Ain't Life Sweet
Composer(s): Laurence Archer - Edwards - Phil Mogg - Pete Way
Performer(s): UFO



Kick out the cat / turn back the clock
Ain’t life sweet baby look what I got
They took the tv honey
Oh babe now they took the car
I skipped the bills yeah
And I’ve been drinking at the bar

Ain’t life a treat, it ain’t so sweet
When you’re down on down / down on down

The bank’s foreclosing
And there’s a foot inside my door
The telephone’s not ringing
And I can’t take it anymore

I’m off the track / my last six pack
And I’m down on down / going down
Ain’t life a treat it ain’t so sweet
When you’re going down / down on down

Hit me shorty

My God the kids are screaming
And the help she ain’t been paid
My baby upped and left me
Well I hope she’s getting laid

Ain’t life a treat it ain’t so sweet
When you’re down on down / going down
I’m just bad luck looks like I got stuck
Down on down / down on down

I took it to the limit, now I’m really in it
Going down / right on down
Just like the I.R.S. oh, more is less
Going down / down on down

(When It's) Darkness On The Delta
Composer(s): Jerry Levinson; Al J. Neiburg; Marty Symes
Performer(s): Chick Bullock;
and various other artists



When it's darkness on the delta 
That's the time my heart is light
When it's darkness on the delta 
Let me linger in the shelter of the night

Fields of cotton all around me
Darkies singin' sweet and low** 
Lord I'm lucky that you found me 
Where the muddy Mississippi waters flow

Lounging on the levee
List'nin' to the nightingales way up above
Laughter on the levee, no one's heart is heavy
All God's chillun got someone to love

When it's darkness on the delta
Only heaven is in sight
When it's darkness on the delta
let me linger in the shelter of the night 

Ain't It Strange
Composer(s): Ivan Král - Patti Smith
Performer(s): Patti Smith



Down in Vineland there's a clubhouse
Girl in white dress, boy shoot white stuff 
Oh, don't you know that anyone can join 
And they come and they call and they fall on the floor 
Don't you see when you're looking at me 
That I'll never end transcend transcend 
Ain't it strange oh oh oh 
Ain't it strange oh oh oh 

Come and join me, I implore thee
I impure thee, come explore me
Oh, don't you know that anyone can come 
And they come and they call and they crawl on the floor
Don't you see when you're looking at me 
That I'll never end transcend transcend 
Ain't it strange oh oh oh 
Ain't it strange oh oh oh 

True, true, who are you? 
Who, who am I? 
Oh da oh da oh da oh da oh da oh da 

Down in Vineland there's a clubhouse
Girl in white dress, boy shoot white stuff
Oh, don't you know that anyone can come 
And they come and they call and they fall on the floor 
Don't you see when you're looking at me 
That I'll never end transcend transcend. 
Ain't it strange oh oh oh 
Ain't it strange oh oh oh 

Do you go to the temple tonight? 
Oh no, I don't think so 
Do you not go to the palace of answers with me Marie? 
Oh no, I don't think so, no 
See when they offer me book of gold 
I know soon still that platinum is coming 
And when I look inside of your temple 
It looks just like the inside of anyone one man,
And when he beckons his finger to me
Well, I move in another direction
I move in another dimension 
I move in another dimension oh oh oh 

I spin, I spiral, and I splatter
Hand of God, I feel the finger 
Hand of God, and I start to whirl 
And I whirl, and I whirl
Don't get dizzy, do not fall now
Turn, God, God (strange) 
Go, go on, go like a dervish
Turn, God, (strange) make a move 
Turn, Lord, (strange) 
I don't get nervous 
Oh I just move in another dimension 
Come move in another dimension 
Come move in another dimension 
Come move in another dimension oh oh oh 
Strange strange 

Do you go to the temple tonight? 
Oh no, I don't think so, no 
We'll go to the pagoda 
The palace of answers with me, Marie 
Oh no, I don't believe so, no 
See when they offer me book of gold
I know soon still that platinum is coming 
And when I look inside of your temple 
It looks just like the inside of anyone one man 
And when he beckons his finger to me
Well, I move in another dimension 
I move in another dimension 
I move in another dimension oh oh oh

When Is Sometime?
Composer(s): Johnny Burke; James Van Heusen
Performer(s): Mel Tormé & The Mel-Tones;
and various other artists



Tonight I’ll meet the one I love again
But I’ll be dreaming
She’ll hold me and kiss me, but dreaming
I never meet the one I love at all when I am awake
I wonder how long that will take

When is sometime?
How many days until sometime?
For my dreams make it clear
That my lover is near
And she ought to be here about some time
Who is someone?
Who is the wonderful someone?
Oh I’m keeping my heartstrings in tune
And hoping that sometime is soon

Who is someone?
Who is this wonderful someone?
Oh I’m keeping my heartstrings in tune
And hoping that sometime is soon 

Ain't It Sad
Composer(s): Chris Difford - Glenn Tilbrook
Performer(s): Squeeze



No cameras, no lights, no stars in my eyes
And no way of getting through to you
No writing, nor call with a two-time tart
And no way to make a dream come true
Walking up the street, take a hold of my hand
Its just a postcard of the place I knew
Because ain't you sad girl, ain't it sad
Ain't you sad girl, ain't it sad
Funny little things I thought I never had
No afternoon cafe(?), missing english and math
And off to the slammin' summer coast
No waiter, no tips no movies, no scripts
And no way of getting into my post
Riding up the street take a hold of my wheel
Its just a life time and I make the most
Because ain't you sad girl, ain't it sad
Ain't you sad girl, ain't it sad
Funny little things I thought I never had

Because ain't you sad girl, ain't it sad
Ain't you sad girl, ain't it sad
Funny little things I thought I never had
No walking down the beach, no girls left to speak
And no time to mess around with a kiss
No wlaking her home, when she is feeling alone
And no time to get her under the peir
Running up the steets, you can catch us if you can
This is my lifetime and I will not fear
Because ain't you sad girl, ain't it sad
Ain't you sad girl, ain't it sad
Funny little things I thought I never had
Funny little things I thought I never had
Funny little things I thought I never had

When Irish Eyes Are Smiling
Composer(s): Ernest R. Ball; Chauncey Olcott; George Graff Jr.
Performer(s): Chauncey Olcott;
and various other artists



There's a tear in your eye
And I'm wondering why
For it never should be there at all
With such pow'r in your smile
Sure a stone you'd beguile
So there's never a teardrop should fall

When your sweet lilting laughter's
Like some fairy song
And your eyes twinkle bright as can be
You should laugh all the while
And all other times smile
And now, smile a smile for me

When Irish eyes are smiling
Sure, 'tis like the morn in Spring
In the lilt of Irish laughter
You can hear the angels sing
When Irish hearts are happy
All the world seems bright and gay
And when Irish eyes are smiling
Sure, they steal your heart away

For your smile is a part
Of the love in your heart
And it makes even sunshine more bright
Like the linnet's sweet song
Crooning all the day long
Comes your laughter and light

For the springtime of life
Is the sweetest of all
There is ne'er a real care or regret
And while springtime is ours
Throughout all of youth's hours
Let us smile each chance we get

When Irish eyes are smiling
Sure, 'tis like the morn in Spring
In the lilt of Irish laughter
You can hear the angels sing
When Irish hearts are happy
All the world seems bright and gay
And when Irish eyes are smiling
Sure, they steal your heart away 

Ain't It Peculiar
Composer(s): Tim Buckley
Performer(s): Tim Buckley



Ain't it peculiar now
How our loves goes on and on
Ain't it peculiar honey
We take the bad with the wrong

You know that time after time
A misfortune smiled
Ain't it peculiar woman
You know we'll laugh our way through
When will this long night of a prison ever end
When will this long night of a prison ever end

You know I'm ready to sell
Lord you're the talk of the town
The next minute you're busted
Just listenin' to that jailhouse sound

You know that time after time
A misfortune smiled
Ain't it peculiar woman
How we'll just laugh our way through
When will this long night of a prison ever end
when will this long night of a prison ever end

You know double talk is poison
But that's the rule of the game
Instead of back stabbing they practice
Of all the little things that drive you insane

You know that time after time
A misfortune smiled
You know it's peculiar
I can still laugh our way through it

When will this long night of a prison ever end
When will this long night of a prison ever end

Ain't it peculiar

When In Rome (I Do As The Romans Do)
Composer(s): Carolyn Leigh; Cy Coleman
Performer(s): Tony Bennett;
and various other artists



When in Spain, for reasons I don't explain
I remain enjoying a brew
Don't deplore my fondness for fundador
You know how a fundador can lead to a few
And baby when in Rome, I do as the Romans do

If per chance I'm saying farewell to France
And romance drops in from the blue
Cher amour, I beg of you, please endure
My taking a brief detour with somebody new
It's just that when in Rome, I do as the Romans do

And though from Italy I lie to you prettily
Why think of me bitterly?  
You know that I'm true
'Cept now and then in Rome, I get that old yen in Rome
And nat'rally when in Rome, I do as the Romans do

If I write happily, "Best wishes from Napoli"
Don't cable me snappily to tell me we're through
'Cause once again in Rome, in somebody's den in Rome
Well honey, when in Rome, I do as the Romans

So just disregard the signs and the omens
When in Rome I do as the Romans do 

Ain’t It Nice?
Composer(s): Frank Davison
Performer(s): The Bandits



Ain’t it nice to know there’s always someone who
Thinks the world of you and no one else will do
Ain’t it nice to know it makes no difference where or when
He’ll be glad to see you and he’ll hate to let you go again
Ain’t it nice to think there’s someone you adore
And it’s grand to know that they’re worth waiting for
Ain’t it nice to know that he’s as true as the stars above
Ain’t it nice to be in love

Ain’t it nice to know there’s always someone who
Thinks the world of you and no one else will do
Ain’t it nice to know it makes no difference where or when
She’ll be glad to see you and will hate to let you go again
Ain’t it nice to think there’s someone you adore
And it’s grand to know that they’re worth waiting for
Ain’t it nice to know that he’s as true as the stars above
Ain’t it nice to be in love

When I'm Sixty-Four  
German Title: Wenn Ich 64 Bin
Composer(s): John Lennon; Paul McCartney
Performer(s): The Beatles



When I get older losing my hair
Many years from now
Will you still be sending me a valentine
Birthday greetings bottle of wine

If I'd been out till quarter to three
Would you lock the door
Will you still need me, will you still feed me
When I'm sixty-four

You'll be older too
And if you say the word
I could stay with you

I could be handy, mending a fuse
When your lights have gone
You can knit a sweater by the fireside
Sunday mornings go for a ride

Doing the garden, digging the weeds
Who could ask for more
Will you still need me, will you still feed me
When I'm sixty-four

Every summer we can rent a cottage
In the Isle of Wight, if it's not too dear
We shall scrimp and save
Grandchildren on your knee
Vera, Chuck & Dave

Send me a postcard, drop me a line,
Stating point of view
Indicate precisely what you mean to say
Yours sincerely, wasting away

Give me your answer, fill in a form
Mine for evermore
Will you still need me, will you still feed me
When I'm sixty-four 

Ain't It Nice
Composer(s): J. Smith
Performer(s): Chad & Jeremy



Mama goose, she walks real proud
Ask her just once and she'll tell you out loud about
Papa goose while she struts on the ground
Waitin' for the afternoon sun to go down
Ain't it nice, ain't it nice
Ain't it nice what love can do

Now me, I love most ev'rything
I've lived with the sorrow that love brings
Spend most of my nights alone
'Cause I can't be happy with just one home
Ain't it nice, ain't it nice
Ain't it nice what love can do

Poor man might not know how to sing
He spend his time learnin' better things
He lives for today and forgets the rest
At the happiness game the poor man's best
Ain't it nice, ain't it nice
Ain't it nice what love can do

When I'm Not Near The Girl I Love
Composer(s): E.Y. "Yip" Harburg; Burton Lane
Performer(s): David Wayne;
and various other artists



Oh my heart is beating wildly
And it's all because you're here
When I'm not near the girl I love
I love the girl I'm near
Ev'ry femme that flutters by me
Is a flame that must be fanned
When I can't fondle the hand I'm fond of
I fondle the hand at hand
My heart's in a pickle
It's constantly fickle
And not too partickle, I fear
When I'm not near the girl I love
I love the girl I'm near

I'm confessing a confession
And I hope I'm not verbose
When I'm not close to the kiss that I cling to
I cling to the kiss that's close
As I'm more and more a mortal
I am more and more a case
When I'm not facing the face that I fancy
I fancy the face I face
For Sharon I'm carin'
But Susan I'm choosin'
I'm faithful to whos'n is here
When I'm not near the girl I love
I love the girl I'm near

Ain't It Grand To Be Blooming Well Dead!
Composer(s): Leslie Sarony



Lately there's nothing but trouble, grief and strife
There's not much attraction about this bloomin' life
Last night I dreamt I was bloomin' well dead
As I went to the funeral, I bloomin' well said
Look at the flowers, bloomin' great orchids
Ain't it grand, to be bloomin' well dead! 
And look at the corfin, bloomin' great 'andles
Ain't it grand, to be bloomin' well dead!

I was so 'appy to think that I'd popped off
I said to a bloke with a nasty, 'acking cough
Look at the black 'earse, bloomin' great 'orses
Ain't it grand, to be bloomin' well dead! 
Look at the bearers, all in their frock coats
Ain't it grand, to be bloomin' well dead!
And look at their top 'ats, polished with Guinness
Ain't it grand, to be bloomin' well dead! 

Some people there were praying for me soul
I said, "It's the first time I've been off the dole"
Look at the mourners, bloomin' well sozzled
Ain't it grand, to be bloomin' well dead! 
Look at the children, bloomin' excited
Ain't it grand, to be bloomin' well dead!
Look at the neighbours, bloomin' delighted
Ain't it grand, to be bloomin' well dead! 

"Spend the insurance", I murmered, "For alack
You know I shan't be with you going back"
Look at the Missus, bloomin' well laughing
Ain't it grand, to be bloomin' well dead!
Look at me Sister, bloomin new 'at on
Ain't it grand, to be bloomin' well dead!
And look at me Brother, bloomin' cigar on
Ain't it grand, to be bloomin' well dead! 

We come from clay and we all go back they say
Don't 'eave a brick it may be your Aunty May
Look at me Grandma, bloomin' great haybag
Ain't it grand, to be bloomin' well dead!

When I'm Gone
Composer(s): Albert Hammond; Harold Payne
Performer(s): Albert Hammond



When I'm Gone
Would you take good care of everything
Will you keep wearing your wedding ring 
When I'm gone

And when I'm gone
Will you take down all the photographs
Where we spent our warm and tender laughs
When I'm gone

Will you miss me in the night
Will your arms reach out to hold me tight
Will your keep me in your dreams?
In your heart, in your life
Sometimes I wanna run to you
Like lovers do when love is new
Just for a moment be close to you
Pretending i'm still holding you
And even when I'm far away
In dreams we'll stay...and someday
After we've all chased our fantasies
Love will bring you back to me

When I'm gone
I'll be thinking 'bout you constantly
'Cause you're locked inside my memory
From now on

And I know
That we said we needed time apart
Would your love keep pulling at my heart
But it's strong

Will you miss me in the night
Will your arms reach out to hold me tight
Will your keep me in your dreams?
In your heart, in your life
Sometimes I wanna run to you
Like lovers do when love is new
Just for a moment be close to you
Pretending i'm still holding you
And even when I'm far away
In dreams we'll stay...and someday
After we've all chased our fantasies
Love will bring you back to me
 
Some times I wanna run to you 
Sometimes I wanna run to you 
Just like lovers do 
Sometimes I wanna run to you

Isn't It Grand, Boys?
(Traditional)
Performer(s): The Clancy Brothers
and multiple other artiststs



Look at the coffin, with golden handles
Isn't it grand, boys, to be bloody-well dead?

Let's not have a sniffle, let's have a bloody-good cry
And always remember: The longer you live
The sooner you'll bloody-well die

Look at the flowers, all bloody withered
Isn't it grand, boys, to be bloody-well dead?

Let's not have a sniffle, let's have a bloody-good cry
And always remember: The longer you live
The sooner you'll bloody-well die

Look at the mourners, bloody-great hypocrites
Isn't it grand, boys, to be bloody-well dead?

Let's not have a sniffle, let's have a bloody-good cry
And always remember: The longer you live
The sooner you'll bloody-well die

Look at the preacher, a bloody-nice fellow
Isn't it grand, boys, to be bloody-well dead?

Let's not have a sniffle, let's have a bloody-good cry
And always remember: The longer you live
The sooner you'll bloody-well die

Look at the widow, bloody-great female
Isn't it grand, boys, to be bloody-well dead?

Let's not have a sniffle, let's have a bloody-good cry
And always remember: The longer you live
The sooner you'll bloody-well die

When I'm Five
Composer(s): David Bowie
Performer(s): David Bowie; Beatstalkers



When I'm five
I will wash my face me hands all by myself
When I'm five
I will chew and spit tabacco like my grandfather Jones
'Cause I'm only four and five is far away

When I'm five
I will read the magazines in mummy's drawer
When I'm five
I will walk behind the soldiers in the May Day parade
'Cause I'm only four and grown-ups walk too fast

Yesterday was horrid day, 'cause Raymond kicked my shin
And mummy says if I am good, she'll let me go to school in August
Daddy shouted loud at mummy and I dropped my toast at breakfast
And I laughed when Bonzo licked my face, because it tickled
I wonder why my daddy cries and how I wish that I was nearly five

When I'm five
I will catch a butterfly and eat it and I won't be sick
When I'm five
I will jump in puddles, laugh in church and marry my mum
And I'll let my daddy do the washing-up

If I close one eye, the people on that side can't see me
I get headaches in the morning and I rode on Freddie's tricycle
And everywhere was funny, when I ran down to the sweetshop
Then I fell and bleeded-up my knee and everybody soppied me

I saw a photograph of Jesus and I asked him if he'd make me five
I saw a photograph of Jesus and I asked him if he'd make me five
When I'm five
When I'm five
When I'm oah

Ain't It Crazy
Composer(s): Lightnin' Hopkins
Performer(s): Lightnin' Hopkins; Grateful Dead; Mother McCree's Uptown Jug Champions



Man got the rub on, sister got the rub
They're goin' around doing the rub, the rub
Ain't it crazy, ain't it crazy
Ain't it crazy one day keep on rubbin' that thing

Two old ladies was lying around in bed
One turned over and this is what she said

Mama tell the chicken her body was a duck
Put him on the table with his feet sticking up

Two old ladies playing in the sand, each one wishing the other was a man

Well I see that woman goin behind the hill
I'm gonna find that girl, I'm gonna do my will

Well I feel so good, well I feel so fine
All I gotta do is drink that wine

I say the little old rooster called the little old hen
He said he had no lungs, ain't got no wing

When I'm Dead And Gone
Composer(s): Benny Gallagher; Graham Lyle
Performer(s): McGuinness Flint;
and various other artists



Oh
I love you baby

I love you night and day
When I leave you baby
Don't cry the night away
When I die don't you write
No words upon my tomb
I don't believe
I want to leave no epitaph of doom

Oh
oh
oh
oh

When I'm dead and gone

I want to leave some happy woman
Living on
Oh
oh
oh
oh

When I'm dead and gone

Don't want nobody to mourn
Beside my grave

Old Mama Linda
She's out to get my hide

She's got a shotgun
And her daughter by her side
Hey there Ladies
John son's free
Who's got the love
Who's got enough
To keep a man like me

Oh
oh
oh
oh...

Ain't It Amazing Gracie
Composer(s): Buck Owens - Glen Garrison
Performer(s): Buck Owens



Well, I left my Gracie and I caught a big train
Searchin' for wealth and fame
But every clickety-clack of the railroad track
Seemed to ring out my Gracie's name

Yeah, ain't it amazing Gracie how much that I love you
I've been all over this world
But no other girl ever thrilled me the way that you do
Ain't it amazing how I love you

Now she's not the prettiest girl in the world
I know she's not the smartest one, too
But she's always there and I know she cares
And I know her little heart is true

Yeah, ain't it amazing Gracie how much that I love you
I've been all over this world
But no other girl ever thrilled me the way that you do
Ain't it amazing how I love you

I met a lot of pretty girls where ever I'd go
But none could ever take her place
Cause every time I'd look into their eyes
I keep a seein' my Gracie's face

Yeah, ain't it amazing Gracie how much that I love you
I've been all over this world
But no other girl ever thrilled me the way that you do
Ain't it amazing how I love you

When I'm Cleaning Windows
Composer(s): George Formby; Gifford Cliffe
Performer(s): George Formby; The Brass Pennies; 
Jim MacLeod; Rockin' Berries



I go window cleaning to earn an honest bob
For a nosey parker it's an interesting job
Now it's a job that just suits me, a window cleaner you will be
If you could see what I can see
When I'm cleaning windows

The honeymooning couples too, you should see them bill and coo
You'd be surprised at things they do
When I'm cleaning windows

In my profession I work hard, but I'll never stop
I'll climb this blinking ladder ‘‘til I get right to the top

The blushing bride she looks divine, the bridegroom he is doing fine
I'd rather have his job than mine
When I'm cleaning windows

The chambermaid sweet names I call, it's a wonder I don't fall
My minds not on my work at all
When I'm cleaning windows

I know a fellow such a swell, he has a thirst it's plain to tell
I've seen him drink his bath as well
When I'm cleaning windows

In my profession I work hard, but I'll never stop
I'll climb this blinking ladder ‘til I get right to the top

Pyjamas lying side by side, ladies nighties I have spied
I've often seen what goes inside, when I'm cleaning windows

There's a famous talkie queen, looks a flapper on the screen
She's more like eighty than eighteen
When I'm cleaning windows

She pulls her hair all down behind, then pulls down her, never mind
After that pulls down the blind
When I'm cleaning windows

In my profession I work hard, but I'll never stop
I'll climb this blinking ladder ‘til I get right to the top

At eight o'clock a girl she wakes, at five past eight a bath she takes
When I'm cleaning windows