant
Une petite fille qui pleurait son grand-père
Parmi les grands de la terre

Ten Little Fingers And Ten Little Toes (Down In Tennessee)
Composer(s): Harry Pease - Johnny White - Ira Schuster - Ed. G. Nelson



I met a pal from Tennessee, and with a smile he greeted me
for he was feeling happy, mighty snappy, jumping up and down with glee 
he got good news from home today, and that's the reason he felt gay
I thought it was simply great, just had to congratulate, when I heard him say

He said "I'm leaving town today, I hope and pray there's no delay
I'm going to get my ticket, double quick it, not a thing could make me stay
I long to see my little prize, and look in those baby eyes 
just try to imagine me, back home in Tennessee, oh, what paradise

"I've got ten little fingers, and ten little toes
down in Tennessee, waiting there for me, I never had a baby call me "Da-da" 
how proud I know I'll be, when I hear it calling me 
Oh gee! I'll kiss every finger, I'll kiss every toe
at home sweet home I'll linger for they'll need me there I know
although it only weighs ten pounds and just one day old
I wouldn't give it up for all the world and it's gold
for I've got ten little fingers, and ten little toes, waiting down in Tennessee for me

"I've got ten little fingers, and ten little toes
down in Tennessee, waiting there for me
Oh, how I'll hold it, in my arms enfold it
when night time shadows creep, I will lull it fast asleep 
and then I'll count every finger, I'll count every toe 
close to his side I'll linger for he'll want me there I know 
if he looks like his mother what a child he must be
but if he looks like me then he's got my sympathy 
for I've got ten little fingers and ten little toes, waiting down in Tennessee for me

Quattro Lire E Noi
English Title: My Mind's Eye
Performer(s): Nomadi
(Originally performed by: The Small Faces)



Noi, quattro lire e noi
quattro amici e poi
che ci importerà
del mondo che non sa
guardare in faccia mai la realtà

Noi, il nostro amore e noi
questo amore che
vive accanto a noi
la gente non lo sa
che la felicità è tutta qua

Se importante sarei, che farai
se poi nessuno c’è, vicino a te
noi, con quattro lire noi
ricchi più che mai
e che ci importerà
del mondo che non sa
guardare in faccia mai la realtà

Grand Ole Opry Song
Composer(s): Hylo Brown
Performer(s): Jimmy Martin;
The Nitty Gritty Dirt Band



Come and listen to my story if you will I’m gonna tell
About a gang of fellers from down at Nashville
First I’ll start with old Red Foley doin’ the chattanooga shoe
We can’t forget Hank Williams with them good old lovesick blues

It’s time for Roy Acuff to go to Memphis on his train
With Minnie Pearl and Rod Brasfield and lazy Jim Day
Turn on all your radios I know that you will wait
Hear little Jimmy Dickens sing take an old cold tater and wait

There’ll be guitars and fiddles, Earl Scruggs and his banjo too
Bill Monroe singing ’em the honky tonky blues
Ernest Tubb’s number two wrongs won’t make a right
At the Grand Ole Opry ev’ry saturday night

There was uncle Dave Macon his gold tooth and plug-hat
Cowboy Copas singing tragic romance
Signed sealed and delivered with Sam and Kirk Mcgee
And the master of ceremony was Mr. George D. Hays

There was Lonzo and Oscar a-poppin’ bubble gum
George Morgan singin’ candy kisses yum yum
Got a hole in my bucket bringin’ in that Georgia mill
We’ll sing the sunny side of the mountain and dance to the chicken reel

There’ll be guitars and fiddles and banjo pickin’ too
Bill Monroe singin’ ’em the honky tonky blues
Ernest Tubb’s number too wrongs won’t make a right
At the Grand Ole Opry ev’ry saturday night

You can talk about your singers in all kinds of way
But none could sing the old songs like Bradley Kincaid
With his old hound dog guitar and the famous blue tail fly
Stringbean with Hank Snow and old fiddlin’ Chubby wise

There’ll be guitars and fiddles, Earl Scruggs and his banjo too
Bill Monroe singin’ ’em the honky tonky blues
Ernest Tubb’s number two wrongs don’t make a right
At the Grand Ole Opry ev’ry saturday night

Ten Little Bottles
Composer(s): Johnny Bond
Performer(s): Johnny Bond



A friend of mine gave me ten little bottles
Of some special stuff that he brewed up his-self
So I took it and hid it down in my basement
But my wife found out about it and she told me to get rid of it or else
And since I didn't like the way she said or else
I went down there and proceeded to carry out her instructions

I sat the ten little bottles on the drainboard
Picked up the first bottle, pulled the cork out of it
And poored it down the sink
That is, um, all except one little swallow - which I drank

I picked up the next bottle and I pulled the cork out of it
And poured it down the sink
All except one little swallow - which I drank

I picked up the next bottle and I pulled the sink out of it
And I poured it down the cork
All except one little swallow - which I drank

I picked up the next cork and I pulled the bottle out of it
And I poured it down the sink
All except one little drink - which I drank

I picked up the next sink and I pulled the cork out of it
And I poured it down the bottle
All except one little swallow - which I sank

I picked up the next drink and I pulled the swallow out of it
And I poured it down the sink
All except one little drink - I think

Well anyway by this time it's plain to see
That them little bottles of mine, let's see now
How many bottles have I got left - which I drank

Now I'm askin' you wasn't that a awful thing for my wife to make me do
Bless her little heart, bl-less her little heart, I'm tellin' ya one thing
You better not say nothin' against my wife buster
'Cause I'll have you know, I'll - have - you - know
That I've got da wifest little nice you ever saw in your [hicc]
Which I drank

My Mind's Eye
Italian Title: Quattro Lire E Noi
Composer(s): Ronnie Lane; Steve Marriott
Originally performed by: The Small Faces 
Covered by various other artists



I sit here every day 
lookin' at the sky
ever wondrin' why
I dream my dreams away
And I'm livin' for today
In my mind's eye

Things are clearer than before
Showing my the way
Asking me to stay
I'll never close the door
to all these things and more 
in my mind's eye

Everybody I know says I've changed
Laughin' behind their hands I think their strange

People runnin' everywhere
Runnin' through my life
I couldn't give a damn
`cause they'll never see
all that I can see
With my mind's eye

Na na na na na na
Na na na na na 
Na na na na na
Na na na na na
Na na na na

Na na na na na na
Na na na na na 
Na na na na na
Na na na na na
Na na na na ...

Grand Jacques (C'est Trop Facile)
Composer(s): Jacques Brel
Performer(s): Jacques Brel



C'est trop facile d'entrer aux églises
De déverser toutes ses saletés
Face au curé qui dans la lumière grise
Ferme les yeux pour mieux nous pardonner

Tais-toi donc Grand Jacques
Que connais-tu du Bon Dieu
Un cantique une image
Tu n'en connais rien de mieux

C'est trop facile quand les guerres sont finies
D'aller gueuler que c'était la dernière
Ami bourgeois vous me faites envie
Vous ne voyez donc point vos cimetières

Tais-toi donc Grand Jacques
Et laisse-les donc crier
Laisse-les pleurer de joie
Toi qui ne fus même pas soldat

C'est trop facile quand un amour se meurt
Qu'il craque en deux parce qu'on l'a trop plié
D'aller pleurer comme les hommes pleurent
Comme si l'amour durait l'éternité

Tais-toi donc Grand Jacques
Que connais-tu de l'amour
Des yeux bleus des cheveux fous
Tu n'en connais rien du tout

Et dis-toi donc Grand Jacques
Et dis-toi donc Grand Jacques
Dis-le-toi bien souvent
C'est trop facile
De faire semblant
De faire semblant

Ten Guitars
Composer(s): Gordon Mills
Performer(s): Engelbert Humperdinck
and multiple other artists



I have a band of men and all they do is play for me 
They come from miles around to hear them play a melody 
Beneath the stars my ten guitars will play a song for you 
And if you're with the one you love this is what you do 

Oh, dance, dance, dance to my ten guitars 
And very soon you know just where you are 
Through the eyes of love you see a thousand stars 
When you dance, dance, dance, to my ten guitars 

Guitars are made for love my band of men will always say 
So give each one a pretty girl and they will start to play 
Beneath the stars my ten guitars will play a song for you 
And if you're with the one you love this is what to do 

Oh, dance, dance, dance to my ten guitars 
And very soon you know just where you are 
Through the eyes of love you see a thousand stars 
When you dance, dance, dance, to my ten guitars 

Ooh, let me tell you now 
Dance, dance, dance to my ten guitars 
Hm, come on, everybody
Dance dance dance to my ten guitars

My Melody Of Love
Composer(s): Henry Mayer; Bobby Vinton
Performer(s): Bobby Vinton
and various other artists



I'm lookin' for a place to go
So I can be all alone
From thoughts and memories
So that when the music plays
I don't go back to the days
When love was you and me

"Oh, oh, moja droga, ja Cie kocham"
Means that I love you so
"Moja droga, ja Cie kocham"
More than you'll ever know
"Kocham ciebie calym sercem"
Love you with all my heart
Return to me and always be
My melody of love

Wish I had a place to hide
Al my sorrow, all my pride
I just can't get along
'Cause the love once so fine
Keeps on hurtin' all the time
Where did I go wrong?

"Oh, oh, moja droga ja Cie kocham"
Means that I love you so
"Moja droga, ja Cie kocham"
More than you'll ever know
"Kocham ciebie calym sercem"
Love you with all my heart
Return to me and always be
My melody of love

Woh-oh, la-la, la-la-la, la, la-la
My melody of love
La-la, la-la-la, la, la-la

My melody of love
La-la, la-la-la, la, la-la
My melody...

Grand Hotel
Composer(s): Gary Brooker; Keith Reid
Performer(s): Procol Harum



Tonight we sleep on silken sheets
We drink fine wine and eat rare meats
On Carousel and gambling stake
Our fortunes speed, and dissipate
It's candlelight and chandelier
It's silver plate and crystal clear
The nights we stay at Hotel Grand

Tonight we dine at Hotel Ritz
(A golden dish with every wish)
It's mirrored walls, and velvet drapes
Dry champagne, and bursting grapes
Dover sole, and Oeufs Mornay
Profiteroles and Peach Flambe
The waiters dance on fingertips
The nights we dine at Hotel Ritz

One more toast to greet the morn
The wine and dine have danced till dawn
Where's my Continental Bride?
We'll Continental slip and slide
Early morning pinch and bite
(These French girls always like to fight)
It's serenade and Sarabande
The nights we stay at Hotel Grand
Les nuits qu'on passe à l'Hotel Grande

Ten Guitars
Performer(s): Billy Connolly



I like to sing James Taylor songs, and songs by Carol King
I'll even sing John Murphy songs, I'll sing anything
But when I sing in social clubs, just one thing sickens me
a wee drunk woman staggers up, and this is what she says to me
Hey Jimmy, gonna gi' us Ten Guitars?
Her face has got a dozen battle scars
Oh, I must have sang that song in a thousand bars
Oh I'm really getting sick of Ten Guitars

Guitars were made for Rock and Roll, and no' this kind of trash
Gimme a song wi' Stephen Stills, or even Johnny Cash
But just when I start out to sing, some nice wee melody
the same wee woman donners up, and this is what she says to me

Hey Jimmy, oh c'mon, gi' us Ten Guitars
Her face has got a thousand battle scars
Oh, I must have sang that song in a thousand bars
Oh I'm really getting sick of Ten Guitars

Oh, if I could get my hands on that big balm-pot Humperdink
I'd rip his tonsils out his throat, and stuff them down the sink
Oh, I wish he'd never sang that song, or maybe something else
instead,
I'd love to take his ten Guitars, and wrap them around his head

Hey Jimmy, oh c'mon, gi' us Ten Guitars
Her face has got a million battle scars
Oh, I must have sang that song in a thousand bars
Oh I'm really getting sick of Ten Guitars

I'd love to break the strings on his Ten Guitars

My Melancholy Baby
Composer(s): Ernie Burnett; George A. Norton
Performer(s): Bing Crosby
and various other artists



Come to me my melancholy baby 
Cuddle up and don't be blue ...
All your fears are foolish fancy, maybe 
You know dear that I'm in love with you! 

Every cloud must have a silver lining 
Wait until the sun shines through 
Smile my honey dear, while I kiss away each tear 
Or else I shall be melancholy too! 

Every cloud must have a silver lining 
Wait until the sun shines through 
Smile my honey dear, while I kiss away each tear 
Or else I shall be melancholy too!

Grand Coulee Dam
Composer(s): Woody Guthrie
Performer(s): Woody Guthrie;
and various other artists



Now the world holds seven wonders
That the travellers always tell
Some gardens and some towers,
I guess you know them well
But now the greatest wonder
Is in Uncle Sam's fair land
It's the big Columbia River
And the big Grand Coulee Dam

She heads up the Canadian Rockies
Where the rippling waters glide
Comes a-roaring down the canyon
For to meet that salty tide
Of the big Pacific Ocean
Where the sun sinks in the west
In the big Grand Coulee country
In the land I love the best

In the misty crystal glitter
Of the wild and windward spray
Men have fought the pounding waters
And met a watery grave
Why, she tore their boats to splinters
But she gave men dreams to dream
Of the day the Coulee Dam
Would cross that wild and wasted stream

Now Uncle Sam took up the challenge
In the year of thirty three
For the farmer and the factory
And all of you and me
He said, "Roll along Columbia
You can roll down to the sea
But river, while you're rambling
You can do some work for me"

In the misty crystal glitter
Of the wild and windward spray
Men have fought the pounding waters
And met a watery grave
Why, she tore their boats to splinters
But she gave men dreams to dream
Of the day the Coulee Dam
Would cross that wild and wasted stream

Now from Washington and Oregon
You can hear the factories hum
Making chrome and making manganese
And white aluminum
Now the roar of the Flying Fortress
For to fight for Uncle Sam
On the howling King Columbia
By the big Grand Coulee Dam

In the misty crystal glitter
Of the wild and windward spray
Men have fought the pounding waters
And met a watery grave
Why, she tore their boats to splinters
But she gave men dreams to dream
Of the day the Coulee Dam
Would cross that wild and wasted stream

Now the world holds seven wonders
That the travellers always tell
Some gardens and some towers,
Why, I guess you know them well
But now the greatest wonder
Is in Uncle Sam's fair land
It's the big Columbia River
And the big Grand Coulee Dam

Ten Feet Off The Ground
Composer(s): Richard M. Sherman - Robert B. Sherman
Performer(s): Buddy Ebsen, Leslie Ann Warren, Janet Blair
and multiple other artists



Who invented music?
I'd like to shake his hand
'Cause music casts a spell
That I can understand
That must be some magician
Designed a magic plan
He changed his wand to a baton
And that's how it all began

When the rhythm bounds and the harmony sounds
And the melody rolls around
Presto! Change-O!
You're ten feet off the ground
When the rhythm bounds and the harmony sounds
And the melody rolls around
Right then in harmony we can be found
Ten feet off the ground

When everybody puts his heart in it
Everybody plays a part in it
That's how music magic is made
Everybody's toes are tappier
Everybody's feeling happier
Lighter than air
Out of this chair
Ten feet off the ground

Yes, everybody puts his heart in it
Everybody plays a part in it
That's how music magic is made
Everybody's toes are tappier
Everybody's feeling happier
Lighter than air
Out of this chair
Loping along on a magical sound
Out of this world and upward bound
Ten feet of the ground
Oh, Yeah!

My Martian Man
Composer(s): Lynsey de Paul
Originally performed by: Lynsey de Paul
Covered by: Mice; Julianne Regan



As I was lying on my pillow last night
I saw the strangest sight
A green machine with flashing lights
And as I stared and wondered
What it could be for
Hoping to see more
A Martian came right through my door
"Where have I landed?
My ship is stranded"

Martian Man, take my hand
We are a part of whatever the stars planned
Let's stick together, whatever they say

And he explained the Earth was no place
No atmosphere, and I could not live there
We both were made with different spheres
And anyway the green man
Couldn't mix with white
And Mars wasn't right
He disappeared into the night
"Where have I landed?
My ship is stranded"

Martian Man, take my hand
We are a part of whatever the stars planned
Let's stick together, whatever they say

Someday, but look at today (?)
We've only this one
End of the sun
And we'll understand
We will understand, understand

Martian Man, take my hand
We are a part of whatever the planned
Let's stick together, whatever they say

Someday...