A Little Thing Like Love
Composer(s): Allan Clarke - Tony Macaulay
Performer(s): The Hollies



Took you from Dakota from the Black Hills to the plains
I brought you up a lady and the right way to behave
Turned my pockets inside-out and not a dime was saved
and now you're trying to decide whether to go or stay

Don't let a little thing like love keep on bringing you down, my babe
or ever change the plans you made
Don't let a little thing like tears keep on turning you 'round, my babe
You're old enough to change your ways
And if you're feeling all run down, you look for the brighter lights uptown
Don't let a little thing like me ever stand in your way

Took you on a fast train across the Rio Grande
a Mexicano wedding with a Tijuana band
You blew my whole life savings and all the gold I'd panned
So if you're trying to find a way to say your sweet goodbyes

You're old enough to change your ways
And if you're feeling all run down
you look for the right to light the town
Don't let a little thing like me
ever stand in your way
Don't let a little thing like love

Hot Rod Race No.5 (aka The Kid In The Model-A)
Composer(s): Arkie Shibley
Performer(s): Arkie Shibley



I'm just the kid from the hot rod race
the one that the cops wouldn't even chase
I didn't think they'd get so hot
I's just drivin' along in my hopped-up pot

When I saw two cars on the road ahead
a-racin' like mad, to myself I said
"I'll have some fun an' pass 'em by far
they think they're so hot in their brand new cars"

I let her out a little bit more
I pushed the foot clean to the floor
"I'll show those guys who's in top place
I'll really give 'em a hot rod race

I bent a little further over the wheel
and felt the floorboard beneath my heel
I heard the sudden roar of my old exhaust pipe
I knew right then the race they'd fight

I rolled up behind 'em an' give 'em a blast
to let 'em know I's about to pass
but they didn't budge, and their wild, mad ride
they stayed ahead an' was side-by-side

So I took to the ditch to get by the flight
I scattered sand to the left and sand to the right
It didn't even slow their speed
my Model-A has what I need

Now I passed up the guys in that race
I've got us back to a normal pace
I got her by without a spill
whoa, boy, it was quite a thrill

If ya ever get mad at a hot rod kid
remember the things that once't you did
when you were young, carefree and gay
and had a hopped-up Model-A

A Little Street Where Old Friends Meet
Composer(s): Gus Kahn - Harry Woods
Performer(s): Nat "King" Cole
and multiple other artists



It's just a little street 
Where old friends meet
I'd love to wander back 
Someday

To you, it may be old
And sort of tumbled down, 
But it means a lot to folks 
In my hometown

Although I'm rich or poor
I still feel sure 
I'm welcome as the flowers in May

It's just a little street 
Where old friends meet
And treat you in the same old way

Although I'm rich or poor
I still feel sure 
I'm welcome as the flowers in May

It's just a little street 
Where old friends meet
And treat you in the same old way

Hot Rod Race No.4 (aka The Guy In The Mercury)
Composer(s): George Wilson
Performer(s): Arkie Shibley



You've heard'a the guy an' his brother Joe
who took off in their Ford from San Pedro
an' how they raced through deserts wide
with a Mercury that stayed right by their side

Now I'm the guy who was in that Merc
an' I'm callin' myself all kind of a jerk
for ever tryin' that kind've a race
I might have known I'd lose my face

But the road was straight 'n' the road was wide
'n' me 'n' that Ford stayed side by side
I stuck to him through thick an' thin
but I knew all the time I's riskin' my skin

When the hopped-up Model-A blew a'past
I wondered then how long it would last
but I didn't have too long to wait
to see what would happen, to learn my fate

The cop's heads, who spun in fright
got on their bikes an' took to flight
They came up behind me with a siren blast
I knew right then my fun had passed

The guy in the Ford kept racin' on
he was tryin' to catch that son-of-a-gun
who was drivin' that hot rod Model-A
but I didn't have a thing to say

Now I'm sittin' here alone in the klink
with plenty of time to wonder and think
I pace the floor, I frume an' fret
I don't even have a cigarette

Oh, why did I ever get in that race
to end up here in this awful place?
Should have had more sense, is all I can say
don't ever race with a kid in a hopped-up Model-A

A Little On The Lonely Side
Composer(s): Frank Weldon - Dick Robertson - James Cavanaugh
Performer(s): Harry Kaye
and multiple other artists



I’m a little on the lonely
A little on the lonely side
I keep thinking of you only
And wishing you were by my side
You know my dear when you’re not here
There’s no one to romance with
So if I’m seen with someone else
It’s just someone to dance with
Every letter that you send me
I read a dozen times or more
Any wonder that I love you more and more
Oh how I miss your tender kiss
And long to hold you tight
I’m a little on the lonely side tonight

Hot Rod Race No.3 (aka Arkie Meets The Judge)
Composer(s): Arkie Shibley; Leon Kelley; Jackie Hayes
Performer(s): Arkie Shibley



Now me and my wife and my brother Joe
were home asleep in San Pedro
when the doorbell ring and I run to the door
there stood a cop, and he sure was sore

"You're under arrest, you're goin' to the klink
for wreckless drivin' and raisin' such a stink
So grab your hat and hurry, too
the judge wants to have a little talk with you"

He put me in the wagon and locked the door
I thought I'd never see my wife no more
The cops finally got me but what the heck
me and the Mercury stayed neck-and-neck

We got to the station and he took me inside
the cop he told me it was the end of the ride
We went down the hall and opened the door
and there was the judge in the middle of the floor

He took my driver license and all my money too
and said "six months I'm a-givin' to you"
But I don't care, but what the heck
me and that Mercury stayed neck-and-neck

Now I'm a-sittin' in my cell, all broken-hearted
and the six-months has barely started
But I'm not the only one that's feelin' blue
'cause the guy that drove the Mercury is in here too

The cops is still looking both night and day
for the kid in the hopped-up Model-A
They say they'll catch him but I don't think it's so
'cause that Model-A can fairly go

Now I'll be outta here in some of these days
'n' I'll hunt the kid in the Model-A
And he'll be the one that'll hafta pray
'cause I'm gonna get me a hopped-up Model-A

A Little Night Dancin'
Composer(s): John Cougar Mellencamp
Performer(s): John Cougar Mellencamp



Well west of Zion
They got a hot spot brewing
Handcuffs and kisses
For the people who live there

Guitar player's playing
Cinderella saying
Hey boys get that spoon to my nose
And we'll run through the midnight air

Night, night, whoa night dancin'
Hey just a little, little, little night dancin'
Night, night, whoa night dancin'
Hey just a little, little, little night dancin'

Sodom and Gomorah
They run the roadhouse
They keep everything jumping
As the drummer keeps the beat

And it's really something when those kids start bitchin'
Yeah it starts me itching
As I jump to my feet to go

Night, night, whoa night dancin'
Hey just a little, little, little night dancin'
Night, night, whoa night dancin'
Hey just a little, little, little night dancin'

Night, night, whoa night dancin'
Hey just a little, little, little night dancin'
Night, night, whoa night dancin'
Hey just a little, little, little night dancin'

Hot Rod Race No.2
Composer(s): Arkie Shibley; Leon Kelley; Jackie Hayes
Performer(s): Arkie Shibley



Now me and my wife and my brother Joe
are back home safe in San Pedro
My tires are wore out 'n' my gas is low
and my doggone Ford'll just barely go

My twin pipes are busted, I'm really in a rut
one carburetors a'leakin and the other one's stuck
my overdrive's slippin, it won't stand the pace
my oil she's a drippin' outta the busted crankcase

The top is tore 'n' it shore does leak
'n' the springs are stickin' up through the seat
The wind blew in and chilled my bride
but me and that Mercury stayed side by side

Now she rattles and smokes like an old diesel truck
I made it home though, I guess it was luck
'cause my bearings were busted, my radiator too
and my fan belt was broke 'bout half in two

My brother's still pale 'n' my wife's still sick
my old Ford's nothin' but a wreck
but I don't worry for what the heck
Me and that Mercury stayed neck-and-neck

A Ford's a good car, and mighty fast too
but this one is shot 'n' there's nothin' ta do
so I thought it over and here's what I'll do
I'm gonna trade it off, now wouldn't you?

The guy that gets it, he's gonna be sore
an' he won't like me any more
but why should I worry, for what the heck
me and that Mercury stayed neck-and-neck

But we had a good race 'n' I'll remember the day
that me and that Mercury went out to play
an' there's one more thing I'd like to say
don't try to beat a kid in a hopped-up Model-A

A Little More Wine
Composer(s): Chris Youlden
Performer(s): Savoy Brown



Oh, I'd be a rich man if I had all the money I owe
But to have that much I oughta' help them sell my soul
One and one make two, two and two make four
That figure don't drive the rent man from the door

Just got time for a little more wine
Just got time for a little more wine

One day I'll see my way to clear up the trouble and strife
I'll get a little joy, a little joy in my life
I think about the good times, the memories don't come [clear]
I feel like I'm goin', I'm goin' just a little down [hill/here?]

I just got time for a little more wine
I just got time for a little more wine

But when I do remember the hopes I used to have
My face lights up and I crack a little smile
When I reach the end of my workin' life
I'll sit and say 'I wonder was it all worthwhile?'

I just got time for a little more wine
I just got time for a little more wine

But when I do remember the hopes I used to have
My face lights up and I crack a little smile
When I reach the end of my workin' life
I'll sit and say 'I wonder was it all worthwhile?'

Just got time for a little more wine
Just got time for a little more wine

Hot Rod Race
Composer(s): George Wilson
Performer(s): Arkie Shibley;
and various other artists



Now me and my wife and my brother Joe
took off in my Ford from San Pedro
We hadn't much gas 'n' the tires was low
but the doggone Ford could really go

Now along about the middle of the night
we were rippin' along like white folks might
when a Mercury behind he blinked his lights
and he honked his horn and he flew outside

We had twin pipes and a Columbia butt
you people may think that I'm in a rut
but to you folks who don't dig the jive
that's two carburetors and an overdrive

We made grease spots outta many good town
and left the cops heads spinnin' round 'n' round
They wouldn't chase, they'd run and hide
but me and that Mercury stayed side by side

Now we were Ford men and we likely knew
that we would race until somethin' blew
and we thought it over
now, wouldn't you?

I looked down at my lovely bride
her face was blue, I thought she'd died
We left streaks through towns about forty feet wide
but me and that Mercury stayed side by side

My brother was pale, he said he was sick
he said he was just a nervous wreck
But why should I worry, for what the heck
me and that Mercury was still neck-and-neck

Now on through the deserts we did glide
a-flyin' low and a-flyin' wide
me an' that Mercury was a-takin' a ride
and we stayed exactly side by side

Now I looked in my mirror and I saw somethin' comin'
I thought it was a plane by the way it was a-runnin'
It was a-hummin' along at a terrible pace
and I knew right then it was the end of the race

When it flew by us, I turned the other way
the guy in the Mercury had nothin' to say
for it was a kid, in a hopped up Model-A

Little More Love
Composer(s): John Farrar
Performer(s): Olivia Newton-John



Night is draggin' her feet
I wait alone in the heat
I know, know that you'll have your way
Till you have to go home
No's a word I can't say

Cause it gets me nowhere to tell you no
And it gets me nowhere to make you go
Will a little more love make you start depending
Will a little more love bring a happy ending
Will a little more love make it right? 
Will a little more love make it right? 

Where, where did my innocence go? 
How, how was a young girl to know? 
I'm trapped, trapped in the spell of your eyes
In the warmth of your arms
In the web of your lies

But it gets me nowhere to tell you no
And it gets me nowhere to make you go
Will a little more love make you start depending
Will a little more love bring a happy ending
Will a little more love make it right? 
Will a little more love make it right? 

Hot Rod Mama
Composer(s): Marc Bolan
Performer(s): Tyrannosaurous Rex



Hot rod mama moving 
like a motor cycle devil in a race 
Blown out my mind, I can't keep up the pace 

I'm selling all my midnight 
still broke and living on the ground 
My gone little mama cut out without a sound 

With my greased-up levis 
baseball boots above my head 
If it wasn't such a tragedy I might wish I was dead 

She took my ice-cream mustang 
and my purple colored Dodgeville 
She even took my panpipes and my elixir of life pill

Skandal Im Sperrbezirk
Composer(s): Günther Sigl
Performer(s): Spider Murphy Gang



In München steht ein Hofbräuhaus
doch Freudenhäuser müssen raus
damit in dieser schönen Stadt
das Laster keine Chance hat

Doch jeder ist gut informiert
weil Rosi täglich inseriert
und wenn dich deine Frau nicht liebt
wie gut das es die Rosi gibt

Und draussen vor der grossen Stadt
stehn die Nutten sich die Füsse platt

Skandal im Sperrbezirk
Skandal im Sperrbezirk
Skandal - Skandal um Rosi

Ja Rosi hat ein Telefon
auch ich hab ihre Nummer schon
unter 32-16-8
herrscht Konjunktur die ganze Nacht

Und draussen im Hotel D'Amour
langweilen sich die Damen nur
weil jeder den die Sehnsucht quält
ganz einfach Rosis Nummer wählt

Und draussen vor der grossen Stadt
stehn die Nutten sich die Füsse platt

Skandal im Sperrbezirk
Skandal im Sperrbezirk
Skandal - Skandal um Rosi

Moral - Skandal
Moral - Skandal
Moral - Skandal
Skandal um Rosi

Hot Rod Lincoln 
Composer(s): Charlie Ryan; W.S. Stevenson
Performer(s): Charlie Ryan;
and various other artists



My pappy said "Son, you're gonna drive me to drinkin'
if you don't stop drivin' that Hot Rod Lincoln"

Have you heard the story of the hot rod race
where the Fords 'n' Lincolns was settin' the pace?
That story is true, I'm here to say
that I was drivin' that Model-A

It's got a Lincoln motor and it's really souped up
that Model-A body makes it look like a pup
It's got eight cylinders and uses 'em all
got overdrive, just won't stall

With a four-barrel carb and a dual exhaust
with 4-11 gears you can really get lost
Got safety tubes but I ain't scared
the brakes are good, tires fair

Pulled outta San Pedro late one night
the moon 'n' the stars was shinin' bright
We was drivin' up Grapevine hill
passin' cars like they was standin' still

All of a sudden in the wink of an eye
Cadillac sedan passed us by
I said "Boys that's the mark for me"
by then the tailight was all you could see

Now the fellas ribbed me for bein' behind
so I thought I'd make the Lincoln unwind
Took my foot off the gas'n'man alive
I shoved it on down into overdrive

Wound it up to a hunderd an' ten
my speedometer said that I hit top end
My foot was glued like lead to the floor
that's all there is an' there ain't no more

Now the boys all thought I'd lost my sense
them telephone poles looked like a picket fence
They said "slow down, I see spots"
the lines on the road just looked like dots

Took a corner'n'side-swiped a truck
crossed my fingers just for luck
My fenders was clickin' the guardrail posts
the guy beside me was white as a ghost

Smoke was comin' from outta the back
when started t' gain on that Cadillac
Knew I could catch him, I thought I could pass
don'tcha by then we'd be low on gas

We had flames comin' from outta the side
you could feel the tension, man whatta ride
I said "look out boys, I got a license to fly"
and that Caddy pulled over and let us by

Now all of a sudden she started knockin'
down in the dip she started to rock
And I looked in the mirror, a red light was blinkin'
the cops was after my hot rod Lincoln

They arrested me 'n' they put me in jail
'n they called my pappy to throw my bail
'n he said "son you're gonna drive me ta drinkin'
if you don't stop drivin' that hot rod Lincoln

A Little Lovin'
Composer(s): Neil Sedaka - Phil Cody
Performer(s): Neil Sedaka



Mama raised me to be a man
Told me, son ya have to understand
Learn to get while the gettin's good
And bring it back to the neighborhood

And I swear, I was there, tell me why should I lie
I just wanna say, a little lovin' goes a long long way

Uncle Henry and cousin Grace
Used to weekend at our place
Grace and I would go behind the barn
We almost burned the damn thing down

And I swear, I was there, tell me why should I lie
I just wanna say, a little lovin' goes a long long way

Oooh! I need your lovin', just a little lovin'
I need your lovin', just a little lovin'
A little lovin' each and every day
A little lovin' goes a long long way, long way...

I knew a woman from New Orleans
Her old man used to treat her mean
And she would come to me for sympathy
Southern comfort and ecstasy

And I swear, I was there, tell me why should I lie
I just wanna say, a little lovin' goes a long long way
Do it now!

Oooh! I need your lovin', just a little lovin'
I need your lovin', just a little lovin'
A little lovin' each and every day
A little lovin' goes a long long way now

I need your lovin', just a little lovin'
I need your lovin', just a little lovin'
A little lovin' each and every day
A little lovin' goes a long long way

Hot River
Composer(s): Carla Bley
Performer(s): Nick Mason



Do you long to cavort?
Here's a new water sport
That you ought to try
It's a Fahrenheit dream
Hot and covered with steam
You won't be bored
Do you want to get wet?
Are you starting to sweat?
Slip over the side
Now we're caught in a swell
Here's where Heaven and Hell
Start to collide

It's slippery and slimy
Reach over here and tie me
I'm so warm I can hardly move
Mother never told me
I'd need someone to hold me
But where I'm from the rivers are all cold

It's a fisherman's dream
Dinner's already steamed
And ready to eat
When you feel your resolve
Is about to dissolve
Then stop for a treat
In a river of steam
Nothing seems too obscene
So let down your hair
While you drift through a trough
Slip your bathing suit off
And really get clean

You can do your laundry
While your thoughts are wandering
And you watch the passing swimmer's poach
You don't need no Sterno
In Dante's Inferno
It's thermohydriatically controlled

You can't stay in too long
'Cause the heat is too strong
You're starting to slide
Grab ahold of the rope
Throw your soap in the boat
Climb over the side
We can come back for more
When we start to get bored
There's nothing as wild
As a Hot River swim
On the volcanic rim

A Little Love Can Go A Long, Long Way
Composer(s): Even Stevens - Hillary Kanter
Performer(s): The Oak Ridge Boys



When you're tempted just to let it slip away
Hold on, hold on

When bitter words just get in the way

Hold on, be strong

When you think you can't hang in there anymore 
And you know that any second

You'll be stormin' out the door

When you've vented all you're anger

And there's nothin' left to say

Don't you know a little love can go a long long way

Pride will only lead to loneliness 
Hold on, hold on

Better learn how to forgive and to forget

Before she's gone

(repeat chorus)

There's bound to be some heartaches 
Love is never an easy road

Just give it all you've got

With all you're heart and soul

Don't let misunderstandings

Stand in your way

There's a remedy (There's a remedy)

A little love is all (A little love is all you need)

(repeat chorus)

When you've vented all your anger 
And there's nothin' left to say

Don't you know a little love can go

A long, long way

Hot Patootie - Bless My Soul 
(aka Whatever Happened To Saturday Night?)
Composer(s): Richard O'Brien
Performer(s): Meat Loaf;
and various other artists



Eddie:
Whatever happened to Saturday night?
When you dressed up sharp and you felt alright
It don't seem the same since cosmic light
Came into my life, I thought I was divine
I used to go for a ride with a chick who'd go
And listen to the music on the radio
A saxophone was blowing on a Rock and Roll show
We climbed in the back seat, really had a good time
Hot patootie, bless my soul
Really love that Rock and Roll

(Hot patootie, bless my soul)
(I really love that Rock and Roll)
(Hot patootie, bless my soul)
(I really love that Rock and Roll)
(Hot patootie, bless my soul)
(I really love that Rock and Roll)

Eddie:
My head used to swim from the perfume I smelled
My hands kinda fumbled with her white plastic belt
I'd taste her baby pink lipstick and that's when I'd melt
She'd whisper in my ear tonight she really was mine
Get back in front and put some hair oil on
Buddy Holly was singing his very last song
With your arms around your girl, you try to sing along
It felt pretty good.....Whoo!
Really had a good time
Hot patootie, bless my soul
Really love that Rock and Roll

(Hot patootie, bless my soul
(I really love that Rock and Roll)
(Hot patootie, bless my soul)
(I really love that Rock and Roll)
(Hot patootie, bless my soul)
(I really love that Rock and Roll)

(Hot patootie, bless my soul
(I really love that Rock and Roll)
(Hot patootie, bless my soul)
(I really love that Rock and Roll)
(Hot patootie, bless my soul)
(I really love that Rock and Roll)
(Hot patootie, bless my soul
(I really love that Rock and Roll)
(Hot patootie, bless my soul)
(I really love that Rock and Roll)
(Hot patootie, bless my soul)
(I really love that Rock and Roll)
(Hot patootie, bless my soul
(I really love that Rock and Roll)
(Hot patootie, bless my soul)
(I really love that Rock and Roll)

A Little Love And Understanding
((French Version: Un Peu D'amour Et D'amitié (by Gilbert Bécaud))
Composer(s): Louis Amade - Gilbert Bécaud - Marcel Stellman
Performer(s): Bing Crosby; LadybiRdS



You're on your own
And what you need's
A little love and understanding, hee-hee-hee
A little warmth to tell your soul
A gentle bird that softly sings, hee-hee-hee-hee

Each night my voice happens to sneak
Through your transistor radio, ho-ho-ho
I'm just a secret you can keep
And no one ever needs to know

You're in that city far away
I'm on the ship way out at sea
You got some problems you can't face
So leave them behind, any place

For out of sight is out of mind
And in time, and in time, and in time, and in time, and in time
You'll find peace of mind
Ho-ho-kay-ay (okay), good, good

You're room is like a desert isle
You often filled with silent tears, hmm-hmm-hmm
So grab your coat, put on a smile
Go out and buy yourself some cheer, hee-hee-hee-hee
Why sit there thinking of the past
Recounting empty days gone by, hah-hah-hah
When you should make each moment last
It isn't hard to do, just try

Drink to the city far away
To all the sailors 'way at sea
All those problems you can't face
So leave them behind, any place

For out of sight is out of mind
And in time, and in time, and in time, and in time, and in time
You'll find peace of mind
O-kay, hm-hm, (okay), good 

Hot Love
Composer(s): Marc Bolan
Performer(s): T. Rex



Well she's my woman of gold
And she's not very old - a ha ha
Well she's my woman of gold
And she's not very old - a ha ha
I don't mean to be bold, a-but a-may I hold your hand?

Well she ain't no witch and I love the way she twitch - a ha ha
Well she ain't no witch and I love the way she twitch - a ha ha
I'm a labourer of love in my persian gloves - a ha ha

Well she's faster than most and she lives on the coast - a ha ha
Well she's faster than most and she lives on the coast - a ha ha
I'm her two-penny prince and I give her hot love - a ha ha
Ow - ow - mh

Well she ain't no witch and I love the way she twitch - a ha ha
Well she ain't no witch and I love the way she twitch - a ha ha
I'm her two-penny prince and I give her hot love - a ha ha

La-la-la-la-la-la-la ....
Ooh ooh, oh don't you do ....
Ooh ooh, lay it all down ....
Ooh ooh, jetzt kommt sie doch, mh ....
Ooh ooh, mm-ba-ba-ba ....