That Little Difference
Composer(s): Monroe Fields - Shirley Tackitt - Carmol Taylor
Performer(s): Carmol Taylor



Well it's just a little difference in a woman and a man
And the things that they can do
They can fly a plane, or run a train
And that much we know is true

They can drive a truck, enforce the law
And they're good at all these things
But there's still a little difference in a woman and a man
And that will never change

Well a long time ago, my Daddy said, "Son
Let me tell you about the birds and bees"
He said "There's a difference in a woman and a man"
As he sat there a-talkin' to me

"It makes some good and it makes some bad
And it makes some cheat and lie"
It was then I told him everything I knew
And it really took him by surprise

Well, that little difference I'm a-talkin' about
S'what makes the world go round
That little difference I'm a-talkin' about
Makes a bulldog choke a hound

It makes the roosters crow and the cats all fight
And the bulls jump through the fence
Well, it's just a little difference in a woman and a man
I'm glad for that little difference

That little difference will make a little man
Fight like an old grizzly bear
And according to the story that same little difference
Is what cut off Samson's hair

Well it all started with Adam and Eve
And it's been great since that time
If you want somethin' better than that little difference
It's gonna be hard to find

Yeah, that little difference I'm a-talkin' about
S'what makes the world go round
That little difference I'm a-talkin' about
Makes a bulldog choke a hound

It makes the roosters crow and the cats all fight
And the bulls jump through the fence
Well there's just a little difference in a woman and a man
Thank God for that little difference

Well that little difference I'm a-talkin' about
S'what makes the world go round
That little difference I'm a-talkin' about
Makes a bulldog choke a hound

It makes the roosters crow and the cats all fight
And the bulls jump through the fence
Well there's just a little difference...

My Wife
Composer(s): John Entwistle
Performer(s): The Who
and various other artists



My life's in jeopardy
Murdered in cold blood is what I'm gonna be
I ain't been home since Friday night
And now my wife is coming after me
Give me police protection

Gonna buy a gun so
I can look after number one
Give me a bodyguard
A back belt Judo expert with a machine gun

Gonna buy a tank and an aeroplane
When she catches up with me
Won't be no time to explain
She thinks I've been with another woman
And that's enough to send her half insane

Gonna buy a fast car
Put on my lead boots
And take a long, long drive
I may end up spending all my money
But I'll still be alive

All I did was have a bit too much to drink
And I picked the wrong precinct
Got picked up by the law
And now I ain't got time to think

Gonna buy a tank and an aeroplane
When she catches up with me
Won't be no time to explain
She thinks I've been with another woman
And that's enough to send her half insane

Gonna buy a fast car
Put on my lead boots
And take a long, long drive
I may end up spending all my money
But I'll still be alive

And I'm oh so tired of running
Gonna lay down on the floor
I gotta rest some time so
I can get to run some more

She's comin'!
She's comin'!

Guaglione
Composer(s): Giuseppe Fanciulli - Nisa
First release by: Aurelio Fierro - 1956
Covered by multiple other artists
Versions In Other Languages:
1956 - Bambino (French Version) (by Dalida)
1957 - The Man Who Plays The Mandolino (by Dean Martin)
1959 - En Dreng I Neapel (by Lis Jannie & Ib Renards Orkester)
2006 - Bella Bella Signorina (by Patrizio Buanne)
2010 - Bambino (Arabic Version) (by Faudel)



Staje sempe ccá, 'mpuntato ccá
'mmiez'a 'sta via
nun mange cchiù nun duorme cchiù
che pecundría!
Gué piccerí che vène a dí
'sta gelusia?
Tu vuó suffrí
tu vuó murí
chi t''o ffá fá...
Curre 'mbraccio addu mammá
nun fá 'o scemo piccerí...
dille tutt''a veritá
ca mammá te pò capí...
E passe e spasse sott'a stu barcone
ma tu si' guaglione...
Tu nun canusce 'e ffemmene
si' ancora accussí giovane!
Tu si guaglione!...
Che t'hê miso 'ncapa?
va' a ghiucá 'o pallone...
Che vònno dí sti llacreme?...
Vatté, nun mme fá ridere!
Curre 'mbraccio addu mammá
nun fá 'o scemo piccerí...
Dille tutta 'a veritá
ca mammá te pò capí...!
Nun 'e ppittá, nun 'allisciá
chill'uocchie belle...
Nun 'a penzá, va' a pazziá
cu 'e guagliunciélle...
Nun t'avvelí
c'è tiempo oje ni
pe' te 'nguajá!
Chi desidere 'e vasá
scordatélla, piccerí
ca si 'o ddiceno a papá
chisá comme va a ferní...
E passe e spasse sott'a stu barcone
Staje sempe ccá, 'mpuntato ccá
'mmiez'a 'sta via...
Nun mange cchiù, nun duorme cchiù...
chi t''o ffá fá! ... 

That Little Boy Of Mine
Composer(s): Wayne King - Benny Maroff - Walter Hirsch
Performer(s): Bonnie Owens; Eddy Arnold; The Browns



A tiny turned up nose two cheek's just like a rose
So sweet from head to toe that little boy of mine
Two eyes that shine so bright two lips that kiss goodnight
Two arms that hold me tight that little boy of mine
No one will ever know just what his coming has meant
Because I love him so he's something heaven has sent
He's all the world to me he climbs upon my knee
To me he'll always be that little boy of mine
No one will ever know...

My Whole World Ended (The Moment You Left Me)
Composer(s): Johnny Bristol; Harvey Fuqua;
Jimmy Roach; Pam Sawyer
Originally performed by: David Ruffin
Covered by various other artists



Hmmm

Last week my life had meaning
It was beautiful and so sweet
But now it's nothing, nothing without you, baby
My whole world is incomplete

'Cause honey, I can't see you no more
That was all that was said, baby
But just might a well have
Placed a gun to my head, baby, baby
Oh, why did you do it

My whole world ended the moment you left me (Yeah, ye-yeah)
Oh, yes it did honey
My whole world ended the moment you left me
It tumbled down to the ground, (yeah) baby
Ooo

Did you ever mean those sweet things
Oh, that you used to say, did you mean 'em, baby
Of a house with a lovely, o-lovely garden
And a little baby someday

Oh tell me, baby
Where did I go wrong, honey
Whatever changed your mind, baby
I've asked myself these questions
Over a million times, baby, baby, oh baby

My whole world ended the moment you left me
Oh yes it did baby, baby
My whole world ended the moment you left me
It tumbled down to the ground
Baby, baby, baby
Ooo

Oh baby, now my body is num I feel, feel so senseless to the touch
My life is so wasted, so wasted, without you
I guess I loved you much too much
Oh baby, how can I face tomorrow... when yesterday is all I see
I just don't wanna face tomorrow, honey
You're not sharing it with me
Baby, baby, oh, tell me why

My whole world ended the moment you left me
Oh yes it did baby, baby
My whole world ended the moment you left me
It tumbled down to the ground, baby

Guadalajara
Composer(s): Pepe Guízar
Performer(s): Vicente Fernández;
and various other artists



Guadalajara, Guadalajara!
Guadalajara, Guadalajara!

Tienes el alma de provenciana
Hueles a limpio, a rosa temprano
A verde jara, fresca del río
Son mil palomas tu caserio
Guadalajara, Guadaljara
Sabes a pura tierra mojada

Ay! Colomitos lejanos
Ay! Ojitos de agua hermanos
Ay! Colomitos inolvidables
Inolvidables como las tardes
En que la lluvia desde la loma
No nos dejaba ir a Zapopan

That Just About Does It
Composer(s): Max Barnes - Vern Gosdin
Performer(s): Vern Gosdin



Every night you go to bed crying
There's nothing left to do when love is dying
So before the whole world knows how we're hurting
Don't you think it's time we pulled the curtains

So many times I talked you out of leaving
And so many times you've tried to fight the feeling
I guess we've tried and failed once too often
Now the suitcase down the hallway does the talking

That just about does it, don't it
That'll just about kill it, won't it
Maybe we should call a truce
We could but what's the use?
That just about does it, don't it

It's sad to think that words could come between us
And what I said, God knows, I didn't mean it
It's time we realized this time it's over
It's tearing us apart to stay together

And that just about does it, don't it,
That'll just about kill it, won't it
Maybe we should call a truce
We could but what's the use?
That just about does it, don't it 

Maybe we should call a truce
We could but what's the use?
That just about does it, don't it

My White Knight
Composer(s): Meredith Willson
Performer(s): Barbara Cook
and various other artists



Marian:
Being in love used to be my fav'rite dream
Oh, yes
I've been in love more than anybody else has
I guess
My first love heroic'ly ran the streetcar
I tingled at ev'ry clang clang
Next I fell for the principal
But, oh that teacher who sang "In the Gloamin'"
Knee-deep in love--what a lovely dream!
And yet, somehow
Me deep in love's only half of what I'm longing for now
I still love my being in love with someone
But tell me, why couldn't there be
Somebody being in love with me?
All I want is a plain man
All I want is a modest man
A quiet man, a gentle man
A straightforward and honest man
To sit with me in a cottage somewhere in the state of Iowa...
And I would like him to be more interested in me
Than he's in himself and more interested in us than in me...
And if occasionally he'd ponder
What makes Shakespeare and Beethoven great.
Him I could love 'til I die
Him I could love 'til I die!
Being in love--what a lovely dream!
And yet, somehow
Being in love's only half of what I'm longing for now
And so then
Tonight I'll be in there dreaming
And hoping that someday there'll be
Just once!
Somebody being in love with me...

Grown Up Wrong
Composer(s): Mick Jagger; Keith Richards
Performer(s): The Rolling Stones;
The Nightcrawlers; Patron Saints; The Real Kids



Well you've grown up all wrong
Well you've grown up all wrong
You come on too strong
Well you've grown up all wrong
Well you were easy to fool, when you were in school, but
You've grown up all wrong

Well you've grown up on me
Well you've grown up on me
Don't believe what I see
Well you've grown up on me
Well you look so sweet when you're in your jeans, but
You've grown up on me

Well you've grown up too fast
Well you've grown up too fast
Don't forget about the past
Girl, you've grown up too fast
Well you won't be a fool, but I'm through with you
Well you've grown up too fast
Well you've grown up too fast

That Is The End Of The News
Composer(s): Noel Coward
Performer(s): Joyce Grenfell



We are told very loudly and often
To lift up our hearts
We are told that good humour will soften
Fate's cruelest darts
So however bad our domestic troubles may be
We just shake with amusement and sing with glee

Heigho, Mum's had those pains again
Granny's in bed with her varicose veins again
Everyone's gay because dear cousin Florrie
Was run down on Saturday night by a lorry
We're so thrilled, Elsie's in trouble
That hernia she had has turned out to be double
When Albert fell down all
The steps of the Town Hall
He got three bad cuts and a bruise 

We're delighted
To be able to say
We're unable to pay
Off our debts
We're excited
Because Percy's got mange
And we've run up a bill at the vet's

Three cheers! Ernie's got boils again
Everything's covered in ointment and oils again
Now he's had seven
So God's in His heaven
And that is the end of the news

We are told that it's dismal and dreary
To air our despairs
We are told to be gallant and cheery
And banish our cares
So when fortune gives us a cup of hemlock to quaff
We just give a slight hiccup and laugh laugh laugh 

Heigho, everything's fearful
We do wish that Vi was a little more cheerful
The only result of her last operation
Has been gales of wind at the least provocation 
Now don't laugh, poor Mrs Mason
Was washing some smalls in the lavatory basin
When that old corroded
Gas-heater exploded
And blew her smack into the news 

We're in clover
Uncle George is in clink
For refusing to work for the war
Now it's over
Auntie Maud seems to think
He'll be far better placed than before

What fun -- dear little Sidney
Produced a spectacular stone in his kidney
He's had eleven
So God's in His heaven
And that is the end of the news 

Heigho, what a catastrophe
Grandfather's brain is beginning to atrophy
Last Sunday night after eating an apple
He made a rude noise in the Methodist chapel

Good egg! Dear little Doris
Has just been expelled for assaulting Miss Morris
Both of her sisters
Are covered in blisters
From standing about in the queues 

We've been done in
By that mortgage foreclosure
And Father went out on a blind
He got run in
For indecent exposure
And ever so heavily fined
Heigho hi-diddle-diddle

Aunt Isabel's shingles have met in the middle
She's buried in Devon
So God's in His heaven
And that is the end of the news

My Wheels Won't Turn
Composer(s): Randy Bachman
Performer(s): Bachman-Turner Overdrive



I met a man who bought up land
Wherever his feet would tread
He asked me to El Paso
Said I could stay on his spread
He has horses and cows and tractors and plows
And all kinds of money to burn
But how can I get to Texas
When my wheels won't turn

There was a lady from Spain
Who had a fine frame
Then she moved to Hollywood
She said come and stay for a week and a day
I said I did not think I could
She said the sunshine's fine
I could spend some time
There are lessons I could learn
But how can I get to L.A.
When my wheels won't turn
How can I get to L.A.
When my wheels won't turn

I'm standin' still
'Cause my wheels won't turn
I'm not in love
And my fuel won't burn for you

At a college of knowledge I tried to learn
All the tricks to beat the system
I'd hide nooks and memorize my books
'Till I knew I'd never never miss them
Eventually I got my degree
But the real thing I did learn
You just can't hit your home run
If your wheels won't turn

There was a man in white
Who did things rght
Now he watches from above
He said here's the way that I want you to pray
And the way to live and love
So I saw the light and did things right
But the candle would not burn
Tell me, how can I get to heaven
If my wheels won't turn
How can I get to heaven
If my wheels won't turn

Growl
Composer(s): Frederick Heath; Guy Robinson
Performer(s): Johnny Kidd & the Pirates;
and various other artists



If there's anybody who's feeling bad
Just come along with me and you'll feel glad
Just growl
Just growl
Well it's as simple as that, just like a cat
Growl

If you're not so bad and you're history
Well come along with me and you'll feel free
Just growl
Just growl
Well it's as simple as that, just like a cat
Growl

I tried barking like a doogie dog
Even screeching like a dying hog
I can't get going with a hooting owl
You know I'm only happy when you hear me growl

Well if there's anyone who's feeling bad
Just come along with me and you'll feel glad
Just growl
Just growl
Well it's as simple as that, just like a cat
Growl

When everyone's swinging and in the mood
And everybody around me's in the groove
Just growl
Just growl
Well it's as simple as that, just like a cat
Growl

If you're not so bad and you're history
Well come along with me and you'll feel free
Just growl
Just growl
Well it's as simple as that, just like a cat
Growl

I tried barking like a doogie dog
Even screeching like a dying hog
I can't get going with a hooting owl
You know I'm only happy when you hear me growl

If there's anybody who's feeling bad
Just come along with me and you'll feel glad
Just growl
Just growl
Well it's as simple as that, just like a cat
Grooooooooooooooowl

That Is Rock And Roll
Composer(s): Jerry Leiber - Mike Stoller
First release by: The Coasters - 1959
Covered by multiple other artists



In the beginning, there weren't nothin' but rocks
Then somebody invented the wheel
And things just started in to roll! 

Did you ever hear a tenor sax 
Swingin' like a rusty axe? 
Honkin' like a frog 
Down in a hollow log? 
Well, baby, that is rock and roll

Did you ever hear a guitar twang
Dingy, dingy, dingy, dang? 
Ever hear those strings 
Doin' crazy things? 
Well, baby, that is rock and roll 

That ain't no freight train that you hear 
Rollin' down the railroad tracks
That's a country boy piano man 
Playin' in between the cracks

You say that music's for the birds
And you can't understand the words? 
Well, honey, if you did
You'd really blow your lid
'Cause, baby, that is rock and roll 

That ain't no freight train that you hear 
Rollin' down the railroad tracks 
That's a country boy piano man 
Playin' in between the cracks

You say that music's for the birds
And you can't understand the words? 
Well, honey, if you did
You'd really blow your lid 
'Cause, baby, that is rock and roll (In the mornin') 
Baby, that is rock and roll (In the evenin') 
Baby, that is rock and roll

My Way Of Giving
French Title: Je N'Ai Jamais Rien Demandé
Composer(s): Ronnie Lane; Steve Marriott
Originally performed by: The Small Faces
Covered by various other artists



I've been told it's just a matter of time
before you meet someone who opens your eyes
But time's on my side so nevertheless
I know the pain of too much happiness

[Chorus:]
It's all part of my way of giving
and I'm giving it all to you
More than love it's a way of living
and what more would you have me do

Although I'm not a guy that means to hurt
and if at times it seems our love won't work
I tell you honey, you must surely realize
See all confusion in my cloudy eyes

[Chorus]

Although I'm not a guy that means to hurt
and if at times it seems our love won't work
I tell you honey you must surely realize
See all confusion in my cloudy eyes

[Chorus]

Growing Closer
Composer(s): Ian McLagan
Performer(s): Humble Pie



Here I am with dust in my pants
I don't know what to do
Been on the road for almost a week
I just wanna be with you
Makes no difference where I am
Feeling hard to breathe
If I thought you felt the same
Wouldn't be so bad for me
Thought I know all about it from the start
Took a short cut to nowhere
To make it feel alright
Got to cut this travelling out
I hate sayin' goodbye
We leave the day we arrive
Or I'll wanna know why
Growing closer, comin' in out of the dark
Here I am with dust in my pants
I don't know what to do
Been on the road for almost a week
I just wanna be with you

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!