Todo El Tiempo Del Mundo
(Adapted from: Soleado - 1974)
Composer(s): Ciro Dammico; Ray Girado
Performer(s): Manolo Otero - 1974

Titles In Other Languages:
1974 - On Ne Vit Pas Sans Se Dire Adieu 
1974 - Tränen Lügen Nicht
1974 - When A Child Is Born



Hoy tengo tiempo
tengo todo el tiempo del mundo
para pensar en nosotros
para pensar en ti … y en mi
y en todas las pequeñas cosas
que nos rodeaban
y que entonces no comprendi
Y es que aun te quiero
si … te quiero … te quiero!
Y pienso en aquellas mañanas
y siento aun el calor
de nuestros cuerpos
que entre las sabanas
formaban una carcel maravillosa
de la que nos resistiamos a huir
Recuerdo nuestro lenguaje
hecho de caricias y susurros
Como te echo de menos
y cuanto te quiero …
Si
Recuerdas? … Si
Pero aquello acabo, como acaba todo
casi sin querer, igual que
el rio se pierde en el mar
No, no … no fue culpa tuya ni mia
pero con nuestro orgullo
perdimos mil cosas bellas
Hoy tengo tiempo
tengo todo el tiempo del mundo
y cuanto mas pienso, mas te añoro
y mas te deseo…
Y es que aun te quiero …
Te Quiero … Te Quiero!
Si
Pero donde estas?

Twinkle Twinkle Little Me
Composer(s): Ron Miller; William O'Malley
Performer(s): The Supremes; Stevie Wonder



Twinkle twinkle little me
I have a lonely life 
I’m the star upon your tree
That makes your christmas bright 

Twinkle twinkle little me
I left the milky way 
Just so I could be with you on Christmas day 
Christmas brought me where you are
And heaven gave me life 
I’m that friendly little star
You wish upon each night 

Twinkle twinkle 
Oh, twinkle twinkle little me 
I have a present too 
If you give unshelfishly
And make a wish come true 
I’ll always shine on you 

Twinkle little me 
Twinkle twinkle little me 
Ooh, Christmas brought me where you are
And heaven gave me life 
I’m that friendly star
You wish upon each night 

Twinkle twinkle little me
I have a present too 
If you give unshelfishly
And make a wish come true 
I’ll always shine for you 

Twinkle little me 
I’ll always shine for you 
Twinkle little me
I’ll always shine for you

Tränen Lügen Nicht
(Adapted from: Soleado - 1974)
Composer(s): Ciro Dammico; Michael Holm
Performer(s): Michael Holm - 1974

Titles In Other Languages:
1974 - On Ne Vit Pas Sans Se Dire Adieu 
1974 - Tränen Lügen Nicht
1974 - Todo El Tiempo Del Mundo



Wenn du ihr sagst alles ist vorbei
wenn du nicht glaubst sie ist dir nur treu
Dreh dich einmal um, schau in ihr Gesicht
und du wirst seh'n, Tränen lügen nicht

Bei Tag und Nacht mit ihr war es schön
Die Tür steht auf, willst du wirklich geh'n
Wie ein offenes Buch ist Herz für dich
und du erkennst Tränen lügen nicht

Vergoss'nen Wein den trinkt keiner mehr
Ein verlor'nes Herz bleibt für immer leer
Es ist nie zu spät, komm entscheide dich
Reich ihr die Hand, Tränen lügen nicht

Die große Stadt lockt mit ihrem Glanz
mit schönen Frau'n, mit Musik und Tanz
Doch der Schein hält nie, was er dir verspricht
Kehr endlich um, Tränen lügen nicht

Dreh dich noch mal um
Schau in ihr Gesicht
und du verstehst, Tränen lügen nicht

The Twelve Pains Of Christmas
Composer(s): Dennis Amero; Bob Rivers; Brian Silva
Performer(s): Bob Rivers



The first thing at Christmas that's such a pain to me
Is finding a Christmas tree

The second thing at Christmas that's such a pain to me
Angry husband:
Rigging up the lights
And finding a Christmas tree

The third thing at Christmas that's such a pain to me
Man getting over being drunk:
Hangovers
Rigging up the lights
And finding a Christmas tree

The fourth thing at Christmas that's such a pain to me
Exhausted man:
Sending Christmas cards
Hangovers
Rigging up the lights
And finding a Christmas tree

The fifth thing at Christmas that's such a pain to me
Five months of bills!
Sending Christmas cards
Hangovers
Rigging up the lights
And finding a Christmas tree

The sixth thing at Christmas that's such a pain to me
Nervous wife:
Facing my in-laws
Five months of bills!
Oh, I hate those Christmas cards!
Hangovers
Rigging up these lights!
And finding a Christmas tree

The seventh thing at Christmas that's such a pain to me
Nervous wife's husband:
The Salvation Army
Facing my in-laws
Five months of bills!
Sending Christmas cards
Oh, geez!
I'm tryin' to rig up these lights!
And finding a Christmas tree

The eighth thing at Christmas that such a pain to me
Whining kid:
I wanna transformer for Christmas!!!!
Charities
And whataya mean "Your in-laws"?!?
Five months of bills!
Oh, making out these cards
Honey, get me a beer, huh?
What, we have no extension cords?!?
And finding a Christmas tree

The ninth thing at Christmas that's such a pain to me
A tired father:
Finding parking spaces
Daddy, I want some candy!!!!
Donations!
Facing my in-laws
Five months of bills!
Writing out those Christmas cards
Hangovers!
Now why the hell are they blinking?!?!?
And finding a Christmas tree

The tenth thing at Christmas that's such a pain to me
A mother:
"Batteries Not Included"
No parking spaces
Buy me somethin'!!!
Get a job, ya bum!
Oh, facing my in-laws!
Five months of bills!
Yo-ho, sending Christmas cards
Oh, geez, look at this!
One light goes out, they all go out!!!
And finding a Christmas tree

The eleventh thing of Christmas that's such a pain to me
A male couch potato:
Stale TV specials
"Batteries Not Included"
No parking spaces
Dad, I gotta go ta bathroom!!
Charities!
She's a witch...I hate her!
Five months of bills!
Oh, I don't even know half these people!
Oh, who's got the toilet paper, huh?
Get a flashlight...I blew a fuse!!
And finding a Christmas tree

The twelfth thing of Christmas that's such a pain to me
Two men:
Singing Christmas carols
Stale TV specials
"Batteries Not Included"
No parking?!?
Waaaaaaaaaah! Waaaaaaaaaah!
Charities!
Gotta make 'em dinner!
Five months of bills!
I'm not sendin' them this year, that's it!
Shut up, you!
Fine! You're so smart, you rig up the lights!!!
And finding a Christmas tree

Shut Up
Composer(s): Chris Foreman; Graham "Suggs" McPherson
Performer(s): Madness



I tell you I didn't do it
'Cause I wasn't there
Don't blame me, it just isn't fair
You listen to their side
Now listen to mine
Can't think of a story
Sure you'll find me sometime
Now pass the blame and don't blame me
Just close your eyes and count to three
(One two three)
Then I'll be gone and you'll forget
The broken window, t.v. set
It wasn't me either, I'm just his mate
He told me to stand here and watch the gate
I've got a wife and three kids you know
They'll tell you I'm straight, at least I think so
I'm as honest as the day is long,
The longer the daylight, the less I do wrong
Now pass the blame and don't blame me
Just close your eyes and count to three
(One two three)
Then I'll be gone and you'll forget
The broken window, t.v. set
Pass the blame and don't blame me
Just close your eyes and count to three
(One two three)
Then I'll be gone and I'll forget
That what you give is what you get...
Pass the blame and don't blame me
Just close your eyes and count to three
(One two three)
Then I'll be gone and you'll forget
The broken window, t.v. set
Pass the blame and don't blame me
Just close your eyes and count to three
(One two three)
Then I'll be gone and I'll forget
That what you give is what you get...

'Twas The Night Before Christmas
Composer(s): Clement C. Moore; Matthew Quinn; Noel Paul Stookey
Performer(s): Peter, Paul and Mary



't Was the night before Christmas and all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care
In the hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there 

The children were nestled all snug in their beds
While visions of sugar plums danced in their heads
Mom in her kerchief and I in my cap
Had just settled down for a long winter's nap 

When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter
I sprang from my bed to see what was the matter
Away to the window I flew with a flash
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash 

The moon on the breast of the new fallen snow
Gave a luster of mid-day to objects below.
When what to my wondering eyes should appear
But a miniature sleigh and eight tiny reindeer 

With a little old driver so lively and quick
Well I knew in a moment, it must be St. Nick
More rapid than eagles, his coursers they came
And he whistled and he shouted and he called them by name 

"On Dasher, on Dancer, on Prancer and Vixen
On Comet, on Cupid, on Donner and Blitzen!
To the top of the porch, to the top of the wall
Now, dash away, dash away, dash away all!" 

As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly
When they meet to an obstacle mount to the sky
So up to the rooftop the coursers they flew
With a sleigh full of toys and St. Nicholas too 

And then in a twinkling, I heard on the roof
The prancing, the pawing of each little hoof
As I drew in my head and was turning around
Down the chimney St. Nicholas came with a bound 

He was dressed all in fur from his head to his foot
And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot
A bundle of toys he had flung on his back
And he looked like a peddler just op'ning his pack 

His eyes, how they twinkled, his dimples, how merry
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry
His droll little mouth was drawn up in a bow
And the beard on his chin was as white as the snow 

The stump of a pipe, he held tight in his teeth
And the smoke, it encircled his head like a wreath
He had a broad face and a little round belly
That shook when laughed (ho, ho, ho, ho) like a bowl full of jelly 
(ho, ho, ho, ho) 

He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf
And I laughed when I saw him in spite of myself
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread 

He spoke not a word but went straight to his work
And filled all the stockings and turned with a jerk
And laying a finger to the side of his nose
And giving a nod up the chimney he rose 

He sprang to his sleigh, and to his team gave a whistle
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle
But I heard him exclaim as he drove out of sight
"Merry Christmas to all and to all ... goodnight 

Goodnight"

Shut The Door (They're Coming Through the Window)
Composer(s): Mann; Ives; Kern; Howard
Performer(s): Sam & Kirk McGee



I know a certain fellow
By the name of Joe Devine
He started seeing funny things
From drinkin' too much wine
Around his bed pink elephants
And zebras played about
A purple monkey kissed him twice
And he began to shout
Shut the door!
They're coming through the window!
Shut the window!
They're coming through the door!
Shut the door!
They're coming through the window!
Oh! the room is full
And won't hold any more!

A man lived in Vancouver
In a cottage by the sea
One night he called the sheriff up
And said "They're robbing me!
There's twenty crooks around the house
Please tell me what to do!"
The sheriff said, "Don't let 'em in
That's my advice to you!"
Shut the door!
They're coming through the window!
Shut the window!
They're coming through the door!
Shut the door!
They're coming through the window!
Oh! the room is full
And won't hold any more!

A dad-to-be was waiting
For the stork to bring an heir
Out came the nurse who said "Two storks
Have just brought you a pair!
Oh, wait! There's more storks circling 'round
I think they're gonna light!
Looks like those storks are gonna be
Kept busy here tonight!"
Shut the door!
They're coming through the window!
Shut the window!
They're coming through the door!
Shut the door!
They're coming through the window!
Oh! the room is full
And won't hold any more!

My wife went in for rabbits
And she kept them in a hutch
She only bought two rabbits
And it didn't seem like much
One morning when we looked at them
Oh, how they'd multiplied!
A million rabbits hopped right out
And all the neighbors cried
Shut the door!
They're coming through the window!
Shut the window!
They're coming through the door!
Shut the door!
They're coming through the window!
Oh! the room is full
And won't hold any more!

The first week we were married
My dear wife said to me
"I'm feeling kind of lonesome
For my darling family
Can we invite them for awhile
Since we've got room to spare?"
They eat me out of house and home
They're getting in my hair!
Shut the door!
They're coming through the window!
Shut the window!
They're coming through the door!
Shut the door!
They're coming through the window!
Oh! the room is full
And won't hold any more!

Tu Scendi Dalle Stelle
Composer(s): Alphonsus Liguori
Performer(s): Luciano Pavarotti



Tu scendi dalle stelle
O Redel cielo
E vieni in una grotta
Al freddo al ge lo
O Bambino mio Divino
Io Ti vedoqui tremar!
O Dio beato!
Oh quanto Ti costo la vecmiamato!

A te, che sei del mondo
Il creatore
Mancano panni e fuoco
O mio Signore
Caro, eletto pargoletto
Quanto questa poverta
Piu m'innamora
Giacche to fece amor povera ancora

Shut Down 
Composer(s): Brian Wilson; Roger Christian
First release by: The Beach Boys - 1963



Tach it up, tach it up
Buddy gonna shut you down
It happened on the strip where the road is wide
(Oooo rev it up now)
Two cool shorts standing side by side
(Oooo rev it up now)
Yeah, my fuel injected Stingray and a four-thirteen
(Oooo rev it up now)
Revving' up our engines and it sounds real mean
(Oooo rev it up now)
Tach it up, tach it up, tach it up
Buddy gonna shut you down
Declining numbers at an even rate
(Oooo moving out now)
At the count of one we both accelerate
(Oooo moving out now)
My Stingray is light the slicks are starting to spin
(Oooo moving out now)
But the four-thirteen's really digging in
(Oooo moving out now)
Got to be cool now power shift here we go
Superstock Dodge is winding out in low
But my fuel injected Stingray's really starting to go
To get the traction I'm riding the clutch
My pressure plate's burning that machine's too much
Pedal's to the floor hear the dual quads drink
(Oooo pump it up now)
And now the four-thirteen's lead is starting to shrink
(Oooo pump it up now)
He's hot with ram induction but it's understood
(Oooo pump it up now)
I got a fuel injected engine sitting under my hood
(Oooo pump it up now)
Shut it off, shut it off buddy now I shut you down
Shut it off, shut it off buddy now I shut you down
Shut it off, shut it off buddy now I shut you down
Shut it off, shut it off buddy now I shut you down
Shut it off, shut it off buddy now I shut you down

Tonight Is Christmas
Composer(s): Steve Baccus; Don Matthews; 
Stan Munsey; Keith Worsham
Performer(s): Alabama



The factories are shut down, shopping malls are all closed
The busy streets are empty, 'cept for fallin' snow
And in the small towns and the cities families gather as one
'Cause the night of love and sharing they've look forward to has come

Tonight is Christmas, tonight is love
Tonight we celebrate God's one and only Son
Tonight there's hope for peace on Earth eternally
Tonight is Christmas and the World's in harmony

But across the sea, two armies stare down at each other's guns
Each believing in their cause enough to die or kil the other one
But tonight there'll be no shooting, not a drop of blood will spill
They'll cease their fire this silent night in the name of peace and
goodwill

Tonight is Christmas, tonight is love
Tonight we celebrate God's one and only Son
Tonight there's hope for peace on Earth eternally
Tonight is Christmas and the World's in harmony

Stay Away
((Adapted from: A New Northern Dittye Of The Lady Greene Sleeves - 1580 (aka What Child Is This? - 1958))
Composer(s): Traditional; Sid Tepper; Roy Bennett
Performer(s): Elvis Presley - 1968

Titles In Other Languages:
1966 - La Nostra Terra
2008 - D'ici



Ten thousand miles even though I roam
I can hear the call of the hills of home
The canyons high and the valleys low
Echo "How can you stay away"

My dreams are there where the eagles fly
Where the mountain tops seem to touch the sky
The winding streams and the winds that blow
Ask me "How can you stay away"

Too long have I stayed apart
From this land that I love and denied my heart
Now, now I know I must go
Where the hills say "Don't stay away"
Where the hills say "Don't stay away"

Tomtarnas Julnatt
Composer(s): Vilhelm Sefve-Svensson, Alfred Smedberg
Performer(s): Svenska Julsånger; Anne-Charlotte Harvey; The Real Group



Midnatt råder, det är tyst i husen
Tyst i husen
Alla sova, släckta äro ljusen
Äro ljusen
Tipp tapp, tipp tapp
Tippe-tippe-tip, tapp
Tipp, tipp, tapp

Se då krypa tomtar upp ur vrårna
Upp ur vrårna
Lyssna, speja, trippa fram på tårna
Fram på tårna
Tipp tapp ...

Snälla folket låtit maten rara
Maten rara
Stå på bordet åt en tomteskara
Tomteskara
Tipp tapp ...

Hur de mysa, hoppa upp bland faten
Upp bland faten
Tissla, tassla: "God är julematen
Julematen"!
Tipp tapp ...

Gröt och skinka, lilla äppelbiten
Äppelbiten
Tänk, så rart det smakar Nisse liten
Nisse liten
Tipp tapp ...

Nu till lekar! Glada skrattet klingar
Skrattet klingar
Runt om granen skaran muntert svingar
Muntert svingar
Tipp tapp ... 

Natten lider 
Snart de tomtar snälla
Tomtar snälla
Kvickt och näpet allt i ordning ställa
Ordning Ställa
Tipp tapp ... 

Sedan åter in i tysta vrårna
Tysta vrårna
Tomteskaran, tassar nätt på tårna
Nätt på tårna
Tipp tapp ...

Shush Shush Charlotte
Composer(s): Serge Gainsbourg
Performer(s): Serge Gainsbourg



Shush shush shush Charlotte, shush Charlotte shush shush
Shush shush shush Charlotte, shush Charlotte shush shush
Shush shush shush Charlotte, shush Charlotte shush shush
Shush shush shush Charlotte, shush Charlotte shush shush

Te souviens-tu ma petite Charlotte
Toi à quatre pattes comme un petit gavial
Ça y allait sec tes glandes lacrymales
Quant tu faisais poupou dans ta culotte
Je te disais
Shush shush shush Charlotte
Shush Charlotte shush shush

Tu es une petite charlotte
Aux pommes à l'aube aux aurores boréales
Quand tu t'enfiles tes céréales
Avant le lycée polyglotte
Tu as peur d'être en retard et je te dis
Shush shush shush Charlotte
Shush Charlotte shush shush

Comme ton petit papa tu aimes les bank-notes
Et quand tu perds au jeu tu le prends super mal
Tu dis merde chier con, tu râles
Calme calme ma petite cocotte
Shush shush shush Charlotte
Shush Charlotte shush shush

Sais-tu ma petite fille pour la vie il n'est pas d'antidote
Celui qui est aux manettes à la régie finale
Une nuit me rappellera dans les étoiles
Ce jour-là je ne veux pas que tu sanglotes
Shush shush shush Charlotte
Shush Charlotte shush shush

Western Ridge
Composer(s): L.J. Booth - David Wilcox
Performer(s): David Wilcox



This is where the trail just disappears
This is where their story ends
No one knows where they went from here
But I remember when they drank a toast
A route that no one else had tried

Working up along the western ridge
Where the water shed divides
Way out there
They found their place in the sky

Around the fire we told the tale
Of how they cut it close before
Under logs left after the avalanche
They stumbled back to camp at dawn

Now it's much too long to hold the hope
The glacier ice can echo deep
Thought I felt a tug along the rope
And it pulled me from my sleep

Working up along the western ridge
Where the water shed divides
Way out there
They found their place in the sky
Way out there
They found their place in the sky

The air is clear and the ice is blue
You can see from down below
That curling up over the eastern side
Is a silent plume of snow

Working up along the western ridge
Where the water shed divides
Way out there
They found their place in the sky

Shuffle Your Feet/Bandanna Babies
Composer(s): Dorothy Fields; Jimmy McHugh
Performer(s): Duke Ellington
and multiple other artists



Shuffle your feet and just stroll along
Oh, roll along your way
Shuffle that worried soul along
And stroll along your way

Make this a good world to live in
Laugh at your troubles and give in
Oh, shuffle your little feet, and just stroll along
Oh, roll along your way

Bandanna babies, struttin' around the town
Bandanna babies, doin' the new lowdown

Hello, stranger, you're in danger
Of losing all your cares
So attractive, very active
Go along, you blues, we're givin' you air

Their black eyes flashin'
Tying you up in knots
There's lots of cash in
Shakin' their polka-dots

You're gonna get an eyeful, you'll die full of joy and clown
Bandanna babies, doin' the new lowdown!

Tomorrow Is Christmas Day
Composer(s): Buck Owens; Don Rich
Performer(s): Buck Owens



Looky there, who's a comin'
See the reindeer a runnin'
Ol' Rudolph sleddin' away
Hear the rattle of the hoofs
As he ride on the roof
Oh, tomorrow is Christmas day

See the funny little man
With the sack in his hand
Filled with toys all bright and gay
But don't be afraid
Because it's only ol' Santa Claus
And tomorrow is Christmas day

Here he comes down the chimney
With a great big grin
A beard on the tip
Of his chinny chin chin
You better be a sleepin'
Or he won't come in.
For tomorrow is Christmas day

Hey, tomorrow is Christmas day

Well, he fills all the stockings
That's a hangin' on the tree
And he places all the presents
Where they ought to be
He's got a book for you
And a tie for me
Oh, tomorrow is Christmas day

And with a twinkle in his eye
You know wave goodbye
He hurries right on his way
He's gotta take a lotta toys
To all the girls and boys
For tomorrow is Christmas day

Here he comes down the chimney
With a great big grin
A beard on the tip
Of his chinny chin chin
You better be a sleepin'
Or he won't come in
For tomorrow is Christmas day

Hey, tomorrow is Christmas day ...

Shu Ba Du Ba Loo Ba
Composer(s): Serge Gainsbourg
Performer(s): Serge Gainsbourg



J'ai acheté pour Anna
Un gadget fantastique
Un animal en peluche
Qui lui fait les yeux doux
Quand elle tire
Shu ba du ba loo ba
La ficelle
Shu ba du ba loo ba
Il lui répond
Shu ba du ba loo ba
Ça me rend fou

Maintenant avec Anna
Nous ne sommes plus jamais seul
Il est là sur l'oreiller
Qui lui fait les yeux doux
Elle lui tire
Shu ba du ba loo ba
La ficelle Shu ba du ba loo ba
Ça continue: Shu ba du ba loo ba
Il me rend fou

Peut-être qu'un jour Anna
En aura marre de lui
Alors je serais le seul
À lui faire les yeux doux
Comment lui dire
Shu ba du ba loo ba
Que je l'aime
Shu ba du ba loo ba
Lorsque j'entends: Shu ba du ba loo ba
Ça me rend fou

To Heck With Ole Santa Claus
Composer(s): Loretta Lynn
Performer(s): Loretta Lynn



(To heck with ole Santa Claus)
Last year I hung my stockings by the chimney 
and ole Santa didn't bring me anything
Well I wrote a note and I told him what to bring me
But I didn't even hear his sleigh bells ring

So to heck with ole Santa Clause
When he goes dashin' through the snow I hope he falls
I like to hit him (ho ho ho) with a bunch of big snowballs
To heck with ole Santa Claus

This year I'll built a big fire in the fireplace 
I'll be like a little pig I read about
If that big bad wolf in red comes down my chimney
He's a gonna scorch his whiskers there's no doubt

So to heck with ole Santa Clause
When he goes dashin' through the snow I hope he falls
I like to hit him (ho ho ho) with a bunch of big snowballs
To heck with ole Santa Claus

Yeah to heck with ole Santa Claus

Shriner's Convention
Composer(s): Ray Stevens
Performer(s): Ray Stevens; Cledus T. Judd



Here they come down main street, drums a flailin' and the sirens a wailin', what a roar
Bands are a playin' and flags are a waivin, and the Vanguard's and Motorcycle Corps
Clowns are a clownin' to the crowd and pinchin' every pretty girl who dares to smile
It's a glorious mess, everybody wears a fez the parade stretches out for a mile

It's a typical American phenomenon where all the members have a fine old time
It's the forty-third annual Convention of the Grand Mystic Royal Order
Of the Nobles of the Ali Baba Temple of the Shrine Girls

Meanwhile back at the Motel.....

"Hello, Operator, give me room 321, please, thank you 
Hello, Noble Lumpkin? 
This here is the illustrious Potentate 
I said it's the illustrious Potentate 
The illustrious...Coy! 
Dad blame it! 
This here's Bubba! 
Coy, why an't you at the parade?! 
What?! 
Well, how'd you get that big Harley up there in your room? 
What?! 
I can't hear ya' Coy! 
Quit revvin' it up, son! 
Turn it off! 
Listen I just want you to know one thing 
You have embarrassed us all, the whole Hahira Delegation! 
Now I'll see you at the banquet tonight, son 
And you be there Coy, you hear me? 
Black tie! 
Seven o'clock! 
Be there! 
And Coy, don't answer the phone, udden udden! 
Mercy"

Well, it was all arranged by the Ladies Auxiliary in the downtown Convention Hall
Cold Roast Beef, String Beans, Mashed Potatoes and nine boring speeches in all
And all the tables looked fine with their Mogen David Wine and Chrysanthemums on each side
And the Hahira leaders in their rented Tuxedos made the local hearts swell with pride

It's a typical American phenomenon where all the members have a fine old time
It's the forty-third annual Convention of the Grand Mystic Royal Order
Of the Nobles of the Ali Baba Temple of the Shrine Girls

Meanwhile back at the Motel.....

"Operator, 321, please 
Thank You 
Hello, Coy? 
What are you doin'?!
What do you mean, who is this! 
This is Bubba? 
Why wasn't you at the banquet? 
What do you mean all you had to wear was a Hawaiian flowerdy shirt? 
Well, you may think you're foolin' some people, but I know what's goin' on 
Yeah, ever'body seen the little redhead 
That's right, ever'body! 
Why she come runnin' right through the dinner, right in the middle of the pineapple sherbet 
Didn't have nothin' on but your fez, Coy! 
Coy, you the only one's got a fez with a propeller on top!! 
Yeah, yeah and she was a yellin' out the secret code, too, Coy
Dad blame it we gonna have to change it now, Coy! 
We gonna have to have a special meetin', we get back to Hahira, about your conduct at this here convention 
Embarrassin'!! 
Now Coy, you be at the secret conclave tonight! 
You hear me?! 
And Coy, keep it a secret! 
Hah!"

Well, it was a secret meeting in the dead of the night with mysterious sanctimony
In accordance with prescribed rituals of time honored ceremony
Matters of grave concern were weighed with dedicated caution
Like whether or not to raise at stud or draw or spit in the ocean

It's a typical American phenomenon where all the members have a fine old time
It's the forty-third annual Convention of the Grand Mystic Royal Order
Of the Nobles of the Ali Baba Temple of the Shrine Girls

Meanwhile back at the Motel.....

"Operator, room three-twenty...
How'd you know? 
Oh! 
Hello! 
Coy? 
Where have you been? 
No, you wasn't at the meeting! 
Well, I found out that at three o'clock this mornin' you was out there 
in your Fruit of the Loom's in the motel swimmin' pool with a bunch of them waitresses from the cocktail lounge! 
I just hope your mama don't find out about this, Coy! 
What? 
Well, how'd you get that big motorcycle up there on the high dive, Coy? 
Now Coy, dad blame it, that ain't no way to act 
We supposed to be pillars of the community 
When we get back to Hahira you can just turn in your ring and your tie tack 
'cause Coy, heh-heh, you are out of the Shrine! 
You gonna be blackballed, boy! 
That's right! 
You might even have to pack your bags and leave town! 
What do you mean you might join the Hell's Angels? 
Coy! 
Don't you hang up on me! 
Hello, hello...
Don't you crank that motorcycle! 
Who's that gigglin' in the background, Coy? 
Hello, hello operator! 
Yeah, we's cut off! 
Room 321 
Dad blame it Coy! 
You don't hang up on the illustrious Potentate! 
I said the illustrious Potentate! 
This is Bubba! 
Bubba!
Coy!............."

'Til The Season Comes 'Round Again
Composer(s): John Barlow Jarvis; Randy Goodrum
Performer(s): Reba McEntire
and multiple other artists



Come and gather 'round at the table
In the spirit of family and friends
And we'll all join hands and remember this moment
'Til the season comes 'round again

So let us smile for the picture
And we'll hold it as long as we can
May it carry us through should we ever get lonely
'Til the season comes 'round again

One night, holy and bright
Shining with love from our hearts
By a warm fire let's lift our hands high
And be thankful were here 'til this time next year

May the new year be blessed with good tidings
'Til the next time I see you again
If we must say goodbye let the spirit go with you
'Til the season comes 'round again

One night, holy and bright
Shining with love from our hearts
By a warm fire let's lift our hands high
And be thankful were here 'til this time next year

May this new year be blessed with good tidings
'Til the next time I see you again
We'll all join hands and remember this moment
And we'll love and we'll laugh in the time that we have
'Til the season comes 'round again