The Man From Galilee
Composer(s): Holloway
Performer(s): Christy Lane; Connie Smith



It was Christmas Eve in a little Texas town
The snow was falling softly to the ground
Outside a little chapel stood a man
With sightless eyes a candle in his hand
 
Oh Lord if you're there help me in
I need to light a candle for a friend
He came from a land across the sea
They call Him the Man from Galilee
 
And no one seemed to hear his lonely cry
They laughed with Christmas cheer and walked on by
Inside they watched a clock upon the wall
Put silver in the box and left the hall

Oh Lord if you're there help me in
I need to light a candle for a friend
He came from a land across the sea
They call Him the Man from Galilee
 
Soon the church was quiet in the night
And one-by-one the candles lost their light
In darkness now the old man knelt to pray
Forgive them Lord they must have lost their way

Oh Lord if you're there hear my prayer
Let the message of Your birthday fill the air
Let the lesson of your life help us see
That Christmas is the Man from Galilee

Oh Lord if you're there help me in
I need to light a candle for a friend
He came from a land across the sea
They call Him the Man from Galilee

The Merry Christmas Polka
Composer(s): Willie Phelps
Performer(s): Jim Reeves



This is Christmas season so there isn't any reason
We can't dance the Christmas polka
Hear sleigh-bells ringing' everybody's singing
Dancing the Christmas polka
Christmas trees and holly make everyone so jolly
And love just fills the air
It's a wonderful world for a boy and a girl
While dancing the Christmas polka

The merry Christmas polka, let's dance, let's dance, let's dance
Everyone's so happy, the air is filled with romance
Watch the sweethearts kissing' as they dance underneath the mistletoe
It's a sight to behold for the young and the old
The merry Christmas polka

This is Christmas season so there isn't any reason
We can't dance the Christmas polka
Hear sleigh-bells ringing' everybody's singing
Dancing the Christmas polka
Christmas trees and holly make everyone so jolly
And love just fills the air
It's a wonderful world for a boy and a girl
While dancing the Christmas polka

Shoot Your Best Shot 
Composer(s): Isaac Hayes; M. Hayes
Performer(s): Linda Clifford



My love’s not a play toy
That you find in a novelty shop
I’m tellin’ you today, boy
To get me it’s gonna take a lot

They say you have your ways with ladies
And they find you so hard to resist
To me you’re just a maybe, yeah
Flyin’ high on an ego trip

(Shoot your best shot)
If you want me, if you need me, got to have me
And you want all the love I got
(Shoot your best shot)
If you want me, if you need me, got to have me
Believe me, I got a lot
(Shoot your best shot)
If you want me, if you need me, got to have me
And your love, it really hits the spot

Ooh

Come on (Come on), come on (Come on), come on (Come on), do it, baby
Come on (Come on), come on (Come on), come on (Come on), shoot it, baby

You’re good in a disco
No one moves quite as good as you do
Now that you’re off the dance floor
Is dancin’ all that you do

So you’re a super rapper
And a lover of fantastic skills
Well, you better be convincing, yeah
‘Cause with me it’s just a one shot deal, hey

(Shoot your best shot)
If you want me, if you need me, got to have me
And you want all the love I got
(Shoot your best shot)
If you want me, if you need me, got to have me
Believe me, I got a lot
(Shoot your best shot)
If you want me, if you need me, got to have me
And your love, it really hits the spot

Come on (Come on), come on (Come on), come on (Come on), do it, baby
Come on (Come on), come on (Come on), come on (Come on), shoot it, baby

Said I’m what you want, boy
And I sho’ got what you need
But you’ve got to be experienced, yeah
If you want good lovin’ from me

You’ve got to risk your reputation
Of bein’ one hell of a man
So start makin’ preparation, yeah
‘Cause it’s gonna be an all night thing, hey

(Shoot your best shot)
If you want me, if you need me, got to have me
And you want all the love I got
(Shoot your best shot)
If you want me, if you need me, got to have me
Believe me, I got a lot
(Shoot your best shot)
If you want me, if you need me, got to have me
And your love, it really hits the spot

(Shoot your best shot)
If you want me, if you need me, got to have me
And you want all the love I got

Come on (Come on), come on (Come on), come on (Come on), shoot it, baby

(Shoot your best shot)
If you want me, if you need me, got to have me
Believe me, I got a lot

Come on (Come on), come on (Come on), come on (Come on), shoot it, baby

(Shoot your best shot)
If you want me, if you need me, got to have me
And your love, it really hits the spot

Come on (Come on), come on (Come on), come on (Come on), shoot it, baby

(Shoot your best shot)
If you want me, if you need me, got to have me
And your lovin’ is really hot

Come on (Come on), come on (Come on), come on (Come on), shoot it, baby

(Shoot your best shot)

(Everybody's Waitin' For) The Man With The Bag
Composer(s): Dudley A. Brooks - Hal Stanley - Irving Taylor
Performer(s): Kay Starr
and multiple other artists



Oh Mr. Kringle, is soon gonna jingle
The bells that'll tinkle all your troubles away 
Everybody's waitin' for the man with the bag
'Cause christmas is comin' again

He's got a sleighfull, that's not gonna stay-full 
He's got stuff to drop at every stop on the way 
Everybody's waitin' for the man with the bag
'Cause christmas is comin' again

He'll be here
With the answers to the prayers that you made through the year 
You'll get yours 
If you've done everything you should, extra-special good

He'll make this December, the one you'll remember
The best and the merriest you ever did have 
Everybody's waitin' for the man with the bag 
Christmas is here again! 

Oh Mr. Kringle, is soon gonna jingle
All the bells that'll tinkle all your troubles away 
Everybody's waitin' for the man with the bag
'Christmas is here again

He's got a sleighfull, that's not gonna stay-full 
Got stuff to drop at every stop on the way 
Everybody's waitin' for the man with the bag
'Cause christmas is here again

He'll be here
With the answers to the prayers that you made through the year
You'll get yours 
If you've done everything you should, extra-special good

He'll make this December, the one you'll remember
The best and the merriest you ever did have 
Everybody's waitin' 
They're all congregatin' 
Waitin' for the man with the bag! 

Better watch out now!

Shoot 'Em Up, Baby
Composer(s): Jeff Barry; Andy Kim
Performer(s): Andy Kim; The Searchers



Girl I love you, you know I do
And I do not doubt that you love me too
Aw but you're so young
Your life's just begun

Something tells me there'll come a day
When you just might wonder what slipped away
While you've been with me
And you will want to be free

So Shoot 'em up baby
Shoot 'em up baby
Shoot 'em up baby
Get on out and shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up
Shoota, shoota
Come on shoot 'em up baby, shoot 'em up baby

If I lost you now I would surely cry
But to lose you later, you know I'd die
Don't misunderstand
Girl I have nothing planned

You should go where the lights are bright
And make all the scenes and stay out all night
And have no fear
Girl I'll be right here

Shoot 'em up baby
Shoot 'em up baby
Shoot 'em up baby
Get on out and shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up
shoota shoota
Come on shoot 'em up baby, shoot 'em up baby
Shoota, shoota, shoota, shoota, shoota, shoota
Shoot 'em up baby, shoot 'em up baby

Go on and spread your wings and fly
Try to touch the sky
But keep your powder dry

Shoot 'em up baby, shoot 'em up baby, shoot 'em up baby
Get on out and shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up
Shoota shoota
Come on shoot 'em up baby
shoot 'em up baby
shoot 'em up baby
shoot 'em up baby

The Man With All The Toys
Composer(s): Brian Wilson; Mike Love
First release by: The Beach Boys - 1964
Covered by multiple other artists



He´s the man with all the toys...

Someone found a lighted house late one night
And he saw through the window a sight
A big man in a chair
And little tiny men everywhere
He´s the man with all the toys

How thrilled that someone must have been
And he must have been tempted to go in
He stayed out in the cold
And when he left us he told
About the man with all the toys
He´s the man with all the toys
The man with all the toys
He´s the man with all the toys

Shoo-Be-Doo-Be-Doo-Da-Day
Composer(s): Henry Cosby; Sylvia May; Stevie Wonder
Performer(s): Stevie Wonder; Michael Jackson



Your precious sweetheart, she's so faithful, she's so true, oh yeah
Her dreams are tumblin', her world is crumblin' because of you, uhh uh
One day you'll hurt her just once too much
And when you finally lose your tender touch, hey, hey
Shoo-Be-Doo-Be-Doo- Be-Doo-Da-Day
Her feet may wander, her heart may stray, oh yeah
Shoo-Be-Doo-Be-Doo- Be-Doo-Da-Dee
You gonna send your baby straight to me

I'm gonna give her all the lovin' within my heart, oh yeah
I'm gonna patch up every single little dream you tore apart, understand me?
And when she tells you she's cried her last tear
Heaven knows I'm gonna be somewhere near, oh yeah
Shoo-Be-Doo-Be-Doo- Be-Doo-Da-Day
Her feet may wander, her heart may stray, baby
Shoo-Be-Doo-Be-Doo- Be-Doo-Da-Dee
Love's gon' send your baby straight to me, yeah, hum, yeah

You'd better listen to me, yeah, yeah
Heartaches are callin' tears are fallin' because of you, hey, yeah
And when you're gone she'll know I'm the one to go to her rescue
Baby you didn't know that thing
You're gonna leave her once too many times and when you come back
That girl's gonna be mine, all mine, hey, hey
Shoo-Be-Doo-Be-Doo- Be-Doo-Da-Day
Her feet may wander, her heart may stray, yeah, yeah
Shoo-Be-Doo-Be-Doo- Be-Doo-Da-Dee
Love's gon' send your baby straight to me, hey, hey

The Magic Of Christmas Day (God Bless Us Everyone) 
Composer(s): Dee Snider
Performer(s): Celine Dion; Lynn Geyer; Rosie O'Donnell



Deck the halls with boughs of holly
It's the season to be jolly
And be thankful for all that we have
All the lights and decorations
Put up in anticipation
Of the joyful celebration
That's on its way
We're counting the days
'Til it's time for Christmas day

Oh and God bless us every one
The good and the bad, the happy, the sad
Oh and God bless us every one
Here's to family and friends
It's good to be here again

On the streets there's children laughing
People smile as they are passing
Christmas time is here, our waiting is done
Wishing it could last forever
Not just twelve days in December
Through the year let's try to remember
That special way
That everyone feels
It's the magic of Christmas day

Oh and God bless us every one
The good and the bad, the happy, the sad
Oh and God bless us every one
Here's to family and friends
It's good to be here again

So fill your heart with love and joy
And through the eyes of girls and boys
Share their wonder, live through their joy
It's easy to do
Just open your heart
The spirit will come to you

Oh and God bless us every one
The good and the bad, the happy, the sad
Oh and God bless us every one
Here's to family and friends
It's good to be here again

The Little Christmas Tree
Composer(s): Mickey Rooney
Performer(s): Nat King Cole; The Duprees; Al Jarreau



Little Christmas Tree
No one to buy you, give yourself to me
You're worth your weight in precious gold, you see
My little Christmas tree

Promise you will be
Nobody else's little Christmas tree
I'll make you sparkle, just you wait and see
My little Christmas tree

I'll put some tinsel in your hair
And you'll find that there's a strange new change
That you have never seen
I'll bring my boy a toy
He'll jump for joy
To see his bright new queen

With me you will go far
I'll show Saint Nick the tree you really are
And there'll be peace on Earth when Daddy lights your star
My little Christmas tree

With me you will go far
I'll show Saint Nick the tree you really are
And there'll be peace on Earth when Daddy lights your star
My little Christmas tree

You're big enough for three
My little Christmas tree

Almost Cut My Hair 
Composer(s): David Crosby
First release by: Crosby, Stills, Nash & Young - 1970
Covered by multiple other artists



Almost cut my hair
It happened just the other day
It's gettin kinda long
I could have said it was in my way
But I didn't and I wonder why
I feel like letting my freak flag fly
Cause I feel like I owe it to someone

Must be because I had the flu' for Christmas
And I'm not feeling up to par 
It increases my paranoia
Like looking in my (rear-view) mirror and seeing a police car
But I'm not giving in an inch to fear
Cause I promised myself this year
I feel like I owe it to someone

When I finally get myself together
I'm going to get down in that sunny southern weather
And I find a place inside a laugh 
Separate the wheat from the chaff 
I feel like I owe it to someone

Shoo Shoo Baby
Composer(s): Phil Moore
Performer(s): Geraldo & His Orch.
and multiple other artists



You've seen him up and down the avenue
And now he's wearing the navy blue
She had a tear in the corner of her eye
As he said his last goodbye

Shoo, shoo, baby
Shoo, sh-sh, baby
Bye, bye, bye baby
Your papa's off to the seven seas

Do-on't cry baby
Do-on't sigh baby
Bye, bye, bye baby
When I come back we'll live a life of ease

Seems kinda tough now
To say goodbye this way
But papa's gotta be rough now
So that he can be sweet to you another day

Bye-iy-iy baby
Do-on't cry baby
Shoo, shoo, shoo baby
Your papa's off to the seven seas

Bye Bye Bye baby
Do-on’t cry my baby
Shoo-oo-sh baby
‘cos your papa’s off to the seven seas

The Little Grave
Composer(s): John D. Loudermilk
Performer(s): John D. Loudermilk
and multiple other artists



On Christmas Eve I went a walking out beyond the city gate
For to fetch a fresh young pheasant for my darling's Christmas plate

It was snowing oh so quietly and the woods were wide and soft
Just the sound of snowflakes falling and the footsteps as I walked

There I saw a fresh young pheasant and I shot and killed him there
And I heard a distant church bell as the bird fell from the air

As I held his dying body the strangest thought came over me
God had made this little body that I have killed on Christmas Eve

All the woods were dark and shadowed with the light the cold stars gave
I sent a prayer to God in heaven and covered up the little grave
And covered up the little grave

Shoo Fly Pie And Apple Pan Dowdy
Composer(s): Sammy Gallop; Guy Wood
Performer(s): Dinah Shore
and multiple other artists



If you wanna do right by your appetite
If you're fussy about your food
Take a choo-choo today, head New England way
And we'll put you in the happiest mood with
Shoo Fly Pie and Apple Pan Dowdy 
Makes your eyes light up
Your tummy say "Howdy" 
Shoo Fly Pie and Apple Pan Dowdy 
I never get enough of that wonderful stuff
Shoo Fly Pie and Apple Pan dowdy makes the sun come out 
When Heavens are cloudy
Shoo Fly Pie and Apple Pan Dowdy
I never get enough of that wonderful stuff! 
Mama! When you bake
Mama! I don't want cake
Mama! For my sake 
Go to the oven and make some ever lovin' Sh 
Shoo Fly Pie and Apple Pan Dowdy 
Makes your eyes light up
Your tummy say "Howdy" 
Shoo Fly Pie and Apple Pan Dowdy 
I never get enough of that wonderful stuff!

Little Drummer Boy ((aka Peace on Earth/Little Drummer Boy (David Bowie & Bing Crosby) - 1982))
((Adapted from: Carol Of The Drum (The Jack Halloran Singers) - 1957))
Composer(s): Katherine Davis - Henry Onorati - Harry Simeone
Performer(s): The Harry Simeone Chorale - 1958
and multiple other artists

Versions In Other Languages:
1965 - L'enfant Au Tambour (Nana Mouskouri)
1965 - Den Lille Trommesla'r (Bjørn Tidmand)
1966 - La Cancion Del Tamborilero (Raphael)
1973 - Kleine Trommelaar (Will Tura)
1987 - Der Kleine Trommler (Heintje)
2009 - Trommedrengen (Linda Andrews, Malmö Symfoniorkester, Dobbeltkvartetten)



Come, they told me (pa-rum-pa-pa-pum)
A new-born King to see (pa-rum-pa-pa-pum)
Our finest gifts we bring (pa-rum-pa-pa-pum)
To lay before the King (pa-rum-pa-pa-pum
rum-pa-pa-pum, rum-pa-pa-pum)
So to honor Him (pa-rum-pa-pa-pum)
When we come

Baby Gesu (pa-rum-pa-pa-pum)
I am a poor boy, too (pa-rum-pa-pa-pum)
I have no gift to bring (pa-rum-pa-pa-pum)
That's fit to give a King (pa-rum-pa-pa-pum
rum-pa-pa-pum, rum-pa-pa-pum)
Shall I play for you (pa-rum-pa-pa-pum)
On my drum?

Mary nodded (pa-rum-pa-pa-pum)
The ox and lamb kept time (pa-rum-pa-pa-pum)
I played my drum for Him (pa-rum-pa-pa-pum)
I played my best for Him (pa-rum-pa-pa-pum
rum-pa-pa-pum, rum-pa-pa-pum)
Then, He smiled at me (pa-rum-pa-pa-pum)
Me and my drum

Shoo Be Doo
Composer(s): Ric Ocasek
Performer(s): The Cars



It's funny, honey, but you don't care
You never want to take me anywhere
You ride around in your cadium car
You keep wishing upon a star

Why is it you don't care
Don't you go making eyes at me
Don't remind me
Don't you tell me what to do
Shoo be doo

The Little Boy That Santa Claus Forgot 
Composer(s): Tommie Connor; Jimmy Leach; Michael Carr
Performer(s): Nat King Cole;
and various other artists



Christmas comes but once a year for ev'ry girl and boy
The laughter and the joy they find in each toy
I'll tell you of a little boy who lives across the way
This little feller's Christmas is just another day

He's the little boy that Santa Claus forgot
And goodness knows he didn't want a lot
He sent a note to Santa for some soldiers and a drum
It broke his little heart when he found Santa hadn't come

In the street, he envies all those lucky boys
Then wanders home to last year's broken toys 
I'm so sorry for that laddie
He hasn't got a daddy
The little boy that Santa Claus forgot

Shoeshine Boy
Composer(s): Gerry Rafferty
Performer(s): Gerry Rafferty



Shoeshine boy, he’s makin’ his money workin’ dowtown on Main Street
Shoeshine boy, I know it ain’t funny cleanin’ everything on two feet
Get down, get down upon your knees and brush your blues away
It won’t be long ‘til Saturday night 
and you’ll be dancin’ with your lady ‘til the break of day

Shoeshine boy, don’t have no ambition, just wants to be a kerbside boot black
Shoeshine boy, your daddy’s getting older, gotta take the weight off his back
Get down, get down upon your knees and brush your blues away
It won’t be long ‘til Saturday night 
and you’ll be dancin’ with your lady ‘til the break of day

You know you feel so good when she comes to need you
And when you’re dancin’ together, you just can’t beat you
Get down, get down upon your knees and brush your blues away
It won’t be long ‘til Saturday night 
and you’ll be dancin’ with your lady ‘til the break of day

You know you feel so good when she comes to need you
And when you’re dancin’ together, you just can’t beat you

Shoeshine boy, he’s makin’ his money workin’ dowtown on Main Street
Shoeshine boy, I know it ain’t funny cleanin’ everything on two feet
Get down, get down upon your knees and brush your blues away
It won’t be long ‘til Saturday night 
and you’ll be dancin’ with your lady ‘til the break of day

The King Of Christmas
Composer(s): Ron Bell; George Cochran
Performer(s): Ray Stevens



Well, it was 10 o'clock on Christmas Eve
I was wipein' eggnog on my sleeve
Tryin' hard to fight those Christmas blues
I went to bed,turned out the light
I woke up sometime around midnight
Thought I heard somebody singin' Blue Suede Shoes
Well, I got up and scratched my head
I know that voice,but who I said
Opened the window and looked outside
I saw nine raindeer parked out back
Hitched up to a long pink cadillac
They looked like they'd just finished one heck of a ride
Well, my hair stood up on the back of my neck
I went downstairs for one quick check
I just had to find out for myself
Well,he was big that much was true
But he looked like someone else I knew
Not like that white bearded,rosie cheeked old man
Oh, he's the King, The King of Christmas
(He's the king, the King of Christmas)
Alive and well and ridin' in his sleigh
And I just can't help believin'
Well those tabloids aint decivin'
Cuz the King of Christmas
Passed me on his way!
Now beneath his cap of jet black hair
And sideburns hangin' down to there
He wore a silver belt around his waist
Then with a swivel of his hip
He started to curl his upper lip
With a look that said Merry Christmas on his face
Then with a karate kick he whirled around
I saw him write something down
He took the note and he stuffed it in my sock
Then he put a record under the tree
Just before he turned to leave
He hummed a bit of Jailhouse Rock
Oh, he's the King, The King of Christmas
(He's the king, the King of Christmas)
Alive and well and ridin' in his sleigh
And I just can't help believin'
Well those tabloids aint decivin'
Cuz the King of Christmas
Passed me on his way!
Then he pulled up his collar and flipped back his hair
And disappeared into thin air
I saw the sequins glitter upon his coat
That 45 that he'd laid down was
Santa Claus Is Back In Town
And I played it while I read the words he wrote
I'll outlive rock and roll and postage stamps that say I'm dead
And at the bottom he signed his famous name
Well, some say the King was put to rest
But me and Santa, we know best
And I bet somewhere there's elves that'll say the same
Oh he's the King,the King of Christmas
(He's the king,the King of Christmas)
Alive and well and ridin' in his sleigh
And as I heard that sleigh rev and fly
Through the night there came a cry
Santa Claus has left the building!
Oh, he's the King, The King of Christmas
(He's the king, the King of Christmas)
Alive and well and ridin' in his sleigh
And I just can't help believin'
Well those tabloids aint decivin'
Cuz the King of Christmas
Passed me on his way!

Shoe Shine Boy
Composer(s): Saul Chaplin; Sammy Cahn
Performer(s): Louis Armstrong
and multiple other artists



Though you haven't many toys
You don't envy any boys
Every day's a work day
Your work is just a game
I'd like to sing your praise
but I don't know your name

You're just a shoe shine boy
You work hard all day
Shoe shine boy
Got no time to play
Every nickel helps a lot
So shine, shine, shoe shine boy

You find joy in the things you do
Shoe shine boy seldom ever blue
You're content with what you've got
So shine, shine, shoe shine boy

People look at you with scorn
'cos your clothes are worn and torn
Still you never whine
You keep looking up and down the street
Pleading with each one you meet
Brother can you spare a shine

Oh, Shoe shine boy soon the day will come
Shoe shine boy soon a tune you'll hum
Every nickel helps a lot
So shine, shine, shoe shine boy
Shoe shine, shoe shine boy

The Hustle
Composer(s): Van McCoy
First release by: Van McCoy & The Soul City Symphony - 1975



Look here's a dance
So old it's new
'Cause trash disco is seventies cool
Like country line dance, to some it's fine
Sadly though, you gotta lose your mind
Get organized, discipline is fun
I want to encourage everyone
To coordinate your steps and clap
Avoid the individuality trap
Take a walk on the wild side
And the African-American women sing
Do the Hustle!
Do the Hustle!
Do the Hustle!

Do the Hustle!

Express yourself
Is a wonderful thought
But right here, right now, please do not!
Specific moves fit the grooves
You got nothing more to prove
Coordinate your steps and clap
Avoid the individuality trap
Take a walk on the wild side
And the African-American women sing
Do the Hustle!
Do the Hustle!
Do the Hustle!

Hey!

Do it!

Everybody!

Everybody!

Hey!

Do the Hustle!

All the boys and all the girls

Doin' the Hustle

Do the Hustle

Everybody 

Get up!

It's fun!

It's free!