Too Fat Polka
((English/German Version: Zu Fett Polka (James Last))
Composer(s): Ross MacLean - Arthur Richardson
Performer(s): Arthur Godfrey - 1947
and multiple other artists



Here's a silly ditty
You can sing it right away
Now, here is what you say
So sing it while you may

Here's a silly jingle
You can sing it night or noon
Here's the words, that's all you need
'Cause I just sang the tune:

Oh, I don't want her, you can have her
She's too fat for me
She's too fat for me
She's too fat for me
I don't want her, you can have her
She's too fat for me
She's too fat
She's too fat
She's too fat for me

I get dizzy
I get numbo
When I'm dancing
With my Jum-Jum-Jumbo

I don't want her, you can have her
She's too fat for me
She's too fat for me
She's too fat for me
I don't want her, you can have her
She's too fat for me
She's too fat
She's too fat
She's too fat for me

Can she prance up a hill?
No, no, no, no, no
Can she dance a quadrille?
No, no, no, no, no
Does she fit in your coupe?
By herself she's a group
Could she possibly
Sit upon your knee?
No, no, no

We don't want her, you can have her
She's too fat for me
And she's too fat for me
But she's just right for me
We don't want her, you can have her
She's too fat for me
Yeah, she's too fat
Much too fat
But she's just right for me

She's so charming
And she's so winning
But it's alarming
When she goes in swimming

We don't want her, you can have her
She's too fat for me
She's too fat for me
But she's just right for me
So I sure want her, you can't have her
She's just right for me
But she's too fat!
She's not too fat!
She's just right for me!

She's a twosome
She's a foursome
If she'd lose some
I would like her more some

I don't want her, you can have her
She's too fat for me
She's too fat for me
She's too fat for me
I don't want her you can have her
She's too fat for me
She's too fat
Much too fat
She's too fat for me
Hey!

Je T’appelle Pour Te Dire Que Je T’aime - 1984 (aka Pour Te Dire Je T'aime - 1984)
Adapted from: I Just Called To Say I Love You - 1984
Dutch Title: Ik Bel Jou, M'n Schat, Ik Mis Je
Composer(s): Didier Barbelivien; Stevie Wonder; Pierre Grosz
Performer(s): Sacha Distel - 1984



C'est pas Noël c'est pas le printemps
Y'a pas de bougies, y'a pas de cadeaux sous les rubans
Pas de nouvelle sensationnelle
Aujourd'hui est un jour normal tout simplement
Y'a pas d'amis qui se marient
Pas de première, pas de soirée d'anniversaire
Mais il fallait que je te dise
Ces quelques mots qui chantent au plus profond de moi

Je t'appelle pour dire que je t'aime
Je voulais te dire simplement ça
Je t'appelle pour dire que je t'aime
Et je meurs ce soir de m'endormir sans toi

Y'a pas d'étoiles sur l'océan
De nuit d'été doucement caressée par le vent
C'est pas l'automne quand on s'étonne
D'un tourbillon d'oiseaux dans le soleil levant
Pas de secret à t'annoncer
Pas de surprise et pas de chœur dans une église
Mais il fallait que je te dise
Ces quelques mots qui chantent au plus profond de moi

Je t'appelle pour dire que je t'aime
Je voulais te dire simplement ça
Je t'appelle pour dire que je t'aime
Et je meurs ce soir de ne pas être avec toi
Avec toi, avec toi

Juca
Performer(s): Chico Buarque



Juca foi autuado em flagrante
Como meliante
Pois sambava bem diante 
Da janela de Maria
Bem no meio da alegria
A noite virou dia
O seu luar de prata
Virou chuva fria 
A sua serenata 
Não acordou Maria

Juca ficou desapontado
Declarou ao delegado
Não saber se amor é crime
Ou se samba é pecado
Em legítima defesa
Batucou assim na mesa
O delegado é bamba
Na delegacia
Mas nunca fez samba
Nunca viu Maria

Fett Polka
((English Version: Too Fat Polka (Arthur Godfrey) - 1947))
Performer(s): James Last



Sie sieht neben mir aus oh oh oh oh oh
Wie ein wandelndes Haus oh oh oh oh oh
Steh' ich einmal hinter ihr
Sieht man nichts mehr von mir
Und für mein Gefühl ist mir das viel zu viel oh oh oh

Kaum hat er sie geseh'n oh oh oh oh oh
War es um ihn gescheh'n oh oh oh oh oh
Ihre mächtige Forma fand er einfach enorm
Und er bat galant mich um ihre Hand oh oh

Drum nimm sie dir ich mag sie nicht
Denn sie ist mir zu fett
Sie ist mir zu fett
Sie ist mir zu fett
Drumm nimm sie dir
Ich mag sie nicht
Denn sie ist mir zu fett
Viel zu fett viel zu fett sie ist mir zu fett
Deine Liebe und dein Sehnen
Und dein Herz schenk' dieser runden Schönen

Can she prance up a hill? No! No! No! No! No!
Can she dance a quadrille! No! No! No! No! No!
Does she fit in my coupe? By herself she's a group
Could she possibly sit up on my knee? No! No! No! No! No!
She's too fat for me!

I don't want her
You can have her
She's too fat for me
She's too fat for me
She's too fat for me
Oh, I don't want her
You can have her
Please do that for me
She's too fat
She's too fat
She's too fat for me

I get dizzy
I get numbo
When I'm dancing with my Jum-Jum-Jumbo
She's a twosome
she's a foursome
She should lose some
I would like her moresome

I Hung My Head
Composer(s): Sting
First release by: Sting - 1996
Covered by: 
Blue Highway - 1999 
Johnny Cash - 2002



Early one morning
With time to kill
I borrowed Jebb's rifle
And sat on a hill
I saw a lone rider
Crossing the plain
I drew a bead on him
To practice my aim

My brother's rifle
Went of in my hand
A shot rang out
Across the land
The horse, he kept running
The rider was dead
I hung my head
I hung my head

I set off running
To wake from the dream
My brother's rifle
Went into the sheen
I kept on running
Into the south lands
That's where they found me
My head and my hands

The sheriff he asked me
Why had I run
And then it came to me
Just what I had done
And all for no reason
Just one peace of lead
I hung my head
I hung my head

Here in the court house
The whole town was there
I see the judge
High up in the chair
Explain to the court room
What went through you mind
And we'll ask the jury
What verdict they find

I felt the power
Of death over life
I orphaned his children
I widowed his wife
I begged their forgiveness
I wish I was dead
I hung my head
I hung my head

I hung my head
I hung my head

Early one morning
With time to kill
I see the gallows
Up on a hill
And out in the distance
A trick of the brain
I see a lone rider
Crossing the plain

And he'd come to fetch me
To see what they'd done
And we'd ride together
To kingdom come
I prayed for god's mercy
For soon I'd be dead
I hung my head
I hung my head

I hung my head
I hung my head

Jubilation T. Cornpone
Composer(s): Gene DePaul; Johnny Mercer
Performer(s): Stubby Kaye;
Elliot Lawrence; Shelly Manne



When we fought the Yankees and annihilation was near
Who was there to lead the charge that took us safe to the rear?
Why it was Jubilation T. Cornpone
Old "Toot your own horn - pone"
Jubilation T. Cornpone, a man who knew no fear!

When we almost had 'em but the issue still was in doubt
Who suggested the retreat that turned it into a rout?
Why it was Jubilation T. Cornpone
Old "Tattered and torn - pone"
Jubilation T. Cornpone, he kept us hidin' out!

With our ammunition gone and faced with utter defeat
Who was it that burned the crops and left us nothing to eat?
Why it was Jubilation T. Cornpone
Old "September Morn - pone"
Jubilation T. Cornpone, the pants blown off his seat!

Hurray!

When it seemed like our brave boys would keep on fighting for months
Who took pity on them and ca-pit-u-lated at once?  
Why it was Jubilation T. Cornpone; Unshaven and shorn - pone
Jubilation T. Cornpone, he weren't nobody's dunce!

Who went re-con-noiter-ing to flank the enemy's rear
Circled through the piney woods, and disappeared for a year? 
Why it was Jubilation T. Cornpone
Old "Treat 'em with scorn - pone"
Jubilation T. Cornpone, the missing mountaineer!

Who became so famous with a reputation so great
That he ran for president and didn't carry a state? 
Why it was Jubilation T. Cornpone
Old "Wouldn't be sworn - pone"
Jubilation T. Cornpone, he made the country wait!

Stonewall Jackson got his name by standing firm in the fray
Who was known to all his men as good ol' "Paper Mache?"
Why it was Jubilation T. Cornpone

Too Dumb For New York City
Composer(s): Waylon Jennings - Basil McDavid
Performer(s): Waylon Jennings



When I first saw New York city
I was green down to the core
You could see my red neck glowing
For a mile or maybe more

Between the hustlers and the hookers
I must have made their day
'Cause they peeled me like an apple, Lawd
And sent me on my way

When you're pushed and shoved and almost mugged
It ain't no place to be
So I came to one conclusion
New York ain't for me

From sea to shining sea
And coast to coast
Somewhere in the middle
Is the land I love the most
I ain't California pretty
I can't survive the Great White Way
I'm too dumb for New York city
And too ugly for L.A.

I made my way to Tinseltown
To Hollywood and Vine
Out among those pretty faces
I'd surely find a place for mine

The way I walk, the way I talk
They'll hang on every word
But don't call me, I'll call you
Was all I ever heard

In L.A. what they're thinking
Ain't what they talk about
At least in New York city
There's never any doubt

From sea to shining sea
And coast to coast
Somewhere in the middle
Is the land I love the most
I ain't California pretty
I can't survive the Great White Way
I'm too dumb for New York city
And too ugly for L.A.

I'm too dumb for New York city
And too ugly for L.A.

I Hope You'll Stay
Performer(s): Gilbert O'Sullivan



I hope you'll stay and have a cup of tea
Oh I hope you'll play my monopoly
And I hope you'll do what the others do
You say you'd love me to
Make that cup of tea like I said I would
Make that cup of tea like I know I should
And not to think what the others think
So that when you say you like me
I'll be so overjoyed
I'll take the unemployed
I'll give them all a job
They sure could use one, my God!
Isn't it funny, no
A million out of work is really so good for nothing
When you think that there should be jobs by the dozen
But as often is the case
Nothing ever seems to take place
And not to think what the others think
So that when I say I like you
You'll say you like me too
You'll say you like me tooaa
That's all

Juanita
Composer(s): Gram Parsons; Chris Hillman
Performer(s): The Flying Burrito Brothers



No affection were the words 
That stuck on my mind 
When she walked out on me 
For the very last time 
Oh, mama, sweet mama 
Can you tell me what to say 
I don't know what I've done 
To be treated this way 

In a cold dirty room 
That's where I found myself 
With a bottle of wine 
And some pills on the shelf 
Oh, mama, sweet mama 
Can you tell me what to say 
I don't know what I've done 
And I'm feeling so ashamed 

Then an angel appeared 
She was just seventeen 
In a dirty old gown 
With a conscience so clean 
Oh, mama, sweet mama 
Can you tell me what to say 
She's brought back the life 
That I once threw away 
She's brought back the life 
That I once threw away

Too Drunk To Fish
Composer(s): C.W. Kalb Jr. - Glenn Fortner
Performer(s): Ray Stevens



Recitation 
Now me and Harold this buddy of mine decided that we'd go fishin' one time 
So we drove to the lake with my brand new bass boat 
I brought the fishin' poles the pork and beans 
The saltine crackers and the canned sardines, and Harold brought all the booze one man could tote 
While I loaded the boat and filled the tank and tried to get that motor to crank 
Harold just sat there sippin' on a longneck beer 
While I was steerin' the boat and tyin' the plugs he was drinkin' moonshine straight from the jug 
and he was singing "Melancholy Baby" when we left the pier, huh, huh... 

Oh, never go fishin' with a man who has been drinkin'
'Cause things just might not work out like you'd wish
Just leave that fool at home to drink
He'll be just as happy fishin' in the kitchen sink
Don't go near the water with a man too drunk to fish 

Recitation 
Well, I was concentratin', perfectin' my cast, hopin' to land a trophy bass 
and Harold was havin' trouble tryin' to find the lake
Layin' there beside him at his feet was an anchor line coiled up real neat 
Harold saw it went white as a ghost and hollered "Snake!!!!!!" 
Well, he jumped straight up and began to yell 
I said "Sit down Harold and behave yourself 
Can't you see that ain't nothin' but a piece of rope" 
Ha, ha... 
Well, he was scared to death, plumb out of his mind tryin' not to get bit by that anchor line 
and he grabbed my shotgun blew a hole in the bottom of the boat...
(Blam!!! Harold!!! Glup... glub... glub) 

Never go fishin' with a man who has been drinkin'
'Cause things just might not work out like you'd wish
Just leave that fool at home to drink
He'll be just as happy fishin' in the kitchen sink
Don't go near the water with a man too drunk to fish 

Recitation 
Now too drunk to fish is too drunk to swim 
So I was dog paddlin' and draggin' him and finally made it to a little sand bar just big enough for two 
It was way after dark when that helicopter came with that big searchlight and callin' our names 
And Harold looked up to the sky and said, "Lord is that you?" 

Slowly 
And then he knelt there in that heavenly glow and said 
"Lord you know I ain't ready to go so if you pass me by tonight, oh... I will reform" 
Then they threw down a raft and I paddled us home he never touched a drop from that moment on 
Ya know the Lord works in mysterious ways his miracles to perform

Never go fishin' with a man who has been drinkin'
'Cause things just might not work out like you'd wish
Just leave that fool at home to drink
He'll be just as happy fishin' in the kitchen sink
Don't go near the water with a man too drunk to fish
Don't go near the water with a man too drunk to fish... 

I Hope That I Don't Fall In Love With You
Composer(s): Tom Waits
First release by: Tom Waits - 1973
Covered by multiple other artists



Well I hope that I don't fall in love with you
'Cause falling in love just makes me blue
Well the music plays and you display your heart for me to see
I had a beer and now I hear you calling out for me
And I hope that I don't fall in love with you

Well the room is crowded, people everywhere
And I wonder, should I offer you a chair?
Well if you sit down with this old clown, take that frown and break it
Before the evening's gone away, I think that we could make it
And I hope that I don't fall in love with you

Well the night does funny things inside a man
These old tom-cat feelings you don't understand
Well I turn around to look at you, you light a cigarette
I wish I had the guts to bum one, but we've never met
And I hope that I don't fall in love with you

I can see that you are lonesome just like me, and it being late
You'd like some some company
Well I turn around to look at you, and you look back at me
The guy you're with has up and split, the chair next to you's free
And I hope that you don't fall in love with me

Now it's closing time, the music's fading out
Last call for drinks, I'll have another stout
Well I turn around to look at you, you're nowhere to be found
I search the place for your lost face, guess I'll have another round
And I think that I just fell in love with you

Juanita
Composer(s): Björn Afzelius
Performer(s): Hoola Bandoola Band



Juanita, hon var vacker som en gryning
När de möttes i Madrid för längesen
Och han var ung, han var en av många hundra
Som rest ner för att slåss för friheten
Och Juanita, hon var med de vid fronten
Och hennes glöd gav de andra kraft och mod
Och om kvällen sjöng hon sånger till gitarren
Om folket och den framtid
Som hon var beredd att försvara med sitt blod

Juanita, han ska alltid komma ´håg dig
För hans inre ska du alltid finnas kvar
Juanita, fast han aldrig kunde få dig
Kan han minnas hur stark och fin du var

Men de förlora', för fascisterna var starka
Och han for hem, med bara bitterheten kvar
Och Juanita måste gömma sig i bergen
Och fast han skrev så fick han aldrig några svar
Men åren gick, och också hjältar blir gamla
Och de får hoppas att de yngre vill ta vid
Han blev gift, och fick söner och döttrar
Och hans tid med Juanita
Blev liksom en drömbild från ett annat liv

Juanita, han ska alltid komma ´håg dig
För hans inre ska du alltid finnas kvar
Juanita, fast han aldrig kunde få dig
Kan han minnas hur stark och fin du var

Hans båda söner var i Spanien förra sommar'n
Och semestra´ på ett nybyggt lyxhotell
De hade träffat en gammal gumma ner vid stranden
När de gick ut för att festa sent en kväll
De hade pratat och berättat vad de hette
Och om sin far som en gång varit i Madrid
Då steg hon upp och sa: "Honom har jag älskat!
Men här springer ni och göder nåt
Han har bekämpat med risk för eget liv!

Så ge er av! Jag är trött på era svängar!
För ni fördröjer bara frihetens stund
Och ni borde veta, att turisternas pengar
Är som honung i förtryckarnas mun!"

Juanita, han ska alltid komma ´håg dig
För hans inre ska du alltid finnas kvar
Juanita, fast han aldrig kunde få dig
Kan han minnas hur stark och fin du var

Too Darn Hot
Composer(s): Cole Porter
First performance/First release: Lorenzo Fuller - 1948/1949
Covered by multiple other artists



Bianca:
It's too darn hot
It's too darn hot

I'd like to sup with my baby tonight
and play the pup with my baby tonight
I'd like to sup with my baby tonight
and play the pup with my baby tonight
but I ain't up to my baby tonight 
'cause it's too darn hot
It's too darn hot
It's too darn hot

I'd like to stop for my baby tonight
and blow my top with my baby tonight
I'd like to stop with my baby tonight
and blow my top with my baby tonight
but I'd be a flop with my baby tonight
'cause it's too darn hot
it's too darn hot
it's too darn hot

I'd like to fool with my baby tonight
break ev'ry rule with my baby tonight
I'd like to fool with my baby tonight
break ev'ry rule with my baby tonight
but pillow you'll be my baby tonight
'cause it's too darn hot
it's too darn hot

According to the Kinsey report
ev'ry average man you know
much prefers to play his favorite sport
when the temperature is low
but when the thermometer goes way up
and the weather is sizzling hot
Mister Adam for his madam is not
'cause it's too too
it's too darn hot, it's too darn hot
It's too too too too darn hot

I'd like to call on my baby tongiht
and give my all to my baby tonight
I'd like to call on my baby tonight
and give my all to my baby tonight
but I can't play ball with my baby tonight 
'cause it's too darn hot
it's too darn hot

I'd like to meet with my baby tonight
get off my feet with my baby tonight
I'd like to meet with my baby tonight
get off my feet with my baby tonight
but no repeat with my baby tonight
'cause it's too darn hot
it's too darn hot 

I'd like to coo with my baby tonight 
and pitch some woo with my baby tonight
I'd like to coo with my baby tonight 
and pitch some woo with my baby tonight
but sister you fight my baby tonight
'cause it's too darn hot
it's too darn hot

According to the Kinsey report
ev'ry average man you know
much prefers to play his favorite sport
when the temperature is low
but when the thermometer goes way up
and the weather is sizzling hot
Mister GOB for his squab
a marine for his queen
a G.I. for his cutie-pie is not
'Cause it's too too too darn hot
It's too darn hot
It's too darn hot

I Honestly Love You
Composer(s): Peter Allen - Jeff Barry
First release by: Peter Allen - 1974
Covered by multiple other artists



Maybe I hang around here a little more than I should
We both know I've got somewhere else to go
But I got somethin' to tell you that I never thought I would
That I believe you really ought to know
I love you, I honestly love you
You don't have to answer, I see it in your eyes
Maybe it was better left unsaid
But this is pure and simple and you must realize
That it's comin' from my heart and not my head
I love you, I honestly love you
I'm not tryin' to make you feel uncomfortable
I'm not tryin' to make you anything at all
But this feelin' doesn't come along ev'ry day
And you shouldn't blow the chance when you've got the chance to say
I love you, I love you, I honestly love you
If we both were born in another place and time
This moment might be ending in a kiss
But there you are with yours and here I am with mine
So I guess we'll just be leavin' it at this
I love you, I honestly love you, I honestly love you



Maybe I hang around here
A little more than I should
We both know I got somewhere else to go
But I got something to tell you
That I never thought I would
But I believe you really ought to know

I love you
I honestly love you

You don't have to answer
I see it in your eyes
Maybe it was better left unsaid
This is pure and simple
And you should realize
That it's coming from my heart and not my head

I love you
I honestly love you

I'm not trying to make you feel uncomfortable
I'm not trying to make you anything at all
But this feeling doesn't come along everyday
And you shouldn't blow the chance
When you've got the chance to say

I love you
I honestly love you

If we both were born
In another place and time
This moment might be ending in a kiss
But there you are with yours
And here I am with mine
So I guess we'll just be leaving it at this

I love you
I honestly love you
I honestly love you

Juan Y Maria
Composer(s): Chico Buarque
Performer(s): Juan Carlos Baglietto



Ahora yo era el héroe
y mi caballo sólo hablaba ingles
La novia del cowboy
eras tú, aparte de otras tres
Yo enfrentaba un batallón
un alemán y su cañon
Guardaba mis bolitas
y ensayaba un rock
para las matinés

Ahora yo era un rey
un alguacíl y era tambien un juez
y por mi propia ley
la gente era obligada a ser feliz
También tu eras princesa que hice coronar
Eras tan linda, digna de admirar
que ibas desnuda por todo el país

No, no huyas, no
Finge que ahora yo era tu jugete
Yo era tuyo, yo, tu bicho preferido
Ven, dame una mano
sueña que ahora no teniamos miedo
En la epoca de la maldad
creo que nosotros ni habíamos nacido

Ahora era fatal
que el haz de cuenta
terminará asi
Fuera de este jardín
era una noche que no tiene fin
pues te fuiste de mi vida
asi, sin avisar
y ahora yo era un loco al preguntar
que es lo que el mundo
va a hacer de mi

Too Close For Comfort
Composer(s): Jerry Bock - Larry Holofcener - George David Weiss
Performer(s): Mel Tormé



Be wise, be fair, be sure, be there, behave, beware

Be wise, be smart, behave my heart 
Don’t upset your cart when she’s so close 

Be soft, be sweet, but be discreet
Don’t go off your feet
She’s too close for comfort
Too close, too close for comfort, no, not again
Too close, too close to know just when to say when 

Be firm and be fair, be sure, beware
On your guard, take care
When there’s such temptation
One thing leads to another
Too late to run for cover
She’s much too close for comfort…

Doo-ba-um-doody-doo-ba, doo-doo-doo...

Be wise, be fair, be sure, beware

Put on your old thinking cap, boy
‘Cause if you don’t look out, you
Will find that you are much too
Too close for comfort

Go ahead, and for a mishap, boy
The first thing that you know she
Will have you up that old tree
She’s too close for comfort

Too close, too close, ah, too close

Ba-doo-da...

Be firm and be fair, be absolutely sure, beware
On your guard, take care
When there is such temptation
One thing leads to another
Too late to run for cover
She’s much too close for comfort now

One thing leads to another
Too late to run for cover
She’s much too close for comfort now

One thing leads to another
Too late to run for mother
She’s much too close for comfort now

Be wise, be fair, be sure, be there, behave, beware
She’s too close, too close, for comfort now

I Hold Your Hand In Mine
Composer(s): Tom Lehrer
Performer(s): Tom Lehrer
and multiple other artists



I hold you hand in mine dear I press it to my lips
I take a healthy bite from your dainty fingertips
My joy would be complete dear 
If you were only here
But still I keep your hand as a precious souvenir

The night you died I cut it off I really don't know why
For now each time I kiss it I get bloodstains on my tie
I'm sorry now I killed you for our love was something fine
Until they come to get me I shall hold your hand in mine

Juan Sin Tierra
Composer(s): Jorge Saldaña; Victor Jara
Performer(s): Victor Jara;
Los Folkloristas; Manolo Garcia



Voy a cantar el corrido
de un hombre que fue a la guerra
que anduvo en la sierra herido
para conquistar su tierra
Lo conoci en la batalla
y entre tanta balacera
el que es revolucionario
puede morir donde quiera
El general nos decia
peleen con mucho valor
les vamos a dar parcela
cuando haya reparticion

Mi padre fue peon de hacienda
y yo un revolucionario
mis hijos pusieron tienda
y mi nieto es funcionario
Grito Emiliano Zapata
quiero tierra y libertad
y el gobierno se reia
cuando lo iban a enterrar
Vuela, vuela palomita
parate en aquella higera
que aqui se acaba el corrido
del mentado Juan sin tierra

Too Busy Thinking About My Baby
Composer(s): Norman Whitfield - Barrett Strong - Janie Bradford
First release: The Temptations - 1966
Covered by multiple other artists



Ah-ah-aaah, oh yeah... 
Oh listen to me people

I ain't got time to think about money
Or what it can buy
And I ain't got time to sit down and wonder
What makes a birdie fly

And I don't have the time to think about
What makes a flower grow
And I've never given a second thought
To where the rivers flow

Too busy thinking about my baby
And I ain't got time for nothing else

Said, I ain't got time to discuss the weather
How long it's gonna last
And I ain't got time to do no studies
Once I get out of class
Telling ya I'm just a fellow
Said I got a one track mind
And when it comes to thinking about anything but my baby
I just don't have any time

Too busy thinking about my baby
And I ain't got time for nothing else

The diamonds and pearls in the world
Could never match her worth, no no
She's some kind of wonderful, people tell ya
I got heaven right here on earth
I'm just a fellow
With a one, one track mind
And when it comes to thinkin' about anything but my baby
I just don't have any time

Too busy thinking about my baby
And I ain't got time for nothing else

(yeah, she's never hard to find
'cause she's always on my mind)

I Heard You Singing Your Song
Composer(s): Barry Mann
Performer(s): Barry Mann; Nancy Wilson



Now the walls took a long time to crumble
And the jumbled pieces of my life
Took the long way around to come together

And then I heard you singing your song
And I knew I'd been living all wrong
And I couldn't help but sing along
La la la la la la la la la la la la

Never giving, always taking
And faking every move I make
To keep me safe and well protected

Sing a long
Sing a long

I was almost down to empty
And the world looked mighty cold
And then I heard you sing a simple song
And the sun came a rushin' back to fill my soul

I heard you singing your song
Heard you singing your song
Heard you singing your song
Heard you singing your song
Singing your song
Heard you singing your song
Heard you singing your song
Hear you singing