Christmas In New Orleans
Composer(s): Dick Sherman - Joe Van Winkle
Performer(s): Louis Armstrong
and multiple other artists



Magnolia trees at night, sparkling bright
Fields of cotton look wintery white
When it's Christmastime in New Orleans

A barefoot choir in prayer fills the air
Mississippi folks gathering there
'Cause it's Christmastime in New Orleans

You'll see a dixieland Santa Claus
Leading the band to a good old Creole beat
Golly what a spirit, you can only hear it
Down on Basin Street

Your kids will disappear, when you hear
Hallelujah, St. Nicholas is here
When it's Christmastime in New Orleans

You'll see a dixieland Santa Claus
A-leading the band to a good, good old Creole beat
And golly what a spirit, and you can only hear it
A-down on Basin Street

Your kids will disappear, and when you hear
Hallelujah, old Santa is near
When it's Christmastime in New Orleans

Yes, when it's Christmastime
When it's Christmastime in New Orleans

Calla
Composer(s): Manuel Alejandro
Performer(s): Raphael



Calla, calla
No, no me digas nada
Y calla
Que sobran las palabras
Y calla
Que el silencio y tus besos
Me van a decir cuanto me amas

Calla, calla
No tienes porque hablarme
Calla
Ya basta con mirarme
Y calla
Que el silencio y tus besos
Me van a decir cuanto me amas

Las palabras sobran
Cuando existe otra forma de hablar
Sobra hasta la musica
La luz, el sol y el mar
Me sobra hasta la musica
La luz, el sol y el mar

Calla, calla
No, no pronuncies nada
Calla
Tu sigue como estabas
Y calla
Que el silencio y tus manos
Me van a decir cuanto me amas

Las palabras sobran
Cuando existe otra forma de hablar
Sobra hasta la musica
La luz, el sol y el mar
Me sobra hasta la musica
La luz, el sol y el mar

Calla, calla
No, no pronuncies nada
Y calla
Tu, tu sigue como estabas
Calla
Que el silencio y tus manos
Me van a decir cuanto me amas

Calla, calla, calla

Family Of Noise
Composer(s): Adam Ant
Performer(s): Adam & The Ants



a lot of people in this great big-world
say "love everybody"
a lot of people busy busy busy busy busy
being very modern

chorus:
but the family of noise is here
and it's come to save everybody
the family of noise is here
and it's come to save you and me

it goes:
the family of noise is here
and it's come to save everybody
the family of noise is here
and it's come to save you and me
a lot of people in the ancient world
they loved only quiet
and then along came the machine
and a new direction
the family of noise is here
and it's come to save everybody
the family of noise is here
and it's come to save you and me

it goes:
in the morning
last thing at night
in the darkness
standing in the light
a lot of people in this great big world
just searching for the "pure" sound
they're just looking to the machine
they don't listen to the noise
the family of noise is here
and it's come to save you and me
-in Croydon

The Anaheim, Azusa & Cucamonga Sewing Circle, Book Review & Timing Association
Composer(s): Don Altfeld - Jan Berry - Roger "Hot Dog Rog" Christian
Performer(s): Jan & Dean



They wear organdy dresses & high-button shoes
They read Playboy magazine & Hot-Rod News
There's Patience Proper & Prudence Prim
You oughta see 'em do the spin

They come from Anaheim, Azusa, & Cucamonga too
Sewing circle & book review
The little old ladies wait in wild anticipation
For the meetings of the double-A-C A-S-S-N
For the Anaheim, Azusa, & Cucamonga Sewing Circle, Book Review, & Timing Association

They toot around town in their big Grand Prixes
Sittin' in their bucket seats, shootin' the breeze
You know that all week long they put up jammin' preserves
But on the weekend they negotiate curves

They come from Anaheim, Azusa, & Cucamonga too
Sewing circle & book review
The little old ladies wait in wild anticipation
For the meetings of the double-A-C A-S-S-N
For the Anaheim, Azusa, & Cucamonga Sewing Circle, Book Review, & Timing Association

The meeting breaks up with a thunderous roar
Then there's a mad mad rush for the big old door
They run to their cars like the start at LeMond's
They make the spin donuts in their lawns

They come from Anaheim, Azusa, & Cucamonga too
Sewing circle & book review
The little old ladies wait in wild anticipation
For the meetings of the double-A-C A-S-S-N
For the Anaheim, Azusa, & Cucamonga Sewing Circle, Book Review, & Timing Association

(repeat):
Go grannies, go grannies, go grannies go...

Call The Doctor
Composer(s): J.J. Cale
Performer(s): J.J. Cale
and multiple other artists



Somebody call for the doctor, I think I’m sick
Ain’t had my medicine in over a week
My mind’s fine but my body feels weak
Call the doctor, I think I’m sick
A shady lady took all my bread
Ravished my body, lord, and messed with my head
I don’t know but I’ve had my fill
Call the doctor and tell him I’m ill
My money’s gone and I’ve got no place to go
I don’t believe I’ve ever felt so low
If you’ve got the time while you hang around
Call the doctor and tell him I’m down

Family Doctor
Composer(s): James Griffin; Robb Royer
Performer(s): Bread



Went to my family doctor
For a pain inside my head
Told him that since you left me
I was feelin' like just about dead
Doctor, what can you give me
And should I take one or two
Can you tell me just what it's gonna do
Will it save me from what I'm goin' through
Will it ease the pain
Will it ease the pain
Will it help to pacify my brain
He told me not to worry
He said to come back next week
He asked me for a picture
Of the girl who made me lose my sleep
Well, all week long I suffered
Didn't know what to do
But went back to him when the week was
Through
And he gave me an artificial you
And it eased the pain
Yes, it eased the pain
It completely satisfied my brain

The American In Me
Performer(s): Steve Forbert



I need me a destination 
I ain't the kinda cat's gon' just jump in his car an' drive
I'm usin' my transportation
so then when am I going to arrive? 

and I guess it's just 
the American in me
and I guess it's just 
the way I'm apt to be
and I guess it's just

they're stoppin' me out on the freeway
'n they ask of me what I do and where I'm bound
I used to get a lot more leeway
hey, well, now I get a lot more down

and I guess it's just 
the American in me
and I guess it's just 
the way I'm apt to be
and I guess it's just

the off ramp backed up miles today
and the carbon fumes
were drifting towards the sky
the sky began to cry
and the thunder booms

an' I'm back once again on the car lot
an' I ain't even paid for that thing I drove up in yet
well, I might make a trade an' I might not
but I know I'll remain in debt

Call On Me
Composer(s): Sam Andrew
Performer(s): Janis Joplin



Well, baby, when times are bad
Now call on me, darling, and I'll come to you
When you're in trouble and feel so sad
Well, call on me, darling, come on call on me, and I'll help you
Yeah! 

A man and a woman have each other, baby
To find their way in this world
I need you, darling, like the fish needs the sea
Don't take your sweet, your sweet love from me

Baby, when you're down and feel so blue
Well, no, you won't drown, darling, I'll be there too
You're not alone, I'm there too
Whatever your troubles, honey, I don't care

A man and a woman have each other, baby
To find their way in this world
I need you, darling, like the fish needs the sea
Don't take your sweet, sweet love from me! 

Please! So baby, when times are bad
Call on me, darling, just call on me

Family Affair
Composer(s): Sylvester "Sly Stone" Stewart
Performer(s): Steve Winwood



It's a family affair ....

One child grows up to be somebody that just loves to learn
And another child grows up to be someone who needs concern
Mother loves both of them, you see it's in the blood
Father loves both of them, blood's thicker than the mud

It's a family affair ....

Newly-wed a year ago, still checkin' each other out
Nobody wants to blow, nobody wants to be left out
You can't leave cos your heart is there
But you can't stay cos you been somewhere else
You can't cry cos you look broke down
But you cry anyway cos you're all broke down

It's a family affair ...

Na na na one family, na na na one love ...

Altar Boy And The Thief 
Composer(s): Joan Baez
Performer(s): Joan Baez



At night in the safety of shadows and numbers 
Seeking some turf on which nothing encumbers 
The buying and selling of casual looks 
Stuff that gets printed in x-rated books 
Your mother might have tried to understand 
When you were hardly your daddy's little man 
And you gave up saluting the chief 
To find yourself some relief 

Finely plucked eyebrows and skin of satin 
Smiling seductive and endlessly Latin 
Olympic body on dancing feet 
Perfume thickening the air like heat 
A transient star of gay bar fame 
You quit your job and changed your name 
And you're nearly beyond belief 
As you hunt down a little relief 

The seven foot black with the emerald ring 
Broke up a fight without saying a thing 
As the cops cruised by wanting one more chance 
To send Jimmy Baldwin back over to France 
And a trucker with kids and a wife 
Prefers to spend half of his life 
In early Bohemian motif 
Playing pool and getting relief 

My favorite couple was looking so fine 
Dancing in rhythm and laughing in rhyme 
In the light of the jukebox all yellow and blue 
Holding each other as young lovers do 
To me they will always remain 
Unshamed, untamed, and unblamed 
The altar boy and the thief 
Grabbing themselves some relief 

The altar boy and the thief 
Catching a little relief

Call Of The Wild
Composer(s): Tillman Franks
Performer(s): Frankie Laine



My mother was gypsy, my father a wayfarin' man
My home was the river, the mountains and warm desert sand
The roar of a train, or a mad raging sea is
The call of the wild and it's callin' to me
My restless heart keeps repeatin' I have to be free
There's memories to haunt me and torture my wild savage soul
The heat in my veins like the beating of drums makes me roar
You want me to stay but I know I must roam
For the call of the wild keeps a-callin' me on
Your kisses are sweet but I know that I have to be free
No woman can tame me or chain me or tie me for life
There's oft times a sweetheart but never, oh never a wife
Born to be happy but born to be free
I never look back for I know it must be
It's the call of the wild and I know that it's callin' to me
There are strange foreign lands that keep callin', yes callin' to me
To the wide open spaces I know that I'm destined to be
A slave to a voice much stronger than a hand
That can bring out the beast deep in my kind of man
It's the call of the wild and I'll have to obey, to obey
To obey it's command

Familie Kabeljau
Performer(s): Udo Lindenberg



Herr und Frau 
Kabeljau 
glotzen Video 
und TV
Ständig rappelt der Recorder
und die Pizza kommt per Fernsehorder
Kabelfernsehen
BTX
Computerspiele
tausend Tricks 
Pantoffel-Cockpit, Heimpiloten
das sind echte Videoten

Und das Hänschen spielt so gerne 
Krieg der Knöpfe, Krieg der Sterne
richtig süchtig, Atari-Junkie
voll verseuchtes kleines Kranki
Und man sieht ihn auch vor'm Testbild liegen 
und sich ohne Grund vor Lachen biegen
und überhaupt, wie toll, denkt er, dass man 
mit Computi besser spiel'n kann als mit Jan von nebenan

Familie Kabeljau 
glotzt die Non-Stop-Schau 
mit dem Vierkantauge im Gesicht 
und der Erleuchtung im dunklen Flimmerlicht
Familie Kabeljau 
sieht die Horrorschau 
mit dem Schlafwagenhirn und der Neandertalstirn
Ja, in den Kabeln hängt der hohle Kopf 
wie an einem Tropf

Und es sprach der Herr Minister 
Dr. h. c. Kabelknister 
von der schönen neuen Welt
Keine Arbeit, trotzdem Geld! 
Ja, der Mikrochip aus Taiwan macht die Arbeit dann
und wenn dann nix mehr zu tun is, fahr'n wir nach Tunis
Wo wir in der Sonne sitzen 
und ganz locker um die Ecke schwitzen

Familie Kabeljau 
glotzt die Non-Stop-Schau 
mit dem Vierkantauge im Gesicht 
und der Erleuchtung im dunklen Flimmerlicht
Familie Kabeljau 
sieht die Horrorschau 
mit dem Schlafwagenhirn und der Neandertalstirn
Die Hirne sind total verödet
Macht ja nix, wenn man verblödet

Christmas In My Heart (Letter From A Soldier)
Performer(s): Dave Foss



When I was nine years old, I woke up on Christmas mornin'
Dragged you out of bed, down the stairs and to the tree
I didn't know back then that your head had just hit your pillow
Stayin' up all night, wrappin' Christmas presents just for me

So I thank you, Mom, you're an inspiration
Your endless smile is my salvation
Because of you, I got Christmas right here in my heart

Seventeen years old, I woke up on Christmas mornin'
Only three short months since Mom, she passed away
Still you found the time, Dad, to make Christmas somethin' special
You kept our spirits high, I think about it to this day

So I thank you, Dad, you're an inspiration
Your endless strength is my salvation
Because of you, I got Christmas right here in my heart

Christmas in my heart, it may seem crazy here
In my barracks layin' so very far away
But I know my job is to serve my country
And I think about you all, each and ev'ry day

Now I'm twenty-nine, as I write this on Christmas mornin'
And I bless the day that we shared our wedding vows
When I close my eyes, it seems that you're right beside me
By the grace of God, I'll make it back to you somehow

So I thank you, Girl, you're an inspiration
Your endless love is my salvation
Because of you, I got Christmas right here in my heart

And because of you, I got Christmas right here in my heart

Call Me The Breeze
Composer(s): J.J. Cale
First release by: J.J. Cale - 1972
Covered by multiple other artists



They call me the breeze, I keep blowing down the road
They call me the breeze, I keep blowing down the road
I ain't got me nobody, I ain't carrying me no load
Ain't no change in the weather, ain't no change in me
Ain't no change in the weather, ain't no change in me
I ain't hidin' from nobody, ain't nobody hidin' from me
I got that green light, babe, I got to keep moving on
I got that green light, babe, I got to keep moving on
I might go out to California, might go down to Georgia, might stay home

Fame And Fortune
Composer(s): Mick Ralphs
Performer(s): Bad Company



Sittin' in the back of a limousine, feelin' just like a king
All the girls come runnin' to you, you're the latest thing
Sittin' up there at the top of the charts, lookin' like Mr. Cool
You take all the money, steal their hearts, they'll come runnin' to you

Your fame and your fortune, look what it brought you
All your fame and your fortune, you better take a look around
With your fame and your fortune, careful who you talk to
Or the fame and your fortune, watch it all tumble down, yeah, oh listen now

Now you're lookin' for inspiration, somethin' to say
When you find that it don't come easy, you find them running away
You had it all in the palm of your hand, and let it slip away
You made it big, ooh so big, and then you threw it all away

All your fame and your fortune, look what it brought you
Fame and your fortune, hey you better take another look
At your fame and your fortune, it set you up, then it caught you
Fame and your fortune, surely gonna let you down, hey tell me now

All your fame and your fortune, look what it brought you
Take your fame and your fortune, wait and take a look around
For your fame and your fortune, who do you talk to
'Bout your fame and your fortune, as it all comes tumbling down

Fame and your fortune, fame and your fortune, yes all come tumbling down
Fame and your fortune, fame and your fortune, all comes tumbling down...

The Alligator Pond Went Dry
Composer(s): Victoria Spivey
Performer(s): Victoria Spivey



Folks, I'm telling you something that I saw with my own eyes
As I passed the pond one day
The old alligator was teaching his babies to do the Georgia Grind
And I heard one of them say
"This is a social 
But the alligator pond's going dry 
Yes, it is a social
But the alligator pond's going dry!" 
Now, old Mister Alligator, he got way back 
He said, "Look out, children, I'm going to throw it off my back" 
Oh, it was a social
But the alligator pond went dry! 
Lord, it must have been a social 
For the alligator pond went dry
Oh, it must have been a social 
For the alligator pond to go dry! 
Now, old Mister Alligator, he got real hot 
He said, "We're gonna have this function whether there's water or not!" 
Oh, it was a social 
For the alligator pond went dry! 
Lord, if you don't believe what I'm saying, ask old Alligator Jack 
Wasn't a drop of water in the pond when he got back 
It was a social
But the alligator pond went dry! 

Call Me Mr. In-Between
Composer(s): Harlan Howard
Performer(s): Burl Ives; Harlan Howard



(Mr. In-Between, Mr. In-Between)
(Pickin's mighty lean, Mr. In-Between)

Well, I'm too old for girls and I'm too young for women
I've looked all around and my hopes are a-dimmin'
I feel like a fish not allowed any swimmin'
And it makes a fella mean
To feel he's a part of the Lost Generation
I feel like a choo-choo that can't find the station
I work like a dog with no recreation
They call me Mr. In-Between

(Mr. In-Between, Mr. In-Between)
(Makes a fella mean, Mr. In-Between)

Got a hotrod Chevy with a twin carburetor
And I know a gal that's a real sharp tomater
And she's got a Daddy with a Caddy that'll date 'er
You see what I mean
Those sweet little things just set me a-droolin'
I'm too big for sodas and I'm too old for schoolin'
Too young for lovin' but I'm too old for foolin'
They call me Mr. In-Between

(Mr. In-Between, Mr. In-Between)
(Tries to live so clean, Mr. In-Between)

I feel like a sailboat kept in a bottle
I feel like an engineer that can't find the throttle
I'm too small to walk but I'm too big to toddle
And, Lordy, I'm turnin' green
To see all the men makin' time with the ladies
The high school kids at the show with their babies
While I run around like a dog with the rabies
They call me Mr. In-Between

(Mr. In-Between, Mr. In-Between)
(Better leave the scene, Mr. In-Between)

Fame
Composer(s): Michael Gore; Dean Pitchford
Performer(s): Irene Cara



Baby, look at me 
and tell me what you see 
‘cause you ain’t seen the best of me yet 
Give me time, I’ll make you forget the rest 
‘Cause I’ve got more in me 
and you can set it free 
Yes, I can catch the moon in my hand 
Don’t you know who I am 
Remember my name 

Fame, ‘cause I’m gonna live forever 
I’m gonna learn how to fly high 
I feel it coming together, yeah 
People will see me and cry 
Fame, I’m gonna make it to heaven 
and light up the sky like a flame 
Fame, I’m gonna live forever 
Baby, remember my name 
Remember, remember, remember, remember 
Remember, remember, remember, remember 

Baby, hold me tight 
‘cause you can make it right 
Yes, you can shoot me straight to the top 
Give me love and take all I’ve got to give, yeah 
Baby, I’ll be tough 
‘cause too much is not enough, no 
I’ll grab your heart ‘til it breaks 
Oh, I’ve got what it takes 

Fame, ‘cause I’m gonna live forever 
and I’m gonna learn how to fly high 
I feel it coming together 
People will see me and cry 
Fame, I’m gonna make it to heaven 
and light up the sky like a flame 
Fame, I’m gonna live forever 
Baby, remember my name 
Remember, remember, remember, remember 
Remember, remember, remember, remember 

Fame, ‘cause I’m gonna live forever 
and I’m gonna learn how to fly high 
I feel it coming together, yeah 
People will see me and cry 
Fame, I’m gonna make it to heaven 
and light up the sky like a flame 
Fame, I’m gonna live forever 
Baby, remember my name 
Remember, remember, remember, remember 
Remember, remember, remember, remember 
I said remember my name 

Fame, ‘cause I’m gonna live forever, fame 
I’m gonna learn how to fly high 
I feel it coming together, yeah, fame 
People will see me and cry, fame 
Fame, I’m gonna make it to heaven, fame 
Light up the sky like a flame 
Fame, I’m gonna live forever, fame 
Baby, remember my name 
Remember, remember, remember, remember 
Fame

The All American Boy
Composer(s): Bill Parsons - Orville Lunsford - Bobby Bare
Performer(s): Bobby Bare; Bill Parsons



Gather 'round, cats, and I'll tell you a story 
About how to become an All American Boy
Buy you a gittar and put it in tune
You'll be rockin' and rollin' soon
Impressin' the girls, pickin' hot licks, and all that jazz

AAhhh bought me a gittar a year ago 
Learned how to play in a day or so
And all around town it was well understood
That I was knockin' 'em out like Johnny B. Goode
Hot licks, showin' off, ah number one.

Well, I 'd practice all day and up into the night
My papa's hair was turnin' white
'Cause he didn't like rock'n'roll
He said "You can stay, boy, but that's gotta go"
He's a square, he just didn't dig me at all

So I took my gittar, picks and all
And bid farewell to my poor ole pa
And I split for Memphis where they say all
Them swingin' cats are havin' a ball
Sessions, hot licks and all, they dig me

I was rockin' and boppin' and I's a gettin' the breaks
The girls all said that I had what it takes
When up stepped a man with a big cigar 
He said "come here, cat--I'm gonnna make you a star"
"I'll put you on Bandstand, buy ya a Cadillac, sign here, kid"

I signed my name and became a star 
Havin' a ball with my gittar
Driving a big long Cadillac and fightin' the girls off ma back
They just kept a'comin', screamin', yeah-they like it

So I'd pick my gittar with a great big grin
And the money just kept on pourin' in
But then one day my Uncle Sam

He said (tap...tap...tap) "Here I am"
"Uncle Sam needs you, boy 
I'm-a gonna cut your hair
Ah-Take this rifle, kid
Gimme that gittar"
Yeah

Call Me Lightning
Composer(s): Pete Townshend
First release by: The Who - 1968
Covered by multiple other artists



See that girl who's smiling so brightly
Well I reckon she's cool and I reckon rightly
She's good looking and I ain't frightened
I'm gonna show you why they call me lightning

Hey little girl who's dancing so lightly
My XKE is shining so brightly
The noose around us is slowly tightening
I'm gonna show you why they call me lightning

Hey little girl who's dancing so lightly
My XKE is shining so brightly
The noose around us is slowly tightening
I'm gonna show you why they call me lightning

You can't catch me, I'm as fast as can be
Call me lightning, I'm as fast as can be
No you can't catch me, no you can't catch me