Should We Tell Him?
Composer(s): Don Everly; Phil Everly
Performer(s): The Everly Brothers



I took my best girl dancing 
down to my best friend's mansion 
He met us at the door and said 
Glad you're here 

Before the dance was over 
I saw him call her over 
Then he whispered thought I didn't hear 

Should we tell him 
To let him go on trusting isn't fair 
Should we tell him 
Should we tell him that his girl doesn't care 

I left them there together 
thought that I might feel better 
down at the cafe where we used to go 

Some of my friends had gathered 
just for some fun and laughter 
Then I heard two of them a talking low 

Should we tell him 
To let him go on trusting isn't fair 
Should we tell him 
Should we tell him that his girl doesn't care

The Twelve Gifts Of Christmas
(Allan Sherman)
Performer(s): Allan Sherman; The Wacky Redneck Hillbillies



On the first day of Christmas, my true love gave to me
A Japanese transistor radio

(On the second day of Christmas, my true love gave to me)
Green polka-dot pajamas
(And a Japanese transistor radio)
It's a Nakashuma

(On the third day of Christmas, my true love gave to me)
A calendar book with the name of my insurance man
(Green polka-dot pajamas)
(And a Japanese transistor radio)
It's the Mark IV model 
That's the one that's discontinued

(On the fourth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me)
A simulated alligator wallet
(A calendar book with the name of my insurance man)
(Green polka-dot pajamas)
(And a Japanese transistor radio)
And it comes in a leatherette case with holes in it 
so you can listen right through the case

(On the fifth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me)
A statue of a lady with a clock where her stomach ought to be
(A simulated alligator wallet)
(A calendar book with the name of my insurance man)
(Green polka-dot pajamas)
(And a Japanese transistor radio)
And it has a wire with a thing on one end that you can stick in your ear 
and a thing on the other end that you can't stick anywhere, because it's bent

(On the sixth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me)
A hammered aluminum nutcracker
And all that other stuff
(And a Japanese transistor radio)

(On the seventh day of Christmas, my true love gave to me)
A pink satin pillow that says San Diego, with fringe all around it
And all that other stuff
(And a Japanese transistor radio)

(On the eighth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me)
An indoor plastic birdbath
(And all that other stuff)
And a Japanese transistor radio

(On the ninth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me)
A pair of teakwood shower clogs
(And a Japanese transistor radio)

(On the tenth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me)
A chromium combination manicure scissors and cigarette lighter
(And a Japanese transistor radio)

(On the eleventh day of Christmas, my true love gave to me)
An automatic vegetable slicer that works when you see it on television 
but not when you get it home
(And a Japanese transistor radio)

On the twelfth day of Christmas, although it may seem strange
(Oooh-oooh)
On the twelfth day of Christmas, I'm going to exchange
An automatic vegetable slicer that works when you see it on television 
but not when you get it home
(Chromium combination manicure scissors and cigarette lighter)
A pair of teakwood shower clogs
(Indoor plastic birdbath)
A pink satin pillow that says San Diego, with fringe all around it
(Hammered aluminum nutcracker)
A statue of a lady, with a clock where her stomach ought to be
(Simulated alligator wallet)
A calendar book with the name of my insurance man
(Green polka-dot pajamas)
And a Japanese transistor radio
Merry Christmas everybody!

Should I?
Composer(s): Nacio Herb Brown; Arthur Freed
Performer(s): Frank Sinatra
and multiple other artists



Should I reveal exactly how I feel?
Should I confess I love you?
Should I recite beneath the pale moonlight?
And swear by the stars above you?

Could I repeat the sweetest story told?
Could I entreat, would it be too bold?

Should I reveal 'xactly how I feel?
Should I confess I love you?
 
Could I repeat that sweetest story told?
Could I entreat, would it be too bold?
 
Should I reveal 'xactly how I feel?
Should I confess I love you?
And swear by stars above you?
Should I confess I love you?

The Twelve Days Of Christmas
(Traditional)
Performer(s): Frank Sinatra



On the first day of Christmas
We gave our loving Dad
(My children gave to me)
A most lovely lavender tie

On the second day of Christmas
We gave our loving Dad
(My children gave to me)
Two silken scarves
And a most love lavender tie

Third Day = Three golf clubs

Fourth Day = Four mission lights

Fifth Day = Five ivory combs

Sixth Day = Six golden lighters

Seventh Day = Seven books of fiction

Eighth Day = Eight pairs of cufflinks

Ninth Day = Nine games of scrabble

Tenth Day = Ten silken hankies

Eleventh Day = Eleven jars of jelly

On the twelfth day of Christmas
We gave our loving Dad
(My children gave to me)
Twelve dozen kisses
Eleven jars of jelly
Ten silken hankies,
Nine games of scrabble
Eight pairs of cufflinks
Seven books of fiction
Six golden lighters
Five ivory combs,
Four mission lights
Three golf clubs
Two silken scarfs
And a most lovely lavender tie

Should I Stay Or Should I Go?
((Portuguese Version: Chopis Centis (Mamonas Assassinas) - 1995))
Composer(s): Joe Strummer - Mick Jones
First release by: The Clash - 1982
Covered by multiple other artists



Darling you gotta let me know
Should I stay or should I go?
If you say that you are mine
I'll be here 'til the end of time
So you got to let know
Should I stay or should I go?

Always tease tease tease
Siempre - coqetiando y enganyando
You're happy when I'm on my knees
Me arrodilla y estas feliz
One day is fine, next is black
Un dias bien el otro negro
So if you want me off your back
Al rededar en tu espalda
Well come on and let me know
Me tienes que desir
Should I Stay or should I go?
Me debo ir o que darme

Should I stay or should I go now?
Should I stay or should I go now?
If I go there will be trouble
An' if I stay it will be double
So come on and let me know

This indecision's bugging me
Esta undecision me molesta
If you don't want me, set me free
Si no me quieres, librame
Exactly who'm I'm supposed to be
Diga me que tengo ser
Don't you know which clothes even fit me?
Saves que robas me querda?
Come on and let me know
Me tienes que desir

Should I cool it or should I blow?
Me debo ir o quedarme?

Should I stay or should I go now?
Yo me frio o lo sophlo?
If I go there will be trouble
Si me voi - va ver peligro
And if I stay it will be double
Si me quedo es doble
So you gotta let me know
Me tienes que decir
Should I stay or should I go?
Yo me frio o lo sophlo? 

The Twelve Days Of Christmas
(Traditional)
Performer(s): Bob & Doug McKenzie



(B: Bob; D: Doug; C: Chorus)

B: OK, good day
This is our Christmas part of the album 
You can play this at your Christmas parties 
or to yourself on Christmas Eve, if there's nothin' else to do
D: Good day, eh? 
In case you thought, like, I wasn't on this part
B: Oh, I guarantee ya you'd be on 
OK, so good day 
This is the Christmas part, and we're gonna tell ya what to get ...
um ....your true love for Christmas.
D: Look out the window!
B: Where? (chuckle) 
What are ya doin'?!?
D: Snow, hosehead!
B: Well, oh, it's the Great White North, and it's snowing 'cause it's Christmastime
Hey, hoser!
D: What?
B: Here's a quiz (chuckle) 
Quiz for Doug...
D: OK, I have my "thinking took" on
B: Yeah, right 
What are the "Twelve Days of Christmas"? 
'Cause, figure it out, right? 
Christmas is when?
D: Um, the twenty-fifth ...
B: Right 
And, what's the twenty-fourth ...
Christmas Eve, right?
So ...
D: That's two
B: That's two 
And, then what's after that? (pause) 
Boxing Day
D: Wrestling Day
B: Wrestl ... get out!
D: Boxing Day, yeah, yeah
B: That's three 
Then, what's after that? 
Nothin'!
D: New Year's!
B: Four and what's ...
D: New Year's Eve?
B: That's five 
Where do ya get twelve?
D: Uh, there's two Saturdays and Sundays in there; that's four 
So, that's nine 
And three other days which, I believe, are the "mystery" days

B: OK, this our Christmas song 
just in case you don't know what to get someone for Christmas
D: There's lots of ideas in here, so listen and don't get stuck!

By the way, that's ME on the organ
B: Oh, geez
D: You start ...
B: OK ...

On the first day of Christmas, my true love gave to me
A beer

D: On the second day of Christmas, my true love gave to me 
Two turtle-necks
B: And a beer

On the third day of Christmas, my true love gave to me
Three French toast
D: Two turtle-necks
B: And a beer
D: There should be more there, eh?
B: Where? 
Oh, go!

D: Fourth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me
Four pounds of back-bacon
B: Three French toast
D: Two turtle-necks
B: And a beer
D: ... in a tree 
See, you need more

B: Oh..fifth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me
Five golden tuques
D: Four pound of back-bacon
B: Three French toast
D: Two turtle necks
B: And a beer ... where?
D: (with Bob)
In a tree

B: OK, on the sixth...oo, go!
D: ... Christmas, my true love gave to me
C: Six ...
D: Six packs of two-four
B & C: Five golden tuques
C: Four ...
D: Four pounds of back-bacon
C: Three ...
B: Three French toast
C: Two ...
D: Two turtle-necks
C: And a beeeeeeeeer ...
B: And a beer (with Doug) in a tree 
OK

On the seventh day of Christmas, my true love gave to me
Seven pack of smokes
C: Nice gift!
D: Nice gift 
Oh ... six packs of two-four
B & C: Five golden tuques
C: Four ...
D: Four pounds of back-bacon
C: Three ...
B: Three French toast
C: Two ...
D: Two turtle-necks
C: And a beeeeeeeeer ...
B: And a beer (with Doug) in a tree 
Keep forgetting
D: Whew! This should just be the "Two Days of Christmas"; it's too hard for us! 
Go, hoser

B & D: On the eighth day of Christmas, may true love gave to me
D: Eight comic books

B & D: Seven packs of smokes
Six pack of two-four
B: Five ...
C: (catches up) Five golden tuques
Four pounds of back-bacon
Three French toast
Two turtle-necks

All: And a beer ...

B & D: On my tree
B: Yeah, that beer is empty 
OK, day, um...
C: Twelve!
B: Twelve!
D: Good day, and welcome to day twelve ...

All: Five golden tooks
Four pounds of back-bacon
Three French toast
Two turtle-necks
And a beer in a treeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!

D: Where'd you learn to do that?
B: Um, albums
D: So, like, that's our song 
Merry Christmas ...
B: Merry Christmas!
D: And good day!
B: Good day! 
Ha-happy New Year, too
D: Shhh!
B: OK, you know what you left out?
D: What?
B: Donuts!
D: Oh, no!
B: I told you to get donuts 
Either on the ninth day, or the tenth day or the eleventh day, but I want donuts!
D: OK, the song's over! 
Merry Christmas, everybody!
B: ... or, on the twelfth day, you could've got me a Dozen donuts ...
D: So, ... go out to the stores and get some presents!
B: You could've gone down, to, like, the good donut shops where you buy a dozen 
you get another one free, and then it'd be thirteen for the "Thirteen Days of Christmas"!
D: Next Christmas, you can get me a chain-saw!
B: Take off!

D: Boy, that song was a beauty 
It ... it moved me
B: Yeah, I think it ranks up there with "Stairway to Heaven"
D: What?

Chopis Centis
((Adapted from: Should I Stay Or Should I Go? (The Clash) - 1982))
Composer(s): Joe Strummer - Mick Jones - Dinho - Júlio Rasec
Performer(s): Mamonas Assassinas - 1995



Eu `d`um beijo nela
E chamei pra passear 
A gente fomos no shopping
Pra `mode` a gente lanchar 
Comi uns bicho estranho, com um tal
de gergelim 
At que `tava gostoso, mas eu prefiro
aipim 

Quanta gente 
Quanta alegria 
A minha felicidade um credirio nas
Casas Bahia 

Esse tal de Chopis Centis muito legalzinho 
Pra levar a namorada e dar uns
`rolzinho` 
Quando estou no trabalho 
No vejo a hora de descer dos andaime 
Pra pegar um cinema, Schwarzneger
E tambm o Van Damme

The Twelve Days Of Christmas
(French Version: Les Douze Jours De Noël)
(Traditional)



On the first day of Christmas
my true love sent to me
A partridge in a pear tree

On the second day of Christmas
my true love sent to me
Two turtle doves
And a Partridge in a pear tree

On the third day of Christmas
my true love sent to me
Three French Hens
Two turtle doves
And a Partridge in a pear tree

On the fourth day of Christmas
my true love sent to me
Four calling birds
Three French Hens
Two turtle doves
And a Partridge in a pear tree

On the fifth day of Christmas
my true love sent to me
Five golden rings
Four calling birds
Three French Hens
Two turtle doves
And a Partridge in a pear tree

On the sixth day of Christmas
my true love sent to me
Six geese a laying
Five golden rings
Four calling birds
Three French Hens
Two turtle doves
And a Partridge in a pear tree

On the seventh day of Christmas
my true love sent to me
Seven swans a swimming
Six geese a laying
Five golden rings
Four calling birds
Three French Hens
Two turtle doves
And a Partridge in a pear tree

On the eighth day of Christmas
my true love sent to me
Eight maids a milking
Seven swans a swimming
Six geese a laying
Five golden rings
Four calling birds
Three French Hens
Two turtle doves
And a Partridge in a pear tree

On the ninth day of Christmas
my true love sent to me
Nine ladies dancing
Eight maids a milking
Seven swans a swimming
Six geese a laying
Five golden rings
Four calling birds
Three French Hens
Two turtle doves
And a Partridge in a pear tree

On the tenth day of Christmas
my true love sent to me
Ten lords a leaping
Nine ladies dancing
Eight maids a milking
Seven swans a swimming
Six geese a laying
Five golden rings
Four calling birds
Three French Hens
Two turtle doves
And a Partridge in a pear tree

On the eleventh day of Christmas
my true love sent to me
Eleven pipers piping
Ten lords a leaping
Nine ladies dancing
Eight maids a milking
Seven swans a swimming
Six geese a laying
Five golden rings
Four calling birds
Three French Hens
Two turtle doves
And a Partridge in a pear tree

On the twelfth day of Christmas
my true love sent to me
Twelve drummers drumming
Eleven pipers piping
Ten lords a leaping
Nine ladies dancing
Eight maids a milking
Seven swans a swimming
Six geese a laying
Five golden rings
Four calling birds
Three French Hens
Two turtle doves
And a Partridge in a pear tree

Should I Do It?
Composer(s): Martine Layng Jr.
Performer(s): The Pointer Sisters; Tanya Tucker



I swore when he hurt me so
I wouldn't see him anymore
But today he called my name
Ooh, I could feel the same old flame

Should I do it
Should I fall
Should I do it
After all
Is it crazy, is it right
I really wanna love him tonight

Should I do it
Should I play
Can I help it anyway
When I feel him hold me tight
I'm gonna turn on like a light

I know when we're in his car
I couldn't go just so far
I wanna give him everything
So, when I hear the telephone ring, yeah

Should I do it
Should I fall
Should I do it
After all
Is it crazy, is it right
I really wanna love him tonight

Should I do it
Should I play
Can I help it anyway
When I feel him hold me tight
I'm gonna turn on like a light

Oh, I'm so lonely and he's so fine
Maybe I should swallow my pride
Just one, one, one more time, yeah

Baby, I've got to know
Should I do it
Should I fall
Should I do it
After all
Is it crazy, is it right
I really wanna love him tonight

Should I do it
Should I play
Can I help it anyway
When I feel him hold me tight
I'm gonna turn on like a light
Should I do it
Should I do it
Should I do it
Should I do it
Should I do it...

The Star Carol
Composer(s): Wihla Hutson; Alfred S. Burt
Performer(s): Peggy Lee;
and various other artists



Long years ago on a deep winter night
High in the heav'ns a star shone bright
While in a manger a wee baby lay
Sweetly asleep on a bed of hay

Jesus, the Lord was that baby so small
Laid down to sleep in a humble stall
Then came the star and it stood overhead
Shedding its light 'round His little bed

Dear Baby Jesus how tiny Thou art
I'll make a place for Thee in my heart
And when the stars in the heavens I see
Ever and always I think of Thee

The Spirit Of Christmas
Composer(s): Liz Anderson
First recording/First release by: Liz Anderson - 1967
Covered by: Lynn Anderson - 1971



Oh hear the chimes ringing, it’s Christmas again
With tidings of peace and good will to all men
So greet every stranger and make him your friend
For that is the spirit of Christmas
(Christmas time … oh Christmas
listen there’s bells in your heart)
This I know: love must flow
For love is the spirit of Christmas

In Bethlehem’s manger in years long grown dim
The Christ child was born so our love He might win
So open your heart out and let him come in
For He is the spirit of Christmas
(Christmas time … oh Christmas
listen there’s bells in your heart)
This I know: love must flow
For love is the spirit of Christmas
Love is the spirit of Christmas

A Song For Donny
((Adapted from: This Christmas (by Donny Hathaway) - 1971))
Composer(s): Donny Hathaway; Nadine McKinnor; Carrie Lucas
Performer(s): The Whispers - 1979



People speak your name
And think what a shame you're gone
Still they know
What you've left behind
Lives in our hearts and minds
Today and tomorrow

The clouds of darkness came your way
You've given us a brighter day
And your music will be
So very, very special to me

Sometimes wealth and fame
Whispered, "Play my game"
But you, yes, you refused to
Genius touched your soul
Fortune not your gold
God's gift is what changed you

A voice like silk would weave your spell
And words of life, oh, only you tell
And your music is gonna be
Very, very special to me

In life's fleeting glance
Few have met the chance to give
All they can
And though short you stay
Before you went away with them
Now you stand

Listening to your sounds of joy
I thank one shy, ghetto boy
And your music will always be
So very, very special to me

Said I love you, Donny
And you're gonna always be
Very, very, very special to me
Gonna miss one shy, little ghetto boy
This is a song for you

Said I love you, Donny, and I miss you, Donny
You're gonna always be a friend to me
Miss you, Donny
Yeah, I miss you, Donny

Alone Again (Naturally)
((Dutch Version: 1948 (by Gerard Cox) - 1972))
Composer(s): Gilbert O'Sullivan
First release by: Gilbert O'Sullivan - 1972
Covered by multiple other artists



In a little while from now
If I'm not feeling any less sour
I promise myself to treat myself
And visit a nearby tower
And climbing to the top will throw myself off
In an effort to make it clear to whoever
What it's like when you're shattered
Left standing in the lurch at a church
Where people saying: "My God, that's tough"
"She stood him up"
"No point in us remaining"
"We may as well go home"
As I did on my own
Alone again, naturally

To think that only yesterday
I was cheerful, bright and gay 
Looking forward to who wouldn't do
The role I was about to play ?
But as if to knock me down
Reality came around
And without so much as a mere touch
Cut me into little pieces
Leaving me to doubt
Talk about God in His mercy
Who if He really does exist
Why did He desert me?
In my hour of need
I truly am indeed
Alone again, naturally

It seems to me that there are more hearts
Broken in the world that can't be mended
Left unattended
What do we do? What do we do?

Alone again, naturally

Looking back over the years
And whatever else that appears
I remember I cried when my father died
Never wishing to hide the tears
And at sixty-five years old
My mother, God rest her soul
Couldn't understand why the only man
She had ever loved had been taken
Leaving her to start with a heart so badly broken
Despite encouragement from me
No words were ever spoken
And when she passed away
I cried and cried all day
Alone again, naturally
Alone again, naturally

Shotgun Boogie
Composer(s): Tennessee Ernie Ford
First release by: Tennessee Ernie Ford - 1950
Covered by multiple other artists



There it stands in the corner with the barrel so straight
I looked out the window and over the gate
The big, fat rabbits are a-jumpin' in the grass
Wait'll they hear my old shotgun blast
Shotgun Boogie, I done saw your tracks 
Look out Mr. Rabbit when I cock my hammer back

Well, over on the ridge is a scaly bark
Hick'ry nuts so big you can see 'em in the dark
The big fat squirrels they scratch and they bite
I'll be on that ridge before daylight
Shotgun Boogie, all I need is one shot
Look out bushy tail, tonight you'll be in the pot

Well, I met a pretty gal, she was tall and thin
I asked her what she had, she said: "A Fox Four-Ten"
I looked her up and down and said: "Boy, this is love"
So we headed for the brush to shoot a big fat dove
Shotgun Boogie, boy the feathers flew
Look out Mister Dove when she draws a bead on you

I sat down on a log, took her on my lap
She said, "Wait a minute, bub, you got to see my Pap
He's got a sixteen-gauge choked down like a rifle
He don't like a man that's a-gonna trifle" 
Shotgun Boogie, draws a bead so fine 
Look out big boy, he's loaded all the time

Well, I called on her Pap like a gentleman oughta
He said: "No brush hunter's gonna get my daughter"
He cocked back the hammer right on the spot
When the gun went off, I outran the shot
Shotgun Boogie, I wanted wedding bells
I'll be back little gal, when your pappy runs out of shells

The Secret Of Giving
Composer(s): Rick Bowles; Sunny Russ
Performer(s): Reba McEntire



In this life we all go through hard times
When we struggle and pray for a lifeline
Just needing someone
To show us the way

To you the glass might seem half empty
But it's half full to those without any
So hold on to hope
And try to have faith
Oh, you've got to have faith

If there's just one secret to living
Whoever you are
It's learning the meaning of giving
With an open heart
With an open heart

If you offer the best part of yourself
Even when you don't have anything else
Honest and true
It'll come back to you
Love comes back to you

If there's just one secret to living
Whoever you are
It's learning the meaning of giving
With an open heart
With an open heart

With your arms wide open
The world opens wide
And you'll believe it deep inside

That there's just one secret to living
Whoever you are
It's finding that true joy in giving
With an open heart
With an open heart
 
								

Shotgun
Composer(s): Serge Gainsbourg
Performer(s): Serge Gainsbourg



Je te lime jusqu'au sang
Mais je sens que jamais tu n'ressens
Mon
Shotgun
Non jamais mon
Shotgun
Te sentir au septième ciel non sens
Pour moi pauv'con c'est essen-
Tiel
Shotgun
A mon
Shotgun
Quand même ah problème
Si cela n'est pas
Trop te demander
Crache-moi que tu m'aimes
Si même tu mens Samantha
Peut-être dans un avenir récent
Aurai-je ton regard incandescent
Shotgun
Avec mon
Shotgun
Je t'ai tirée des mille et des cents
A présent je sens indécent
Shotgun
Dégueu mon
Shotgun
Je voulais te le faire aux sentiments
Et même je t'aurais aimée sans
Shotgun
Sans mon
Shotgun
Je pensais avoir un ascen-
Dant sur toi, t'en à rien à foutre
De mon
Shotgun
Rien à cirer de mon
Shotgun
Quand même ah problème
Si cela n'est pas
Trop te demander
Crache-moi que tu m'aimes
Si même tu mens Samantha

The Secret Of Christmas
Composer(s): Sammy Cahn; Jimmy Van Heusen
Performer(s): Johnny Mathis;
and various other artists



It's not the glow you feel when snow appears
It's not the Christmas cards you've sent for years
Not the joyful sound when sleighbells ring
Or the merry song children sing
That little gift you send on Christmas Day
Will not bring back the friend you've turned away
So may I suggest the Secret of Christmas
Is not the things you do at Christmas time
But the Christmas things you do all year through

Shotgun
Composer(s): Autry DeWalt II
First release by: Jr. Walker & The All Stars - 1965
Covered by multiple other artists



I said, Shotgun shoot 'em for he runs now
Do the jerk baby
Do the jerk now
Hey!

Put on your red dress
And then you go downtown now
I said buy yourself a shotgun now
We're gonna break it down baby now
We're gonna load it up baby now
And then you shoot him for he runs now

I said,Shotgun shoot em for he runs now
Do the jerk baby
Do the jerk now
Hey!

I said,Shotgun shoot em for he runs now
Do the jerk baby
Do the jerk now
Hey!

Put on your high heels shoes
I said we're goin' down here listen to em play blues
We're gonna dig potatoes
We're gonna pick tomatoes

I said,Shotgun shoot em for he runs now
Do the jerk baby
Do the jerk now
Hey!

I said it's Twine Time
I said it's Twine Time
I said it's Twine Time
Hey!

The Reindeer Boogie
Composer(s): Hank Snow; Charlie "Peanut" Faircloth; Cordia Volkmar
Performer(s): Hank Snow; 
Trisha Yearwood; Dan Neale



Santa had a cup of coffee and he ate a little snack
Thru his pack right over his back
Open the windows of his little shack
And Shouted Oh Dasher and Dancer
Vixen and Blitzen come on here
Were gonna get a-going and spread some cheer
So limber your legs and sharpen your hooves
'Cause tonight is the night were gonna jump on the roof

Well the reindeer they were so proud and grand
To take another trip all over the land
They jumped right into thier proper place
To get hepped up for that midnight race

Ol' Santa he shook off the ice and snow
Boarded his sleigh and then yelled "Lets go!"
All the little toys were happy too cause they were so bright and new
A little piano then started to play
Oh Santa began to swing and sway
Thought he heard a toy drum starting to beat
But he found it was just the rhythm of the reindeer feet

The reindeer boogied in the middle of the road
Tonight we have a mighty big load
Dont boogie to the left, now boogie to the right
Do the reindeer boogie this Christmas eve night

Shot Down In The Night
Composer(s): Steve Swindells
Performer(s): Hawkwind; Steve Swindells



Numbers called as they're waiting in a line
Camouflaged like a jungle snake
Acting tough, just enough
'Til they start to break
Then they're off with a rush of adrenalin
Holding on to a world unseen
The only sound is the pumping of the great machine

The secret's only for a few
Superpower looks down on you
Someone's watching every move
You can break the lock and turn on the light
You know your danger feelings are right
Try to run or put up a fight
You'll be shot down in the night
Shot down like an animal

See them run like rats from the factory
Push them out to the twilight zone
Let them feed on their needs
'Til they're overthrown
Take them up to a place in the gallery
Show them God with an angel face
Curtain call for the fall
Of the Human race

Play it straight and it seems like a mystery
Tell the truth and it sounds like lies
Looking down at the ground
With your angry eyes
Play the game and you'll see there's a difference
Join the ranks and you'll get your kicks
See the world, and the girls, and the dirty tricks

The secret's only for a few
Superpower looks down on you
Someone's watching every move
You can break the lock and turn on the light
You know your danger feelings are right
Try to run or put up a fight
You'll be shot down in the night
Shot down like an animal