That Greasy Kid Stuff
Composer(s): Cy Coben
Performer(s): Janie Grant



Cleopatra sailing down the Nile with Mark
Was huggin' and kissin', was as happy as a lark
But suddenly she ran her fingers through his hair
Stopped and said, "Well, I declare...
Are you still using that greasy kid stuff?
That icky sticky ooey gooey greasy kid stuff"

Stanley looked for Livingston the books all say
Found him in the jungle on that famous day
Shook his hand and shouted in a voice that boomed
"Dr. Livingston I presume...
That you're still using that greasy kid stuff
That icky sticky ooey gooey greasy kid stuff"

Delilah was a gal who was as smart as a fox
She crew-cut Sampson's curly locks
She wiped off the scissors when the job was done
Then whispered softly, "Tell me, hon...
Are you still using that greasy kid stuff?
That icky sticky ooey gooey greasy kid stuff"

I dreamt that I was at a summit meeting last night
Nikita and the President were setting things right
Everything was fine until Nikita says
"If it's not top secret, tell me Prez...
Are you still using that greasy kid stuff?
That icky sticky ooey gooey greasy kid stuff"

Waarom 
((aka Alleen Gaan (by Will Tura) - 1998; Zoals Gewoonlijk (by Raymond Van Het Groenewoud) - 2004; Mijn Leven (by Nicole & Hugo) - 2009))
((Adapted from: Comme D'habitude (by Claude François - 1967))
Composer(s): Claude François - Jacques Revaux - Gilles Thibault - André Hazes
Performer(s): André Hazes - 1980

Versions In Other Languages:
1968/1969 - My Way (by Frank Sinatra)
1969 - Eu Já Me Habituei (by Agnaldo Timóteo)
1971 - La Mia Via (by Fred Bongusto)
1972 - A Modo Mio (by Patty Pravo)
1989 - A Mi Manera (by Joan Baez)
1996 - A Mi Manera (Paul Anka & Julio Iglesias)
1996 - Moj Svet (by Dragan Stojnic)
2003 - A Mi Manera (by Raphael)



Waarom, zeg mij waarom ben ik alleen en altijd eenzaam
Waarom, zeg mij waarom noemt niemand mij eens bij mijn voornaam
Ik heb ook nooit een vrouw die mij eens helpt of met me uitgaat
Waarom, zeg mij waarom moet ik alleen staan

Ach ja, ik heb m’n werk, verdien m’n geld, dat is m'n leven
‘t Is allemaal voorbij, maar ik zou zo graag iets willen geven
Zolang ik dat niet kan ben ik niet blij en blijf ook eenzaam
Waarom, zeg mij waarom moet ik alleen staan

'k zit hier alleen, zonder vriendin, waar moet ik heen, ‘t heeft toch geen zin
Ik zou zo graag, geloof me toch, met jou willen praten, dansen de nacht
Maar dat soort dromen komen nooit uit, ‘k blijf altijd eenzaam

En toch ik heb nog hoop want er is toch nog steeds een morgen
En als 't geluk dan komt dan zal ik altijd voor haar zorgen
En bouw daar een gezin waar ik m'n leven mee kan slijten
Ooh kom, breng mij geluk, ‘t liefste morgen

Nu droom ik het weer, ben ik verliefd, o lieve schat, zeg alsjeblieft
Kom dicht bij mij, geef me een zoen, ik houd van jou, dat zal ik doen
Maar dat soort dromen komen nooit uit, ‘k blijf altijd eenzaam

Growin' Up
Composer(s): Bruce Springsteen
Performer(s): Bruce Springsteen;
and various other artists



I stood stone-like at midnight suspended in my masquerade
I combed my hair till it was just right and commanded the night brigade
I was open to pain and crossed by the rain and I walked on a crooked crutch
I strolled all alone through a fallout zone and came out with my soul untouched
I hid in the clouded wrath of the crowd but when they said "Sit down" I stood up
Ooh-ooh growin' up

The flag of piracy flew from my mast, my sails were set wing to wing
I had a jukebox graduate for first mate, she couldn't sail but she sure could sing
I pushed B-52 and bombed `em with the blues with my gear set stubborn on standing
I broke all the rules, strafed my old high school, never once gave thought to landing
I hid in the clouded wrath of the crowd but when they said "Come down" I threw up
Ooh-ooh growin' up

I took month-long vacations in the stratosphere and you know it's really hard to hold your breath
I swear I lost everything I ever loved or feared, I was the cosmic kid in full costume dress
Well, my feet they finally took root in the earth but I got me a nice little place in the stars
And I swear I found the key to the universe in the engine of an old parked car
I hid in the mother breast of the crowd but when they said "Pull down" I pulled up
Ooh-ooh growin' up 
Ooh-ooh growin' up

That Girl Belongs To Yesterday
Composer(s): Mick Jagger - Keith Richards
Performer(s): Gene Pitney



Last night I needed you so bad
I was alone and feeling sad
But now that I recall
You left me after all
The only girl I've ever had

I never ever made you cry
No, no I didn't even try
You promised you'd be true
You said you loved me too
My only girl told me a lie

And maybe there'll come a day
When I can smile and say
She used to be my girl

But now there's nothing left to say
She only wanted me for play
I learned my lesson fast
But now I know at last
That girl belongs to yesterday

My only girl
My only girl
I learned my lesson fast
But now I know at last
That girl belongs to yesterday
That girl she belongs to yesterday

My Way
((Adapted from: Comme D'habitude (by Claude François - 1967))
Composer(s): Claude François - Jacques Revaux - Gilles Thibault - Paul Anka
Performer(s): Frank Sinatra - 1968/1969
and multiple other artists

Versions In Other Languages:
1969 - Eu Já Me Habituei (by Agnaldo Timóteo)
1971 - La Mia Via (by Fred Bongusto)
1972 - A Modo Mio (by Patty Pravo)
1980 - Waarom (by André Hazes)
1989 - A Mi Manera (by Joan Baez)
1996 - A Mi Manera (by Paul Anka & Julio Iglesias)
1996 - Moj Svet (by Dragan Stojnic)
1998 - Alleen Gaan (by Will Tura)
2003 - A Mi Manera (by Raphael)
2004 - Zoals Gewoonlijk (by Raymond Van Het Groenewoud)
2009 - Mijn Leven (by Nicole & Hugo)



And now the end is near
And so I face the final curtain
My friend, I'll say it clear
I'll state my case of which I'm certain

I've lived a life that's full
I travelled each and every highway
And more, much more than this
I did it My Way

Regrets, I've had a few
But then again too few to mention
Did what I had to do
And saw it through without exemption
Planned each charted course
Each careful step along the byway
And more, much more than this
I did it My Way

Yes there were times, I'm sure you knew
When I bit off more than I could chew
But through it all when there was doubt
I ate it up and spit it out
I faced it all and I stood tall
And did it My Way

I've loved
I've laughed and cried
I've had my fill, my share of losing
And now as tears subside
I find it all so amusing
To think I did all that
And may I say not in a shy way

Oh no, oh no not me
I did it My Way

For what is a man, what has he got?
If not himself, then he has naught
To say the things he truly feels
And not the words of one who kneels
The record shows
I took the blows 
And did it my way!

Grow, Mrs. Goldfarb
Performer(s): Allan Sherman



Grow, Mrs. Goldfarb, fatter, fatter
Pile more potatoes on your platter 
Listen to me, 'cause I'm your hubby
I just adore you plump and chubby
I got a letter from the state, Dear
You're gonna need a license plate, Dear
My little elephant joke come true
Chew, Mrs. Goldfarb, chew! 

There is so much more of you
More to adore you
'Cause you're not slender
In your white dress you're a doll
Big as the Taj Mahal
In all its splendor 
When you're in gepartment stores
Don't use the revolving doors
You might get stuck, Dear
When you use the telephone
Go in the booth alone
And lots of luck, Dear

You had for breakfast: two pounds bacon
Three dozen eggs, one coffee cake and 
Then you had something really awful
Four kippered herrings on a waffle 
Nine English muffins, one baked apple
Boston cream pie, Philadelphia scrapple
Seventeen bowls of Crispy Crunch
Then you said, "What's for lunch?" 

Sweetheart, you are giant size
You are Lane Bryant size 
My darling Myrtle
Last Thanksgiving I was thrilled
You ate so much, you killed 
Your living girdle
Have another dozen shrimp
My lovely little blimp
Don't count a calorie 
I just received a stub
I owe the Diner's Club 
A whole years salary

Eat, Mrs. Goldfarb, daily, nightly
Eat, though your chair is bending slightly
Love of my life, I'm glad I found you
Each day I take a walk around you
I can't forget when we got married
Over the threshold I got carried
No other bride would be so sweet 
Eat, Mrs. Goldfarb, Eat!

That Girl
Composer(s): Glenn Frey - Bob Seger
Performer(s): Glenn Frey



Raindrops fallin' on these hills tonight
I've been drivin' since the mornin' light
It won't be long before those headlights shine
And I'll be missin' that girl of mine

Yesterday, I was safe and warm
Yesterday, I held her in my arms
Now the raindrops fallin'
And I feel like callin'
That Girl

Well there ain't no explainin' what she does for me
It might be somethin' only I can see
Understanding in a quiet way
Undemanding and I got to say

I'm in love, and I know it's for sure
I'm in love, I can't stop thinking of her
Now the raindrops fallin'
And I feel like callin'
That girl

Well I've been callin' that girl for such a long long time
I can't get through, I'm 'bout to lose my mind
I got so much to tell her, I got so much to say
Ooh, I'm gonna love her till my dyin' day

Oh, I'm in love, and I know it's for sure
I'm in love, I can't stop thinking of her
now the raindrops fallin'
I feel like callin'
Raindrops fallin'
I feel like callin'
Raindrops fallin'
And I feel like callin'
That girl
That girl

My Wasted Past
Composer(s): Ernest Tubb; Roy Duke
Performer(s): Ernest Tubb



Today I’ve been thinking of My Wasted Past
And all the heartaches that I’ve been through
It seems to me this world has turned me down
And there’s nothing left for me to do

In the future you no I have no planes
Since you ran away with another man
I feel as though this is the last
As I’m thinking of My Wasted Past

Ah Billy Byrd now

The clouds take the sunshine and bring the rain
Like you took my love and brought me pain
Now I’m all alone with memories of the past
And I’ll never see my love again

In the future you no I have no plan
Since you ran away with another man
I feel as though this is the last
As I’m thinking of My Wasted Past

Grow Old With Me
Composer(s): John Lennon
Performer(s): John Lennon;
and various other artists



Grow old along with me
The best is yet to be
When our time has come
We will be as one

God bless our love
God bless our love

Grow old along with me
Two branches on one tree
Face the setting sun
When the day is done

God Bless our love
God bless our love 

Spending our lives together
Man and wife together
World without end
World without end 

Grow old along with me
Whatever fate decrees
We will see it through
For our love is true

God bless our love
God bless our love 

God bless our love
God bless our love 

God bless our love

That Feeling Is Gone
Composer(s): Walter Hirsh - Chester Wallace
Performer(s): Benny Goodman & His Orch.



That feeling is gone, I must go on without you
That feeling is gone, the thrill I used to know
You tell me you're sorry, that it wasn't meant to be
It's easy to be sorry, but how about me ?

That feeling is gone, still I could never doubt you
For old times' sake, I'll gladly take the blame
Although I can't forget you, I wonder why I ever met you
That feeling is gone, never to be the same

My Walking Stick
Composer(s): Irving Berlin
Performer(s): Leon Redbone
and various other artists



Without my walking stick, I'd go insane
I can't look my best I feel undressed without my cane
Must have my walking stick 'cause it may rain
When it pours can't be outdoors without my cane

If I ever left my house without my walking stick
Well it would be something I could never explain
Oh the thing that makes me click, on lovers lane
Would go for naught if I were caught without my cane

Be-bop-bop-de-la-dum
Be-bop-a-da-bum
Re-bop-be-a
Rop-a-de-bop
Rump-a-de-dum
Ra-da-da-de

Re-bop-bop-la-da-dum
Re-bop-be-de-a
Rop-a-de-bum
Rop-a-de-bum
Deet-de-de-a
Ra-da-da-dum

If I ever left my house without my walking stick
Well it would be something I could never explain
Oh the thing that makes me click on lovers lane
Would go for naught if I were caught without my cane

Ground Hog Blues
Composer(s): Sonny Boy Williamson
Performer(s): Sonny Boy Williamson



Now I'm a walkin' groundhog
mama and I walks around in my den
Now I'm a walkin' groundhog 
mama and I walks around in my den
Now if I come out and see my shadow, John I believe I'll go back in

Now I want some feedin' mama, so I can hear a high sound
If you don't feed me baby I believe I'll go back in the ground
Because I'm that walkin' groundhog, mama and I walks around in my den
Now if I come out and see my shadow you say you don't love me
I believe I'll go back in

Now I wanna hear some swingin' music, I wanna hear a Fats Waller song
Now if I start to jitterbuggin' I'm forgettin' my hole down in the ground
Because I'm that walkin' groundhog, man and I walks around in my den

Now if I come out and see my shadow my woman don't love me 
I believe I'll go back in

Yes John, you know what I mean...
Oh you know I'm a-walkin' wild...

Now I need some pettin' baby, baby you know what I mean
Now if you don't pet me baby, I believe I'll go back down in New Orleans
Because I'm that walkin' groundhog, at night I walks around in my den
Now if I come out and see my shadow my woman don't love me 
yeah an' I believe I'll go back in

Chicken Feed
Performer(s): Bobbi Staff



It's not because the money you have is only chicken feed
It's because I know I'm not the only chicken you feed
I don't care if a boy has barely enough to feed me
I just wanta know that I'm the only chicken he feeds feed

I heard about you last night, out in the bright lights with old Suzie Brown
You took her to the movie show, you took her to the bowling bowl, you took her ev'ry place in town
Guess ya think it's funny out spendin' all your money, leavin' me home alone
Well from now on I'm gonna be anywhere else but home

It's not because the money you have is only chicken feed
It's because I know I'm not the only chicken you feed
I don't care if a boy has barely enough to feed me
I just wanta know that I'm the only chicken he feeds

I was sittin' home thinkin' how I'd like to be drinkin' a Coke somewhere in town
When a friend phoned me, and she told me you were feedin' old Suzie Brown
Well I got down low, got to feelin' so low that I thought I would die
Well I've got news for you, I'm not going to sit home and cry

It's not because the money you have is only chicken feed
It's because I know I'm not the only chicken you feed
I don't care if a boy has barely enough to feed me
I just wanta know that I'm the only chicken he feeds feed

I just wanta know that I'm the only chicken he feeds feed

My Very Good Friend The Milkman
Composer(s): Johnny Burke; Harold Spina
Performer(s): Fats Waller
and various other artists



My very good friend the milkman says
That I've been losing to much sleep
He doesn't like the hours I keep
And he suggests that you should marry me

My very good friend the mailman says
That it would make his burden less
If we both had the same address
And he suggests that you should marry me

Then there's a very friendly fellow who prints
All the latest real estate news
And every day he sends me blueprints
Of cottages with country views

My very good friends the neighbours say
That they've been watching little things I do
And they perceive that I love you
So I suggest that you should marry me

Grosse Galette
Composer(s): Bernard Lavilliers
Performer(s): Bernard Lavilliers



Dans le brouillard de Londres
J'ai rencontré un soir
Un type nommé Bobby
Un guitariste noir
Il venait de Kingstone
Avait des yeux violets
Dans un bar de Brighton Beach
C'était là qu'il jouait

Ses doigts longs et rapides couraient sur sa guitare
Ses riffs comme des fluides transperçaient le brouillard
Puis la lumière dorée du soleil de Negril
Planait sur la fumée en petites notes agiles
Ses textes étaient précis et bourrés d'humour noir
C'était donc mon ami depuis ce fameux soir

Mélodie, tempo, harmonie
J'te les joue ici, mais elles viennent d'ailleurs
Mélodie, tempo, harmonie
Guitare, basse, batterie, saxophone et chœurs

J'étais noir moi aussi mais pour d'autres raisons
J'avais passé dix ans à dormir en prison
C'était une drôle d'affaire pleine de coups d'escopette
De transporteurs de fond et puis de grosse galette

Mélodie, tempo, harmonie
Je chante en sous-sol mon reggae braqueur
Mélodie, tempo, harmonie
Surtout pas de cris, ça s'passe en douceur

Dans la vie, mon garçon, que tu sois noir ou blanc
T'as le choix, tu travailles ou tu gagnes de l'argent
Les flics n'ont pas aimé cette chanson historique
Paumée la grosse galette et finie la musique

Mélodie, tempo, harmonie
J'te les joue ici, mais elles viennent d'ailleurs
Mélodie, tempo, harmonie
Guitare, basse, batterie, saxophone et chœurs

That Face
Composer(s): Lew Spence - Alan Bergman
Performer(s): Fred Astaire
and multiple other artists



That face, that face, that wonderful face! 
It shines, it glows all over the place
And how I love to watch it change expressions 
Each look becomes the pride of my possessions

I love that face, that face, it just isn't fair
You must forgive the way that I stare
But never will these eyes behold a sight that could replace 

That face 
That face 
That face

I love those eyes, those lips, that fabulous smile
She laughs and Spring goes right out of style

Oh never will these eyes behold a sight that could replace 
That face 
That face 
That face 
That face 
That face 
That face 
That face

My Unfinished Symphony
Composer(s): Milton Carson
Performer(s): David Whitfield



My love is my unfinished symphony
When you kiss me violins begin to play
The melody I hear when you are near
Will linger on till tomorrow is today
My love's a rhapsody the breezes sigh
In my heart it sings and echoes to the sky
Such a love will live on through eternity
That's my unfinished symphony

Such a love will live on through eternity
That's my unfinished symphony

Gross Chapel - British Grenadiers
Composer(s): Steve Hanley; Craig Scanlon; Mark E. Smith
Performer(s): The Fall



Porterage down
The dark gross chapel
The stepped streets around now
Sells person mobile
Porterage down
Dark gross chapel
The stepped streets around now
Was introduced by a woman loose-limbed, slim
One look up to a whitewashed ugly wall
Whoosh made worse by dirty postcards
Trapped in their town
Their bracing criminals in panicky hall
No time for The Fall group
I'll put you down
Porterage down
To the dark gross chapel
These stepped streets around now
(So's cro-cellar...)
I'll put you down
To the gross chapel
You were right said Peter
Dying for a smoke
But you should've said to them please
(Job's idea) how little they (...)
(Like Canava's) coming up assaulted
They were as fed up as I was
Waiting outside after putting blame on you
Porterage down
(I slam) I am ailing
Porterage down
(...)
Wearing his clothes, they (...)
and their commandos live happy
In that scaly (eard)
Where (air) were commandos
Storm all pallisades
Our leaders will not refuse us
We will (tangle maze)
Throw them from glasses
And about the enemy's ears
Sing
Ta ra ra ra ra
For the British Grenadiers
I'll put you down

That Did It, Marie
Composer(s): Irene Higginbotham - Fred Meadows
Performer(s): Peggy Lee; Benny Goodman



I was an icky, couldn't get in the groove
Till this old band began to move
Ree ree fah fah bye bye bye
That did it Marie

The heat was rising to a hundred and five
When all the cats gave out the jive
Ree ree fah fah bye bye bye
That did it Marie

Dig that sax you jumpin jacks
Does that eighty-eighter send ya
Jump jump jump it to that trumpet
Satch is gonna blow a bunch of riffs
Ha!

They called me squarey when I walked in at eight
By twelve o'clock they called me gate
Ree ree fah fah bye bye bye
That did it Marie

My Uncle
Composer(s): Graham Parsons; Chris Hillman
Originally performed by: The Flying Burrito Brothers



A letter came today from the draft board
With trembling hands I read the questionnaire
It asked me lots of things about my mama and papa
Now that ain't what I call exactly fair
So I'm heading for the nearest foreign border
Vancouver may be just my kind of town
'Cause they don't need the kind of law and order
That tends to keep a good man underground
A sad old soldier once told me a story
About a battlefield that he was on
He said a man should never fight for glory
He must know what is right and what is wrong
So I'm heading for the nearest foreign border
Vancouver may be just my kind of town
'Cause they don't need the kind of law and order
That tends to keep a good man underground, yeah
Now, I don't know how much I owe my uncle
But I suspect it's more than I can pay
He's asking me to sign a three-year contract
I guess I'll catch the first bus out today
So I'm heading for the nearest foreign border
Vancouver may be just my kind of town
'Cause they don't need the kind of law and order
That tends to keep a good man underground
That tends to keep a good man underground