Saffron Dormouse And Lizzy Bee 
Composer(s): Roger Glover
Performer(s): Roger Glover



Saffron Dormouse: 
Pots and pans all spick and span
hanging there in a tidy row
careful Tom don't scuff up the floor
please don't make me scrub it again today
we're on our way to the ball

Lizzy Bee:
All day long I'm working like a slave
but you'll never hear me complain
in the sunshine or the rain

Saffron Dormouse: 
I've been asleep all Winter
and now the spring is here
it's time for you to hear my song

Lizzy Bee:
(hope it's not too long)

Saffron Dormouse:
Every room is clean and bright
now we'd better be on our way
Tom make sure you've got everything 
lock the door and give me the key
let's go to see the show at the ball

Lizzy Bee:
Back to work tomorrow, but tonight
going to eat and dance 'till I fall
at the feast and at the ball

I Hate People
Composer(s): Leslie Bricusse



Scavengers and sycophants and flatterers and fools
Pharisees and parasites and hypocrites and ghouls
Calculating swindlers, prevaricating frauds
Perpetrating evil as they roam the earth in hordes
Feeding on their fellow men
Reaping rich rewards
Contaminating everything they see
Corrupting honest me like me
Humbug! Poppycock! Balderdash! Bah!
I hate people! I hate people!
People are despicable creatures
Loathesome inexplicable creatures
Good-for-nothing kickable creatures
I hate people! I abhor them!
When I see the indolent classes
Sitting on their indolent asses
Gulping ale from indolent glasses
I hate people! I detest them! I deplore them!
Fools who have no money spend it
Get in debt then try to end it
Beg me on their knees befriend them
Knowing I have cash to lend them
Soft-hearted me! Hard-working me!
Clean-living, thrifty and kind as can be!
Situations like this are of interest to me
I hate people! I loathe people! I despise and abominate people!
Life is full of cretinous wretches
Earning what their sweatiness fetches
Empty minds whose pettiness stretches
Further than I can see
Little wonder I hate people
And I don't care if they hate me!

Safety In Numbers
Composer(s): Joe Macre; Rick Witkowski
Performer(s): Crack The Sky



There's so many people
Going to the races
They paint on their faces
And smile
They watch the days fly by
And don't even ask why
Meanwhile
The world that surrounds them
Looks whithered and half dead
And even your own head's been there
You feel the depression
And join the procession
Nowhere 
As you march in the madness
You crawl with the sadness
That you might not leave the parade
While the drummers are pounding
You hear this astounding voice say:
"Don't fear
Come here
Don't cry
Stand by
There's safety in numbers
And numbers don't lie
Don't lie" 

As the troops keep progressing
You notice you've fallen behind
And you're calling in fear
But they're just too caught up
In the way they've been brought up to here
You halt for a minute
And consider this strange voice
Could this be your choice to lead? 

You hold the depression
And watch the procession procede 

As the stranger gets nearer
His image gets clearer
He calls out and you hear him say
"You've issued a May Day
And May will be home for the day
So
Don't fear
Come here
Don't cry
Stand by
There's safety in numbers
And numbers don't lie
Don't lie" 

To yourself when yourself is
Telling you that you're all
That you have so just listen to
You 

So exit the madness
And enter the gladness
And you will become quite aware
You can end the depression
And join the procession somewhere
And
"Don't fear
Come here
Don't cry
Stand by
There's safety in numbers
And numbers don't lie
Don't lie" 

I Guess It's Christmas Time
Composer(s): Peter Bliss; Shelly Peiken
Performer(s): *NSync



Feel the magic in the air
Christmas is all around
Somethin' about this special time of year
A blanket of snow falls down from the sky
Voices of angels
Open our hearts so we can open our arms
And we'll all join hands
To celebrate the goodness
That shines inside of everyone
It must have been a part of some great design
Guess it's Christmas time
Seein' the face of the little boys and girls
Singing their first "Noel"
A sweet refrain heard all around the world
A song of forgiveness, comforting peace
A time to remember, what life really means (life really means)
The important things (important things)
And we'll all join hands
To celebrate the goodness
That shines inside of everyone
It must have been a part of some great design
Guess it's Christmas time...
Guess it's Christmas time...
Open our hearts so we can open our arms
And we'll all join hands
To celebrate the goodness
That shines inside of everyone
It must have been a part of some great design
Guess it's Christmas time...
It must have been a part of some great design
Guess it's Christmas time...
Merry Christmas

Safe In My Garden
Composer(s): John Phillips
Performer(s): The Mamas & The Papas



Safe in my garden 
An ancient flower blooms 
And the scent from its nature 
Slowly squares my room 
And its perfume means such 
That it's causing me to swoon 
Safe in my garden 
(Could it be, we were hot-wired? Late one night while very tired) 
An ancient flower blooms 
(They stole our minds and thought we'd never know it) 
And the scent from its nature 
(With a bottle in each hand, to late to try to understand) 
We don't care where it lands we just throw it
(Slowly squares my room) 
Somebody take us away
Somebody take us away
Safe in my garden 
(Could it be we were hot-wired late one night were very tired) 
An ancient flower blooms 
(They stole our minds and thought we'd never know it) 
And the scent from its nature 
(With a bottle in each hand, to late to try to understand) 
Slowly squares my room 
(We don't care where it lands we just throw it) 
(Somebody take us away) 
And its perfume means such 
(Somebody take us away) 
That it's causing me to swoon 
(Safe in my garden) 
When you go out in the street 
So many hassles with the heat 
(An ancient flower blooms) 
No one there can fill your desire 
(And the scent from its nature) 
Cops out with the megaphones 
Telling people stay inside their homes 
(Slowly squares my room) 
Man, can't they see the world's on fire? 
Somebody take us away 
Take us away 
Safe in our garden 
An ancient flower blooms 
And the scent from its nature 
(Cops out with the megaphones, telling people stay inside their homes) 
Man, the world's on fire 
(Slowly squares our room) 
Take us away 
Take us away

I Dream Of Christmas
Composer(s): Brian May
Performer(s): Anita Dobson



I sit alone by the fireside
And watch the old year passing by
Down the street they're singing party songs
You know Christmas always makes me cry

I dream of Christmas I dream of Christmas
Maybe my dreams will come true
I dream of Christmas a merry Christmas
I dream of Christmas and you

And so tonight my thoughts are reaching out
Though you're a million miles away
My dream is strong enough to see me through
Our love's forever and a day

I dream of Christmas I dream of Christmas
Maybe my dreams will come true
I dream of Christmas a merry Christmas
I dream of Christmas and you

And once again the world is filled with joy
I want to share it far and wide
Your spirit fills the air and comforts me
I know you're always by my side

I dream of Christmas I dream of Christmas
Maybe my dreams will come true
I dream of Christmas a merry Christmas
I dream of Christmas and you

I dream of Christmas I dream of Christmas
Maybe my dreams will come true
I dream of Christmas a merry Christmas
I dream of Christmas and you
I dream of Christmas and you

I dream of Christmas I dream of Christmas
I dream of Christmas I dream of Christmas
I dream of Christmas

Sad-Eyed Lady Of The Lowlands 
Composer(s): Bob Dylan
Performer(s): Bob Dylan
and multiple other artists



With your mercury mouth in the missionary times
And your eyes like smoke and your prayers like rhymes
And your silver cross, and your voice like chimes
Oh, who among them do they think could bury you?
With your pockets well protected at last
And your streetcar visions which you place on the grass
And your flesh like silk, and your face like glass
Who among them do they think could carry you?
Sad-eyed lady of the lowlands
Where the sad-eyed prophet says that no man comes
My warehouse eyes, my Arabian drums
Should I leave them by your gate
Or, sad-eyed lady, should I wait?

With your sheets like metal and your belt like lace
And your deck of cards missing the jack and the ace
And your basement clothes and your hollow face
Who among them can think he could outguess you?
With your silhouette when the sunlight dims
Into your eyes where the moonlight swims
And your match-book songs and your gypsy hymns
Who among them would try to impress you?
Sad-eyed lady of the lowlands
Where the sad-eyed prophet says that no man comes
My warehouse eyes, my Arabian drums
Should I leave them by your gate
Or, sad-eyed lady, should I wait?

The kings of Tyrus with their convict list
Are waiting in line for their geranium kiss
And you wouldn't know it would happen like this
But who among them really wants just to kiss you?
With your childhood flames on your midnight rug
And your Spanish manners and your mother's drugs
And your cowboy mouth and your curfew plugs
Who among them do you think could resist you?
Sad-eyed lady of the lowlands
Where the sad-eyed prophet says that no man comes
My warehouse eyes, my Arabian drums
Should I leave them by your gate
Or, sad-eyed lady, should I wait?

Oh, the farmers and the businessmen, they all did decide
To show you the dead angels that they used to hide
But why did they pick you to sympathize with their side?
Oh, how could they ever mistake you?
They wished you'd accepted the blame for the farm
But with the sea at your feet and the phony false alarm
And with the child of a hoodlum wrapped up in your arms
How could they ever, ever persuade you?
Sad-eyed lady of the lowlands
Where the sad-eyed prophet says that no man comes
My warehouse eyes, my Arabian drums
Should I leave them by your gate
Or, sad-eyed lady, should I wait?

With your sheet-metal memory of Cannery Row
And your magazine-husband who one day just had to go
And your gentleness now, which you just can't help but show
Who among them do you think would employ you?
Now you stand with your thief, you're on his parole
With your holy medallion which your fingertips fold
And your saint like face and your ghostlike soul
Oh, who among them do you think could destroy you
Sad-eyed lady of the lowlands
Where the sad-eyed prophet says that no man comes
My warehouse eyes, my Arabian drums
Should I leave them by your gate
Or, sad-eyed lady, should I wait?

I Believe In Santa's Cause
Composer(s): Buddy Church; Lew DeWitt
Performer(s): The Statler Brothers



Never heard a snowman talking
Never seen a reindeer fly
Nor seen a wooden soldier walkin
Nor met Santa eye to eye

Now there are those who don't believe
In miracles or Santa Claus
But I believe what I believe
And I believe in Santa's Cause

Never heard an Angel singing
Nerver known a Scrooge to smile.
But I have heard sleigh bells ring
And light a spark in some small child

For kids and tress light up at Christmas
As well as preachers and our lawns
And light a Santa way at Christmas
I believe in Santa's Cause

There's a Santa world at Christmas
Turning to the world's applause
So hang a bell for ole Saint Nick
Cause I believe in Santa's Cause

Now there are those who don't believe
In miracles or Santa Claus
But I believe what I believe
And I believe in Santa's Cause

It's Sad To Belong
Composer(s): Randy Goodrum
Performer(s): England Dan & John Ford Coley; B.J. Thomas; Sofia



I met you on a springtime day
You were minding your life and I was minding mine too
Lady, when you looked my way
I had a strange sensation and Darling, that's when I knew...

That it's sad to belong to someone else
When the right one comes along
Yes, it's sad to belong to someone else
When the right one comes along

Oh, I wake up in the night
And I reach beside me hoping you would be there
But instead I find someone
Who believed in me when I said I'd always care...

Oh, it's sad to belong to someone else
When the right one comes along
Yes, it's sad to belong to someone else
When the right one comes along

So I'll live my life in a dream world
For the rest of my days
Just you and me walking hand in hand
In a wishful memory...
Oh, I guess it's all that it will ever be...

I wish I had a time machine, I could
Make myself go back until the day I was born
Then I would live my life again
And rearrange it so that I'd be yours from now on

Oh, it's sad to belong to someone else
When the right one comes along
Yes, it's sad to belong to someone else
When the right one comes along

Oh, it's sad to belong to someone else
When the right one comes along
Yes, it's sad to belong to someone else
When the right one comes along

Oh, it's sad to belong to someone else
When the right one comes along
Yes, it's sad to belong to someone else
When the right one comes along

Oh, it's sad to belong to someone else
When the right one comes along
Yes, it's sad to belong to someone else
When the right one comes along

I Believe In Santa Claus
Composer(s): Dolly Parton
Performer(s): Dolly Parton & Kenny Rogers;
The Countdown Kids; The Statler Brothers



I believe in Santa Claus I believe in Santa Claus
I believe there's always hope when all seems lost 
I believe in Santa Claus
I believe in Santa Claus I'll tell you why I do

I believe that dreams and plans and wishes can come true
I believe in miracles I believe in magic too 
I believe in Santa Claus and I believe in you

I believe in family in country and in smiles
I believe in turning negatives to positives in life
I believe in looking farther up the farther down we get

I believe when someone hurts us we should forgive and forget
And I believe in Santa Claus I believe in Santa Claus
I believe that love should prevail at any cost and I believe in Santa Claus

I believe in saying what you mean and meaning what you say
I believe a better attitude can make a better way
I believe in viewing life as a journey that we're on

And lookin' at our troubles as another stepping stone
And I believe that everything that it is what it's meant to be
I believe there is a God somewhere although he's hard to see

I believe I am so therefore I should do all that I can
To be a better piece in the puzzle of God's plan
And I believe in Santa Claus I believe in Santa Claus

I believe there's always hope when all seems lost 
I believe in Santa Claus
Let the little children sing
(I believe in Santa Claus I believe in Santa Claus
I believe in Santa Claus I believe in Santa Claus)

Let the whole world to sing with us
I believe in Santa Claus I believe in Santa Claus
I believe in Santa Claus I believe in Santa Claus

Let the whole world to sing with us
I believe in Santa Claus I believe in Santa Claus
I believe there's always hope when all seems lost 
I believe in Santa Claus

Sad Sunday
Composer(s): Hugh Nicholson
Performer(s): Blue



Won't shed no tears
Our day has gone
You had your hold on me
And I felt it, I felt it for so long

No pleasing smile
Can make me turn around
My eyes are far away
From the memories
that only bring me down

I Believe In Father Christmas
Composer(s): Greg Lake; Peter Sinfield
Performer(s): Greg Lake;
and various other artists



They said there'll be snow at Christmas
They said there'll be peace on Earth
But instead it just kept on raining
A veil of tears for the Virgin's birth
I remember one Christmas morning
A winters light and a distant choir
And the peal of a bell and that Christmas Tree smell
And their eyes full of tinsel and fire

They sold me a dream of Christmas
They sold me a Silent Night
And they told me a fairy story
'Till I believed in the Israelite
And I believed in Father Christmas
And I looked at the sky with excited eyes
'Till I woke with a yawn in the first light of dawn
And I saw him and through his disguise

I wish you a hopeful Christmas
I wish you a brave New Year
All anguish pain and sadness
Leave your heart and let your road be clear
They said there'll be snow at Christmas
They said there'll be peace on Earth
Hallelujah Noel be it Heaven or Hell
The Christmas you get you deserve

Sad Songs (Say So Much)
Composer(s): Elton John; Bernie Taupin
Performer(s): Elton John



Guess there are times when we all need to share a little pain
And ironing out the rough spots
Is the hardest part when memories remain
And it's times like these when we all need to hear the radio
'Cause from the lips of some old singer
We share the troubles we already know

Turn 'em on, turn 'em on
Turn on those sad songs
When all hope is gone
Why don't you tune in and turn them on

They reach into your room
Just feel their gentle touch
When all hope is gone
Sad songs say so much

If someone else is suffering enough to write it down
When every single word makes sense
Then it's easier to have those songs around
The kick inside is in the line that finally gets to you
And it feels so good to hurt so bad
And suffer just enough to sing the blues

Turn 'em on, turn 'em on
Turn on those sad songs
When all hope is gone
Why don't you tune in and turn them on

Sad songs they say, sad songs they say
Sad songs they say, sad songs they say so much

Turn 'em on, turn 'em on
Turn on those sad songs
When all hope is gone
Why don't you tune in and turn them on

I Am So Glad Each Christmas Eve  
Composer(s): Peder Knudsen; Marie Wexelsen
Performer(s): Marty Haugen



I am so glad each Christmas Eve
The night of Jesus' birth!
Then like the sun the Star shone forth
And angels sang on earth

The little Child in Bethlehem
He was a King indeed!
For He came down from heaven above
To help a world in need

He dwells again in heaven's realm
The Son of God today
And still He loves His little ones
And hears them when they pray

I am so glad on Christmas Eve!
His praises then I sing
He opens then for every child
The palace of the King

When mother trims the Christmas tree
Which fills the room with light
She tells me of the wondrous Star
That made the dark world bright

She says the Star is shining still
And never will grow dim
And if it shines upon my way
It leads me up to Him

And so I love each Christmas Eve
And I love Jesus, too
And that He loves me every day
I know so well is true

Sad Song
Composer(s): Lou Reed
Performer(s): The Velvet Underground



Living on borrowed times
I’m in love with mary, queen of scots
Fourteen hundred ninety-three
And everything’s like it should be

I’m gonna stop wastin’ my time
Henry the fifth would have broken my arm

Sad song, sad song, doo, doo
Sad song, sad song

Living on borrowed times
I’m in love with mary, queen of scots
Fourteen hundred ninety-three
And things are just like they ought to be

Primrose and kilts, primrose and spain
Forget me not, my queen of scots

Sad song, sad song, doo, doo
Sad song, sad song

How Many Cookies Can Santa Claus Eat?
Composer(s): Tom Paxton
Performer(s): Tom Paxton



Last Christmas Eve in our house before we went to bed
Daddy smiled at Momma and this is what he said
"It's a long, long night for Santa around the world and back
I believe Saint Nick'll get hungry, I believe he'd like a snack"

Sister get a glass of milk, brother get the jar
Look inside and tell me how many ginger snaps there are
We're leaving some for Santa, what a friendly thing to do
For it's hungry work he's doing and we don't want to leave too few
So

How many cookies can Santa Claus eat?
Can Santa Claus eat? Can Santa Claus eat?
How many cookies can Santa Claus eat?
How hungry will he be?
We'd better pile the plate so high
With cookies nearly to the sky
To feed Saint Nick so he can fly
To kids like you and me

We found some oatmeal cookies, some peanut butter too
And though we had no choc'late chip, Dad said these would do
We left them by the chimney, with a little note that said
With love to Santa from the kids all fast asleep in bed

How many cookies can Santa Claus eat?
Can Santa Claus eat? Can Santa Claus eat?
How many cookies can Santa Claus eat?
How hungry will he be?
We'd better pile the plate so high
With cookies nearly to the sky
To feed Saint Nick so he can fly
To kids like you and me

Next morning we were happy, with presents 'round the tree
We were so excited, that it took a while to see
That the glass was empty, and on the plate one crumb
And a note from Santa saying, Thank you, yum, yum, yum!

How many cookies can Santa Claus eat?
Can Santa Claus eat? Can Santa Claus eat?
How many cookies can Santa Claus eat?
How hungry will he be?
We'd better pile the plate so high
With cookies nearly to the sky
To feed Saint Nick so he can fly
To kids like you and me
 
								

Sad Movies (Make Me Cry)
(French Version: Quand Le Film Est Triste - 1962)
Composer(s): John D. Loudermilk
First release by: Sue Thompson - 1961
Covered by multiple other artists



Sa-a-a-d movies always make me cry

He said he had to work so I went to the show alone
They turned down the lights and turned the projector on
And just as the news of the world started to begin
I saw my darlin' and my best friend walk in

Though I was sittin' there they didn't see
And so they sat right down in front of me
When he kissed her lips I almost died
And in the middle of the color cartoon I started to cry.

Oh-oh-oh sa-a-a-d movies always make me cry
Oh-oh-oh sa-a-a-d movies always make me cry

And so I got up and slowly walked on home
And mama saw the tears and said "what's wrong?"
And so to keep from telling her a lie
I just said "sa-a-a-d movies make me cry"

Oh-oh-oh sa-a-a-d movies always make me cry
Oh-oh-oh sa-a-a-d movies always make me cry

Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Sa-a-a-d movies make me cry-i-i

How Do I Wrap My Heart Up For Christmas
Composer(s): Paul Overstreet; Randy Travis
Performer(s): Randy Travis; - 1989
Andy Cooney; Paul Overstreet



Silver bells are ringing, carolers are singing
Snowflakes drifting through the air
Everybody's shopping, got no time for stopping
It looks like Christmas is here

So tell me, how do I wrap my heart up for Christmas
I wanna give it to you
Pretty bows and ribbons don't fit the gift I'm giving
Your loving arms will have to do

At first I thought of giving you a pretty diamond ring
Wore myself out shopping for a million other things
Finally decided on something you can't buy
But how will I disguise it so you will be surprised

How do I wrap my heart up for Christmas
I wanna give it to you
Pretty bows and ribbons don't fit the gift I'm giving
Your loving arms will have to do

A gift of love was given to the world so long ago
Laying in a manger, He was wrapped in swaddling clothes
And every year we celebrate and thank the Lord above
And give to one another our little gifts of love

How do I wrap my heart up for Christmas
I wanna give it to you
Pretty bows and ribbons don't fit the gift I'm giving
Your loving arms will have to do

Pretty bows and ribbons don't fit the gift I'm giving
Your loving arms will have to do

Sad Mood
Composer(s): Sam Cooke
Performer(s): Sam Cooke



(Ah-ooo, ah-ooo, ah-ooo)
I'm in a sad mood tonight, oh I'm in a sad mood
I'm in a sad mood tonight
Oh my baby done gone away & left me
My baby done gone, yeah
My baby done gone away & left me
My baby done gone

I don't know why she left me
I don't know where she's gone
But all I know is I'll never be happy
Until my baby comes back home, yeah because...

I'm in a sad mood tonight
Oh my baby done gone away & left me
My baby done gone

Oh I don't know why she left me
But there's one thing I know
I know that if my baby tells me she'll come back home
I'll never never do it no more, yeah because...

I'm in a sad mood tonight, oh I'm in a sad mood
I'm in a sad mood tonight
Oh my baby done gone away & left me
My baby done gone, yeah
My baby done gone away & left me
My baby done gone

I'm in a sad mood tonight
Oh I'm in a sad mood tonight
She got me in a sad mood tonight ...

Hot Rod Sleigh
Composer(s): Toby Keith
Performer(s): Toby Keith



I saw one of Santa's helpers at the grocery store today
He was standin' at the front door givin' candy canes away
And I told him I was worried about a certain situation
How's Santa gonna get here with this risin' population

He said, I talked to the North Pole sometime late last week
And it seems that dear ol' Santa has got somethin' up his sleeve
As I leaned in to listen, he whispered in my ear
He said, don't you dare repeat a single word of this, you hear

He said, boss man's all excited 'cause his new sled's almost ready
And they say he's got it painted up, looks just like Richard Petty's
And Rudolph and the reindeer, they're lookin' long and mean
It's the fastest, highest flyin' Winter wonderland machine
I ain't seen it for myself, but I heard say
Santa Claus has got a hot rod sleigh

It's got a heater in the floorboard 'cause he's gettin' old, you know
And a windshield with the wipers should he happen on some snow
Landin' lights of red and white all stuck along the side
So he can spot the rooftops as he's fallin' from the sky

He's got a king-size toy bin, locks in all the latches
And a big old custom air seat with a safety belt that matches
Only thing about it that worries him a heap
Is that he might be here long before the children get to sleep

He said, boss man's all excited 'cause his new sled's almost ready
And they say he's got it painted up, looks just like Richard Petty's
And Rudolph and the reindeer, they're lookin' long and mean
It's the fastest, highest flyin' Winter wonderland machine
I ain't seen it for myself, but I heard say
Santa Claus has got a hot rod sleigh

Well, I ain't seen it for myself, but I heard say
Santa Claus has got a hot rod sleigh