That Look In Your Eyes
Performer(s): Ali Campbell



Show me a girl peace and harmony in her heart
When things go wrong there will be no falling apart
One who understands, that things aren't always gonna go right and
I'll show you a man who can show you the light

Show me a boy when the burden's on his shoulder
As time goes on seems to only make him bolder
Then I met you 
Something that I can't explain
This feeling that I get is like I'm going insane

It's that look in your eyes, that say you love me
And all the silly things that you do
Those feelings that I get from the stars above me
Tells me you're for me And I'm the one for you

Hey, I thank you baby
I thank you baby I thank you

Show me a girl that can make me feel better
With a kiss sealed inside a perfumed letter
One who understands, when the tour is six months long
And waiting with open arms, 'cos it's been too long

Show me a boy whose loving that I'm missing
Who can be there when I need someone to listen
One who keeps in mind that I should never be alone
Because I'll be there even if it's by telephone

It's that look in your eyes, that say you love me
And all the silly things that you do
Those feelings that I get when ever you're near me
Tells me you're for me And I'm the one for you

Yeah, I thank you baby I thank you baby
Yeah, I thank you baby

My Wild Irish Rose
Composer(s): Chauncey Olcott
Performer(s): John McCormack



If you'll listen, I'll sing you a sweet little song
Of a flower that's now drooped and dead
Yet dearer to me, yes, than all of its mates
Tho' each holds aloft its proud head
'Twas given to me by a girl that I know
Since we've met, faith, I've known no repose
She is dearer by far than the world's brightest star
And I call her my wild Irish Rose
My wild Irish Rose
The sweetest flow'r that grows
You may search ev'rywhere
But none can compare
With my wild Irish Rose
My wild Irish Rose
The dearest flow'r that grows
And some day for my sake
She may let me take
The bloom from my wild Irish Rose

They may sing of their roses which, by other names
Would smell just as sweetly, they say
But I know that my Rose would never consent
To have that sweet name taken away
Her glances are shy when e'er I pass by
The bower, where my true love grows
And my one wish has been that some day I may win
The heart of my wild Irish Rose
My wild Irish Rose
The sweetest flow'r that grows
You may search ev'rywhere
But none can compare
With my wild Irish Rose
My wild Irish Rose
The dearest flow'r that grows
And some day for my sake
She may let me take
The bloom from my wild Irish Rose

Guantanamera
Composer(s): Hector Angulo;
José Marti; J.M. Rivat; Pete Seeger
Performer(s): Joe Dassin; Nana Mouskouri



Guantanamera, ma ville Guantanamera
Guantanamera, ma ville Guantanamera

C'était un homme en déroute
C'était un frère, sans doute
Il n'avait ni lien ni place
Et sur les routes de l'exil
Sur les sentiers, sur les places
Il me parlait de sa ville

Guantanamera, ma ville Guantanamera
Guantanamera, ma ville Guantanamera

Là-bas, sa maison de misère
Etait plus blanche que le coton
Les rues de sable et de terre
Sentaient le rhum et le melon
Sous leurs jupons de dentelle
Dieu que les femmes étaient belles

Guantanamera, ma ville Guantanamera
Guantanamera, ma ville Guantanamera

Il me reste toute la terre
Mais je n'en demandais pas tant
Quand j'ai passé la frontière
Il n' y avait plus rien devant
J'allais d'escale en escale
Loin de ma terre natale 

Guantanamera, ma ville Guantanamera
Guantanamera, ma ville Guantanamera

Guantanamera, Guantanamera

That Lonesome Road
Composer(s): James Taylor - Don Grolnick
Performer(s): James Taylor
and multiple other artists



Walk down that lonesome road all by yourself
Don't turn your head back over your shoulder
And only stop to rest yourself when the silver moon
Is shining high above the trees

If I had stopped to listen once or twice
If I had closed my mouth and opened my eyes
If I had cooled my head and warmed my heart
I'd not be on this road tonight

Carry on

Never mind feeling sorry for yourself
It doesn't save you from your troubled mind

Walk down that lonesome road all by yourself
Don't turn your head back over your shoulder
And only stop to rest yourself when the silver moon
Is shining high above the trees

My Wife Is On A Diet
Composer(s): Charles Tobias; George J. Bennett
Performer(s): Leslie Sarony;
Eddie Cantor; Hoosier Hot Shots



What’s the greatest problem now throughout the land
What’s the only problem needs a helping hand
It isn’t Philip Snowden, or tax relief I find
It’s something more important now on everybody’s mind
Just walk into any home today
It’s ten to one you’ll hear each husband say

My wife is on a diet, and since she’s on a diet
Home isn’t home any more
No gravy and potatoes, just lettuce and tomatoes
Where are the pies I adore
Oh, oh, oh, oh, what a disgrace
I’m ashamed to look a grapefruit straight in the face
My wife is on a diet, and since she’s on a diet
I’m losing a pound every day

Monday, grapefruit, breakfast and for dinner
And at night some orange juice
Tuesday, grapefruit, boys I growing thinner
All my clothes are getting loose
Wednesday, Thursday, I feel satisfied
Then I change to coffee, with grapefruit on the side
Friday till Sunday is more than I can stand
Before the eighteenth day I’ll have a lily in my hand

My wife is on a diet, and since she’s on a diet
Home isn’t home any more
No gravy and potatoes, just lettuce and tomatoes
Where are the pies I adore
Crabs and shrimps I must leave alone
I’m the only lobster she’ll allow in my home
My wife is on a diet, and since she’s on a diet
She’s gaining a pound every day

Oh, oh, oh, she’s driving me wild
One look at her onions and I cry like a child

Guantanamera
Composer(s): Joseito Fernandez;
José Marti; Pete Seeger; Julian Orbon
Performer(s): Pete Seeger; Arlo Guthrie
and various other artists



Yo soy un hombre sincero
De donde crecen las palmas
Yo soy un hombre sincero
De donde crecen las palmas
Y antes de morirme quiero
Echar mis versos del alma

Chorus:
Guantanamera
Guajira Guantanamera
Guantanamera
Guajira Guantanamera

Mi verso es de un verde claro
Y de un carmin encendido
Mi verso es de un verde claro
Y de un carmin encendido
Mi verso es un ciervo herido
Que busca en el monte amparo

Chorus

I am a truthful man from this land of palm trees
Before dying I want to share these poems of my soul
My verses are light green
But they are also flaming red

I cultivate a rose in June and in January
For the sincere friend who gives me his hand
And for the cruel one who would tear out this
heart with which I live
I do not cultivate thistles nor nettles
I cultivate a white rose

Cultivo la rosa blanca
En junio como en enero
Qultivo la rosa blanca
En junio como en enero
Para el amigo sincero
Que me da su mano franca

Chorus

Y para el cruel que me arranca
El corazon con que vivo
Y para el cruel que me arranca
El corazon con que vivo
Cardo ni ortiga cultivo
Cultivo la rosa blanca

Chorus

Con los pobres de la tierra
Quiero yo mi suerte echar
Con los pobres de la tierra
Quiero yo mi suerte echar
El arroyo de la sierra
Me complace mas que el mar

Chorus

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]