The Bells At My Wedding
Performer(s): Paul Anka



Oh oh the bells
Oh oh the bells
Oh oh the bells
Oh oh the bells

The bells at my wedding will ring with joy
Sending their love to each girl and boy

Oh oh the bells, they will ring for me
Oh oh the bells, they'll ring a sweet song
Just for my bride
Showing my love and the ties that bind
Oh oh the bells, they will ring for me

The church steeple will gather no dust
Or let our hearts grow cold
Oh the church steeple, it will gather no dust
Even when lovers are old

I wanna get married

The bells at my wedding will be heard in the skies
Even the angels will open their eyes
Oh oh the bells, they will ring for me

The bells at my wedding will be heard in the skies
Even the angels will open their eyes
Oh oh the bells, they will ring for me

Oh oh the bells
I know, I know, I wanna hear that ringing
Oh oh the bells
I know, I know, I'd like to hear them ringing
Oh oh the bells...

Can You Stop The Rain
Composer(s): Walter Afanasieff - John Bettis
Performer(s): Peabo Bryson
and multiple other artists



Ooh...ooh...ooh...
Girl

Here's another morning without you
Here's another day, will I get through
Without breaking down
Haven't seen the sun since you've been gone
Like my heart I lost it when you left me
And it can't be found

How can I go on
Baby, I've been living on memories
Of you and me
All the love we made
All those tender nights
And those endless days, they're all here inside

Baby, can you stop the rain from falling
Won't you chase my clouds away
I'd give anything to see the sun again
Only you can stop these tears from falling
I can't face another day
Baby, can you stop
Can you stop the rain, oh, oh

Everywhere I go I hear you there
Following my footsteps like a shadow
Of my broken heart
Sometimes it's a pair of passing eyes
Or it's just the way someone is talking
And there you are

Am I all alone
Don't ever wake up and reach for me
Where I used to be (Used to be)
Is there any chance
I just can't believe you're not lonely too
Just for me and you

Baby, can you stop the rain from falling
Won't you chase my clouds away
I'd give anything to see the sun again
Only you can stop these tears from falling
I can't face another day
Baby, can you stop
Can you stop the rain, oh, oh

If you are here for only one night
Baby, I know you remember
`Cause loving you once wasn't time enough
I know we can make it together, together

Baby, stop the rain
Won't you chase the clouds away
I'd give anything to see the sun again
Only you can stop these tears of mine from falling
I can't face another day
Baby, can you stop
Can you, can you stop the rain

Can you stop the rain, yeah
Oh...oh...oh...
How can I live without you, baby
I've gotta let you go, yeah
Chase my clouds away

Fauché
English & Italian Titles: Busted; Sono Un Fallito
Composer(s): Claude Moine; Eddy Mitchell; Harlan Howard
Performer(s): Eddy Mitchell



Mon cœur est triste
Ma vie est vide
Je suis fauché
Tous mes tourments
Proviennent de l'argent
Je suis fauché
J'ai peur de rencontrer plusieurs de mes amis
Aussi je dors le jour ne sortant que la nuit
De peur qu'ils apprennent
Que je suis fini
Je suis fauché

Je vais voir mon frère
Voir ce qu'il peut faire
Pour m'aider
Mais je souris
Car lui aussi
Il est fauché
Oh rien ne va plus
Au jeu j'ai tout perdu
Mais malheureux au jeu
Non pas d'amour heureux
Je voudrais pleurer
Je voudrais crier
Je suis fauché

J'aimerai te voir
Toi mon seul espoir
Pour oublier
Mais je t’envie
Car tu as compris
Je suis fauché
Oh tout est terminé
Le présent, le passé
C'est bien décidé
On m'a laissé tomber
Je prends à témoin
Le ciel si lointain
Pour oublier
Je suis fauché
À sec
Oh fauché
Rien

The Bells
Composer(s):  Rose Marks - Billy Ward
First recording/First release by: The Dominoes - 1952



There are four black horses
With eyes of flaming red
Their rovers are tied with ribbing
All around my baby's head 

The bells are ringing 
And their sail is going to sea 

Yes I know why they're ringing
They ring on for me
Oh yea 

I wish I could see my baby
This can't happen to me
No,...

Baby please forgive me
I know I've caused you pain
I'll place your tears with diamonds
Just to see your face again 

(Repeat) 

Ashes into ashes
Dust to dust
Ashes into ashes

Can You See Me
Composer(s): Jimi Hendricks
First release by: The Jimi Hendrix Experience - 1967
Covered by multiple other artists



Can you see me? 
Begging you on my knees
Wo yeah
Can you see me baby
Baby please don’t leave
Yeah if you can see me doing that
You can see in the future of a thousand years

Can you hear me?
Cryin’ all over town
Yeah babe
Can you hear me baby?
Crying cause you put me down
What’s with ya
If you can hear me doing that
You can hear a frait train coming grom a thousand miles

Ah yeah
Can you hear me?
Singing this song to you
Ah you better hold up your ears
Can you see me baby?
Singing theis song to you
Ah shucks
If you can hear me sing
You better come home like you supposed to do

Can you see me?
Hey hey
I don’t believe you can see me
Wo yeah
Can you hear me baby?
I don’t believe you can
You can’t see me

Fatty Patty
Composer(s): Lee Pickett
Performer(s): Lee Pickett & The Screamers



Thirty-six! Thirty-six! Thirty-six! Wow!

Oh, Fatty Patty, well, I love you
Oh, baby, you know that it's true
Fatty Patty, you're the one
My little-bitty little sugar bun!

Round and firm and fully packed
Five-foot-two and you're really stacked!
Fatty Patty, like to see you bop
You are the biggest gal at the hop!

Oh, Fatty Patty, you're my dream come true
There's nothing in this world I wouldn't do for you
Oh, Fatty Patty, you're the one
My little-bitty little sugar bun!

Round and firm and fully packed
Five-foot-two and you're really stacked!
Fatty Patty, like to see you bop
You are the biggest gal at the hop!

Oh, Fatty Patty, I love you
Oh, baby whale, you know that it's true
Oh, Fatty Patty, you're the one
My little-bitty little sugar bun!

The Beer That I Left On The Bar
Performer(s): Elliot Lawrence & his Orch.



Here's to the beer that I left on the bar
While they were dimming the lights
Here's to the beer and the friends I hold dear
And the songs of good cheer that we sang every night
Here's to the girls that we used to romance
Bless them wherever they are
Here's to the love that I keep dreaming of
In my heart she still shines like a star
And here's to my dreams though some how it seems
They never will get very far
And here is to me, yes I always will be 
Like The Beer That I Left On The Bar

And here's to the grads the same bonny lads
Who gather each year from afar 
And here is to you, here's to you, you and you 
And The Beer That We Left On The Bar

Can You Read My Mind
Composer(s): John Williams - Leslie Bricusse
Performer(s): Margot Kidder
and multiple other artists



Can you read my mind
Do you know what it is you do to me
Don't know who you are
Just a friend from another star

Here I am like a kid at a school
Holding hands with a god, I'm a fool
Will you look at me quivering
Like a little girl shivering
You can see right through me

Can you read my mind
Can you picture the things I'm thinking of
Wondering why you are
All the wonderful things you are

You can fly, you belong to the sky
You and I could belong to each other

If you need a friend,
I'm the one to fly to
If you need to be loved
Here I am, read my mind

Will you look at me quivering
Like a little girl shivering
You can see right through me

If you need a friend
I'm the one to fly to
If you need to be loved
Here I am, read my mind

Read my mind

Lost My Driving Wheel
Composer(s): David Wiffen
First release by: Tom Rush - 1970
Covered by multiple other artists



I just came up on a midnight special, how about that
My car broke down in Texas, stopped dead in her tracks
I just called to tell you that I want you
I want to tell you how I feel

I feel like some old engine
Lost my drivin' wheel

I feel like some old engine
Lost my drivin' wheel

I took my money on a night train north, what a terrible flight
But I made my promise to be there with you on Saturday night
I just called to tell you that I need you
I need to tell you how I feel

I feel like some old engine
Lost my drivin' wheel

You can't say much in a phone call baby, ah you know how it is
But there's one short little thing I've got to say girl, please listen to this
I called to tell you that I love you
I'd love to tell you how I feel

I feel like some old engine
Lost my drivin' wheel

Fatima Brown
Composer(s): Joe McCarthy; Jimmie V. Monaco



In our town lived a girlie named Fatima Brown
She used to dance night and day, light and gay
Oh she certainly was slick, she had the kick
But one day came a sporty actor 'round our way
Hee promised he would marry her
Then he carried her off, the horrid thing 
Now this same Fatima Brown is the rage of New York town
But

Years ago, when Fatima started with her show
She used to dance very mild, she was wild
When she found she didn't go, she was a crow
Bye and bye funny little movements she would try
She found the men admired her and inspired her so, the rest you know
Now she almost shakes the earth, and you get your money's worth
But

Oh, how she changed, she used to dance the butterfly
Gracefully she'd kick so high
Now she dances the seven veils, but six veils must be shy
O o-o! If the home folks knew, why they'll all come sneakin'
Even bring the deacon down to town
She flitters here, she flitters there, flitters almost everywhere
And you have to hold tight to your chair, when you see Fatima Brown

The Bee Song
Composer(s): Kenneth Blain
Performer(s): Arthur Askey



Oh what a glorious thing to be
A healthy grown up busy busy bee
Whiling away
The passing hours
Pinching all the pollen
From the cauliflow'rs
I'd like to be a busy little bee
Being just as busy as a bee can be
Flying round the garden
Brightest ever seen
Taking back the honey
To the dear old queen

Bz bz bz bz, honey bee, honey bee
Bz if you like but don't sting me
Bz bz bz bz, honey bee, honey bee
Bz if you like but don't sting me

Oh what a glorious thing to be
A healthy grown up busy busy bee
Toying with the tulips
Tasting ev'ry type
Building up the honeycomb
That looks like tripe.
I'd like to be a busy little bee
Being just as busy as a bee can be
Flying all around
In the wild hedgerows
Stinging all the cows
Upon the parson's nose

Bz bz bz bz, honey bee, honey bee
Bz if you like but don't sting me
Bz bz bz bz, honey bee, honey bee
Bz if you like but don't sting me

Oh what a glorious thing to be
A healthy grown up busy busy bee
Visiting the picnics
Quite a little tease
Raising little lumps
Upon the maidens' knees
I'd like to be a busy little bee
Being just as busy as a bee can be
Flirting with the butterfly
Strong upon the wing
Whoopee! O death
Where is thy sting?

Bz bz bz bz, honey bee, honey bee
Bz if you like but don't sting me
Bz bz bz bz, honey bee, honey bee
Bz if you like but don't sting me

Oh what a glorious thing to be
A healthy grown up busy busy bee
To be a good bee
One must contrive
For bees in a beehive
Must behive
But maybe I wouldn't be a bee
Bees are all right when alive, you see
But when bees die
You really should see 'em
Pinned on a card
In a dirty museum

Bz bz bz bz, honey bee, honey bee
Bz if you like but don't sting me
Bz bz bz bz, honey bee, honey bee
Bz if you like but don't sting me

Can You Hear What I'm Saying
Composer(s): Jean-Michel Byron - David Paich - Mike Porcaro
Performer(s): Toto



The world is precious, a gift to you and me 
I suggest we treat her right, with love and dignity 

Everybody's looking for some peace of mind 
If you seek the truth then you will surely find 
Everybody wants to have global peace 
Whilst the press of a button can shake the world to its knees 

Can you hear what I'm saying, can you hear what I'm saying 

Those who say might is right, I beg to disagree 
I say we all unite and redirect our destiny 

Everybody's looking for a quick solution 
Our longs are choking from breating in air polution 
I say put down your guns and stop the revolution 
And say this time we make a restitution 

Can you hear what I'm saying, can you hear what I'm saying  

Can you hear what I'm saying, can you hear what I'm saying 
Can you hear what I'm saying, can you hear what I'm saying 

Can you hear me now, I am calling right out for you 
(Can you hear me calling out to you, can you hear me calling out to you) 

There's so much starvation, so much say untruth 
So much prejudice, there's so much liquidation - oh how long, how long 

Can you hear what I'm saying 

Africa, America, Eurasia, Latin Africa

Father's Whiskers




I have a dear old daddy
For whom I nightly pray
He has a set of whiskers
That are always in the way

Oh, they're always in the way
The cows eat them for hay
They hide the dirt on Daddy's shirt
They're always in the way

Father had a strong back
Now it's all caved in
He stepped upon his whiskers
And walked up to his chin

Oh, they're always in the way
The cows eat them for hay
They hide the dirt on Daddy's shirt
They're always in the way

Father has a daughter
Her name is Ella Mae
She climbs up father's whiskers
And braids them all the way

Oh, they're always in the way
The cows eat them for hay
They hide the dirt on Daddy's shirt
They're always in the way

I have a dear old mother
She likes the whiskers, too
She uses them for dusting
And cleaning out the flue

Oh, they're always in the way
The cows eat them for hay
They hide the dirt on Daddy's shirt
They're always in the way

The Bed's Too Big Without You
((Spanish Version: La Cama Es Muy Grande Sin Ti (Plastilina Mosh) - 1998))
Composer(s): Sting
First release by: The Police - 1979
Covered by multiple other artists



Bed's too big without you
Cold wind blows right through my open door
I can't sleep with your memory
Dreaming dreams of what used to be
When she left I was cold inside
That look on my face was just pride
No regrets, no love, no tears
Living on my own was the least of my fears

Bed's too big without you
The bed's too big without you
The bed's too big without you

Since that day when you'd gone
Just had to carry on
I get through the day, but late at night
Made love to my pillow, but it didn't feel right

Every day just the same
Old rules for the same old game
All I gained was heartache
All I made was one mistake
Now the bed's too big without you
The bed's too big without you
The bed's too big without you

Can You Hear The Music
Composer(s): Mick Jagger - Keith Richards
Performer(s): The Rolling Stones



Can you hear the music, can you hear the music? 
Can you feel the magic hangin' in the air? 
Can you feel the magic? Oh, yeah 

Love is a mystery I can't demystify, oh, no 
Sometimes I wonder why we're here 
But I don't care, I don't care 

Can you hear the music, can you hear the music? 
Can you feel the magic dancin' in the air? 
Can you feel the magic? Oh, yeah 

Love is a mystery I can't demystify, oh, no 
Sometimes I I'm dancin' on air 
But I get scared, I get scared 

When I hear the drummer, get me in the groove 
When I hear the guitar, makes me wanna move 
Can you feel the magic, floatin' in the air? 
Can you feel the magic? Oh, yeah 

Sometimes you're feelin' you've been pushed around 
And your rainbow just ain't here 
Don't you fear, don't you fear 

When you hear the music trouble disappear 
When you hear the music ringin' in your ears 
Can you feel the magic floatin' in the air? 
Can you hear the magic? Oh, yeah, yeah 

When you hear the music ringin' in my ear 
Can you hear the music? Oh, yeah 
Can you hear the drummer? Gets you in the groove 
Can you hear the guitar? Make you wanna move? Yeah 

Can you hear the music? Oh, yeah 
Can you hear the music ringin' in my ear? 
Can you hear the music, can you hear the music?

Father To Son
Composer(s): Brian May
Performer(s): Queen



A word in your ear
From father to son
Hear the word that I say
I fought with you
Fought on your side
Long before you were born
Joyful the sound
The word goes around
From father to son to son

And the voice is so clear
Time after time it keeps
Calling you, calling you on
Don't destroy what you see
Your country to be
Just keep building on the ground
That's been won
Kings will be crowned
The word goes around
From father to son to son

Won't you hear us sing
Our family song
Ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba
Now we hand it on
But I've heard it all before
Take this letter that I give you
Take it, sonny, hold it high
You won't understand a word that's in it
But you'll write it all again before you die

A word in your ear
From father to son
Funny you don't hear
A single word that I say
But my letter to you
Will stay by your side
Thru' the years
Till the loneliness is gone

Sing if you will
But the air you breathe
I live to give you
Father to son, father to son
Father to son, father to son
Joyful the sound
Word goes around
Father to son to son
Kings will be crowned
Earth goes around
Father to son to son

Joyful the sound
Word goes around
Father to son to son
Kings will be crowned
Earth goes around
Father to son to son

The Beautiful Day
Composer(s): Leslie Bricusse
Performer(s): Tiny Tim



On the beautiful day that I dream about
In a place I would like to be
Is a beautiful place where the sun comes out
And it shines in the sky for me
On this beautiful winter's morning
If my wish could come true somehow
Then the beautiful day that I dream about
Would be here and now
On this beautiful winter's morning
If my wish could come true somehow
Then the beautiful day that I dream about
Would be here and now

Can You Follow?
Composer(s): Pete Brown - Jack Bruce
Performer(s): Jack Bruce; Larry Coryell



Hey can you follow
Now that the trace is fainter
In the sand
Try turning your face to the wall

Can you still read me
Now that the chase is wilder

In your hand
Try losing your place in the sun

All the praises of the dream
Tuned to tongles in the trees
All yesterday's fine chariots
Turned to buses in the street

Can you still hear me
Now that the songs are moving
Into night
Try sleeping with the dancers in your room 

Father O'Blivion
Composer(s): Frank Zappa
Performer(s): Frank Zappa;
Bohuslan Big Band; Dweezil Zappa



(Get up on your feet and do the Funky Alfonzo)

Father Vyvian O'Blivion
Resplendent in his frock
Was whipping up the batter
For the pancakes of his flock
He was looking rather bleary
He forgot to watch the clock

But the night before
Behind the door
A leprechaun had stroked it

But the night before
Behind the door
A leprechaun had slowly storked it
He slowly stroked it

But the night before
Behind the door
A leprechaun had stroked his spot
He stroked his spot

It set him off in such a frenzy
He sang "Lock Around the Crock!"

And he topped it off with a ...
And he topped it off with a ...
And he topped it off with a ...

oo ooo ooo
oo ooo ooo
oo ooo ooo

As he stumbled on his ...
He was delighted as it stiffened
And ripped right through his sock

"Oh St. Alfonzo would be proud of me"
He shouted down the block

Domine vobiscum
Et cum spiritu tuo
Don't you eat my sleazy pancakes
Just for Saintly Alphonzo

They're so light and fluffy white
We'll raise a fortune by tonight
They're so light and fluffy white
We'll raise a fortune by tonight
They're so light and fluffy brown
They're the finest in the town
They're so light and fluffy brown
They're the finest in the town

Good morning your highness
oo oo ooo
Good gosh, you're sumptuous
oo oo ooo

Good morning your highness
oo oo ooo
Good gosh, you're sumptuous
oo oo ooo

The Beat Goes On
Composer(s): Sonny Bono
First release by: Sonny & Cher - 1967
Covered by multiple other artists

Versions In Other Languages:
1967 - Il Beat... Cos'è? (La Ragazza 77)
1970 - Den Snurrar Runt (Sylvia Vrethammar)



The beat goes on, the beat goes on 
Drums keep pounding rhythm to the brain 
La da, da, da di, la da, da, da, da 
Mm, Charlton was once the rage, uh-huh 
History has turned a page, uh-huh 
The miniskirt's the current thing, uh-huh 
Teenybopper is our new-born king 

The grocery store does super mart, uh-huh 
Little girls still break their hearts, uh-huh 
And men still keep on marching off to war 
Let the Green Bay keep their baseball score 
And the beat goes on, the beat goes on 

Grandma's sitting-chair's a reminisce 
Boys keep chasing girls to get a kiss 
The cars keep a-going faster all the time 
Bums still cry, hey buddy, have you got a dime 
And the beat goes on, the beat goes on
And the beat goes on, the beat goes on

Drums keep pounding rhythm to the brain 
La da, da, da, di, la, da, da, da, da 

And the beat goes on, and the beat goes on 
And the beat goes on, and the beat goes on