Father Of A Boy Named Sue
Composer(s): Shel Silverstein
Performer(s): Shel Silverstein



OK, now, years ago, I wrote a song called "A Boy Named Sue" 
And, that was OK and everything except, then I started to think about it, and I thought, it is unfair 
I am, I am looking at the whole thing from the poor kid's point of view 
And as I get more older and more fatherly, I begin to look at things from old men's point of view
So, I decided to give the old man equal time 
OK, here we go... 

Yeah, I left home when the kid was three
And it sure felt good to be fancy free
Though I knew it wasn't quite the the fatherly thing to do
But that kid kept screaming and throwing up
And pissing in his pants till I had enough
So just for revenge I went and named him Sue
Yeah! 

It was Gatlinburg in mid July
I was getting drunk but getting by
Getting old and going from bad to worse 

When through the door with an awful scream
Comes the ugliest queen I've ever seen
He says, "My name is Sue, how do you do?"
Then he hits me with his purse 

Now this ain't the way he tells the tell
But he scratched my face with his fingernails
And then he bit my thumb
And kicked me with his high heel shoe 

So I hit him in the nose and he started to cry
And he threw some perfume in my eye
And it sure ain't easy fighting an old boy named Sue 

So I hit him in the head with a cane back chair
And he screamed, "Hey dad, you mussed my hair!"
And he hit me in the navel and knocked out a piece of my lint 

He was spitting blood, I was spitting teeth
And we crashed through the wall and out into the street
Kicking and gouging in the mud and the blood and the crème de menthe 

Then out of his garter he pulls a gun
I'm about to get shot by my very own son
He's screaming about Sigmund Freud and looking grim - woo
So I though fast and I told him some stuff
How I named him Sue just to make him tough
And I guess he bought it 'cause now I'm living with him 

Yea he cooks and sews and cleans up the place
He cuts my hair and shaves my face
And irons my shirts better than a daughter could do
And on the nights that I can't score
Well, I can't tell you any more
But it sure is a joy to have a boy named Sue
Yeah a son is fun but it's a joy to have a boy named Sue!

Caterina
((Adapted from: Caterina (Perry Como) - 1962))
Composer(s): Earl Shuman - Maurice "Bugs" Bower
Performer(s): Helmut Lotti - 2006



Caterina, O’ Ho Ho! (O' Ho, Ho Ho!)
Als we kussen, knap meisje, knap meisje
Ben ik in extase! (ja, ja, ja, ja!)
Caterina, O’ Ho, Ho Ho! (O ’Ho, Ho Ho!)
Maar als we kussen, knap meisje, knap meisje
Denk je dan wel aan mij?
(Denk je dan wel aan mij?)
Caterina! Ha, Ha, Ha! (Ha, Ha, Ha!)
Hoe lang is de lijst, is de lijst
Van de lippen die je kuste?
O’ hoe gelukkig zou ik zijn
Als ik wist dat je enkel van mij hield
Zeg dat het waar is, zeg dat het zo is, Caterina!
Caterina, O’ Ho Ho! (O' Ho, Ho Ho!)
Als we kussen, knap meisje, knap meisje
Ben ik in extase! (ja, ja, ja, ja!)
Caterina, O’ Ho, Ho Ho! (O’ Ho, Ho Ho!)
Maar als we kussen, knap meisje, knap meisje
Denk je dan wel aan mij? (Denk je dan wel aan mij?)
Caterina! Ha, Ha, Ha! (Ha, Ha, Ha!)
Hoe lang is de lijst, is de lijst
Van de lippen die je kuste?
O’ hoe gelukkig zou ik zijn
Als ik wist dat je enkel van mij hield
Zeg dat het waar is! (Zeg dat het waar is!)
Zeg dat het zo is! (Zeg dat het zo is!)
Caterina!

Food, Glorious Food
Composer(s): Lionel Bart
Performer(s): Tony Osborne Orch.;
and various other artists



Boys:
Is it worth the waiting for?
If we live 'til eighty four
All we ever get is gru...el!
Ev'ry day we say our prayer
Will they change the bill of fare?
Still we get the same old gru...el!
There is not a cust, not a crumb can we find
Can we beg, can we borrow, or cadge
But there's nothing to stop us from getting a thrill
When we all close our eyes and imag...ine

Food, glorious food!
Hot sausage and mustard!
While we're in the mood 
Cold jelly and custard!
Pease pudding and saveloys!
What next is the question?
Rich gentlemen have it, boys
In-di-gestion!

Food, glorious food!
We're anxious to try it
Three banquets a day 
Our favourite diet!

Just picture a great big steak
Fried, roasted or stewed
Oh, food
Wonderful food
Marvellous food
Glorious food

Food, glorious food!
What is ther emore handsome?
Gulped, swallowed or chewed 
Still worth a kin's ransom
What is it we dream about?
Wat brings on a sigh?
Piled pieahes and cream, about
Six feet high!

Food, glorious food!
Eat right through the menu
Just loosen your belt
Two inches and then you
Work up a new appetite
In this interlude
The food
Once again, food
Fabulous food
Glorious food

Food, glorious food!
Don't care what it looks like 
Burned!
Underdone!
Crude!
Don't care what the cook's like
Just thinking of growing fat  
Our senses go reeling
One moment of knowing that
Full-up feeling!

Food, glorious food!
What wouldn't we give for 
That extra bit more
That's all that we live for
Why should we be fated to
Do nothing but brood
On food
Magical food
Wonderful food
Marvellous food
Fabulous food

Oliver:
Beautiful food

Boys:
Glorious food

The Fatal Glass Of Beer
Composer(s): Charlie Case
Performer(s): W.C. Fields



There was once a poor boy
And he left his country home
And he came to the city to look for work

He promised his ma and pa
He would lead a civilized life
And always shun the fatal curse of drink

Once in the city
He got a situation in a quarry
And there he made the acquaintance of some college students

He little thought they were demons
For they wore the best of clothes
But the clothes do not always make the gentleman

They tempted him to drink
And they said he was a cow'rd
And at last he took the fatal glass of beer

When he'd found what he'd done
He dashed the glass upon the floor
And he staggered through the door with delerium tremens

Once upon the sidewalk
He met a Salvation Army girl
And wickedly he broke her tambourine

All she said was, "Heaven bless you"
And placed a mark upon his brow
With a kick she'd learned before she had been saved

Now, as a moral to young men
Who come down to the city
Don't go 'round breaking people's tambourines

Catchin' On Fast
Composer(s): Bill Giant - Bernie Baum - Florence Kaye
Performer(s): Elvis Presley



Won't you show me how to kiss
Put your lips on mine
Do you do it just like this
Tell me I'm doing fine
We got a good thing going now take your time
Come on and make it last
Love may be new to you but 
Oooh, I'm catchin' on fast

Give, give, gimme all you've got to give
Love, love, love every moment you live
Now you've taught me all you know
Have I passed the test
Show me all you've got to show
Baby you're the best

But tell me I've learned quickly and I know each trick
I'm sure love's gonna last
Love maybe new to you but 
Oooh I'm catchin' on fast

Food For Thought
Composer(s): UB40
Performer(s): UB40; Stylus Junkies



Ivory madonna dying in the dust
Waiting for the manna coming from the west
Barren is her bosom, empty as her eyes
Death a certain harvest scattered from the skies

Skin and bones is creeping, does`nt know he`s dead
Ancient eyes are peeping, from his infant head
Politician`s argue sharpening their knives
Drawing up their Bargains, trading baby lives

(Chorus) 

Ivory madonna dying in the dust
Waiting for the manna coming from the west

Hear the bells are ringing, Christmas on it`s way
Hear the angels singing, what is that they say? 
Eat and drink rejoicing, joy is here to stay
Jesus son of mary is born again today

(Chorus) 

Ivory madonna dying in the dust
Waiting for the manna coming from the west
Ivory madonna dying in the dust
Waiting for the manna coming from the west

The Fat Man 
((Danish Version: Tykke (Rock Nalle & The Flames) - 1979))
Composer(s): Fats Domino - Dave Bartholomew
First recording/First release by: Fats Domino - 1949/1950
Covered by multiple other artists



They call, they call me the fat man 
'Cause I weight two hundred pounds 
All the girls they love me 
'Cause I know my way around 

I was standing, I was standing on the corner 
Of Rampart and Canal 
I was watching, watching 
Watching those people gather 

Wah, wah, wah, wah, wah 
Wah, wah, wah, wah, wah, wah 
Wah, wah, wah, wah, wah, wah
Wah, wah, wah 

Wah, wah, wah, wah, wah 
Wah, wah, wah, wah, wah, wah 
Wah, wah, wah, wah, wah, wah
Wah, wah, wah 

I'm going, I'm going, going away 
And I'm going, going to stay 
'Cause we be in this fast life 
Can't stand this, going away

Catch Us If You Can
Composer(s): Dave Clark - Lenny Davidson
First release by: The Dave Clark Five - 1965
Covered by multiple other artists



Here they come again, mmmm-mm-mm
Catch us if you can, mmmm-mm-mm
Time to get a move on, mmmm-mm-mm
We will yell with all of our might

Catch us if you can
Catch us if you can
Catch us if you can
Catch us if you can

Now we gotta run, mmmm-mm-mm
No more time for fun, mmmm-mm-mm
When we're gettin' angry, mmmm-mm-mm
We will yell with all of our might

Catch us if you can
Catch us if you can
Catch us if you can
Catch us if you can

Here they come again, mmmm-mm-mm
Catch us if you can, mmmm-mm-mm
Time to get a move on, mmmm-mm-mm
We will yell with all of our might

Catch us if you can
Catch us if you can
Catch us if you can
Catch us if you can

Food Blues
Composer(s): Shel Silverstein
Performer(s): Bobby Bare; The Corries



I was waitin' in Rosie's Restaurant
When the waiter came up and said
"What do you want?"
I looked at the menu -- it looked so nice
Till he said, "Let me give you some advice"
He said, "Spaghetti and potatoes got too much starch
Pork chops and sausage are bad for your heart
There's hormones in chicken and beef and veal
Bowl of ravioli is a dead man's meal
Bread got preservatives, there's nitrites in ham
Artificial coloring in jellies and jam
Stay away from donuts
Run away from pie
Pepperoni pizza is a sure way to die
Sugar rots your teeth and make you put on weight
But artifical sweetener's got cyclamates
Eggs got cholesterol
There's fat in cheese
Coffee ruins your kidneys, and so does tea
Fish got mercury
Red meat is poison
Salt's gonna send your blood pressure risin'
Hot dogs and bologna got deadly red dyes
Vegetables and fruits are sprayed with pesticides"

So I said, "What can I eat that's gonna make me last?"
He said, "A small drink of water in a sterilized glass"
And then he stopped and he thought for a minute
And said, "Never mind the water -- there's carcinogenics in it"
So I got up from the table and walked out in the street
Realizing there was nothing I could eat
I ain't eaten for a month, and I'm feeling fine...
'Cause he did not mention
Beer, whiskey, women and sweet red wine

The Fast-Talkin' Agent
Composer(s): Horton
Performer(s): The Duke Of Paducah



Son, you better listen to Clagmouth Clackett
If you wanna make it big in the showbiz racket
You got a big hit, Boy, but that ain't enough
You need a fast-talkin' agent to handle your stuff
And that's me, Son, Clagmouth's the name
Big wheelin' and dealin', that's the name of the game
I'll put you in the big time, set you up a firm
Gizmo Productions, earn while you learn
Me and you's partners, just sign your name
And, Son, you're on your way to the Hall of Fame
Sign here... Fried Chicken... Roast Beef...
Boy, that's where the gravy is...
T'ain't no joke, Son
You gotta get a big shiny automobile
And a great big house on Luxury Hill
Great inspiration, lookin' down below
For writin' them songs about Poverty Row
And you cut 'em, and I'll plug 'em
But you gotta be honest, Boy, tell it like it is
'Cos you can't be a phoney in today's showbiz
Once upon a time you could be a big star
Singin' through your nose to a tinny guitar
With a ten gallon hat and a rhinestone suit
And a flat-top Martin, you could grind some loot
But that's gone, Son... Flat, dead and gone
Time's are a-changin'... There's a new put-on
Today makin' records is a whole new gig
You can't make a silk purse out of a pig
Forget about Ragtime and all that Jazz
Now you gotta have a message with your razzamatazz
Knock somethin'... Hate somebody
Mommy and Daddy... They're the ones to blame
They squeeezed all the sugar out o' Sugarfoot Rag
Now you gotta get a gimmick from a brand new bag
Picked all the petals from the Wildwood Flower
Now you gotta peddle soul with your guitar power
Start peddlin', Son... If you wanna get the bread
That's where it is, Boy... Cornball's dead
Leave that barnyard stuff for the chickens
The County Fair's where it's still good pickins
Old Aunt Martha pays a buck and a half
For a record and a picture, free autograph
She's happy... So's Uncle Jim
They know you're a good man...
Why you sang 'em a Hymn
Sock it to 'em, Boy, with a poverty pitch
For without poor people you'd be diggin' a ditch
And who buys the records that's makin' you rich
That's right, Boy, don't you ever forget it
It's them poor, poor people...
I've got me a Star...
Get away from be, Boy, you bother me...

Catch The Wind
((French Version: Autant Chercher À Retenir Le Vent (Richard Anthony) - 1965))
Composer(s): Donovan
First release by: Donovan - 1965
Covered by multiple other artists



In the chilly hours and minutes
Of uncertainty, I want to be
In the warm hold of your loving mind

To feel you all around me
And to take your hand, along the sand
Ah, but I may as well try and catch the wind

When sundown pales the sky
I wanna hide a while, behind your smile
And everywhere I'd look, your eyes I'd find

For me to love you now
Would be the sweetest thing, 'twould make me sing
Ah, but I may as well, try and catch the wind

When rain has hung the leaves with tears
I want you near, to kill my fears
To help me to leave all my blues behind

For standin' in your heart
Is where I want to be, and I long to be
Ah, but I may as well, try and catch the wind

Folsom Prison Blues
Composer(s): Johnny Cash
Performer(s): Johnny Cash



I hear that train a-commin', it's rollin' around the bend
And I ain't seen the sunshine since I don't know when
I'm stuck in Folsom prison and time keeps draggin' on
But that train keeps a-rollin' on down to San Antone
When I was just a baby, my mama told me, son
Always be a good boy, don't ever play with guns
But I shot a man in Reno, just to watch him die
When I hear that whistle blowin', I hang my head and cry

I bet there's rich folks eatin' in a fancy dining car
They're probably drinking coffee and smoking big cigars
But I know I had it coming, I know I can't be free
But those people keep a-movin' and that's what tortures me

Well if that freed me from this prison
and that railroad train was mine
I bet I'd move it on a little farther down the line
Far from Folsom prison, that's where I want to stay
And I'd let that lonesome whistle blow my blues away

Farmer In The Dell
(Traditional)



The farmer in the dell
The farmer in the dell
Heigh-ho, the derry-o
The farmer in the dell

The farmer takes a wife
The farmer takes a wife
Heigh-ho, the derry-o
The farmer takes a wife

The wife takes a child
The wife takes a child
Heigh-ho, the derry-o
The wife takes a child

The child takes a nurse
The child takes a nurse
Heigh-ho, the derry-o
The child takes a nurse

The nurse takes a dog
The nurse takes a dog
Heigh-ho, the derry-o
The nurse takes a dog

The dog takes a cat
The dog takes a cat
Heigh-ho, the derry-o
The dog takes a cat

The cat takes a rat
The cat takes a rat
Heigh-ho, the derry-o
The cat takes a rat

The rat takes the cheese
The rat takes the cheese
Heigh-ho, the derry-o
The rat takes the cheese

The cheese stands alone
The cheese stands alone
Heigh-ho, the derry-o
The cheese stands alone

Catch The Rainbow
Composer(s): Ritchie Blackmore - Ronnie James Dio
First release by: Rainbow - 1975



When evening falls
She'll run to me
Like whispered dreams
Your eyes can't see, ooh

Soft and warm
She'll touch my face
A bed of straw
Against the lace, ooh

We believed we'd catch the rainbow
Ride the wind to the sun
Sail away on ships of wonder

But life's not a wheel
With chains made of steel
So bless me

Come the dawn
Come the dawn
Come the dawn
Come the dawn

We believed we'd catch the rainbow
Ride the wind to the sun
Sail away on ships of wonder

But life's not a wheel
With chains made of steel
So bless me, oh bless me yeah, bless me

Come the dawn
Come the dawn
Come the dawn
Come the dawn

Ooh, ooh..
Mmm, mmm
Ooh, ooh
A light is all that see
Off to you and me
Ooh, ooh

Ride the night
See the light
Ooh
Take him to the sky, yeah

Ooh, oooh
Oo-oo-ooh, ooh

Through the door
Ride the sky
Make it shine
For you and I
See the light
Through the night
Make it shine
To the night

Catch the rainbow, see the light

Catch the rainbow
And ride the sky
Make it shine, shine, shine, shine, shine, shine!
Shine! Shine, for you and I

Following In Your Footsteps
Composer(s): Ian Hunter; Mick Ronson
Performer(s): Ian Hunter; 
The Hunter Ronson Band



Some folk leave courage
some folk leave you hope 
Why am I out here hangin'
like a fool at the end o' my rope 
Some folk leave you wisdom
some folk leave you signs 
You can never be sure 
what went on before 
Life is just a matter of time 

Picture of you 
clouding my view 
I'm following in your footsteps
tryin' to make some sense of it all 
Maybe it's a sign of weakness
but that's where my footsteps fall 
I'm following in your footsteps
tryin' to hang on to your dreams 
You never got what you wanted 
So I never got what I need 
I'm following in your footsteps 
'cos that's where the footsteps lead 

Someone must have given me anger
someone must have given me hate 
Or why would I stand here shakin'
when there's so many chances to take 

Pictures of you
climb into view 
I'm following in your footsteps
tryin' to make some sense of it all 
Maybe it's a sign of weakness
but that's where my footsteps fall 

I'm following in your footsteps
watchin' my children grow 
They're following in my footsteps 
Takin' it on the road 
We're following in your footsteps 
'cos that's where the footsteps go 
We're following in your footsteps, yeah 
'cos that's where your footsteps go

The Family Of Man
Composer(s): Jack Conrad - Paul Williams
Performer(s): Three Dog Night



This tired city was somebody's dream
Billboard horizons as black as they seem
Four level highways across the land
We're building a home for the family of man
And it's so hard whatever we are coming to
Yes it's so hard with so little time
And so much to do
Time running out for the family of man
One man to lead us with so much to say
Moving the mountains that got in our way
Prayer books and meetings to find a plan
Deciding the fate of the family of man
Memories replacing the loves that we've lost
Burning our bridges as soon as they're crossed
Factories built where the rivers ran
And time running out for the family of man

Catch A Wave ((aka Sidewalk Surfin' (Jan & Dean) - 1964))
Composer(s): Brian Wilson
First release by: The Beach Boys - 1963
Covered by multiple other artists



Catch a wave and you're sitting on top of the world
Don't be afraid to try the greatest sport around
Everybody tries it once
Those who don't just have to put it down
You paddle out turn around and raise
And baby that's all there is to the coastline craze
You gotta catch a wave and you're sittin' on top of the world
Not just a fad cause it's been going on so long
All the surfers going strong
They said it wouldn't last too long
They'll eat their words with a fork and spoon
And watch 'em they'll hit the road and all be surfin' soon
And when they catch a wave they'll be sittin' on top of the world
Catch a wave and your sittin' on top of the world
So take a lesson from a top-notch surfer boy
Every Saturday boy
But don't treat it like a toy
Just get away from the shady turf
And baby go catch some rays on the sunny surf
And when you catch a wave you'll be sittin on top of the world
Catch a wave and you'll be sittin' on top of the world
Catch a wave and you'll be sittin' on top of the world
Catch a wave and you'll be sittin' on top of the world

Follow The River
Composer(s): Dimitri Tiomkin
Performer(s): London Studio Symphony Orch.



Follow the river
The river knows the way
Come to me, I pray
I miss you more each day

Follow the river
Wherever you may be
Follow the river back to me

Sometimes I feel like I will jump for the moon
And tell the sky up high
Does it matter how full is the moon
If you've an empty heart

Bring back the great love
The love that once we knew
Make my dream come true
The dream I had with you

Follow the river
Wherever you may be
Follow the river back to me

The Falconer
Composer(s): Nico
Performer(s): Nico



The falconer is sitting on
His summersand at dawn
Unlocking flooded silvercages
And with a silverdin arise
All the lovely faces
And the lovely silvertraces erase
My empty pages

The falconer is sitting on
His summersand at dawn
Beside his singing silverwaves
And his dancing rebelrace
That compose ahead of timeless time
A sound inside my candle light

Father child
Angels of the night
Silverframe my candlelight

Father child
Angels of the night
Silverframe my candlelight

The falconer is sitting on
His summersand at dawn
Unlocking flooded silvercages
And with a silverdin arise
All the lovely faces
And the lovely silvertraces erase
My empty pages

Catch A Train
Composer(s): Andy Fraser - Paul Rodgers - Paul Kossoff - Simon Kirke
Performer(s): Free



Catch a train to my place
Call me when you get into town
I'm gonna meet you at the station, oh yeah
You can tell me why you're feeling down
Is it you mother, though she tends to shout a bit
But she's got her problems too
And I don't doubt it
Baby your father
I know he's always drinking
Most of the time
He don't even know what he's doing
Now baby
Catch a train to my place
Call me when you get into town
Gonna meet you at the station
You can tell me why you're feeling down
I can't imagine
Why you're feeling so alone
It's just a week since I saw
Baby why are you crying so?
All you got to do is
Catch a train to my place
Call me when you get into town
I'm gonna meet you at the station
You can tell me why you're feeling
Catch a train to my place
Call me when you get into town
I'm gonna meet you at the station
You can tell me why you're feeling
Ah baby why you're feeling down
Down, down, down, down
Why don't you come around
Why don't you catch a train
The midnight train's all right