Snowflakes And Teardrops
Composer(s): Bob Feldman; Jerry Goldstein; Richard Gottehrer
Performer(s): The Angels



Snowflakes and teardrops and
Heartaches that won't stop
Because he went away
My winter's here to stay
And I'm alone

(Snow falling outside and tears falling inside)
I just can't help but cry
While snowflakes fill the sky
I keep wishing he were here with me

Outside there's a winter wonderland
Kids are laughing having fun
While inside I'm having none
Since my one and only one has left me

Snowflakes and teardrops and
heartaches that won't stop
uuuhhh uuuuhhh uuuhhh uuuuhhh
uuuhhh uuuuhhh uuuhhh uuuuhhh
uuuhhh uuuuhhh

Outside there's a winter wonderland
Kids are laughing having fun
I'm inside and having none
Since my one and only one has left me

Snowflakes and teardrops and
Heartaches that won't stop
Because he went away my winter's here to stay
And I'm alone

Yes I'm alone, so all alone
uuuuhhh, uuuuhhh ah uuuuhhhh

Pop Hates The Beatles
Composer(s): Lou Busch; Richard M. Sherman; Robert B. Sherman
Performer(s): Allan Sherman



My daughter needs a new phonograph
She wore out all the needles
Besides, I broke the old one in half
I hate the Beatles

She says they have a Liverpool beat
She says they used to play there
Four nice kids from offa the street
Why didn't they stay there? 

What is all the screaming about? 
Fainting and swooning
Sounds to me like their guitars 
Could use a little tuning

The boys are from the British Empire
The British think they're keen
If that is what the British desire
God Save The Queen

No daughter of mine can push me around
In my house I'm the master
But when the British come to town
Gad, what a disaster

Little girls in sneakers and jeans
Destroyed the territory
'Twas like some of the gorier scenes 
From The West Side Story

Of course my daughter had to go there
The tickets are cheap, she hollers
I was able to pick up a pair 
For forty-seven dollars

When the Beatles come on the stage
They scream and shriek and cheer them
Now I know why they're such a rage
It's impossibe to hear them

Ringo is the one with the drum
The others all play with him
It shows you what a boy can become 
Without a sense of rhythm

There's Beatle books and T-shirts and rings
And one thing and another
To buy my daughter all of these things
I had to sell her brother

Back in 1776 
We fought the British then, folks
Parents of America
It's time to do it again, folks

When they come back, here's how we'll begin
We'll throw 'em in Boston harbor
But please, before we toss 'em all in
Let's take 'em to a barber

Vivre
Composer(s): Alain Morisod; Pierre Alain
First performance by: Carole Vinci - 1978



Pourquoi ne pas croire à la belle histoire 	
Qui fait chanter le cœur et les saisons? 	
Je veux tout oublier dans tes bras 	
Et tout recommencer avec toi 	
Partager les couleurs et les chansons 	
 	 
Pourquoi ne pas suivre cette belle histoire? 	
Pourquoi ne pas sourire au nouveau jour? 	
Nous nous évaderons, mon amour 	
Et nous retrouverons la chanson 	
Que nous vivrons enfin à l'unisson 	
 	 
Vivre, nous allons vivre un million de bonheurs 	
Pour traverser les heures comme des oiseaux libres 	
Vivre, je veux le vivre, ce rêve musical 	
Pour cueillir les étoiles de l'amour 	
 	 
Pourquoi ne pas croire à la belle histoire 	
Qui fait chanter le cœur et le printemps? 	
Ma vie a commencé avec toi 	
Le soleil s'est levé dans la joie 	
Tu m'as fait retrouver mon cœur d'enfant 	
 	 
Vivre, je veux le vivre, ce rêve musical 	
Pour cueillir les étoiles de l'amour 	
Vivre, nous allons vivre 	
Et renverser les heures 	
Pour cueillir les étoiles du bonheur

Pop A Top 
Composer(s): Nat Stuckey
Performer(s): Jim Ed Brown;
and various other artists



Pop a top again
I just got time for one more round
Sit em up my friends
Then I'll be gone
Then you can let some other fool sit down

I'd like for you'd to listen to a joke I heard today
From a woman who said she was through and calmly walked away
I'd tried to smile and did a while it felt so outta place
Did you ever hear of a clown with tears drops streaming down his face

Pop a top again
I think I'll have another round
Sit em up my friend
Then I'll be gone and you can let some other fool sit down

Home for me is misery and here I am wasting time
Cause a row of fools on a row of stools is not what's on my mind
But then you see her leaving me it's not what I perfer
So it's either here just drinking beer or at home remembering her

Pop a top again
I think I'll have another round
Sit em up my friend  
Then I'll be gone and you can let some other fool sit down
Pop a top again

Snowblind Friend 
Composer(s): Hoyt Axton
First release by: Hoyt Axton - 1969
Covered by multiple other artists



You say it was this morning when you last saw your good friend
Lyin' on the pavement with a misery on his brain
Stoned on some new potion he found upon the wall
Of some unholy bathroom in some ungodly hall
He only had a dollar to live on 'til next Monday
But he spent it on some comfort for his mind
Did you say you think he's blind?

Someone should call his parents, a sister or a brother
And they'll come to take him back home on a bus
But he'll always be a problem to his poor and puzzled mother
Yeah he'll always be another one of us
He said he wanted Heaven but prayin' was too slow
So he bought a one way ticket on an airline made of snow
Did you say you saw your good friend flyin' low 

Poor, Poor Pitiful Me
Composer(s): Warren Zevon
Performer(s): Warren Zevon;
and various other artists



I'd lay my head on the railroad tracks
And wait for the Double E
But the railroad don't run no more
Poor, poor pitiful me

Poor, poor pitiful me
Poor, poor pitiful me
These young girls won't let me be
Lord have mercy on me
Woe is me

Well, I met a girl in West Hollywood
I ain't naming names
She really worked me over good
She was just like Jesse James
She really worked me over good
She was a credit to her gender
She put me through some changes, Lord
Sort of like a Waring blender

Poor, poor pitiful me
Poor, poor pitiful me
These young girls won't let me be
Lord have mercy on me
Woe is me

Well, I met a girl at the Rainbow bar
She asked me if I'd beat her
She took me back to the Hyatt House
I don't want to talk about it

Poor, poor pitiful me
Poor, poor pitiful me
These young girls won't let me be
Lord have mercy on me
Woe is me

Bad Old Days
Composer(s): Stephanie de Sykes - Stuart Slater
First performance by: Coco - 1978



Remember me?
I was tossed and turnin' like a ship without a sea
I was lost for learnin' like a song without a key
Remember when
I was all alone without a soul to call my friend?
Who'd have thought those days would ever end?
 
Those were the bad old days
Before I had your love to guide me
Sad old days
You set me free from all those bad old days
You put all the good inside of me
 
Those were the bad old days
(Those were the sad old days)
Before I had you there besides me
Sad old days
And can't you see? - you took the bad old days
And you put all the good inside of me
 
Remember who
Walked into my life and put their foot inside my shoe
Now what was just a place for one is home for two
Remember why
I'm gonna stay with you until the day I die
We can watch the good old days go by
 
Those were the bad old days
Before I had your love to guide me
Sad old days
You set me free from all those bad old days
You put all the good inside of me
 
Oh dooby-doo...
Dooby-dooby-dooby-doo...
Aah...
 
Those were the bad old days
(Those were the sad old days)
Before I had you there beside me
Sad old days
(Those were the sad old days)
And can't you see you took the bad old days
And you put all the good inside of me?
 
(Those were the bad old days)
(Those were the bad old days)
You put all the good inside of me
(Those were the bad old days)
Ah...
(Those were the bad old days)
You put all the good inside of me

Poor Whip, Poor Will (Move Over, Move Over)
Composer(s): Jimmy Kennedy; Nat Simon
Performer(s): Rosemary Clooney; The Bell Sisters



Under the moonlight
Out on the hill
I hear the call
Of a lone whip-poor-will

He's got no love bird
To sit on his knee
And I got no darlin'
So lonesome are we

Poor Whip-Poor-Will
We're both up a tree
Move over! Move over!
And make room for me

Poor Whip-Poor-Will
How blue can we be?
Move over! Move over!
And make room for me

I had a sweetheart
Sweet as could be
Last night he said
He'd go walkin' with me

True, he went walkin'
But with someone new
And that's why I'm lonesome
And feelin' like you

You're The Reason Our Kids Are Ugly
Composer(s): Lola Jean Dillon; L.E. White
Performer(s): Loretta Lynn & Conway Twitty
and multiple other artists



Conway:
Well, you're the reason I'm ridin' around on big-capped tires

Loretta:
And you're the reason I'm hangin' our clothes outside on wires

Both:
And you're the reason our kids are ugly, little darlin'
Oh, but looks ain't everything
And money ain't everything
But I love you just the same

Conway:
Well, you're the reason I changed to beer from soda pop

Loretta:
And you're the reason I never get to go to the beauty shop

Both:
And you're the reason our kids are ugly, little darlin'
Oh, but looks ain't everything
And money ain't everything
But I love you just the same

Both:
I guess that we won't ever have everything we need
'Cause when we get ahead, it's got a double mouth to feed

Loretta:
And that's the reason my good looks, and my figure is gone

Conway:
And that's the reason that I ain't got no hair to comb

Both:
And you're the reason our kids are ugly, little darlin'
Oh, but looks ain't everything
And money ain't everything
But I love you just the same

Loretta: Conway, why in the devil don't you go and shave, and put on a clean pair of pants?

Conway: But Loretta, look at yourself 
I wish you'd take them curlers outta your hair and go put on a little make-up and get outta that housecoat before supper

Loretta: Well let me tell you somethin' Conway 
Considering everything that I went through today, I look like a movie star

Conway: Yeah, Ruth Buzzi

Loretta: Thank you

Conway: Besides that, all of our kids took after your part of the family anyways

Loretta: Oh, they did, huh? What about the ones that's bald?

Conway: Well, I guess you might say they took after me

Poor Tom
Composer(s): Jimmy Page; Robert Plant
Performer(s): Led Zeppelin; Robert Walter



Here's a tale of Tom
Who worked the railroads long
His wife would cook his meal
As he would change the wheel

Poor Tom, Seventh Son, Always knew what's goin on
Ain't a thing that you can hide from Tom
There ain't nothing that you can hide from Tom

Worked for thirty years
Sharing hopes and fears
Dreamin' of the day
He could turn and say

Poor Tom, work's done, been lazin' out in the noonday sun

Ain't a thing that you can hide from Tom

His wife was Annie Mae
With any man a game she'd play
When Tom was out of town
She couldn't keep her dress down

Poor Tom, Seventh Son, always knew what's goin on

Ain't a thing that you can hide from Tom

And so it was one day
He got wise to Annie Mae
Tom stood, a gun in his hand
And stopped her runnin' around

Poor Tom, Seventh Son, gotta die for what you've done

All those years of work are thrown away
To ease your mind is that all you can say?

But what about that grandson on your knee?
Them railroad songs, Tom would sing to me

Ain't nothing that you can hide from Tom

Keep-a Truckin'

I've Never Gone To Bed With An Ugly Woman
Composer(s): Royal C. Bannon
Performer(s): Bobby Bare



I've served my time losing track of the wine
Looking through red eyes at the blues
Holding on 'til the very last song
Trying to make up my mind who to choose
Chasing a dream in a whisky world
Down the neon avenue

Ah, I've never gone to bed with an ugly women
But I've sure woke up with a few
Ain't it funny how liquor and the flicker
Of a candle make you see it from a different view
Oh, I've never gone to bed with an ugly women
But I've sure woke up with a few

I've met more than one morning lying there
Groaning, crying "Lord, what did I do"
Hangin' my head as I slipped from her bed
Trying hard not to leave any clues
When I start out the evening I'm being selective
But I'll take anything after two

No, I've never gone to bed with an ugly women
But I've sure woke up with a few
Ain't it funny how liquor and the flicker
Of a candle make you see it from a different view
Oh, I've never gone to bed with an ugly women
But I've sure woke up with a few
No, I've never gone to bed with an ugly woman
But I sure woke up with a few

Poor Side Of Town
Composer(s): Johnny Rivers - Lou Adler
First release by: Johnny Rivers - 1956
Covered by multiple other artists



Do-doo-doo-wah shoo-be-doo-be
Do-doo-doo-wah shoo-be-doo-be

How can you tell me how much you miss me
When the last time I saw you, you wouldn't even kiss me
That rich guy you've been seein'
Must have put you down
So welcome back baby
To the poor side of town

To him you were nothin' but a little plaything
Not much more than an overnight fling
To me you were the greatest thing this boy had ever found
And girl it's hard to find nice things
On the poor side of town

I can't blame you for tryin'
I'm tryin' to make it too
I've got one little hang up baby
I just can't make it without you

So tell me, are you gonna stay now
Will you stand by me girl all the way now
With you by my side
They can't keep us down
Together we can make it baby
From the poor side of town

(So tell me how much you love me)
(Come be near to me and say you need me now)

Oh, with you by my side
This world can't keep us down
Together we can make it baby
From the poor side of town

Do-doo-doo-wah shoo-be-doo-be
Do-doo-doo-wah shoo-be-doo-be
Do-doo-doo-wah shoo-be-doo-be

Snowblind
Composer(s): Dennis DeYoung; James Young
Performer(s): Styx



Mirror, mirror on the wall
The face you've shown me scares me so
I thought that I could call your bluff
But now the lines are clear enough
Life's not pretty even though
I've tried so hard to make it so
Mornings are such cold distress
How did I ever get into this mess

I'm snowblind, can't live without you
So fine I just can't get away
Now I'm snowblind, snowblind, snowblind

Harmless and innocent you devil in white
You stole my will without a fight
You filled me with confidence, but you blinded my eyes
You tricked me with visions of Paradise
Now I realize I'm

Snowblind, can't live without you
So fine I just can't get away
Now I'm snowblind, snowblind, snowblind

Mirror, mirror I confess
I can't escape this emptiness
No more reason to pretend
Here comes that same old feeling again

Snowblind, can't live without you
So fine I just can't get away
Won't you throw me a lifeline
I'm going down for the third time
I'm snowblind, and I can't get away

Poor Boy
Composer(s): Kim Wilson
Performer(s): The Fabulous Thunderbirds



I'm a poor, poor boy
But that don't worry me
Everybody knows that the best things in life are free

Well I go out make a little money
Spend it fast as I can
I'm gonna go out and have a good time,
raise some sand while I'm still a young man

I got all the girls I need
And a hotel over my head
One thing I know, baby, I got clean sheets on my bed

Well I ain't got no money
But, baby, I don't care
I'm gonna ride around this town in my new car lookin' like a millionaire

Yes, I said I'm a poor, poor boy
But that don't worry me
Everybody knows that the best things in life are free

Bailemos Un Vals
First performance by: José Vélez - 1978



Oh Michel donde estas?
yo no sé si tu recordarás
el verano que juntos pasamos los dos
y que nunca podré yo olvidar
Oh Michel te perdi
nunca mas he sabido de ti
solo espero que un dia regreses a mi
y de nuevo te pueda pedir
Voulez vous danser avec moi
quieres que bailemos un vals
na na na na nai na na na
na na na na nai na na na
Voulez vous danser avec moi
quieres que bailemos un vals
na na na nai na na na
bailemos un vals
bailemos un vals
Oh Michel donde estas?
yo no sé si tu recordarás
el verano que juntos pasamos los dos
y que nunca podre yo olvidar
oh Michel te perdi
nunca mas he sabido de ti
solo espero que un dia regreses a mi
y de nuevo te pueda pedir
voulez vous dancer avec moi
Quieres que bailemos un vals
na na na na nai na na na
na na na na nai na na na
voulez vous dancer avec moi
quieres que bailemos un vals
na na na nai na na na
bailemos un vals .......
bailemos un vals
voulez vous dancer avec moi
quieres que bailemos un vals
na na na na nai na na na
na na na nai na na na
Voulez vous dancer avec moi
quieres que bailemos un vals
na na na na nai na na na
bailemos un vals .......
bailemos un vals
bailemos un vals

Poor Old Slave
Composer(s): George W.H. Griffin



'Tis just one year ago today
That I remember well
I sat down by poor Nelly's side
And a story she did tell
'Twas 'bout a poor unhappy slave
That lived for many a year
But now he's dead, and in his grave
No master does he fear

Chorus:
The poor old slave has gone to rest
We know that he is free
Disturb him not but let him rest
'Way down in Tennessee

She took my arm, we walk'd along
Into an open field
And there she passed to breathe awhile
Then to his grave did steal
She sat down by that little mound
And softly whisper'd there
Come to me, father, 'tis thy child
Then gently dropp'd a tear

(Chorus)

But since that time how things have changed
Poor Nelly that was my bride
Is laid beneath the cold grave sod
With her father by her side
I planted there upon her grave
The weeping willow tree
I bathed its roots with many a tear
That it might shelter me

(Chorus)

Snowbird
((Dutch Versions: Zeemeeuw (Lize Marke) - 1970; Die Laaielichter - (Gerard Cox) - 1987))
Composer(s): Gene MacLellan
First release by: Anne Murray - 1969
Covered by multiple other artists



Beneath this snowy mantle cold and clean
The unborn grass lies waiting for its coat to turn to green
The snowbird sings the song he always sings
And speaks to me of flowers that will bloom again in spring

When I was young my heart was young then, too
Anything that it would tell me, that's the thing that I would do
But now I feel such emptiness within
For the thing that I want most in life's the thing that I can't win

Spread your tiny wings and fly away
And take the snow back with you
Where it came from on that day
The one I love forever is untrue
And if I could you know that I would
Fly away with you

The breeze along the river seems to say
That he'll only break my heart again should I decide to stay
So, little snowbird, take me with you when you go
To that land of gentle breezes where the peaceful waters flow

Spread your tiny wings and fly away
And take the snow back with you
Where it came from on that day
The one I love forever is untrue
And if I could you know that I would
Fly away with you

Yeah, if I could I know that I would fl-y-y-y-y away with you 

Poor Ned   
Performer(s): Redgum



Eighteen-hundred and 78 was the year I remember so well
hey put my father in an early grave
and slung my mother in gaol
now I don't know what's right or wrong
but they hung Christ on nails
6 kids at home and 2 still on the breast
they wouldn't even give us bail

Chorus:

Poor Ned, you're better off dead 
at least you'll get some peace of mind
you're out on the track
they're right on your back
boy they're gonna hang you high 

You know I wrote a letter 'bout Stringy-Bark Creek
so they would understand
that I might be a bushranger
but I'm not a murdering man
I didn't want to shoot Kennedy
or that copper Lonnigan
he alone could have saved his life
by throwing down his gun

Chorus

You know they took Ned Kelly
and they hung him in the Melbourne gaol
he fought so very bravely
dressed in iron mail
and no man single handed
can hope to break the bars
there's a thousand like Ned Kelly
who'll hoist the flag of stars

we sing...

Chorus

Die Laaielichter ((aka Zeemeeuw (Lize Marke) - 1970))
((Adapted from: Snowbird - (Anne Murray) 1969))
Composer(s): Gene MacLellan - Gerard Cox
Performer(s): Gerard Cox - 1987



Toen jij me zei "ik hou niet meer van jou
Jij bent om mee te leven veel te moeilijk voor een vrouw
Ik ga hier weg, ik stik in deze hel"
Toen brak je weliswaar m'n hart maar ik begreep het wel

'k Zei tot mezelf "vooruit laat 'r maar gaan"
Ik mag haar toch niet dwingen tot zo'n uitzichtloos bestaan
Maar ik zag je gisteravond lopen in de stad
En ik schrok toch even van de hufter die je bij je had

Die laaielichter waar je nou mee gaat
Dat is tuig van de richel, dat is gajes van de straat
Een laaielichter is dat wat je wou
En dan te denken dat ik nog steeds in lichterlaaie sta voor jou

Ik ben wat ouder en ik word wat grijs
Maar ach m'n hart is jong dus dat brengt mij niet van de wijs
En hij is jonger, ja dat scheelt een jaar of tien
Maar aan de kringen om z'n ogen is het zuipen al te zien

Ik ben dan misschien moeders mooiste niet
Maar schat, kijk eens naar hem, hij heeft een kop als een vergeiet
'k Ben niet zo slank meer, ach denk niet dat ik dat niet zie
Maar liefje, als hij hardloopt breekt z'n been af bij z'n knie

Die laaielichter waar je nou mee gaat
Dat is tuig van de richel, dat is gajes van de straat
Een laaielichter is dat wat je wou
En dan te denken dat ik nog steeds in lichterlaaie sta voor jou

Je wilt geen schulden heb je mij zo vaak verteld
Maar ach, van deze jongen krijgt de halve stad nog geld
Je vroeg erom en dus liet ik je vrij
Maar als je toch de goot in wilt, waarom dan niet met mij

Die laaielichter waar je nou mee gaat
Dat is tuig van de richel, dat is gajes van de straat
Een laaielichter is dat wat je wou
En dan te denken dat ik nog steeds in lichterlaaie sta voor jou

Ja, weet dat ik nog steeds in lichterlaaie sta voor jou...

Poor Mister Chisholm
Composer(s): Bernie Hanighen; Johnny Mercer
Performer(s): Fred Astaire



Poor Mr. Chisholm
Played on the mandolin
But he couldn't win
'Cause he tried to swing
And he broke a string every time

Poor Mr. Chisholm
Just couldn't dig the jive
When he did arrive at the proper note
He arrived by boat every time

He tried to jazz up his mandolin
But never could quite control it
He always brought Bach and Handel in
When it took a lick, he always broke a pick

Poor Mr. Chisholm
You're quite a gay old blade
With your serenade, but you're corny, Jack
Better truck on back to Dubuque
Get a Uke
You disgrace your kin
On the mandolin every time