To Ev'ry Girl - To Ev'ry Boy
Composer(s): Jerry Samuels - Barry Parker
Performer(s): Johnnie Ray



To ev'ry girl, to ev'ry boy
Whose empty heart has known no joy
This emptiness is part of your love story
Till you know the meaning of love
To ev'ry one who feels afraid
It's only Life that's on parade
And Life may bring you tears, in place of glory
Till you know the meaning of love
There may be pain
There may be misery
All this may be
Along with ecstacy
Don't think these things are far above you
It's always so, when someone loves you
Your day will come, Your eyes will shine
And you will cry, "This love is mine!"
And suddenly your heart will tell you
You know the meaning of love!

I Do
Composer(s): Melvin Mason; Frank Paden; John Paden; Jesse Smith; Willie Stephenson
First release by: The Marvelows - 1965



Two, one, two, three, four

Do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do
Do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do
Do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do
Do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do
Oh do I love you with all my heart
I do, I do now, yes I do

Do I want you to stay by my side
I do, I do now, yes I do

Do I want you to be all mine
I do, I do now, yes I do
And I love you my baby, yes I do
And I want you my baby
yeah, yeah I do now

Oh do I want you to stay by my side
I do, I do now, yes I do

Do I want you to be all mine
I do, I do now, yeah, yeah, I do now

Do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do
Do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do
Do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
And I love you my baby, yes I do
And I need you my baby, yes I do
yeah, yeah, yeah baby, yeah, yeah, yeah, baby
Do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do
Do, do, do, do, wah

Jeanie Jeanie Jeanie
Composer(s): George Motola; Page
Performer(s): Eddie Cochran;
and various other artists



Well, Jeanie, Jeanie, Jeanie, come and dance with me 
I'll a-teach you every dance from way across the sea 

Chorus: 
Yeah, first we'll hop 
Yeah yeah yeah, then we'll bop 
Yeah yeah yeah, then we'll stop 
Then rock & roll, we'll do the stroll 

Well, Jeanie, Jeanie, Jeanie, got my blue suede shoes 
My pink carnation & my black slacks too 

(chorus) 

Well, baby, baby, you won't have to wait 
I'll be ready at 8 
I keep a-knockin' at your front door 
All the cats are hoppin' at the big 5-4 

Jeanie, Jeanie, Jeanie, when we reach the hall 
We'll rock around the clock and really have a ball 

(chorus) 

Well, baby, baby, you won't have to wait 
I'll be ready at 8 
I keep a-knockin' at your front door 
All the cats are hoppin' at the big 5-4 

Jeanie, Jeanie, Jeanie, when we reach the hall 
We'll rock around the clock and really have a ball

Staying Young
Composer(s): Bob Merrill
Performer(s): Walter Pidgeon 
and multiple other artists



Damn, damn, damn!

A man is a fool to lose his temper
He plays right into the hand of his opponent
If a man perturbs the nerves that should be placid
Only stodges turn to acid

As they say in Christian Science, "Rise above it!"
Should an elephant be panicked by an ant
That's why a man's a fool to lose his temper
Over a miserable son-of-a-..., like that

Imagine that, that squeeky little rat
What an evil mind a man must have to make him so suspicious
His little angel with her turned up spout
I'll bet a lump of butter wouldn't melt in her mouth
My son Richard doesn't know the score yet
I'll bet Richard doesn't even know what girls are for yet

I should have taken that Macomber by the neck
Wiped up the porch with him
Dumped him in the grass
Punched him in the nose

I'm glad I'm not yet an old like that
And wind up losin' my hold like that
Should the truth be known
He's resentful of the young
'Cause he's over the hill, lookin' back
And his hindsight's all out o' wack

I'm glad I'm not yet an old like that
And wind up losin' my hold like that

The moon has a few new wrinkles
It shines a bit more silver now than gold
I'm stayin' young, I'm stayin' young
But everyone around me's growin' old

When life only rains in sprinkles
You've got to gather all your hands can hold
I'm stayin' young, I'm stayin' young
But everyone around me's growin' old

While love is still my jewel of recollection
No Valentine too 'fraid and frail to fold
So I'll go my heart's direction
My story's in the telling, not the told
I'm stayin' young, I'm stayin' young
It's wonderful the way I hold my own
When everything surrounding me has grown so old


Reprise:

The Moon has a few new wrinkles
It shines a bit more silver now than gold
I'm stayin' young, I'm stayin' young
But everything around me's growin' old

The house has the creaks and trembles
And winter leaves her shiverin' from cold
I'm stayin' young, I'm stayin' young
It's wonderful the way I hold my own
When everything surrounding me has grown so old

My Wife, she's gettin' old
I watch her when she walks and I feel a little ache
It really is amazing all the changes time can make
She asks me every day, "Is my hair getting grey?"
And I look, but just a bit beyond
And I say, "Hah, not grey, Dear, it's blonde"

I seek not for praise, but I have some days
When I look so young and sporty
I get looks from girls, from sweet things in curls
Some of them as young as forty

When I meet some friend or neighbour
I say it out of common decency
I always say, "Why, you ain't changed a day"
And then I have to laugh if they agree
'Cause everybody else is growin' old... like me!

I Do
Composer(s): Bert Keyes; Billy Dawn Smith
Performer(s): Johnny Maestro & The Crests



Little girl, I love you dearly
Won't you love me too

Will you take this young man for thee
Will you give your love eternally
If you want my heart say we'll never part
Say I do, say I do, I do

Will you always promise to obey
When I ask for kisses everyday
If you want to see just what love can be
Say I do, say I do

If you know of any reason why
We shouldn't be together
It will surely make me cry
For I need your love forever

But if you take this ring I offer you
Then I'll know for sure your love is true
No one could adore, ever love you more
Than I do, than I do

Jeanie
Composer(s): Mike Chapman; Nicky Chinn
Performer(s): Sweet



The nights in this lonely world
Makes this life for me
Seem like an empty shell
But I'll wait 'till time arrives
Then we'll be together and I'll realize

The time I spend
Just feeling blue
Is all worth while
Now I'm with you, Jeanie

The sails on the open sea
Try to take the thought of you
Away from me
The blue visions in my eyes
Constantly remain
And make me realize

The dreams I spend
Just looking through
Seem all worth while
Now I'm with you, Jeanie

And now through the morning light
Traces of your voice
That echo warm me night
You appear and the sun will rise
Reaching out through me
And then I'll realize

The time I spend
Just feeling blue
Is all worth while
Now I'm with you, Jeanie

The time I spend
Just feeling blue
Is all worth while
Now I'm with you, Jeanie

Yeah, the time I spend
Just feeling blue
Is all worth while
Now I'm with you, Jeanie

To Each His Own
Composer(s): Jay Livingston - Ray Evans
First release by: Al Martino - 1963
Covered by multiple other artists



A rose must remain with the sun and the rain
Or its lovely promise won't come true
To each his own, to each his own
And my own is you

What good is a song if the words just don't belong?
And a dream must be a dream for two
No good alone, to each his own
For me there's you

If a flame is to grow there must be a glow
To open each door there's a key
I need you, I know, I can't let you go
Your touch means too much to me

Two lips must insist on two more to be kissed
Or they'll never know what love can do
To each his own, I've found my own
One and only you

If a flame is to grow there must be a glow
To open each door there's a key
I need you, I know, I can't let you go
Your touch means too much to me

I Dig Rock And Roll Music
Composer(s): Dave Dixon; James Mason; Noel Paul Stookey
Performer(s): Peter, Paul and Mary
and multiple other artists



I dig Rock and Roll music and I love to get the chance to play (and sing it)
I figure it's about the happiest sound goin' down today
The message may not move me or mean a great deal to me
But hey! it feels so groovy to say

I dig the Mamas and the Papas at "The Trip" Sunset Strip in L.A.
And they got a good thing goin' when the words don't get in the way
And when they're really wailing, Michelle and Cass are sailin'
Hey! they really nail me to the wall

I dig Donovan in a dream-like, tripped out way
His crystal images tell you 'bout a brighter day
And when the Beatles tell you
They've got a word "love" to sell you
They mean exactly what they say

I dig Rock and Roll music I could really get it on in that scene.
I think I could say somethin' if you know what I mean
But if I really say it, the radio won't play it
Unless I lay it between the lines!

Jean Rentre Au Village
Composer(s): Georges Brassens
Performer(s): Georges Brassens



Jean rentre au village
Son père chercher
Le cherche trois heures
Où s'est-il caché?

Mais un brave cœur lui dit 
Ton papa, pauvre petit
Il est en hospice
Le bon Dieu n'est pas gentil

Jean va-t-en hospice
Son père chercher
Le cherche trois heures
Où s'est-il caché?

Mais un brave cœur lui dit
Ton papa pauvre petit
L'est déjà-t-en morgue
Le bon Dieu n'est pas gentil

Jean s'en va-t-en morgue
Son père chercher
Le cherche trois heures
Où s'est-il caché?

Mais un brave cœur lui dit
Ton papa, pauvre petit
L'est déjà-t-en bière
Le bon Dieu n'est pas gentil

Jean s'en va-t-en bière
Son père chercher
Le cherche trois heures
Où s'est-il caché?

Mais un brave cœur lui dit
Ton papa, pauvre petit
L'est déjà-t-en route
Le bon Dieu n'est pas gentil

Jean s'en va-t-en route
Son père chercher
Le cherche trois heures
Où s'est-il caché?

Mais un brave cœur lui dit
Ton papa, pauvre petit
L'est déjà-t-en terre
Le bon Dieu n'est pas gentil

Jean s'en va-t-en terre
Son père chercher
Le cherche trois heures
Où s'est-il caché?

Mais un brave cœur lui dit
Ton papa, pauvre petit
L'est déjà-t-en cendres
Le bon Dieu n'est pas gentil

Someday
Composer(s): Tony Macaulay - John Macleod
Performer(s): Paper Dolls



(Bub-bub, bah-dah-dah-dah-dah-dah-dah-dah)
(Bub-bub, bah-dah-dah-dah-dah-dah-dah-dah)
(Dah-dah-dah, dah-dah-dah, dah-dah-dah)

I know that someday you're gonna miss me
One day you'll wanna kiss me, some way
You'll try to find a way back to my heart
I know that sometime when you are lonely
Somewhere, wanting me only, somehow
You're gonna wish we'd never had to part
I know someday

You've always wanted so much to be free
From now on, baby, that's okay with me
You go your way, like just you wait and see
I'll count to ten and baby then

I know that someday you're gonna miss me
One day you'll wanna kiss me, some way
You'll try to find a way back to my heart
I know that sometime when you are lonely
Somewhere, wanting me only, somehow
You're gonna wish we'd never had to part
I know someday

I try to hold you, but it's all in vain
You're in my arms and then you're out again
But baby, I can play the waiting game
I'll count to nine and bide my time

I know that someday you're gonna miss me
One day you'll wanna kiss me, some way
You'll try to find a way back to my heart
I know that sometime when you are lonely
Somewhere, wanting me only, somehow
You're gonna wish we'd never had to part
I know someday

(Someday, some way) You'll try to find a way back to my heart
I know that (Sometime, somewhere)...

I Didn't Slip, I Wasn't Pushed, I Fell
Composer(s): Edward Pola; George Wyle
Performer(s): Doris Day; Bing Crosby; Jo Stafford



(She didn't slip, she wasn't pushed
She only fell, in love with you)

I didn't slip, I wasn't pushed, I fell, oh yes
Right into the middle of a warm caress

(She didn't slip, she wasn't pushed
She only fell, in love with you)

I didn't slip, I wasn't tripped, I fell, and how
I'll be glad to speak of that adventure now

(We'd like to speak of that adventure now)

There I was, mindin' my business and thinkin' that love
Was only a juvenile pastime
Then I fell, head over heels into love
And I know that I'm goin' down for the last time

I didn't slip, I wasn't pushed, I fell, you bet
And if you hadn't caught me in your arms
Why, I'd be fallin' yet

There I was, mindin' my business and thinkin' that love
Was only a juvenile pastime
Then I fell, head over heels into love
And I know that I'm goin' down for the last time

I didn't slip, I wasn't pushed, I fell, you bet
And if you hadn't caught me in your arms
Why, I'd be fallin' yet

(She didn't slip, she wasn't pushed, she only fell)

I only fell in love with you

Jean Et Martine (Le Routier)
Composer(s): Michel Emer
Performer(s): Edith Piaf



Jean le routier roule sur la route
Il y a les arbres, il y a les champs
La pluie qui tombe à grosses gouttes
'y a les virages, il y a le vent
Il y a le froid et le soleil
Il y a le jour, il y a la nuit
Et la fatigue, et le sommeil
Et les quinze tonnes, ça fait du bruit
...Mais il y a aussi à la maison
Sa petite Martine et sa chanson

"Jean va rentrer de sa tournée"
Chante Martine dans sa cuisine
"Il sera sûrement fatigué
Il aura sa pauvre petite mine
Mais je pourrai le regarder
Et l'embrasser pendant qu'il dîne
Et le soigner, le cajoler
Et me serrer sur sa poitrine
Plus tard quand il s'endormira
Moi, je serai dans ses bras..."

Il y a du brouillard à sa fenêtre
Martine attend... 
On a sonné
C'est un monsieur avec une lettre
Il a l'air sombre et ennuyé
"La Compagnie... 
Condoléances...
Un accident... 
Faut signer là...
Il y a les obsèques et l'assurance..."
Pourtant Martine ne comprend pas
Ce n'est pas vrai... 
Elle n'y croit pas
Dans cinq minutes il sera là...

"...Jean va rentrer de sa tournée"
Chante Martine dans sa cuisine
"Il sera sûrement fatigué
Il aura sa pauvre petite mine
...Je vais le soigner, le cajoler...
Et me serrer sur sa poitrine
Plus tard quand il s'endormira...
Non! Non! Non!...

Jean... Jean...
Oh! Jean!"

To Each His Dulcinea
Composer(s): Joe Darion - Mitch Leigh
Performer(s): Jerry Hadley; Dos; Hilton Marlton



To each his Dulcinea...

That he alone can name
To each a secret hiding place
Where he can find the haunting face 
To light his secret flame...

For with his Dulcinea beside him so to stand
A man can do quite anything
Outfly the bird upon the wing 
Hold moonlight in his hand...

Yet if you build your life on dreams
It's prudent to recall
A man with moonlight in his hands 
Has nothing there at all...

There is no Dulcinea...

She's made of flame and air
And yet how lovely life would seem
If every man could weave a dream 
To keep him from despair

To each his Dulcinea...
Though she's only flame and air...

I Didn't See The Time Go By  
French Title: Je N'ai Pas Vu Le Temps Passer
Composer(s): Charles Aznavour; Herbert Kretzmer
Performer(s): Charles Aznavour



Now as the wheel of life turns faster
Now as the seasons seem to fly
I see so many things at last
But didn't see the time go by
I've known delight, I've known disaster
The caviar, the humble pie
From the absurd to the sublime
I didn't see the time go by
I didn't see the years roll on
I didn't know the road would bend
Refused to see when youth was gone
Pretending it might never end
Now there is a price to pay
For every day I threw away
It seems I wasted half a lifetime
Within the blinking of an eye
I didn't hear the midnight chime
I didn't see the time go by
In still of nights and brief romances
I kissed the girls and made them cry
While there were balconies to climb
I didn't see the time go by
I was the guy with all the answers
The half-way truth, the little lie
So sure so certain in my prime
I didn't see the time go by
I hit the heights, I bit the dirt
I left some wreckage in my wake
I didn't see that lies can hurt
I didn't know how hearts can break
And now they come to haunt my mind
The lives I touched and left behind
I've sung a hundred songs of longing
Of sweet regret and hope run dry
I've searched for melody and rhyme
But never saw how time can fly
Never saw the darkening sky
I was a minstrel of my time
Who did not see the time go by

Jean
Composer(s): Rod McKuen
Performer(s): Rod McKuen



Jean, Jean, roses are red
All the leaves have gone green
And the clouds are so low
You can touch them, and so
Come out to the meadow, Jean

Jean, Jean, you're young and alive
Come out of your half-dreamed dream
And run, if you will, to the top of the hill
Open your arms, bonnie Jean

Till the sheep in the valley come home my way
Till the stars fall around me and find me alone
When the sun comes a-singin' I'll still be waitin'

For Jean, Jean, roses are red
And all of the leaves have gone green
While the hills are ablaze
With the moon's yellow haze
Come into my arms, bonnie Jean

(Jean, Jean), Jean, you're young and alive
Come out of your half-dreamed dream
And run, if you will, to the top of the hill
Come into my arms, bonnie Jean

Marriage Type Love
Composer(s): Richard Rodgers - Oscar Hammerstein II
Performer(s): Tommy Steele
and multiple other artists



No, she's not the first girl I've met 
But she's the only one I could ever settle down with 
I'm not kiddin', I mean it 
You know, it's funny how you go through life, meetin' all sorts o' diff'rent girls 
Then all of a sudden, one comes along and you know, you just know...

When first I set my longing eyes on you
I saw my future shining in your face
And when you smiled an murmured, "How d'ya do?"
The room became a dream enchanted place

The chandaliers were shooting stars
The drums and horns and soft guitars
Were soundin' more like nightingales
The window curtains blew like sails
And I was floatin' just above the floor
Feelin' slightly taller than before

Out of nowhere came the feeling
Cue the feeling, a marriage type love
We were dancing and her eyelash
Blinked on my lash, a marriage type love

We made a date, couldn't wait for my day off
Now it's a thing, with a ring for the pay-off
Well, I'm her pigeon, through with roaming
Now I'm homing, to marriage type love and her

I'd like to tell you a secret 
I just keep on seein' her, even when she's not there, she just seems to appear from out of nowhere, it's marvellous...

We were dancing and her eyelash
It blinked on my lash, a marriage type love

We made a date and we couldn't wait then for my day off
Now it is a thing, and it's with a ring for the pay-off
I am her pigeon, through with roaming
Now I'm homing to marriage type love and her!

I Didn't Mean To Love You
Composer(s): Arthur Butler; Karen Philipp
Performer(s): Helen Reddy; Freddy Cole; Dionne Warwick



Sunday Morning waking up and touching you
You're always warm at 9 a.m
Pillows close and I can feel you wanting me
When I go back to sleep again

I didn't mean to love you
And I never meant to care
But I guess I never noticed
Just how often you were there

Walking on and talking till the sun went down
You kept me warm with just your eyes
Seems that all we wanted just came naturally
We never even had to try

I didn't mean to love you
Didn't want to let it show
No I never meant to tell you
I'm just too proud to let on

Bring back the days when we could talk away our troubles
Don't tell me things have changed so much
Please take the time you know it's not so hard to do
Unless there's nothing left to say
I guess there's nothing left to say

I didn't mean to love you
But I guess I always will
Yes you'll always be inside me
Kinda warm and soft and still
I didn't mean to need you
and I didn't want to cry
I never meant to loose you
I never meant good-bye

I never meant good-bye

Jealousy
Performer(s): Frankie Miller



It cuts me deep 
And it cuts me wide 
This gut rock feelin' 
I get inside 
And I blame you 
But it's really me 
Can't rid myself 
Of jealousy 

When I'm away 
And you're at home 
I don't believe 
You're on your own 
It's my foolish 
Insecurity 
Can't rid myself 
Of jealousy 

Jealousy 
As thick as mud 
It's in my veins 
It's in my blood 
Jealousy 
It's plain to see 
I love you more 
Than you love me 

It get's me so 
I can't sleep at night 
I walk the floor 
In the pale moonlight 
Yes, I blame you 
But it's really me 
Can't rid myself 
Of jealousy 

Jealousy 
It's thick as mud 
It's in my veins 
It's in my blood 
Jealousy 
It's plain to see 
I love you more 
Than you love me, baby 

Jealousy 
It's thick as mud 
It's in my veins 
It's in my blood 
Jealousy 
It's plain to see 
I love you so much 
It's killin' me, baby 

Jealousy 
It's thick as mud 
It's in my veins 
It's in my blood 
Jealously 
It's plain to see 
I love you more 
Than you love me 
You'll be the death of me, baby

Jealousy 
It's thick as mud 
It's in my veins...

To Do With Love
Composer(s): Tony Hicks - Kenny Lynch
Performer(s): The Hollies



Next time I meet a girl, I won't ask her her name
Or where she's been, or where she came from
The last time I found love it only brought me pain
The problems almost took me over

I was washing up for mother, I was lighting pipes for papa
And fetching water
And that's got nothing at all, that's got nothing at all
To do with love

Next time I meet a girl
I won't tell her my name
Or where I've been
Or where I came from

I'll take a hold of her
And love her just the same
No need to mention past acquaintances

I just want someone to love me
And someone to like the presents
That I bought her
'Cause that's got something to do
Yes, that's got something to do
To do with love

Each girl I meet comes up wronger
And I can't take it all much longer
No, I can't no

Next time I meet a girl
I won't tell her my name
Or where I've been
Or where I came from

I'll take a hold of her
And love her just the same
No need to mention past acquaintances

I just want someone to love me
And someone to like the presents
That I bought her
'Cause that's got something to do
Yes, that's got something to do
To do with love

I Didn't Know What Time It Was
Composer(s): Richard Rogers; Lorenz Hart
First performance by: Marcy Westcott and Richard Kollmar - 1939
Covered by multiple other artists



Once I was young, yesterday, perhaps
Danced with Jim and Paul and kissed some other chaps
Once I was young, but never was naive
I thought I had a trick or two up my imaginary sleeve
And now I know I was naive

I didn't know what time it was
Then I met you
Oh, what a lovely time it was
How sublime it was too!

I didn't know what day it was
Then you held my hand
Warm like the month of May it was
And I'll say it was grand

Grand to be alive, to be young
To be mad, to be yours alone
Grand to see your face, feel your touch
Hear your voice say I'm all your own

I didn't know what year it was
Life was no prize
I wanted love and here it was
Shining out of your eyes

Once I was old, twenty years or so
Rather well preserved, the wrinkles didn't show
Once I was old, but not too old for fun
I used to hunt for little girls up my imaginary gun
But now I ain't for only one

I'm wise and I know what time it is now
I'm wise and I know what time it is now
I'm so wise and I know what time it is now