Do It To Someone You Love
Composer(s): Tom T. Hall
Performer(s): Tom T. Hall
and multiple other artists



The words I love you come easy 
To the lips of a liar or a fool
If love talking is what you're thinking of 
Then do it to someone you love

Do it to someone you love
Some little things to let them know 
They're all you're thinking of
This day and time a little thing 
You do could mean so much
So do it to someone you love

A smile comes easy to a strange hello 
To someone that you never met
But an old love don't need that smile 
It glows with just a touch
So do it to someone you love

Do it to someone you love... 

Padre
Composer(s): Jacques Larue; Alain Romans; Paul Francis Webster
Performer(s): Elvis Presley;
and various other artists



Padre, padre
In my grief I turn to you

The day that we wed you blessed us and said
"May heaven bestow you grace"
There in that holy place
We shared our first embrace

Our cottage was small but richer than all
The palaces of a king
All day the birds would sing
Our hearts were full of Spring

Padre, Padre 
What happened to our love so true?
Padre, Padre
In my grief I turn to you

Then she came along and sang him her song
And won him with honeyed lies
She of the golden eyes
Not it's my heart that cries

So I kneel and pray the hours away
And weary my heart has grown
Wond'ring where love has flown
Counting my tears alone

Padre, Padre 
Please tell me where my love can be
Padre, Padre
Pray ... for my love ... and me

Si No Oigo A Mi Corazón
Composer(s): Pedro Aznar
Performer(s): Pedro Aznar



Ah, cuanto tiempo perdido en pensar
que la vida se puede explicar
Con veneno intenté curación
¿por qué confié en mi razón?

Ya en un mar de palabras me ahogué
y fue en vano quererlas creer
Pero al fin el castillo cayó
y adentro sólo estoy yo

Vos ya sabías que todo es parcial
que no hay mapa que enseñe a viajar
que es el alma quien debe cantar
Que sólo un tonto se pone a correr
cuando la lluvia le besa los pies

Sirve el tiempo su mismo licor
que cada año acelera el temor
que en mi copa se amargue el sabor
si no oigo a mi corazón

Paddy McGinty's Goat
(Traditional)
Performer(s): Val Doonican



Mister Patrick McGinty, an Irishman of note
Came into a fortune, so bought himself a goat
Said he, "Sure, of goat's milk I mean to have my fill!"
But when he got his Nanny home, he found it was a Bill

And now all the ladies who live in Killaloo
Are all wearing bustles like their mothers used to do
They each wear a bolster beneath the petticoat
And leave the rest to Providence and Paddy McGinty's goat!

Missis Burke to her daughter said, "Listen, Mary Jane
Now who was the man you were cuddling in the lane?
He'd long wiry whiskers all hanging from his chin"
"Twas only Pat McGinty's goat", she answer'd with a grin

Then she went away from the village in disgrace
She came back with powder and paint upon her face
She'd rings on her fingers, and she wore a sable coat
You bet your life they never came from Paddy McGinty's goat

Little Norah McCarthy the knot was going to tie
She washed all her trousseau and hung it out to dry
Then up came the goat and he saw the bits of white
He chewed up all her falderals, and on her wedding night

"Oh turn out the gas quick!" she shouted out to Pat
For though l'm your bride, sure l'm not worth looking at
I'd got two of ev'rything, I told you when I wrote
But now I've one of nothing, all thro' Paddy McGinty's goat'

Mickey Riley he went to the races t'other day
He won twenty dollars and shouted, "Hip Hooray!!"
He held up the note, shouting "Look what I've got!"
The goat came up and grabbed at it and swallowed all the lot

"He's eaten my banknote," said Mickey, with the hump
They ran for the doctor, he brought a stomach pump
He pumped and he pumped for that twenty dollar note
But all he got was ninepence out of Paddy McGinty's goat

Now old Paddy's Goat had a wonderous appetite
and one day for breakfast he ate some dynamite
A whole box of matches he swallowed all serene 
and then he went and gobbled up a quart of paraffin

He sat by the fireside, he didn't give a hang
swallowed a spark and exploded and exploded with a bang
SO if you go to heaven you can bet a dollar note....
that the Angel with the whiskers on is Paddy McGinty's Goat

The End

Do You Ever Fool Around?
Composer(s): Don Griffin - Jerry Strickland
Performer(s): Joe Stampley; Moe Bandy



If the time and the place was right
Would you meet me some time late at night
And make love like we both need to
Is this something we could do
It takes a lotta nerve to take a chance
It would be worth it for the sweetest romance
Hope we can get together come time
Now here's the question that's on my mind
Do you ever fool around
Could you lay your wings aside
Does an angel ever touch the ground
Do you ever fool around
I know this would be a first time thing
To make love outside your ring
You're not free and you have your doubts
But with this feeling we'll work it out
'Cause there's a need deep inside that's yours
You won't say yes but you won't say no
And no matter how hard you try

You can't hide the want that's in your eyes
Do you ever fool around
Could you lay your wings aside
Does an angel ever touch the ground
Do you ever fool around

Paddlin' Madelin' Home
Composer(s): Harry Woods
Performer(s): Cliff "Ukelele Ike" Edwards;
and various other artists



I love a girl named Madelin'
I know she loves me, too
For ev'ry night the moon is bright
She rides in my canoe

At midnight on the river
I heard her father call
But she don't care and I don't care
If we get back at all

'Cause when I'm paddlin' Madelin' home
Gee! When I'm paddlin' Madelin' home
First I drift with the tide
Then pull for the shore
I hug her and kiss her
And paddle some more

Then I keep paddlin' Madelin' home
Until I find a spot where we're alone
Oh! She never says "No"
So I kiss her and go
Paddlin' Madelin'
Sweet sweet Madelin'
Paddlin' Madelin' home

'Cause when I'm paddlin' Madelin' home
Gee! When I'm paddlin' Madelin' home
First I kiss her a while
And when I get through
I paddle for one mile
And drift back for two

Then I keep paddlin' Madelin' home
Until I find a spot where we're alone
Oh! If she'd only say "Throw your paddles away"
Paddlin' Madelin'
Sweet sweet Madelin'
Paddlin' Madelin' home

Padam ... Padam
Composer(s): Henri Contet; Norbert Glanzberg
Performer(s): Edith Piaf;
and various other artists



Cet air qui m'obsède jour et nuit
Cet air n'est pas né d'aujourd'hui
Il vient d'aussi loin que je viens
Traîné par cent mille musiciens
Un jour cet air me rendra folle
Cent fois j'ai voulu dire pourquoi
Mais il m'a coupé la parole
Il parle toujours avant moi
Et sa voix couvre ma voix 
Padam...padam...padam...
Il arrive en courant derrière moi
Padam...padam...padam...
Il me fait le coup du souviens-toi
Padam...padam...padam...
C'est un air qui me montre du doigt
Et je traîne après moi comme un drôle d'erreur
Cet air qui sait tout par coeur 
Il dit: "Rappelle-toi tes amours
Rappelle-toi puisque c'est ton tour
'y a pas d'raison pour qu'tu n'pleures pas
Avec tes souvenirs sur les bras..."
Et moi je revois ceux qui restent
Mes vingt ans font battre tambour
Je vois s'entrebattre des gestes
Toute la comédie des amours
Sur cet air qui va toujours 
Padam...padam...padam...
Des "je t'aime" de quatorze-juillet
Padam...padam...padam...
Des "toujours" qu'on achète au rabais
Padam...padam...padam...
Des "veux-tu" en voilà par paquets
Et tout ça pour tomber juste au coin d'la rue
Sur l'air qui m'a reconnue 

Écoutez le chahut qu'il me fait 

Comme si tout mon passé défilait 

Faut garder du chagrin pour après
J'en ai tout un solfège sur cet air qui bat...
Qui bat comme un coeur de bois...

Si No Muere El Amor
Composer(s): N. Artime
Performer(s): Raphael



Si no muere el amor
Alguien podra nacer
En un mundo mejor
Y empezar a querer

Si no muere el amor
Dejara de llorar
El poeta al temblar
Por cortar la flor

Si no muere el amor
Lograremos vencer
La injusticia, el dolor
El temor al nacer

Si no muere el amor
Las armas callaran
Mataran al terror
Los odios dormiran

Si no muere el amor
Nadie se humillara
No habra esclavo o señor
La razon triunfara

Si no muere el amor
Nadie mas mentira
Tendremos el valor
De decir la verdad

Si no muere el amor
Ya podremos pensar
Solamente en reir
Sin ganas de gritar

Si nos queda el amor
Podremos avanzar
Arañando la luz
Inventar el lugar

Si no muere el amor
Podremos abrazar
Con un nuevo calor
Y ofrecer amistad

Si nos queda el amor
Sin temor dormiras
No habra un frio sudor
En tu gris despertar

Si nos queda el amor
Nos podremos amar
Cada dia mejor
Sin tener que llorar

Pac-Man Fever
Composer(s): Gary Garcia; Jerry Buckner
Performer(s): Buckner & Garcia



I got a pocket full of quarters, and I'm headed to the arcade
I don't have a lot of money, but I'm bringing ev'rything I made
I've got a callus on my finger, and my shoulder's hurting too
I'm gonna eat them all up, just as soon as they turn blue

Chorus:
'Cause I've got Pac-Man fever
Pac-Man fever
It's driving me crazy
Driving me crazy
I've got Pac-Man fever
Pac-Man fever
I'm going out of my mind
Going out of my mind
I've got Pac-Man fever
Pac-Man fever
I'm going out of my mind
Going out of my mind

I've got all the patterns down, up until the ninth key
I've got Speedy on my tail, and I know it's either him or me
So I'm heading out the back door and in the other side
Gonna eat the cherries up and take them all for a ride 

Chorus 

I'm gonna fake it to the left, and move to the right
'Cause Pokey's too slow, and Blinky's out of sight

Now I've got them on the run, and I'm looking for the high score
So it's once around the block, And I'll slide back out the side door
I'm really cookin' now, eating everything in sight
All my money's gone, so I'll be back tomorow night 

'Cause I've got Pac-Man fever
Pac-Man fever
It's driving me crazy
Driving me crazy
I've got Pac-Man fever
Pac-Man fever
I'm going out of my mind
Going out of my mind
(Repeat)

Don'cha Go 'Way Mad
Composer(s): Jimmy Mundy - Illinois Jacquet - Al Stillman
Performer(s): Ella Fitzgerald & Sy Oliver
and multiple other artists



I must confess what you say is true
I had a rendezvous with somebody new
It's the only one I ever had
Baby, baby, don'cha go 'way mad

Cheatin' shows and it never goes
You've got a reason to be mad I suppose
He was only just a passing fad
Baby, baby, don'cha go 'way mad

His kind's a dime a dozen
That's not the kind I want
Who'd ever thought your cousin
Would visit there in that restaurant

I understand that you feel upset
What do you say that we forgive and forget
Come and kiss me just to prove your glad
Baby, baby, don'cha go 'way mad

His kind's a dime a dozen
That's not the kind I want
Who'd ever thought your cousin
Would visit there in that restaurant

I understand that you feel upset
What do you say that we forgive and forget
Come and kiss me just to prove your glad
Baby, baby, don'cha go 'way mad
Come and kiss me just to prove your glad
Baby, baby, don'cha go 'way mad
Baby, don'cha go 'way mad

Pack Up Your Troubles (In Your Old Kit Bag)
Composer(s): George Asaf; Felix Powell
Performer(s): Spike Jones;
and various other artists



Pack up your troubles in your old kit bag
And smile, smile, smile
Don't let your joy and laughter hear the snag
Smile boys, that's the style
What's the use of worrying
It never was worth while
So, pack up your troubles in your old kit bag
And smile, smile, smile

Pack up your troubles in your old kit bag
And smile, smile, smile.
Just pucker up and whistle (Whistle)
(Whistling)
What's the use of worrying
It never was worth while
So, pack up your troubles in your old kit bag
And smile, smile, smile

Si No Fuera Porque
Composer(s): E. Sobredo
Performer(s): Raphael



Si no fuera porque me tienen que enterrar
Y que dos cipreses negros se comeran mis sueños
Si no fuera porque mi padre siempre llora en los entierros
Me mataria mañana mismo sin pensar en ello

Si no fuera porque alguien me llorara
Eche de menos mi cuerpo y mi manera de mirar
Si no fuera porque, porque mi amante es algo sentimental
Me mataria mañana mismo sin pensarlo mas

Si no fuera porque alguien se acordara
Para decir dios le guarde o el diablo le tendra
Si no fuera porque es tan triste convertirse en recuerdo
Me mataria mañana mismo sin pensar en ello

Si no fuera porque me querran confesar
Para abrirme el cielo de par en par
Si no fuera porque he pecado y no pienso volverme atras
Me mataria mañana mismo sin pensarlo mas

Pack Up Your Sorrows
Composer(s): Richard Fariña; Pauline Marden
Performer(s): Judy Collins;
and various other artists



I've seen King Henry's armor
I've seen ravens who could not fly
Castles surrounded by yew trees
And rooks nests that covered the sky

Spring is in the ground, brown patches
near snow white dungarees
Streched out around the trees
Near budding branches
flowers born
a bearer of enchantment
holding my hand I heard her say
Thank you for a lovely day

The river's running bubbling friend
dream flowers on the rapids
Raising colors everywhere
Life's celebration reaching there
saying this is all I have to give
Won't you come, won't you come
and share the way I live

The snow still hugs the town
and old white sky is still around
People bundled up with cares
and good friends making it somewhere
while birds sing to the gentle grey
Thank you, thank you for a lovely day

Down Our Street
Composer(s): Sammy King
Performer(s): Mike Harding
and multiple other artists



Do you want to hear what the wide world says?
Down our street
Strangers there they end up dead
Down our street
Me mam and dad and the gang of fools
They've all gone out on the booze
There’s skin and whiskers flying loose
Down our street

The Salvation band came round last night
Trying to teach us wrong from right
And when the sisters began to moan
The captain sang in a snuffled tone
He was hit on the head by a big hambone

The landlord never gets his rent
When he calls, we haven't a cent
He says that he won't call again
He'll have the bailiffs round by ten
There'll be lots of houses to let by then

A copper once he hit me dad
Says me dad, “There'll be a funeral, lad”
They took their jackets off to fight one round
And when me dad got off the ground
A copper’s nose was all they found

The tallyman does a belting trade
Everyone's bought but no-one's paid
And when he tries to get his own
He’s dead before he hits the ground
We’re starting a graveyard of our own

When winter comes, it's very cold
We burn the doors 'cos we've got no coal
And when the cupboard it gets bare
They say that tomcat tastes just like hare
The Alsatians all walk round in pairs

The sambone men they never call
With an old pig’s bladder we play ball
If you look out o'er our window sill
If it weren't for the gasworks and the mill
You could see all the way to Cheetham Hill

The schoolboard man came round one day
The kids they upped and ran away
Down the street he chased the lads
And Albert Iggins grabbed his tash
In the canal he made a splash

The bedbugs they're all ten feet tall
They eat the paper off the wall
They bite the women and they thump the men
And if you're not in bed by half past ten
They come downstairs and fetch you then

Down our street
There are married men and women there
Dancing mad in the midnight air
Lots of jawbones missing where
Down our street

Pack Up Your Sins And Go To The Devil
Composer(s): Irving Berlin
Performer(s): Ella Fitzgerald;
and various other artists



Oh, I got a message from below
'Twas from a man I used to know
About a year or so ago, before he departed
He is just as happy as can be

I'll tell you what he said to me
He said, "If ever you get heavy hearted"
Pack up your sins and go to the devil in hades
You'll meet the finest of gentlemen and the finest of ladies
They'd rather be down below than up above

Hades is full of thousands of Joneses and Browns
O'Hoolihans, Cohens and Bradys
You'll hear a heavenly tune that went to the devil
Because the jazz bands 
They started pickin' it
then put a trick in it, a jazzy kick in it

They've got a couple of old reformers in heaven
Making them go to bed at eleven
Pack up your sins and go to the devil
And you'll never have to go to bed at all

If you care to dwell, where the weather is hot
H-E-double-L is a wonderful spot
If you need a rest and you're all out of sorts
Hades is the best of the winter resorts

Paradise doesn't compare 
All the nice people are there
They come there from ev'rywhere
Just to revel with Mister Devil
Nothing on his mind but a couple of horns

Satan is waitin' with his jazz band
And his band 
Came from Alabam', with a melody hot
No one gives a damn if it's music or not
Satan's melody makes you want to dance for ever
And you never have to go to bed at all

Si No Estuvieras Tú
Composer(s): José Luis Perales
Performer(s): José Luis Perales



Si no estuvieras tú sentada junto a mi
¿Con quien podria hablar?
Si no estuvieras tú en este amanecer
¿Aquien podria amar?
Si no estuvieras tú
¿Aquien podria dar un trozo de mi alma?
¿A quien podria querer?
¿A quien seria fiel?
Si no estuvieras tú

Si no estuvieras tú cerca de mi
No habria una cancion para inventar
Ni habria una razon para vivir
Ni un sueño que contar
Si no estuvieras tú no habria amor
Ni flores que cuidar en mi blacon
Habria un corazon en soledad
Si no estuvieras tú

Si no estuvieras tú en esta tarde gris
¿Donde andaria yo?
Si no estuvieras tú haciendome sentir
¿Que sentiria yo?
Si no estuvieras tú
¿Aquien le iba a contar que tuve una caida?
¿Qien me iba a levantar?
¿Y quien me iba a ayudar?
Si no estuvieras tú
 
								

Pachuco Cadaver
Composer(s): Don Van Vliet
Performer(s): Captain Beefheart;
Eugene Chadbourne; Fast 'n' Bulbous



When she wears her bolero then she begin t' dance
All the pachucos start withold'n hands
When she drives her Chevy Sissy's don't dare t' glance
Yellow jackets `n red debbles buzzin' round `er hair hive ho
She wears her past like uh present
Take her fancy in the past
Her sedan skims along the floorboard
Her two pipes hummin' carbon cum
Got her wheel out of uh B-29 Bomber brodey knob Amber
Spanish fringe `n talcum tazzles forever Amber
She looks like an old squaw indian
she's 99 she won't go down
Avocado green `n alfalfa yellow adorn her t' the ground
Tatooes `n tarnished utenzles uh snow white bag full o' tunes
Drives uh cartune around
Broma' seltzer blue umbrella keeps her up off the ground
Round red sombreros wrap `er high tap horsey shoes
When she unfolds her umbrella pachucos got the blues
Her lovin' makes me so happy
If I smiled I'd crack m' chin
Her eyes are so peaceful thinks it's heaven she been
Her skin is as smooth as the daisies
In the center where the sun shines in
Smiles as sweet as honey
Her teeth as clean as the combs where the bees go in
When she walks flowers surround her
Let their nectar come in to the air around her
She loves her love sticks out like stars
Her lovin' sticks out like stars

Femininity
Composer(s): Robert B. Sherman; Richard M. Sherman
Performer(s): Hayley Mills, Deborah Walley, Wendy Turner



You must walk feminine
Talk feminine
Smile and beguile feminine
Utilize your femininity
That's what every girl should know, if she wants to catch a beau

Dance feminine
Glance feminine
Act shy and sigh feminine
Compliment his masculinity
That's what every girl should know, if she wants to catch a beau

Let him do the talking
Med adore good listeners
Laugh, but not too loudly (Haha)
If he should choose to tell a joke
Be radiant, but delicate
Memorize the rules of etiquette
Be demure, sweet and pure
Hide the real you

You must look feminine
Dress feminine
You're at your best feminine
Emphasize your femininity
That's what every girl should know
Femininity, femininity
That's the way to catch a beau

Pablo Picasso
Composer(s): Jonathan Richman
Performer(s): The Modern Lovers; 
and various other artists



Well some people try to pick up girls
And get called assholes
This never happened to Pablo Picasso
He could walk down your street
And girls could not resist his stare and
So Pablo Picasso was never called an asshole

Well the girls would turn the color
Of the avacado when he would drive
Down their street in his El Dorado
He could walk down you street
And girls could not resist his stare
Pablo Picasso never got called an asshole
Not like you
Alright

Well he was only 5'3"
But girls could not resist his stare
Pablo Picasso never got called an asshole
Not in New York

Oh well be not schmuck, be not abnoxious,
Be not bellbottom bummer or asshole
Remember the story of Pablo Picasso
He could walk down your street
And girls could not resist his stare
Pablo Picasso was never called an asshole
Alright this is it

Some people try to pick up girls
And they get called an asshole
This never happened to Pablo Picasso
He could walk down your street
And girls could not resist his stare and so
Pablo Picasso was never called...

Si No Estás Conmigo
Composer(s): Luis Martínez Serrano
Performer(s): Lucho Gatica; Javier Solís



Si no estás conmigo soy como alma errante y penando vivo
entre cosas muertas de un mundo vacío
Si no estás conmigo yo me desespero de dolor y hastío
sin calor de nadie, temblando de frío
Es la soledad para mí el infierno de un desesperado
cuando la ansiedad de la espera eterna me ha martirizado
Yo te necesito porque eres mi vida mi único cariño
y me vuelvo loco si no estás conmigo
Es la soledad para mí el infierno de un desesperado
cuando la ansiedad de la espera eterna me ha martirizado
Yo te necesito porque eres mi vida mi único cariño
y me vuelvo loco si no estás conmigo