The Crystal Gazer
Composer(s): Frank Petch
Performer(s): Reggie Goff



There's a crystal gazer down at the fair
She's a lady with a rose in her hair
If you're feeling romantic
She'll be your guide

She can look into the crystal and see
What your fortune and your future will be
And they tell me the crystal
Has never lied

It seems that this weaver of dreams
Deals in romance all the day through
But her life's not the romance it seems
(Her own dreams never come true)

She can soon arrange a stranger's affairs
But she tries to hide the worries and cares
Of the one broken romance
She'll never mend
(She'll never mend)

(It seems that this weaver of dreams
Deals in romance all the day through)
But her life's not the romance it seems
(Her own dreams never come true)

She can soon arrange a stranger's affairs
But she tries to hide the worries and cares
Of the one broken romance
She'll never mend
(Of the broken romance)
(All)
She'll never mend

Career Opportunities
Composer(s): Topper Headon - Mick Jones - Paul Simonon - Joe Strummer
First release by: The Clash - 1977
Covered by multiple other artists



They offered me the office, offered me the shop
They said I'd better take anything they'd got
Do you wanna make tea at the BBC?
Do you wanna be, do you really wanna be a cop?

Career opportunities are the ones that never knock
Every job they offer you is to keep you out the dock
Career opportunity, the ones that never knock

I hate the army an' I hate the R.A.F.
I don't wanna go fighting in the tropical heat
I hate the civil service rules
And I won't open letter bombs for you

Bus driver....ambulance man....ticket inspector
They're gonna have to introduce conscription
They're gonna have to take away my prescription
If they wanna get me making toys
If they wanna get me, well, I got no choice

Careers
Careers
Careers

Ain't never gonna knock

First Of May
Composer(s): Barry Gibb; Maurice Gibb; Robin Gibb
Performer(s): The Bee Gees;
and various other artists



When I was small, and Christmas trees were tall
we used to love while others used to play
Don't ask me why, but time has passed us by
someone else moved in from far away

Now we are tall, and Christmas trees are small
and you don't ask the time of day
But you and I, our love will never die
but guess we'll cry come first of May

The apple tree that grew for you and me
I watched the apples falling one by one
And I recall the moment of them all
the day I kissed your cheek and you were gone

Now we are tall, and Christmas trees are small
and you don't ask the time of day
But you and I, our love will never die
but guess we'll cry come first of May

When I was small, and Christmas trees were tall
do do do do do do do do do...
Don't ask me why, but time has passed us by
someone else moved in from far away

The Crying Game
Composer(s): Geoff Stephens
First release by: Dave Berry - 1964
Covered by multiple other artists



I know all there is to know about the crying game
I've had my share of the crying game

First there are kisses, then there are sighs
And then before you know where you are
You're sayin' goodbye

One day soon I'm gonna tell the moon about the crying game 
And if he knows maybe he'll explain

Why there are heartaches, why there are tears
And what to do to stop feeling blue 
When love disappears

I know all there is to know about the crying game
I've had my share of the crying game

First there are kisses, then there are sighs
And then before you know where you are
You're sayin' goodbye

Don't want no more of the crying game
Don't want no more of the crying game
Don't want no more of the crying game
Don't want no more of the crying game 

Care Of Cell 44
Composer(s): Rod Argent - Paul Atkinson - Colin Blunstone - Hugh Grundy - Chris White
First release by: The Zombies - 1967
Covered by multiple other artists



Good morning to you I hope you're feeling better baby
Thinking of me while you are far away
Counting the days until they set you free again
Writing this letter hoping you're okay

Saved you the room you used to stay in every Sunday
The one that is warmed by sunshine every day
And we'll get to know each other for a second time
And then you can tell me 'bout your prison stay...

Feels so good...
You're coming home soon!

It's gonna to be good to have you back again with me
Watching the laughter play around your eyes
Come up and fetch you, saved up for the train fare money
Kiss and make up and it will be so nice...

Feels so good...
You're coming home soon!

Walking the way we used to walk
And it could be so nice...
We're talking the way we used to talk
And it could be so nice...

It's gonna be good to have you back again with me
Watching the laughter play around your eyes
Come up and fetch you, saved up for the train fare money
Kiss and make up and it will be so nice...

Feels so good...
You're coming home soon!
Feels so good...
You're coming home soon!

First Name Initial
Composer(s): Martin Kalmanoff; Aaron H. Schroeder
Performer(s): Annette Funicello



First name initial
First name initial
First name initial
Ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh

I wear a first name initial, a great big initial
On a chain ev'rywhere I go
It's your first name initial, a great big initial
Engraving don't you know (don'tcha know)
And I wear it to
Show I belong to you
Just you

I love my first name initial, it makes it official
That you're my steady boy
It's your first name initial, a great big initial
Befits my pride and joy (pride and joy)
'cause it's a symbol of
My everlasting love
For you

I wear it at the soda shop, wear it at the record hop
Ridin to a movie in your jeep (yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah)
I wear it when I go to gym, wear it when I take a swim
I even wear it when I slee-ee-ee-eep

I wear your first name initial, a great big initial
And though it's your first name
I wish your last name initial and my last initial
Will one day be the same
So ev'ryone can see
That you belong to me
Just me (tood-a-loop, tood-a-loop, tood-a-loop )

I wear it at the soda shop, wear it at the record hop
Ridin' to a movie in your jeep (tood-a-loop, tood-a-loop, tood-a-loop)
I wear it when I go to gym, wear it when I take a swim
I even wear it when I slee-ee-ee-eep

I wear your first name initial, a great big initial
And though it's your first name
I wish your last name initial and my last initial
Will one day be the same
So ev'ryone can see
That you belong to me
Just me

First name initial
First name initial
First name initial
Ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh

Cry Of The Wild Goose
Composer(s): Terry Gilkyson
Performer(s): Frankie Laine
and multiple other artists



My heart knows what the wild goose knows
And I must go where the wild goose goes
Wild goose, brother goose, which is best
A wanderin' foot or a heart at rest

Tonight I heard the wild goose cry
Wingin' north in the lonely sky
I tried to sleep, it wern't no use
'Cause I am a brother to the old wild goose

(My heart knows what the wild goose knows)
(And I must go where the wild goose goes)
(Wild goose, brother goose, which is best)
(A wanderin' foot or a heart at rest)

My woman was kind and true to me
She thinks she loves me, the more fool she
She's gotta learn that ain't no use
To love the brother of the old wild goose

(My heart knows what the wild goose knows)
(And I must go where the wild goose goes)
(Wild goose, brother goose, which is best)
(A wanderin' foot or a heart at rest)

(Oh, you wild goose)

The cabin is warm and the snow is deep
And I've got a woman who lies asleep
When she wakes up tomorrow's dawn
She'll find, poor critter, that her man is gone

My heart knows what the wild goose knows
And I must go where the wild goose goes
Wild goose, brother goose, which is best
A wanderin' foot or a heart at rest

Let me fly, let me fly, let me fly away

Spring is comin' and the ice will break
And I can't linger for a woman's sake
She'll see a shadow pass overhead
She'll find a feather beside my bed

(My heart knows what the wild goose knows)
(And I must go where the wild goose goes)
Wild goose, brother goose, which is best
A wanderin' foot or a heart at rest

(Wild goose, wild goose, wild goose, wild goose)
(Wild goose, wild goose...)

Cardboard Cutout Sundown
Composer(s): Don Van Vliet
Performer(s): Captain Beefheart & the Magic Band



You hardly know a day goes by
In the cardboard cutout sundown
The moon popped up like a gallery duck
Sipped up gold from the sunny cup
And longhorns sawed the buggy grass
And a cowboy blew a harp sitting on his chapped ass
And the prairie flowers didn't look a bit queer
And the stars struck the sand cartwheeled
And poked in the prairie
A cactus juice stand the only place the crows couldn't land
The bluebottle flies were as big as a cowboy's eyes
And their buzz was as loud as rattlers
A fire engine red whistle blows raspberries
In a cloud of whipped steam
A tungle weed ran out black patent yarn stinkbug hoops
From above a living mail thriving dot
In perfect sympathy with the cardboard cutout sundown

You hardly know a day goes by
In the cardboard cutout sundown

First Love Never Dies
Composer(s): Bob Morris; Jim Seals
Performer(s): The Walker Brothers;
The Cascades; Jerry Fuller; The Volebeats



All at once I miss you
So long since I've kissed you
How I love to look into your eyes

Yes I still dream about you
My world is lost without you
For you are my first love, and
First love never ever dies

Whenever I feel lonely
I'm thinking of you only
One last kiss and then we said goodbye

The love I left behind me
Comes back to remind me
That you were my first love, and
First love never ever dies

The love I left behind me
Comes back to remind me
That you were my first love, and
First love never ever dies

And if you're thinking of me
And you find that you still love me
There's no use to go on living lies

Let's hurry to each other
For there could be no other
Yes, you were my first love, and
First love never ever dies

First love never ever dies

The Cruel War
Composer(s): Noel Paul Stookey - Peter Yarrow
Performer(s): Peter, Paul and Mary; Chad & Jeremy; The Cowsills



The cruel war is raging; Johnny has to fight
I want to be with him from morning till night
I want to be with him, it grieves my heart so 
"Won't you let me go with you?" "No, my love no" 

Tomorrow is Sunday, Monday is the day 
That your captain will call you and you must obey
Your captain will call you, it grieves my heart so
"Won't you let me go with you?" "No, my love no" 

I'll tie back my hair; men's clothing I'll put on
I'll pass as your comrade as we march along
I'll pass as your comrade, no one will ever know
"Won't you let me go with you?" "No, my love no" 

Oh Johnny, oh Johnny, I fear you are unkind
I love you far better than all of mankind
I love you far better than words can e'er express
"Won't you let me go with you?" "Yes, my love yes" 

Cardboard California
Composer(s): Howard Greenfield - Neil Sedaka
Performer(s): Neil Sedaka



Nothing is real in cardboard California
Just waking up brings you down
One lousy deal is cardboard California
You just can't survive in a make believe town

Lost in a city of little tin gods
Cold plastic people with phoney facades
How can you win when you look at the odds

You're running down a one way street
Nobody cares if you survive
Sometimes you beg or you don't eat
You gotta fight to stay alive
Hey, you're never gonna get away

Where 's the world you used to know
Where did all the good times go
Look around your hopes and dreams are gone
But like a fool you still keep hanging on

Come and be a movie star
Come and drive a fancy car
Come and see, what you really are

Look in the mirror, mirrors don't lie
You're getting older, your time's past you by
You lost your shot to some younger guy

You're running down a one way street
Nobody cares if you survive
Sometimes you beg or you don't eat
You gotta fight to stay alive
Hey, you're never gonna get away

Nothing is real in cardboard California
Just waking up brings you down
One lousy deal is cardboard California
You just can't survive in a make believe town

First In Line
Composer(s): Aaron Schroeder; Ben Weisman
Performer(s): Elvis Presley



When they gave out eyes like diamonds
That would shame the stars that shine
My darlin' my darlin'
You were the first in line
When they gave out lips like honey
That hold a new thrill every time
My darlin' my darlin'
You were the first in line

There may be others
That know you longer
Who pledge their hearts to you
But there's no other
Could love you stronger
Any stronger than I do
Don't refuse me, say you'll choose me
I'm yours, oh please be mine
My darlin' say I’m your darlin'
The first, and the last in line

The Crowd 
Composer(s): Roy Orbison - Joe Melson
Performer(s): Roy Orbison



I go out with the crowd, I play the game
Pretending out loud but it don't seem the same
For the heart of the crowd is gone from sight
My part of the crowd is not with me tonight

I remember the prom, every dance with you
All the crazy things that we used to do
Sometimes we'd wait for a chance 
And then we'd steal away
From the crowd and the dance to our hideaway

Aww, but you're gone and it's not the same old game
I fall apart each time I hear your name
Guess I'll go along with the crowd, 
I'll make believe
That you'll come back to me, run back to me
Hurry back to the crowd a-and me-e-e-e-e

Carco
Composer(s): Jean Ferrat
Performer(s): Jean Ferrat



Dis qu'as-tu fait des jours enfuis
De ta jeunesse et de toi-méme
De tes mains pleines de poèmes
Qui tremblaient au bout de ta nuit

Il avait toujours dans la tête
Le manège d'anciens tourments
De la fenêtre par moment
Parvenaient des bouffées de fête

Où sont les lumières lointaines
Voici fermés les yeux éteints
Ce chant des lilas au matin
De Montmartre à Mortefontaine

Dis qu'as-tu fait des jours enfuis
De ta jeunesse et de toi-même
De tes mains pleines de poèmes
Qui tremblaient au bout de ta nuit

Tu meurs sans avoir vu le drame
Carco qui ne sus que chanter
Te souviens-tu de cet été
De Nice où nous nous rencontrâmes

On faisait semblant d'être heureux
Le ciel ressemblait à la mer
Même l'aurore était amère
C'était en l'an quarante-deux

Dis qu'as-tu fait des jours enfuis
De ta jeunesse et de toi-même
De tes mains pleines de poèmes
Qui tremblaient au bout de ta nuit

Excuse-moi que je le dise
Dans ce Paris où tu n'es plus
Comme Guillaume l'a voulu
Qu'un nom qui se mélancolise

Que l'avenir du moins n'oublie
Ce qui fut le charme de l'air
Le bonheur d'être et le vin clair
La Seine douce dans son lit

Dis qu'as-tu fait des jours enfuis
De ta jeunesse et de toi-même
De tes mains pleines de poèmes
Qui tremblaient au bout de ta nuit

Ce coeur que l'homme avec lui porte
Ne change pas avec le vent
Nous mettrons demain comme avant
Des coquelicots à nos portes

Les mots que nous avons cueillis
Les voici pour celui qui meurt
Passent les gens et tu demeures
O poète de mon pays

Dis qu'as-tu fait des jours enfuis
De ta jeunesse et de toi-même
De tes mains pleines de poèmes
Qui tremblaient au bout de ta nuit

First I Look At The Purse
Composer(s): Smokey Robinson; Robert Rodgers
Performer(s): The Contours;
and various other artists



Some fellas look at the eyes
Some fellas look at the nose
Some fellas look at the size
Some fellas look at the clothes
I don't care if her eyes are red
I don't care if her nose is long
I don't care if she's underfed
I don't care if her clothes are worn
First I look at the purse!
Some fellas like the smiles they wear
Some fellas like the legs that's all
Some fellas like the style of their hair
Want their waist to be small.
I don't care if their legs are thin
I don't care if their teeth are big
I don't care if their hair's a wig
Why waste time lookin' at the waistline?
First I look at the purse!
A woman can be fat as can be
kisses sweet as honey
But that don't mean a thing to me
If you ain't got no money
If the purse is fat....that's where it's at
Some fellas like the way they walk
The way they swing and sway
Some fellas like the way they talk
Dig the things they say.
I don't care if they wobble like a...
or talk with a lisp
I still think I'm a good lover
if the dollar bills are crisp
First I look at the purse!
First I look at the purse!
First I look at the purse!
First I look at the purse!
I don't care if you got yourself a wrap
all I want is your pretty green cash
Bought me a suit, bought me a car
Want me to look like a hollywood star
Money, (Money!) I want money (Money!)
Baby, ain't no "why", baby (Money!)
I need money!
First I look at the purse!
First I look at the purse!
First I look at the purse!
First I look at the purse!

Crow On The Cradle
Composer(s): Sidney Lee Carter
Performer(s): Jackson Browne
and multiple other artists



The sheep's in the meadow 
The cow's in the corn
Now is the time for a child to be born
He'll laugh at the moon
And cry for the sun
And if it's a boy he'll carry a gun
Sang the crow on the cradle

And if it should be that this baby's a girl
Never you mind if her hair doesn't curl
With rings on her fingers
And bells on her toes
And a bomber above her wherever she goes
Sang the crow on the cradle

The crow on the cradle
The black and the white
Somebody's baby is born for a fight
The crow on the cradle
The white and the black
Somebody's baby is not coming back
Sang the crow on the cradle

Your mother and father will sweat and they'll slave
To build you a coffin and dig you a grave
Hush-a-bye little one, never you weep
For we've got a toy that can put you to sleep
Sang the crow on the cradle

Bring me my gun, and I'll shoot that bird dead
That's what your mother and father once said
The crow on the cradle, what can we do
Ah, this is a thing that I'll leave up to you
Sang the crow on the cradle
Sang the crow on the cradle 

father once said
A crow on the cradle what can we do
This is the thing I must leave up to you
Sang the crow on the cradle

Carcassonne
Composer(s): Georges Brassens - G. Nadaud
Performer(s): Georges Brassens



"Je me fais vieux, j'ai soixante ans
J'ai travaillé toute ma vie
Sans avoir, durant tout ce temps
Pu satisfaire mon envie
Je vois bien qu'il n'est ici-bas
De bonheur complet pour personne
Mon vœu ne s'accomplira pas 
Je n'ai jamais vu Carcassonne!"

"On voit la ville de la-haut
Derrière les montagnes bleues
Mais, pour y parvenir, il faut
Il faut faire cinq grandes lieues
En faire autant pour revenir!
Ah ! si la vendange était bonne!
Le raisin ne veut pas jaunir
Je ne verrai pas Carcassonne!"

"On dit qu'on y voit tous les jours
Ni plus ni moins que les dimanches
Des gens s'en aller sur le cours
En habits neufs, en robes blanches
On dit qu'on y voit des châteaux
Grands comme ceux de Babylone
Un évêque et deux généraux!
Je ne connais pas Carcassonne!"

"Le vicaire a cent fois raison 
C'est des imprudents que nous sommes
Il disait dans son oraison
Que l'ambition perd les hommes
Si je pouvais trouver pourtant
Deux jours sur la fin de l'automne...
Mon Dieu ! que je mourrais content
Après avoir vu Carcassonne!"

"Mon Dieu! mon Dieu! pardonnez-moi
Si ma prière vous offense 
On voit toujours plus haut que soi
En vieillesse comme en enfance
Ma femme, avec mon fils Aignan
A voyagé jusqu'à Narbonne 
Mon filleul a vu Perpignan
Et je n'ai pas vu Carcassonne!"

Ainsi chantait, près de Limoux
Un paysan courbé par l'âge
Je lui dis: "Ami, levez-vous 
Nous allons faire le voyage"
Nous partîmes le lendemain 
Mais (que le bon Dieu lui pardonne!
Il mourut à moitié chemin 
Il n'a jamais vu Carcassonne!

First Date, First Kiss, First Love
Composer(s): Mary Stovall; Dan Welch
Performer(s): Sonny James



First date
tonight was our first date
We couldn't anticipate
emotions we now feel

First kiss
Tonight was our first kiss
and now we know the bliss
that only young love can yield

I've got a funny feeling
I've worked hard at concealing
But I can't hide this wonderful thrill
I kept up a constant chatter
pretending nothing matters
and I begged my heart
to please, please be still

Oh, First love
This is our first love
Our one and only love
our first love and our last

I've got a funny feeling
I've worked hard at concealing
But I can't hide this wonderful thrill
I kept up a constant chatter
pretending nothing matters
and I begged my heart
to please, please be still

Oh, First love
This is our first love
Our one and only love
our first love and our last

The Crippled Lion
Composer(s): Michael Nesmith
Performer(s): The Monkees



Slowly I walk through the gently falling rain
I know that I will never pass this way again
Never wondering why
Teardrops chafing my eyes

Longing to be where the noted kisses fall 
Lingering and still, while quietly they tell their all
Blue is the color of the sun
And nothing stops when everything is done

Now my whole world opens up in different rhymes and tunes
With highways making up the verse
And then suddenly I see the light of something called the moon
And though my path is planned, it's not rehearsed

So I move along to the next thing on the list
Knowing full well that some of them just don't exist
But I am finally alone
And where my foot steps down is where it's home

So I move along to the next thing on the list
Knowing full well that some of them just don't exist
But I am finally alone
And where my foot steps down is where it's home
And where my foot steps down is where it's home

Car-Car
Composer(s): Woody Guthrie
Performer(s): Peter, Paul and Mary; Donovan



Take me for a ride in your Car-Car
Take me for a ride in your Car-Car
Take me for a ride 
Take me for a ride
Take me for a ride in your Car-Car

Take me for a ride in your Mac Truck
Take me for a ride in your truck, mack
Take me for a ride, take me for a ride
Take me for a ride in your Mac Truck, Mack

Take me for a ride in your Car-Car
Take me for a ride in your Car-Car
Take me for a ride 
Take me for a ride
Take me for a ride in your Car-Car

Take me for a ride in your car-car
Take me for a ride in your car-car
Take me for a ride, take me for a ride
Take me for a ride in your 3.2 liter Ferrari
with torsion bar suspension
and those ported venturi carburetors!