The Girl I Love She Got Long Black Wavy Hair 
Composer(s): Jimmy Page - Robert Plant - John Paul Jones - John Bonham - John Estes
Performer(s): Led Zeppelin



Whoah, the girl I love, she got long black wavy hair
I do declare!
The girl I love, yeah, she got long black wavy hair
Ah yeah
Her Mother and her Father, Lordy
They sure don't, sure don't allow me there

Well I, I'm goin' back to my baby, Lord I
I swear I wouldn't lie, yeah
I never saw that sweet woman yeah in-a
A-five long years gone by, yeah
Well I'm goin' home, I'm goin' home
'Cause she's a sweet little darlin', ah
I said I been away, ahh-far too long
I been away too long

Take it Jimmy!

Well, my baby when...
She shakes just like a willow tree
Yes she does
My baby, when she walks, ya know
She shakes like a willow tree, yeah
Ah-that mean, mistreatin' baby she know she
Hop, hops all over me
Oooh

Yeah!
Alright!
Hops over me...

Celia
Composer(s): Phil Ochs
Performer(s): Phil Ochs



When the wind from the island is rollin' through the trees
When a kiss from a prison cell is carried in the breeze
That's when I wonder how sad a man can be
Oh, when will Celia come to me?
I still remember the mountains of the war
Sierra Madre and the Philipino shore
When will I lie beside my Celia 'neath the trees?
Oh, when will Celia come to me?
So many years were stolen, so many years are gone
And the vision of my Celia make dreams to dream upon
Each hour is a day filled with memories
Oh, when will Celia come to me?
I wake each morning and I watch the sun arise
Wonder if my Celia sleeps, wonder if she cries
If hate must be my prison lock, love must be the key
Oh, when will Celia come to me?
The guns have stopped their firing, you may wander through the hills
They kept my Celia through the war, they keep her from me still
She waits upon island now, a prisoner of the sea
Oh, when will Celia come to me?
When the wind from the island is rolling through the trees
When a kiss from a prison cell is carried in the breeze
That's when I wonder how sad a man can be
Oh, when will Celia come to me?
Oh, when will Celia come to me?

Ford Mustang
Composer(s): Serge Gainsbourg
Performer(s): Serge Gainsbourg;
Jane Birkin; Mick Harvey; Mike Patton



{Refrain:}
On s'fait des langues
En Ford Mustang
Et bang !
On embrasse
Les platanes
"Mus" à gauche
"Tang" à droite
Et à gauche, à droite

Un essuie-glace
Un paquet d'Cool
Un badge
Avec inscrit d'ssus
Keep Cool
Une barre de
Chocolat
Un Coca-Cola
{au Refrain}

Une bouteille
De fluide Make-up
Un flash
Un Browning
Et un pick up
Un recueil
D'Edgard Poe
Un briquet Zippo
{au Refrain}

Un numéro
De Superman
Un écrou de chez
Paco
Rabanne
Une photo
d'Marilyn
Un tube d'aspirine
{au Refrain}

The Girl I Love
Composer(s): Dave Bartholomew - Fats Domino
Performer(s): Fats Domino



Woke up this morning, I was all alone
Looked for the girl I love, yeah she was gone
Somebody help me, help me find the girl I love

I told my friends all about you
How much I miss you and love to kiss you
Somebody help me, help me find the girl I love

Woke up this morning, I was all alone
Looked for the girl I love, and she was gone
Somebody help me, help me find the girl I love

I left my baby in California
Oh, how I cried, when she said goodbye
Somebody help me, help me find the girl I love

Celeste Nostalgia
Composer(s): Riccardo Cocciante - Mogol Audio 2
Performer(s): Riccardo Cocciante



Avevi ragione tu
Mia cara... la vita non dura mai una sera
il tempo di una follia, è breve e fugge via, e poi
cosa rimane dentro noi, questa celeste nostalgia
questo saperti da sempre ancora, ancora mia
Il bene profondo non si offende
si spegne se è il caso e poi riaccende
passione violenta sia, comprendimi amica mia... tu puoi
tutto normale tra di noi, cara celeste nostalgia
dolce compagna di storie d'amore sempre mia
Vederti un istante sopra un treno
partire su altro e andar lontano
un lampo negli occhi ciao, d'accordo fa male ciao... ma tu
dentro di me, non muori più, azzurra celeste nostalgia
qualche parola affettuosa, è un po' poco però per noi, forse no
Amore mio grande amica mia
cara celeste nostalgia... un'ora un giorno, una vita
che cosa vuoi che sia... resti mia

Ford Econoline
Composer(s): Nanci Griffith
Performer(s): Nanci Griffith



She drove west from Salt Lake City 
to the California coastline
She hit the San Diego Freeway doing sixty miles an hour
She had a husband on her bumper
She had five restless children
She was singing sweet as a mockingbird in that Ford Econoline

She's the salt of the earth 
Straight from the bosom of the Mormon church 
With a voice like wine 
Cruising along in that Ford Econoline 
Now her husband was a gambler, he was a Salt Lake City rambler
He built a golden cage around his silver-throated wife
Too many nights he left her crying with his cheating and his lying
But his big mistake was him buying her that Ford Econoline

She's the salt of the earth 
Straight from the bosom of the Mormon church 
With a voice like wine 
Cruising along in that Ford Econoline 
Now her husband was a gambler, he was a Salt Lake City rambler
He built a golden cage around his silver-throated wife
Too many nights he left her crying with his cheating and his lying
But his big mistake was him buying her that Ford Econoline

She's the salt of the earth 
Straight from the bosom of the Mormon church 
With a voice like wine 
Cruising along in that Ford Econoline 
Now her husband was a gambler, he was a Salt Lake City rambler
He built a golden cage around his silver-throated wife
Too many nights he left her crying with his cheating and his lying
But his big mistake was him buying her that Ford Econoline

Now she sings her songs around this country
From Seattle to Montgomery
Those kids are grown and that rounder knows
You cannot cage your wife
Along the back roads of our nation, she's become a living legend
She drives a Coupe DeVille but her heart rides still
In that Ford Econoline
She drives a Coup DeVille but her heart rides still
In that Ford Econoline

The Girl From Yesterday
Composer(s): Glenn Frey - Jack Tempchin
Performer(s): Eagles



It wasn't really sad the way they said good-bye
Or maybe it just hurt so bad she couldn't cry
He packed his things, walked out the door and drove away
And she became the girl from yesterday

He took a plane across the sea to some foreign land
She stayed at home and tried so hard to understand
How someone who had been so close could be so far away
And she became the girl from yesterday

She doesn't know what's right
She doesn't know what's wrong
She only knows the pain that comes from waiting so long
And she doesn't count the teardrops
That she's cried while he's away
Because she knows deep in her heart
That he'll be back someday

The light's on in the window; she's waiting by the phone
Talking to a memory that's never coming home
She dreams of his returning and the things that he might say
But she'll always be the girl from yesterday
Yeah, she'll always be the girl from yesterday

Celery Stalks At Midnight
Composer(s): Carl Sigman - Will Bradley - George Harris
Performer(s): Will Bradley & His Orch.
and multiple other artists



Celery stalks at midnight
Lurking in the moonlight
What's this funny nightmare
All about

Celery stalks at midnight
Mounted on their broomsticks
Gliding through the treetops
In and out

It's like a bad dream
A crazy kind of mad dream
Must have been something that I ate
No doubt

Celery stalks at midnight
Lurking in the moonlight
What's this very funny nightmare
All about

Força Estranha
Composer(s): Caetano Veloso
Performer(s): Roberto Carlos;
Brazil Inc.; Gal Costa; Caetano Veloso



Eu vi o menino correndo, eu vi o tempo
Brincando ao redor do caminho daquele menino
Eu pus os meus pés no riacho e acho que nunca os tirei
O sol ainda brilha na estrada e eu nunca passei

Eu vi a mulher preparando outra pessoa
O tempo parou para eu olhar para aquela barriga
A vida é amiga da arte, é a parte que o sol me ensinou
O sol que atravessa essa estrada que nunca passou

Por isso uma força me leva a cantar
Por isso essa força estranha
Por isso é que eu canto, não posso parar
Por isso essa voz tamanha

Eu vi muitos cabelos brancos na fronte do artista
O tempo não pára e no entanto ele nunca envelhece
Aquele que conhece o jogo do fogo, das coisas que são
É o sol, é o tempo, é a estrada, é o pé e é o chão

Eu vi muitos homens brigando, ouvi seus gritos
Estive no fundo de cada vontade encoberta
E a coisa mais certa de todas as coisas não vale um caminho sob o sol
É o sol sobre a estrada, é o sol sobre a estrada, é o sol

Girl From Ipanema Goes To Greenland
Composer(s): Kate Pierson - Keith Strickland - Robert Meriwether Waldrop - Cindy Wilson - Ricky Wilson - Fred Schneider
First release by: The B-52's - 1986



Girl from Ipanema, she goes to Greenland
Girl from Ipanema, she goes to Greenland

Witch doctors are screaming
Nymphs are dreaming
This girl's lost someone
Who is that someone
She's leaving

Girl from Ipanema, she goes to Greenland
Girl from Ipanema, she goes to Greenland

Hot latitudes, cool attitudes
She's leaving
Moon in her mirror
Chasing northern lights
She goes, ahhh

Girl from Ipanema, she goes to Greenland

Remember, wherever you go
There you are

Girl from Ipanema, she goes to Greenland
Girl from Ipanema, she goes to Greenland

Celebration Of The Year
Composer(s): John Pantry
Performer(s): John Pantry; The Fortunes



The celebration of the year, oohooh

There's a time for forgetting all the things that she's done wrong
And the time for regretting the getting along before
When you're standing on your own it's not at all the way you planned
And no-one new is there and see
When you're wishing she come home 'cause she would understand
Then there would be

The celebration of the year, oh my love
The celebration, that my dear, would be ours

But sometimes I get to thinking maybe I was in the wrong
(Maybe I was in the wrong)
And if only I can see you now then we would get along
But I know I'm only dreaming and that I can hope to find
The same girl that I loved before
And that there could only be her to other girls I'm blind
Wish I was sure

The celebration of the year, oh my love
The celebration, that my dear, would be ours

The celebration of the year, oh my love
The celebration, that my dear, would be ours

Forbidden Love
Composer(s): John Elliott; Harold Spina
Performer(s): Teddy Johnson & Pearl Carr



They say your lips can never quite be mine
I mustn't kiss your trembling lips divine
That you must be forbidden love to me
Such sweet forbidden ecstasy to me
It isn't fair to want you as I do
And be denied the loveliness of you
Your haunting eyes have put the stars to shame
Your tender sighs have set my soul aflame
But you're not mine so you must ever be
Forbidden love, forbidden love to me

Your tender sighs have set my soul aflame
But you're not mine so you must ever be
Forbidden love, forbidden love to me

The Girl Can't Help It
Composer(s): Bobby Troup
First release by: Little Richard and His Band - 1956
Covered by multiple other artists



If she walks by the men all stand engrossed
She can't help it, the girl can't help it
If she winks an eye bread slices turn to toast
She can't help it, the girl can't help it
Yes, she's got a lot of what they call the most
She can't help it, the girl can't help it

The girl can't help it if she was born to please
And if she's got a figure made to squeeze
Oh won't you kindly be aware
The girl can't help it

She mesmerizes every mother's son
She can't help it, the girl can't help it
And if she smiles their steak becomes well done
She can't help it, the girl can't help it
She makes grampa feel like twenty-one
She can't help it, the girl can't help it

The girl can't help it if she was born to please
She can't help it, the girl can't help it
And if I go to her on bended knees
She can't help it, the girl can't help it
Oh won't you kindly be aware that I can't help it
Just can't help it
'Cause oh, I'm hopin' obviously
That someday the answer will be
The girl can't help it if she's in love with me

She walks by the men all stand in rows
Yes she winks an eye...
Yes she's got a lot of what they call the most

Well, the girl can't help it if she was born to please
And if she's got a figure made to squeeze
'Cause oh I'm hopin' obviously
That someday the answer will be
The girl can't help it if she's in love with me

Celebration Day
Composer(s): John Paul Jones - Jimmy Page - Robert Plant
First release by: Led Zeppelin - 1970



Her face is cracked from smilin'
All the fears that she's been hidin'
and is seems that pretty soon, everybody's gonna know
And her voice is sore from shoutin'
Cheerin' winners who are losin'
and she wonders if their days are few
and soon they'll have to go

My, my, my, I'm so happy, I'm gonna join the band
We're gonna dance and sing in celebration
We're in the promised land

She hears them talk of new ways to protect the home she lives in
then she wonders what it's all about
when they break down the door
Her name is Brown or White or Black, you know her very well
You hear her cries of "mercy" as the winners toll the bell

My, my, my, I'm so happy, I'm gonna join the band, yeah
We're gonna sing and dance in celebration
A-we're in the promised land

Oh, there is a train that leaves the station
headed for your destination
but the price you pay to nowhere has increased a dollar more
Yes, it has
And if you walk you're gonna get there
although it takes just a little longer
and when you see 'em in the distance
you will wring your hands and moan

Oh, yeah, you'll moan
Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, you will moan
You're gone, you're gone, you're gone, yeah
You're gone, yeah
My, my, my, my, my, my, my, my, my, my, my, my, my, my
You are gone, you are gone, my, my, yeah

If you walk, you're gonna get there
although it takes a little longer
and when you see them in the distance
you will wring your hands and moan

Forbidden Love
Composer(s): Steve Allen
Performer(s): Andy Williams



Forbidden love, this love of ours is wrong
A hidden love that cannot last for long
We have no right to happiness like this
So let your tears erase my every kiss
We must forget this love that could not be
Though had we met when both our hearts were free
We might have built a world worth dreaming of
But now goodbye and bless you, my forbidden love

We might have built a world worth dreaming of
But now goodbye and bless you, my forbidden love
But now goodbye and bless you, my forbidden love

The Girl At The Ironing Board
Composer(s): Harry Warren - Al Dubin
Performer(s): Joan Blondell; Busby Berkeley; The Chorines



Many a poor little rich girl is sad
Inside of a palace of gold
She's never known all the dreams that I've had
Her life is completely cold

But a girl who works in a laundry
Has a dream lover all of her own
A lover unseen, whose love she keeps clean
With water and soap, and a washing machine
Oh, she loves to launder his linen
Ev'ry collar and shirt is adored
And she loves all the stitches
In his flannel britches
The girl at the ironing board

Scrub and rub, rub and scrub
We do the neighborhood washing
Scrub and rub in a tub
Rub-a-dub-dub, boop-a-doo!

Just a girl who works in a laundry
Who's in love with a man of her dreams
Her lover unseen, whose clothes she keeps clean
With water and soap, and a washing machine
When she sees a button is missing
She'll replace it of her own accord
As she fondles each sock
She can love him by proxy
The girl at the ironing board

I know a princess somewhere in this land
Who leans o'er a washtub each day
But o'er the washtub her daydreams are grand
Even the soap-suds can't wash them away

But a girl who works in a laundry
Has a dream lover all of her own
A lover unseen, whose love she keeps clean
With water and soap, and a washing machine
Oh, she loves to launder his linen
Ev'ry collar and shirt is adored
And she loves all the stitches
In his flannel britches
The girl at the ironing board

Scrub and rub, rub and scrub
We do the neighborhood washing
Scrub and rub in a tub
Rub-a-dub-dub, boop-a-doo!

Just a girl who works in a laundry
Who's in love with a man of her dreams
Her lover unseen, whose clothes she keeps clean
With water and soap, and a washing machine
When she sees a button is missing
She'll replace it of her own accord
As she fondles each sock
She can love him by proxy
The girl at the ironing board

I know a princess somewhere in this land
Who leans o'er a washtub each day
But o'er the washtub her daydreams are grand
Even the soap-suds can't wash them away

Up in the steam clouds her dream man she sees
A palace around her soon grows
Mangles keep churning out love melodies
Soap suds just smell like the pure eau-de-rose

Celebration
Composer(s): Ronald Bell - Eumir Deodato - James Taylor - Robert Bell -
Robert Mickens - Dennis Thomas - George Brown - Claydes Charles Smith
First release by: Kool & the Gang - 1980
Covered by multiple other artists



Yahoo! This is your celebration
Yahoo! This is your celebration
Celebrate good times, come on! (Let's celebrate)
Celebrate good times, come on! (Let's celebrate)
There's a party goin' on right here
A celebration to last throughout the years
So bring your good times, and your laughter too
We gonna celebrate your party with you
Come on now
Celebration
Let's all celebrate and have a good time
Celebration
We gonna celebrate and have a good time
It's time to come together
It's up to you, what's your pleasure
Everyone around the world
Come on!
Yahoo! It's a celebration
Yahoo!
Celebrate good times, come on!
It's a celebration
Celebrate good times, come on!
Let's celebrate
We're gonna have a good time tonight
Let's celebrate, it's all right
We're gonna have a good time tonight
Let's celebrate, it's all right
Baby ...
We're gonna have a good time tonight (Ce-le-bra-tion)
Let's celebrate, it's all right
We're gonna have a good time tonight (Ce-le-bra-tion)
Let's celebrate, it's all right
Yahoo!
Yahoo!
Celebrate good times, come on! (Let's celebrate)
Celebrate good times, come on!
It's a celebration!
Celebrate good times, come on! (Let's celebrate)
Come on and celebrate, good times, tonight (Celebrate good times, come on!)
'Cause everything's gonna be all right
Let's celebrate (Celebrate good times, come on)
(Let's celebrate) ... 

Forbidden Games - 1963 (aka Romance Of Love - 2002)
(Adapted from: Romance - 1934)
Composer(s): Narciso Yepes; Marc Lanjean; B. Parker
Performer(s): Miriam Makeba

Titles In Other Languages:
1969 - Le Souvenir
1970 - San Salvador
1975 - Quiero
1977 - Amour Défendu
1983 - Ton Prénom Dans Mon Coeur
2007 - Tu Nombre
2008 - La Ballade Des Jeux Interdits



Though it's forbidden for my arms to hold you
And though it's forbidden, my tears must have told you
That I hold you secretly each time we meet
In these forbidden games that I play

Though it's forbidden in dim, quiet places
To capture the rainbows my aching heart chases
My bittersweet esctasies come to me here
In these forbidden games that I play

Everyone knows you belong to another
Spinning your magic for her and no other
Still, I've been content to be part of this fantasy
Part of this game that I play

Though it's forbidden and you'll love me never
I'll keep my love hidden and love you forever
Through countless eternities you will be mine
In these forbidden games that I play

Everyone knows you belong to another
Spinning your magic for her and no other
Still, I've been content to be part of this fantasy
Part of this game that I play

Though it's forbidden and you'll love me never
I'll keep my love hidden and love you forever
Through countless eternities you will be mine
In these forbidden games that I play
In these forbidden games that I play
In these forbidden games that I play

The Gift You Are
Composer(s): John Denver
Performer(s): John Denver



Imagine a month of sundays
Each one a cloudy day
Imagine the moment the sun came shining through
Imagine that ray of sunshine as you

Remember your darkest hour
With dawn still far away
Remember the way that you longed for morning’s light
And think of yourself as a candle in the night

Make believe this is the first day
Everything all brand new
Make believe that the sun is your own lucky star
And then understand the kind of gift you are

The gift you are
Like the very first breath of spring
The gift you are
All the joy that love can bring
The gift you are
All of our dreams come true
The gift you are
The gift of you

You are the promise of all the ages
You are the prodigal son
You are the vision of prophets and sages
You are the only one

Dream of a bright tomorrow
Know that your dream will come true
Carry your dream in a sparkling crystal jar
Then you will know the kind of gift you are

The gift you are
Like the very first breath of spring
The gift you are
All the joy that love can bring
The gift you are
All of our dreams come true
The gift you are
The gift of you

The gift you are
Like the very first breath of springtime
The gift you are
All the joy that love can bring
The gift you are
All of our dreams come true - yes they do
The gift you are
The gift of you
The gift you are
The gift of you

Celebrate Youth
Composer(s): Rick Springfield
Performer(s): Rick Springfield



I can see the older man
Looking at the younger man
I can see the younger man
Looking at the boy
Other there the older woman
Is looking at the younger woman
I can see the younger woman
Looking at the girl

'Cause every man sees
In the younger man the hope
Every woman sees
In the younger girl the dream
Everybody lives
The pride and passion of the young
From the womb to the tomb
we will remember what it means

So celebrate youth (celebrate)
Those who have it (young ones)
Celebrate youth (celebrate)
Give them sight
The future of the world's in the (celebrate)
Hands of the children (young ones)
So celebrate youth (celebrate)
Teach them right

Look in a child's eye
There's no hate and there's no lie
There's no black and there's no white

I can see the older man
And sometimes in the older man
I still see the young boy
Burning in his eye

And locked up here inside out spirit
Is the child that we are hear it
Some of us will always fear it
And some will heed the cry

So celebrate youth (celebrate)
Those who have it (young ones)
Celebrate youth (celebrate)
Give them sight
The future of the world's in the (celebrate)
Hands of the children (young ones)
So celebrate youth (celebrate)
Teach them right