Secret Agent Man
Composer(s): Phil Sloan; Steve Barri
First release by: Johnny Rivers - 1966
Covered by multiple other artists



There's a man who lives a life of danger
To everyone he meets, he stays a stranger
With every move he makes
Another chance he takes
Odds are he won't live to see tomorrow

Secret agent man, secret agent man
They've given you a number
And taken away your name

Beware of pretty faces that you find
A pretty face can hide an evil mind
Don't let the wrong word slip
While kissing persuasive lips
Or odds are you won't live to see tomorrow

Secret agent man, secret agent man
They've given you a number
And taken away your name

Swinging on the Riviera one day
Lying in a Bombay alley next day
Be careful what you say
Or you'll give yourself away
Odds are you won't live to see tomorrow

Secret agent man, secret agent man
They've given you a number
And taken away your name 

The Chimney Song
Composer(s): Dennis Amero; Bob Rivers; Brian Silva
Performer(s): Bob Rivers



There's something stuck up in the chimney
And I don't know what it is
But it's been there all night long
Well, I waited up for Santa all Christmas night
But he never came and it don't seem right
And there's something in the chimney
And it doesn't make a sound
But I wish you Merry Christmas

There's something stuck up in the chimney
And I don't know what it is
But it's been there all week long
Well, the dog keeps barking up the chimney flue
And we don't know what we're going to do
'Cause there's something in the chimney
And it doesn't move around
And it's been a week since Christmas

There's something stuck up in the chimney
And I don't know what it is
But it's been there all month long
Well, it's jammed up tight above the fireplace
Now the house smells funny, such a big disgrace
That there's something in the chimney
And it doesn't talk at all
And it's been there since last Christmas

There's something stuck up in the chimney
And I don't know what it is
But it's been there all year long
I'll been waiting up for Santa like I did last year
But my brother says, "He's already here"
And he's stuck up in the chimney
And he doesn't say a word
And he'll be there every Christmas
And we'll have him every Christmas

Secret
Composer(s): Tom Kelly; Rick Nielsen; Billy Steinberg; Robin Zander
Performer(s): Robin Zander



Baby come close
So no one can hear
I want to whisper something whisper something
In your ear
I want to tell you things
That I told no one else
I want to tell you things
From deep inside myself

Ow ow ow cause I have to whisper
Ow ow ow

Can you keep a secret
Locked inside your heart
Can you keep a secret
It's tearing me apart
If I, if I trust in you
Will you give it back to me
Can you keep a secret

What good is a door
If it's always kept shut
What could happen to me
If I open up
I want to tell you things
Beacause I'm surprised girl
I hope you won't be distant
Look in my eyes

Oh, oh, oh come a little closer oh, oh oh

But can you keep a secret
Locked up in your heart
Can you keep a secret
It's tearing me apart
If I give my love to you
Would you give it back to me
Ooh can you keep a secret

(repeat chorus)

Children's Christmas Song
Composer(s): Isabelle Freeman - Harvey Fuqua
Performer(s): Diana Ross & The Supremes



Ding dong, ding dong, hear the bell
Ringing out the first Noël
Joyeus chimes ring loud and clear
Spreading word the saviour's here

Humble men kneel down to pray
On this very special day
Wise men bearing gifts of love
Following a star above

No come on kids, I want you to gather around me, unfould your legs on the floor 
And we're gonna tell the story about the first Christmas 
Alright Chico, open your book
Joy, Berry, Terry, everybody open your book and we're gonna sing the song
And when I say Ding and Dong, I want you to say the same with me 
Alright ready? 
Aaha now, open your books 
Good, let's go, yes
Now!

Ding dong, ding dong, hear the bell
Ringing out the first Noël
Joyeus chimes ring loud and clear
Spreading word the saviour's here

Humble men kneel down to pray
On this very special day
Wise men bearing gifts of love
Following a star above

Very good, now darlings 
And now we're gonna sing ding dong to all the children around the world
and wish them a very merry Christmas, alright? 
Ready?

Ding dong, ding dong, hear the bell
Ringing out the first Noël
Joyeus chimes ring loud and clear
Spreading word the saviour's here

Humble men kneel down to pray
On this very special day
Wise men bearing gifts of love
Following a star above

Ding dong, ding dong
Ding dong, ding dong
Merry, merry Christmas everybody!
Ding dong, ding dong
Ding dong, ding dong
Ding dong, ding dong

Second Hand Rose
Composer(s): James Hanley; Grant Clarke
Performer(s): Ted Lewis Jazz Band - 1921
and multiple other artists



Father has a business strictly second hand 
Everything from toothpicks to a baby-grand 
Stuff in our apartment came from father’s store 
Even clothes I’m wearing someone wore before 
It’s no wonder that I feel abused 
I never get a thing that ain’t been used 
I’m wearing second hand hats 
Second hand clothes 
That’s why they call me 
Second hand Rose 
Even our piano in the parlor 
Daddy bought for ten cents on the dollar 
Second hand pearls 
I’m wearing second hand curls 
I never get a single thing that’s new 
Even Jake, the plumber, he’s a man I adore 
He had the nerve to tell me he’s been married before! 
Everyone knows that I’m just 
Second hand Rose 
From second Avenue! 
From Second Avenue!

The Carol Singers 
Composer(s): Sir William Sterndale Bennett; Charles Haynes



In our village, Christmas time, I says to several mates
"Look 'ere, lads," I says, "Now what about some Waits?"
We gets a carol, lairns it up, and on an evenin' wintry
We muffles up and sallies forth to try it on the Gentry
"Good King Wenceslas looked out," sings we with splendid power
Several neighbours looked out too, to see what all the row were!
We sings forte (sounded like a hundred)
Even in the soft bits 'ow we thundered
Bill, our bass, 'e 'urt 'is face , we thought that it was torn
Yet all agreed there were none like we to 'ail the 'appy morn

Perkins took the treble line (a lovely voice 'e's got)
I were tenor, Bill were bass, and Fred sang all the lot!
'E wandered up and down the scale, but still 'e rather marred it
All cos 'e never knew the words, and so 'e "lah-lah-lahed" it
"Lah-lah-lah-lah looked out" sings 'e with splendid power
Several neighbours looked out, too, to see what all the row were!
We sings forte (sounded like an 'undred)
Even in the soft bits 'ow we thundered
Every verse got worse and worse, and though we all felt worn
Yet all agreed there were none like we to 'ail the 'appy morn

Still we never got no cash, which didn't seem quite just
Seein' we'd stood there for hours, a-singin' fit to bust
Then our policeman, old Bob Bates, comes down, a-scowlin' proper
"Good old Bob", young Perkins cries, "At last we've got a copper!"
Good King Wenceslas looked out, we still kept on recordin'
Bob said "yes, you'll come too, it's seldom I've heard more din"
Then a change came o'er the situation
Bob got nasty and took us to the station
"Look 'ere, Bates, we're Christmas Waits," I says to him with scorn
He said, with a sneer, "Now wait in here and greet the 'appy morn"

Second Hand Dealer
Composer(s): Frank Allen; Mike Pender
Performer(s): The Searchers



A painted jug without a handle
A torn and shabby faded rug
He's a secondhand dealer
Getting deeper into debt
He's a secondhand dealer
And he wants what he can get for nothing

His body's broken like that handle
His clothes are shabby like that rug
He's a secondhand dealer
Dragging rubbish up a stair
He's a secondhand dealer
Breathing heavy 'cause the air costs nothing

Trips on a ?????
Knocks a cuckoo clock onto the floor
Leans on a table
Which collapses and falls right into the door of a cupboard

Secondhand dealer with his eyes so dim that it could be night
Secondhand dealer, it's a pity for he's not a pretty sight
A man in such a poor condition
Can't have so very long to go
For the secondhand dealer life is quickly rushing by
And the secondhand dealer will be glad 'cause he can die for nothing

Gets out a bottle
He's a heavy whiskey-drinkin' man
Walkin' in circles, doesn't see the stairs
He falls and breaks his neck, he's a goner

Secondhand dealer with his eyes so dim that it could be night
Secondhand dealer, it's a pity for he's not a pretty sight

Will anybody mourn his passing
Will they pull down the dirty shop
Of the secondhand dealer, can we say that someone cried?
For the secondhand dealer, he was born and then died for nothing
For nothing, secondhand dealer

The Borning Day
Composer(s): Fred Hellerman; Fran Minkoff
Performer(s): The Brothers Four



Mary and the baby hungry
Yes, we know what hungry be
So we bring them peas and rice
And a little ginger tea
Only pigeon peas and rice
A little ginger tea
Mary thank us with her eyes
She poor the same as we
She poor the same as we

Mary and the baby lonely
Lonely is not good to be
So we sit awhile and chat awhile
To keep them company
Stay awhile makes the baby smile
Pass the time of day
When we see how pleased they be
It make us glad we stay
So glad that we could stay

Mary and the baby weary
Oh, we know what weary be
So we make a bed and pillow for their head
With down from the muhow tree
Only down from the muhow tree
To rest them soft and good
We feel bad this was all we had
We do the best we could
We do the best we could

Mary and the baby rest easy
We go away and let them be
On hush tip toe and voice kept low
We look up and see
Stars of hope shine in the sky
To mark the baby's birth
Seemed to say it's borning day
Of better times on earth
Of better times on earth

Second Week Of Deer Camp
Composer(s): Jim DeCaire; Joe Potila
Performer(s): Da Yoopers; The Deer Hunters; Brian Doherty



Someone: Hey, there goes one!
Someone Else: Hey! You shot my cow! 

It's the second week of deer camp
I got a swollen head
I'm lying with the dustballs
Underneath my bed
An icy breeze is blowing in
Through the tongue and groove
My pants are frozen to the floor
And I'm too sick to move

I didn't do too many
Only 30 cans of beer
It must have been that last shot
That put me under here

It's the second week of deer camp
And all the guys are here
We drink, play cards and shoot da bull
But never shoot no deer
The only time we leave the camp
Is when we go for beer
The second week of deer camp
Is the greatest time of year

I remember playing poker
That weasel must have won
He's wearing my new swampers
And sleeping with my gun
He's snoring like a chainsaw
The camp smells like a dump
Someone's dirty underwear
Is hanging on the pump

Mukku's in the woodbox
Eener's passed out on the stove
His flannel shirt is smoking
I wonder if he knows?

It's the second week of deer camp
And all the guys are here
We drink, play cards and shoot da bull
But never shoot no deer
The only time we leave the camp
Is when we go for beer
The second week of deer camp
Is the greatest time of year

Vito's crawling through the door
I think he got frostbite
He passed out in the outhouse
And he's been there since last night
Goofus stumbles through the door
He says he got a buck
He was coming from the wayside
And he killed it with his truck! 

And Musti cracks a beer and says
"It's time to celebrate!
Goofus got the first buck
Since 1968!" 

It's the second week of deer camp
And all the guys are here
We drink, play cards and shoot da bull
But never shoot no deer
The only time we leave the camp
Is when we go for beer
The second week of deer camp
Is the greatest time of year

It's the second week of deer camp
And all the guys are here
We drink, play cards and shoot da bull
But never shoot no deer...

Shipbuilding
Composer(s): Clive Langer; Elvis Costello
First release by: Robert Wyatt - 1982
Covered by multiple other artists



Is it worth it
A new winter coat and shoes for the wife
And a bicycle on the boy's birthday
It's just a rumour that was spread around town
By the women and children
Soon we'll be shipbuilding
Well I ask you
The boy said 'Dad They're Going To Take Me To Task
But I'll Be Back By Christmas'
It's just a rumour that was spread around town
Somebody said that someone got filled in
For saying that people get killed in
The result of this shipbuilding
With all the will in the world
Diving for dear life
When we could be diving for pearls
It's just a rumour that was spread around town
A telegram or a picture postcard
Within weeks they'll be re-opening the shipyards
And notifying the next of kin
Once again
It's all we're skilled in
We will be shipbuilding
With All The Will In The World
Diving For Dear Life
When We Could Be Diving For Pearls

Second Handed Flowers
Composer(s): Tom T. Hall
Performer(s): Tom T. Hall; George Jones; James King



I was working in Miami for a day or two
I decided I'd look up a girl that I once knew
I bought some flowers and went to see the girl I used to know
The lady at her door said she had married long ago

Times will change and towns will change, but there I was alone
And suddenly I wondered would Susie be at home
So with the flowers in my hand I walked toward her gate
Someone touched me on the arm and said, "You'll have to wait"

Then I noticed there were people standing in a line
And some of them were holdin' pretty flowers just like mine
They explained that Susie had been in an awful crash
Doctors said that she had just a little while to last

When I walked into her room I felt a sense of shame
When I heard Susie whisper, "I'm awfully glad you came"
She had been the girl that I had always gone to see
When someone that I cared for had been untrue to me

I handed her the flowers and she gently kissed my hand
She said, "Don't be embarassed, you know I understand"
I said goodbye and as I bent to kiss her fevered brow
I heard her whisper, "Thank you for the second handed flowers"

The Birthday Of A King
Composer(s): William Neidlinger
Performer(s): Judy Garland
and multiple other artists



In the little village of Bethlehem
There lay a Child one day
And the sky was bright
With a Holy light
O'er the place where Jesus lay
Alleluia, O how the angels sang!
Alleluia, how it rang!
And the sky was bright with a Holy light
'Twas the birthday of a King
Humble birthplace but oh how much God gave
To us that holy day!
From the manger bed what a path has led
What a perfect holy way
Alleluia, O how the angels sang!
Alleluia, how it rang!
And the sky was bright with a Holy light
'Twas the birthday of a King

Second Fiddle Rag
Composer(s): Doug Bowes; Marie-Lynn Hammond
Performer(s): Stringband



My man plays in a barroom band
he's got one pair of lightning hands
well he sits in the middle
and he plays jazz fiddle
right beside the big trombone
oh it's dark when he goes out to work
and light when he gets home

I asked my man
to show me how to play
he said `forget it sugar
that'll be the day
you know this may be 1931
but a woman belongs at home
baking pies and making eyes
at the man she calls her own'

So I bought me a fiddle on the sly
and a crank-up gramophone
I can't go wrong I'm playing along
with Stephane Grappelli
he turns me to jelly
I'm learning tricks and real swell licks
while my man is snoring away
goodbye Yehudi
hello Venuti
my how that kid can play...

Well did you hear the news
my man has done left town
he ran off with that old Marjorie Brown
oh I cried for a little
then I grabbed my fiddle
and I went down the the bar
I said `Hey boss listen you're missin' a musician
but you don't have to look too far

'Cause here I am
better grab me while you can
or I'll be struttin' my stuff in
ol' Ina Ray Hutton's all girl band

The Best Gift
Composer(s): Lan O'Kun
Performer(s): Barbra Streisand;
Rosemary Clooney; Kathie Lee Gifford



The best gift
That I ever got
Didn't really weigh a lot
It didn't have a ribbon 'round
And it sometimes made the terrible sound
The best of all it seems to me
It wasn't neath the christmas tree
And yet, I guess I'd have to say
That it made all the other presents twice as gay
The best gift that I've ever known
I'd always wanted most to own
Yet in my dreams of sugar and spice
I never thought it could be so nice
The best gift that I ever get
Was sometimes dry and sometimes wet
Was usually pink but oftentimes red
As it lay so innocently in its bed
The best gift of the year to me
The one I hold most dear to me
A gift that simply drove me wild
Was a tiny new born child...

Second Fiddle
Composer(s): Cavanaugh; Redman; Irving Taylor; Weldon
Performer(s): Juanita Hall
and multiple other artists



I was playing second fiddle
I was caught in a losing romance
You were also second fiddle
You, too, played the game with no chance
We were losers, we were weepers
They called us birds of a feather
Now we're finders, now we're keepers
Two aching hearts got together
We were playing second fiddle
Then we met and gave love a new start
No more playing second fiddle
Now that we're first in each other's heart

The Bells Of Christmas
Composer(s): Cahn; James Van Heusen
Performer(s): Frank Sinatra



The bells, the bells, ringing everywhere
For the sound of Christmas is in the air
The bells, the bells, from the steeple above
Telling us it's the season of love

Ring out, let the tale be told
That inspires the dream of the young and old
Love, love, let your hearts unfold
For the bells of Christmas are ringing

The bells, the bells, on a wintry night
With the friendly fire burning warm and bright
The bells, the bells, on the steeple above
Telling us it's the season of love

Ring out, let the tale be told
Tthat inspires the dream of the young and old
Love, love, let your hearts unfold
For the bells of Christmas are ringing

The bells, the bells, they've been here and now
To a world that's almost forgotten how
The bells, the bells, from the steeple above
Telling us it's the season of love

Ring out, let the tale be told
That inspires the dream of the young and old
Love, love, let your hearts unfold
For the bells of Christmas are ringing
The bells of Christmas are ringing

Second Avenue
Composer(s): Tim Moore
Performer(s): Art Garfunkel; Tim Moore; Tim Rose



Since we can no longer make it, girl
I found a new place to live my life
It's really no place at all
Just a hole in the wall, you see
It's cold and dusty but I let it be
Livin' here without you
On Second Avenue
And since our stars took different paths
I guess I won't be shavin' in your looking glass
Guess my old friendly grin
Must have started to dim, somehow
And I certainly don't need it now
Still, I keep smiling through
On Second Avenue
I can still see you standing
There on the third-floor landing
The day you visited we hardly said a word
Outside it was rainin'
You said you couldn't be stayin'
And you went back to your flowers and your birds
Since we can no longer see the light
The way we did when we kissed that night
Then all the things that we felt
Must eventually melt and fade
Like the frost on my window pane
Where I wrote, "I Am You"
On Second Avenue

The Bells Of Christmas
Composer(s): Kenny Loggins; Steve Wood
Performer(s): Kenny Loggins



Imagine a boy
Kneeling by the window
Lookin out across the driveway at the rain
Will it always rain

I remember the bells
Comin' from the churchyard
And I thought they played their music just for me
And day by day
The rain turned to snow
I don't hear them anymore

The bells of Christmas will ring for us again
When we truly do believe what Christmas really means
So light a candle that every man may see
The world of hope and promise
Like the one we knew back when and
We'll ring the bells of Christmas once again

There was a girl
Lived around the corner
With eyes as black as Mary's must have been
I wonder does she miss her friend

I remember the day
All the bells were ringing
As I watched her cross the churchyard in the snow
And all my searching
For all I lack
Is just trying to get that feeling back

The bells of Christmas will ring for us again
When we truly do believe what Christmas really means
So light a candle that every man may see
A world of hope and promise
Like the one we knew back when and
We'll ring the bells of Christmas once again

The future of the world, they say
Is in the children's hands
Perhaps if we could let them lead
We'd come to understand

The bells of Christmas will ring for us again
When we truly do believe what Christmas really means
So light a candle that every man may see
Like the one we knew back when and
We'll ring the bells of Christmas once again
We'll ring the bells of Christmas once again

Sèche Vite Tes Larmes
(German Version: Liebeskummer Lohnt Sich Nicht)
Composer(s): G. Loose; James Last; H. Ithier)
Performer(s): Dalida



Sèche vite tes larmes, sèche vite tes larmes
Tu n'as pas raison de tant pleurer
Sèche vite tes larmes à travers tes larmes
Un nouveau soleil vient se montrer

Puisqu'il t'a menti
Laisse-le partir
Ce garçon était volage
Tu es si jolie
Il te faut guérir
L'amour a d'autres visages

Sèche vite tes larmes, sèche vite tes larmes
Tu n'as pas raison de tant pleurer
Au fond de son âme la plus faible femme
A toujours espoir de mieux aimer

Il n'est pas le seul
Et d'autres garçons
Tu le sais voudraient te plaire
Ouvre ta fenêtre
Le printemps est là
Et pour toi le ciel s'éclaire

Sèche vite tes larmes, sèche vite tes larmes
Tu n'as pas raison de tant pleurer
Sèche vite tes larmes derrière tes larmes
Un nouveau soleil vient de briller

Sèche vite tes larmes, sèche vite tes larmes
Ton chagrin n'est plus qu'un souvenir
Sèche vite tes larmes, sèche vite tes larmes
Ton nouveau bonheur
C'est de sourire

The Bells Of Christmas
Danish Title: Det Kimer Nu Til Jule-Fest
Composer(s): Carl C.N. Balle



The bells of Christmas chime once more
The heavenly guest is at the door
He comes to earthly dwelling still
With new year gifts of peace, good will

This world though wide and far outspread
Could scarcely find for you a bed
Your cradle was a manger stall
No pearl no silk no kingly hall

Now let us go with quiet mind
The swaddled babe with shepherds find
To gaze on him who gladdens them
The lovliest flow'r of Jesse's stem

Oh join with me, in gladness sing
To keep our Christmas with our King
Until our song, from loving souls
Like rushing mighty water rolls!

O patriarchs' Joy, O prophets' Song
O Dayspring bright, awaited long
O son of Man, incarnate Word Great
David's Son, great David's Lord

Come, Jesus, glorious heav'nly guest
And keep your Christmas in our breast
Then David's harpstrings, hushed so long
Shall swell our jubilee of song