The Second Arrangement
Performer(s): Steely Dan



Pour out the wine, little girl
I've got just two friends in this whole wide world
Here's to reckless lovers
We all need somebody
Stashed in the yellow Jag
I've got my life and laundry in a Gladstone bag
You should know the program
Just one red rose and a tender goodbye
[One last goodbye]

And I run to the second arrangement
It's only the natural thing
Who steps out with no regrets
A sparkling conscience
A new address
When I run to the second arrangement
The home of a mutual friend
Now's the time to redefine the first arrangement again

It's a sticky situation
A serious affair
I must explain it to you somehow
Right now I'll just move back one square

Here comes that noise again
Another scrambled message from my last best friend
Something I can dance to
A song with tears in it
Old friends abandon me
It's just the routine politics of jealousy
Someday we'll remember
That one red rose and one last goodbye
[One last goodbye]

[Chorus] 

Cocaine Carolina
Composer(s): David Allan Coe
Performer(s): David Allan Coe



Morning found me lyin' on a floor in New Orleans
Looking like the patches was about to eat my jeans
Feeling like my belly was a warehouse for the blues
And I sure miss my sweet Cocaine Carolina
Better on an ocean liner call the Cocaine Carolina
She was quite a lady then and I was twenty two
God knows how much I adored her I just never could afford her
Cocaine Carolina how did I get hooked on you
So goodbye Cocaine Carolina you and I are through
I'm going back to Sandy Skag she knows just what to do
She don't love me for my money she just wants my body honey
Cocaine Carolina how did I get hooked on you

Oh someone said if I was lucky I could go back to Kentucky
Lexington was famous for its bluegrass and its hills
Carolina we should get up don't you know we'll have to split up
Baby I should go to California
Goodbye Cocaine Carolina...
Oh goodbye Cocaine Carolina...
Oh goodbye Cocaine Carolina...

Rhythm Of My Heart
Composer(s): John Capek; Marc Jordan
Performer(s): Rod Stewart;
and various other artists



Across the street the river runs 
Down in the gutter life is slipping away
Let me still exist in another place
Running down under cover 
Of a helicopter blade

The flames are getting higher 
In effigy
Burning down the bridges of my memory
Love may still alive 
somewhere someday 
where they're downing only deer 
a hundred steel towns away

Oh, rhythm of my heart 
is beating like a drum 
with the words "I Love you" 
rolling off my tongue 
No never will I roam 
for I know my place is home
Where the ocean meets the sky
I'll be sailing

Photographs and kerosene 
light up my darkness
light it up
light it up 
I can still feel the touch 
of your thin blue jeans
Running down the alley 
I've got my eyes all over you, baby
Oh, baby

Oh, the rhythm of my heart 
is beating like a drum 
with the words "I Love you" 
rolling off my tongue
No never will I roam 
for I know my place is home
Where the ocean meets the sky
I'll be sailing

Oh, yeah

Oh, I've got lightning in my veins
shifting like the handle 
of a slot machine
Love may still exist 
in another place 
I'm just yanking back the handle
no expression on my face

Oh, the rhythm of my heart 
is beating like a drum 
with the words "I Love you" 
rolling off my tongue
No never will I roam 
for I know my place is home
Where the ocean meets the sky
I'll be sailing

Oh, the rhythm of my heart 
is beating like a drum 
with the words "I Love you" 
rolling off my tongue
No never will I roam 
for I know my place is home
Where the ocean meets the sky
I'll be sailing

The rhythm of my heart 
is beating like a drum 
with the words "I Love you" rolling off my tongue. 
No never will I roam
for I know my place is home
Where the ocean meets the sky
I'll be sailing

The Seaside Band
Composer(s): Kenneth Blain
Performer(s): Arthur Askey



Once, at the seaside, feeling very restless
I ran down tuppence and I rolled on the pier          
Hadn't gone far when the strains of music
Floated on the breeze and landed in my ear
I quickened up me steps for I love nice noises             
Very soon arrived right opposite the band
Saw the conductor on a lemonade box
With his little baton stuck up in his right hand

One two three four, off went the cornet
Five six seven eight, the fiddles followed too
A man in the corner playing on the piccolo
Keeping time with the sole of his boot
Right behind him was a fellow with the trombone
Blowing like the devil with his cheeks out wide
Working so hard that both his little eyeballs
Left their sockets and stood outside

Hanging on a rostrum, a drummer, very lonely
Drums all round like bees in a swarm
Looking very cold with his nose quite scarlet
Banging on the cymbals to keep himself warm
Opposite to him was the man with the toupee
Spitting down a reed - what a nasty man!
Sitting next to him was a fellow with a French horn
Full of soul and bitter beer, tuppence on the can          
                                                                     
Fellow with a cello, boom boom boom boom
Trying very hard to saw it in two
His pal with the double bass, cuddling it fondly
Looking like a camel with a dose of the flu
Man with a piccolo, fed up with the dancing
Sick and tired of hearing the same old toot
Thought he'd like a change so he put it down beside him
And then started messing with a full size flute

Man with the bassoon, nothing on his music
Acted like a mute, never said a word
Just as I thought he was going to fall asleep
He picked up his bassoon and gave us all the bird
Then a little man with walrus whiskers
How he got his breath, well I don't know
Found he got his fungus stuffed up the mouthpiece          
And wondered why he couldn't play his little oboe         

Man with the trombone lost his temper
Thought they could not hear him and said, 'Here goes'
Took a long breath and threw all of his false teeth                 
Right on the bridge of the conductor's nose
Then the conductor, getting very angry
Raised his other hand, with a rum-tum-tum
Caused such a draught that the man with the harp 
Went clean through the air and fell through the drum

Bang bang bang went the man with the cymbals
Toodle-oodle-oo went the flute so gay
Fiddles and violas screaming like the wind
And the cornet broke his promise, trying to reach top A          
What a pandemonium everybody different
Each with the other one, trying to compete
Strange to relate it must've been a fluke
But they all finished dead on the same down-beat

Oh, Rule Britannia, they kept the party clean
And I felt sorry when they played
God Save Our Queen

Cocaine Blues
Composer(s): Rev. Gary Davies
Performer(s): Nick Drake



Come, my baby
Dressed in white
Hey, baby
Won't you stay the night

Cocaine
All around my brain

Come, my baby
Dressed in red
Hey, baby
Won't you come to bed

Cocaine
All around my brain

Hey, baby
Won't you please come quick
This old cocaine
Is making me sick

Cocaine
All around my brain

Come, my baby
Dressed in green
Hey, baby
Can't be seen

Cocaine
All around my brain

Hey, baby
Won't you please come quick
This old cocaine
Is making me sick

Cocaine
All around my brain

Cocaine
All around my brain 

Rhythm Of Love
Composer(s): Jon Anderson;
Tony Kaye; Trevor Rabin; Chris Squire
Performer(s): Yes



Innocence no answer 
To your breaking heart 
If the situation 
Sometimes falls apart 
Then in this ecstasy 
Your charms are frozen 
No emotion falling through your arms 
Morning, daydream, time still growing shorter 
Take me over lead me to the water 
To the rhythm of love 
The rhythm of love 
The rhythm of love 
Why should I escort you 
To your secret needs 
Climbing up your ladder 
I keep falling down 
Anyway will do 
Anyone will do 
When you dance to your darkest tune 
Surrounded 
As you crawl around the room 
Night time fever burning till you're higher 
Take me over lead me through the fire 
The rhythm of love 
To the rhythm of love 
The rhythm of love 
To the rhythm of love 
Morning daydream midnight fever 
Morning daydream midnight fever 
Inhibitions keep you from your point of view 
Information needing to confuse 
In this situation I have found you 
In the rhythm of 
Morning daydream midnight fever 
Morning daydream midnight fever 
Rhythm of love 
Rhythm of love 
To the rhythm of love 
Rhythm of love

The Searchers
Composer(s): Stan Jones
Performer(s): The Sons Of The Pioneers



What makes a man to wander?
What makes a man to roam?
What makes a man leave bed and board
And turn his back on home?
Ride away, ride away, ride away
A man will search his heart and soul
Go searchin' way out there
His peace of mind he knows he'll find
But where, oh Lord, Lord where?
Ride away, ride away, ride away

Cocaine Blues ((aka Transfusion Blues (by Johnny Cash) - 1960))
((Adapted from: Little Sadie (by Hedy West) - 1967))
Composer(s): Traditional - T.J. Arnall
Performer(s): George Thorogood & The Destroyers
and multiple other artists



Early one mornin' while makin' the rounds
I took a shot of cocaine and I shot my woman down
I went right home and I went to bed 
I stuck that lovin' 44 beneath my head

Got up next mornin' and I grabbed that gun 
Took a shot of cocaine and away I run
Made a good run but I ran too slow 
They overtook me down in Juarez Mexico

Late in the hot joints takin' the pills 
In walked the sheriff from Jericho Hill
He said Willy Lee your name is not Jack Brown
You're the dirty heck that shot your woman down

Said yes, oh yes my name is Willy Lee 
If you've got the warrant just a-read it to me
Shot her down because she made me sore
I thought I was her daddy but she had five more

When I was arrested I was dressed in black
They put me on a train and they took me back
Had no friend for to go my bail 
They slapped my dried up carcass in that county jail

Early next mornin' bout a half past nine 
I spied the sheriff coming down the line
Ah, and he coughed as he cleared his throat
He said come on you dirty heck into that district court

Into the courtroom my trial began 
Where I was handled by twelve honest men
Just before the jury started out 
I saw the little judge commence to look about

In about five minutes in walked the man 
Holding the verdict in his right hand
The verdict read murder in the first degree 
I hollered Lawdy Lawdy, have a mercy on me

The judge he smiled as he picked up his pen 
99 years in the Folsom pen
99 years underneath that ground 
I can't forget the day I shot that bad bitch down

Come on you've gotta listen unto me 
Lay off that whiskey and let that cocaine be

Rhythm Nation
Composer(s): James Harris;
Janet Jackson; Terry Lewis
Performer(s): Janet Jackson;
The Countdown Singers; David Davidson



With music by our side
To break the color lines
Let's work together
To improve our way of life
Join voices in protest
To social injustice
A generation full of courage
Come forth with me

Chorus:
People of the world today
Are we looking for a better way of life
We are a part of the rhythm nation
People of the world unite
Strength in numbers we can get it right
One time
We are a part of the rhythm nation

This is the test
No struggle no progress
Lend a hand to help
Your brother do his best
Things are getting worse
We have to make them better
It's time to give a damn
Let's work together come on

Repeat Chorus

The Seal Of Seasons
Composer(s): Marc Bolan
Performer(s): T. Rex



The seal of seasons moved with grace 
Love 
Upon the Orkney oceans face 
Love 
She swam and moved 
Just like a prancer 
A gypsy dancer 
A salty shimmered shell of foam

Out of the depths she stood before me 
One breath and shells grew on my nut tree 
It swayed and swum 
Just like a prancer 
A gypsy dancer 
A salty shimmered shell of foam

Her night it came and then she hooked her head 
Unto the fleeing sun and then she fled 
And flew away 
Just like a prancer 
A gypsy dancer 
A salty shimmered shell of foam

Cocaine Bill And Morphine Sue 
(Traditional)



Cocaine Bill and Morphine Sue 
Strolling down the avenue two by two

Oh, honey 
won't you have a little sniff on me
Have a sniff on me

Said Sue to Bill: "It'll do no harm
If we both just have a little shot in the arm" 

Said Bill to Sue: "I can't refuse
'Cause there's no more kick in this darned ol' booze" 

So they walked down first and they turned up main
Looking for a place they could buy cocaine

They came to a drugstore full of smoke
Where they saw a little sign sayin' "No more coke" 

Now in the graveyard on the hill
Lies the body of Cocaine Bill

And in a grave right by his side
Lies the body of his cocaine bride

All o' you cokies is a-gonna be dead 
If you don't stop a-sniffin that stuff in your head

Now where they went, no one can tell 
It might have been heaven or it might have been ... Sniff”

Rhythm And Blue Jean Baby
Composer(s): Lynsey De Paul
Performer(s): Lynsey De Paul



Who's the guy with the dancing feet
makes my heart start thumping with a rhythmy beat
it's my once in a lifetime, rhythm and blue jean baby

Get myself ready on a Saturday Night
with my eye lids painted and my dress real tight
for my one in a million  rhythm and blue jean baby

We'll hear some soul and a little rock
keep on dancing till the music stops
for my be-bop-a-loo-la, rhythm and blue jean baby

Heh, Heh, Heh

Yooo oooh

We'll hear some soul and a little rock
keep on dancing till the music stops
for my one in a million, rhythm and blue jean baby

Who's the guy with the dancing feet
makes my heart start thumping with a rhythmy beat
it's my once in a lifetime, rhythm and blue jean baby

my be-bop-a-loo-la, rhythm and blue jean baby

Keep on dancing till the music stops
for little bit of soul and a lot of rock

Keep on dancing till the music stops
for little bit of soul and a lot of rock

Keep on dancing till the music stops
for little bit of soul and a lot of rock

The Scottish Soldier
(Traditional)



There was a soldier, a Scottish soldier
Who wandered far away and soldiered far away
There was none bolder, with good broad shoulder
He's fought in many a fray, and fought and won
He'd seen the glory and told the story
Of battles glorious and deeds neforious
But now he's sighing, his heart is crying
To leave these green hills of Tyrol
Because these green hills are not highland hills
Or the island hills, the're not my land's hills
And fair as these green foreign hills may be
They are not the hills of home

And now this soldier, this Scottish soldier
Who wandered far away and soldiered far away
Sees leaves are falling and death is calling
And he will fade away, in that far land
He called his piper, his trusty piper
And bade him sound a lay... a pibroch sad to play
Upon a hillside, a Scottish hillside
Not on these green hills of Tyrol

And so this soldier, this Scottish soldier
Will wander far no more and soldier far no more
And on a hillside, a Scottish hillside
You'll see a piper play his soldier home
He'd seen the glory, he'd told his story
Of battles glorious and deeds victorious
The bugles cease now, he is at peace now
Far from those green hills of Tyrol

Cocaine
Composer(s): J.J. Cale
Originally performed by: J.J. Cale
Covered by various other artists



If you want to hang out, you've got to take her out, cocaine
If you want to get down, get down on the ground, cocaine
She don't lie, she don't lie, she don't lie, cocaine
If you got bad news, you want to kick them blues, cocaine
When your day is done and you got to run, cocaine
She don't lie, she don't lie, she don't lie, cocaine
If your thing is gone and you want to ride on, cocaine
Don't forget this fact, you can't get it back, cocaine
She don't lie, she don't lie, she don't lie, cocaine

Rhymes And Reasons
Composer(s): John Denver
Performer(s): John Denver; Peter, Paul and Mary



So you speak to me in sadness 
and the coming of the winter
fear that is within you now that seems to never end
and the dreams that have escaped you and the hope that you've forgotten
and you tell me that you need me now and you want to be my friend
and you wonder where we're going, where's the rhyme, where's the reason
and it's you cannot accept it is here we must begin
to seek the wisdom of the children
and the graceful way of flowers in the wind
For the children and the flowers are my sisters and my brothers
their laughter and their loveliness would clear a cloudy day
Like the music of the mountains and the colours of the rainbow
they're a promise of the future and the blessing for today
Though the cities start to crumble and the towers fall around us
the sun is slowly fading and it's colder than the sea
it is written: From the desert to the mountains they shall lead us
by the hand and by the heart they will comfort you and me
In their innocence and trusting, they will teach us to be free
For the children and the flowers are my sisters and my brothers
their laughter and their loveliness would clear a cloudy day
And the song that I am singing is a prayer to unbelievers
come and stand beside us we can find a better way

The Scotsman
Composer(s): Mike Cross
Performer(s): Bryan Bowers
and multiple other artists



Well, a Scotsman clad in kilt left a bar one evening fair
And one could tell by how he walked that he'd drunk more than his share
He fumbled 'round until he could no longer keep his feet
And he stumbled off into the grass to sleep beside the street

Ring ding diddle iddle ay dee oh
Ring di diddly ay oh
And he stumbled off into the grass to sleep beside the street

About that time two young and lovely girls just happend by
One says to the other with a twinkle in her eye
"See yon sleeping Scotsman, so strong and handsome built?
I wonder if it's true what they don't wear beneath the kilt!"

Ring ding diddle iddle ay dee oh
Ring di diddly ay oh
And he stumbled off into the grass to sleep beside the street

They crept up on that sleeping Scotsman quiet as could be
Lifted up his kilt about an inch so they could see
And there, behold, for them to view beneath his Scotish skirt
Was nothin' more than God had graced him with upon his birth

Ring ding diddle iddle ay dee oh
Ring di diddly ay oh
And he stumbled off into the grass to sleep beside the street

They marvelled for a moment, then one said: "We must be gone
Let's leave a present for our friend before we move along"
As a gift they left a blue silk ribbon tied into a bow
Around the bonnie star the Scot's kilt did lift and show

Ring ding diddle iddle ay dee oh
Ring di diddly ay oh
And he stumbled off into the grass to sleep beside the street

Now the Scotsman woke to nature's call, and stumbled towards the trees
Behind the bush he lifts his kilt, and gawks at what he sees
And in a startled voice he says, to what's before his eyes
"Oh, lad I don't know where ye been, but I see ye won first prize!"

Ring ding diddle iddle ay dee oh
Ring di diddly ay oh
And he stumbled off into the grass to sleep beside the street

Coca Cola Cowboy
Composer(s): Sam Atchley; Bud Dain; Steve Dorff; Sandy Pinkard
Performer(s): Mel Tillis



I called collect on the phone
You say you're tired and alone
But it sounds like someone else is lying there
She said don't call me no more
Don't you knock on my door
It's too late now, and I know you'll never change
She said....

You're just a Coca Cola cowboy
You got an Eastwood smile, and Robert Redford hair
But you walked across my heart like it was Texas
And you taught me how to say I just don't care

She said just leave me alone
And let me hang up this phone
'Cause he'll see me cry, and think I still love you
Please don't call me no more
I changed the locks on my door
It's time you understood that we are through

She said....
You're just a Coca Cola cowboy
You got an Eastwood smile, and Robert Redford hair
But you walked across my heart like it was Texas
And you taught me how to say I just don't care

She said...
You're just a Coca Cola cowboy
You got an Eastwood smile, and Robert Redford hair
But you walked across my heart like it was Texas
And you taught me how to say I just don't care

Yes she taught me how to say I just don't care 

Rhumboogie
Composer(s): Hughie Prince; Don Raye
Performer(s): The Andrews Sisters;
and various other artists



All Harlem's got a brand new rhythm
And it's burning up the dance floors 
Because it's so hot 
They took a little rhumba rhythm
And they added boogie-woogie
And-a look what they've got 

Rhumboogie
Rhumboogie-woogie
It's Harlem's new creation 
With a Cuban syncopation 
It's a killer

Rhumboogie
Rhumboogie-woogie
The native rhythm haunts you
It's barbaric and it taunts you 
It's a killer

Just plant your both feet on each side
Let both your hips and shoulders glide
Then throw your body back and ride
There's nothing like... 

Rhumboogie
Rhumboogie-woogie
In Harlem or Havana 
You can kiss the old Savanna
It's a killer

Oh, beat me daddy, eight-to-the-bar

Rhumboogie
Rhumboogie-woo-oogie
It's Harlem's new creation 
With a Cuban syncopation 
It's a killer

Rhumboogie
Rhu-umboogie-woo-oogie
The native rhythm haunts you
It's barbaric and it taunts you 
It's a killer

Just plant you toes and both feet on the side
Let both your hips and shoulders glide
Then throw your body back and ride
Think a little of 
The rhumba
The boogie
The woogie
Then put them
Both all together
You have rhumboogie... 

Then all together sing rhumboogie
Rhumboogie-woogie
Rhumboogie
In Harlem or Havana 
It'll kiss the old Savanna 
It's a killer
It's a killer this rhumboogie

Rhumboogie
Rhumboogie
Rhumboogie-woogie-woogie-woogie-woogie
Do-do-do-do-diddleyada-do-diddleyada-do-do-dee
There's nothing like rhumboogie!

Doe Dat Nog Een Keertje Met Mij 
((Adapted from: Do That To Me One More Time (Captain & Tennille) - 1979))
((Finnish Version: Tee Se Vielä Uudestaan (Mona Carita) - 1980))
Composer(s): Toni Tennille - Christill
Performer(s): Frank Galan & Sandra Kim - 1997



Doe dat nog een keertje met mij
Eén keer is niet genoeg met iemand als jij
Doe dat nog een keertje met mij
Want ik krijg nooit genoeg van iemand als jij
Streel me zoals je net deed
Oh liefste, doe dat nog een keertje met mij

Zeg dat nog een keertje aan mij
Eén keer is niet genoeg wat jij me net zei
Zeg dat nog een keertje aan mij
Want ik hoor het niet genoeg ook al zit je dichtbij
Zeg die woorden nog eens zoals je net deed
Oh liefste, zeg dat nog een keertje aan mij

Doe dat nog een keertje met mij
Eén keer is niet genoeg met iemand als jij
Doe dat nog een keertje met mij
Want ik krijg nooit genoeg van iemand als jij
Streel me zoals je net deed
Oh liefste, doe dat nog een keertje met mij
Ohohoh liefste, doe dat nog een keertje met mij
Oh liefste, doe dat nog een keertje met mij...

Cobra De Vidro
Performer(s): Chico Buarque



Aos quatro cantos o seu corpo
Partido
Banido
Aos quatro ventos os seus quartos
Seus cacos 
De vidro
O seu veneno incomodando
A tua honra
O teu verão
Presta atenção

Aos quatro cantos suas tripas
De graça
De sobra
Aos quatro ventos os seus quartos
Deus cacos
De cobra
O seu veneno arruinando
A tua filha
A plantação
Presta atenção

Aos quatro cantos seus ganidos
Seu grito
Medonho
Aos quatro ventos os seus quartos
Seus cacos
De sonho
O seu veneno temperando
A tua veia 
O teu feijão
Presta atenção
Presta atenção
Presta atenção
Presta atenção
Presta atenção