Wot
Composer(s): Ray Burns; Captain Sensible
Originally performed by: Captain Sensible
Covered by: Lismore



When I woke up this morning I was feelin' fine
But this cat starts banging man what a swine
So I called reception but to no avail
That's why I'm telling you this sorry tale
It went bang - I said shut up

It went bang - I said rap up
Well I'm aware that the guy must do his work
But the piledriver man drove me berserk
He said captain
I said wot

He said captain
I said wot

He said captain
I said wot

He said captain
I said wot d'ya want

Once a lifetime
twice a day
If you don't work you get no pay

I been to the east
I been to the west

But the girls I like best are the ones undressed

Well
hello Adam
where you been?
I said a'stand aside 'cause I'm feelin' mean

I've had a gutful of you and I'm feelin' bad
'Cause you're an ugly old pirate and ain't I glad
He said captain
I said wot

He said captain
I said wot

Worte Nur Worte
Titles In Other Languages:
Gebabbel, Gebabbel; Paroles, Paroles; Parole, Parole
Composer(s): Gianni Ferrio; Matteo Chiosso;
Giancarlo Del Re; Hachfeld
Performer(s): Dalida & Friedrich Schutter
(Originally performed by: Alberto Lupo & Mina)
Covered by various other artists



Du bist für mich wie die sonne chérie
Du gibst mir das leben
Nur immer worte nichts als das, das alte lied
Wie soll ich es dir nur erklären
Sag mir nichts mehr
Du bist die göttin der liebe und ich bete dich an
Schon wieder worte schmeichelei rederei
Mein morgen mein gestern
Das ist vorbei
Du bist für immer meine grol3e Liebe
Es ist vorbei der traum zu ende auch
Die erinnerung für uns zwei
Wie schön sie auch sei
Du bist wie der wind der den klang der geigen und 
Den duft der rosen weit mit sich tragt 
Süsse worte leere rederei
Was willst du damit sagen
Schenk sie einer andern, die den wind liebt und rosen und geigen
Die noch nicht weiss, dass es gut ist zu schweigen
zärtliche worte von Liebe und schmerz, sie gehn in mein ohr
Doch nimmer in mein herz

Ein wort noch
Worte, nur Worte, nur Worte
Bitte hör doch
Worte, nur Worte, nur Worte
Alles wird anders
Worte, nur Worte, nur Worte
So glaube mir
Worte, nur Worte, nur Worte, nur Worte
Die worte die du da redest will nicht mal der wind

Es ist mein schicksal bei dir zu bleiben dich zu lieben ... für immer
Immer nur worte nichts als das das alte lied
Könntest du mich nar verstchen
Sag mir nichts mehr
Würdest du mir nur zuhören
Die stimme lügt das wort betrügt es klingt so fahl
Du verfolgst mich im traum
Du bist ein narr
Du tust mir weh was bin ich ohne dich
Nun schweig einmal so halt doch ein
Du redest wie ein wasserfall als wärst du allein
Du bist der himmel der in mein dunkel das helle Licht der sterne trägt

Susse Worte das alte lied
Wenn es dich nicht gäbe, man mül3te dich erfinden

Danke nicht für mich doch bitteschön versuch's bei einer andern
Bei der die sterne auch am himmel tanzen
Zärtliche worte von liebe und schmerz sie gehn in mein ohr
Doch nimmer in mein herz 
Ein Wort noch ein einziges Wort

Worte, nur Worte, nur Worte!
Bitte hör doch
Worte, nur Worte, nur Worte!
Alles wird anders
Worte, nur Worte, nur Worte!
So glaube mir
Worte, nur Worte, nur Worte, nur Worte!
Die Worte, die du da redest, will nicht mal der wind.

Wie bist du schön !
Worte, nur Worte, nar Worte!
Wie bist du schön !
Worte, nur Worte, nur Worte!
Wie bist du schön !
Worte, nur Worte, nur Worte!
Wie bist du schön !
Worte, nur Worte, nur Worte, nur Worte!
Die Worte, die du da redest, will nicht mal der wind

Worry 
Composer(s): Paul Rodgers
Performer(s): Free



If it's the cold black night 
that's eating up your heart 
the cold damp sweat 
keep you and sleep apart 
The ticking clock 
just watching on the table 
the wind that howls 
as much as it is able 

Then worry baby worry 
there's a reason for you to 
there's a silent, deadly message 
in the wind that's meant for you 

And the sleeping streets 
have closed their tired eyes 
The fear that creeps 
Will move & slowly rise 
your beating heart 
will hammer at your breast 
your aching brain 
will cry aloud for rest 

Worry baby worry 
there's a reason for you to 
there's a silent, deadly message 
in the wind that's meant for you 

Worry baby worry 
there's a reason for you to 
there's a silent, deadly message 
in the wind that's meant for you

Worried Life Blues
Performer(s): Bessie Smith & James P. Johnson



I lived a life but nothing I've gained
Each day I'm full of sorrow and pain
No one seems enough for poor me
To give me a word of sympathy
Oh me, oh my
Wonder what will the end be
Oh me, oh my
Wonder what will become of poor me

No father to guide, no mother to care
Must bear my troubles all alone
Not even a brother to help me share
This burden I must bear alone
Oh me, oh my
Wonder what will the end be
Oh me, oh my
Wonder what will become of poor me

I'm sittin' and thinkin' of the days gone by
They fills my heart with pain
I'm too weak to stand and too strong to lie
But I'm forgettin' it all in vain
Oh me, oh my
Wonder what will the end be
Oh me, oh my
Wonder what will become of poor me

I've travelled and wandered almost everywhere
To get a little joy from life
Still I've gained but worries and despair
Still struggling in this world of strife
Oh me, oh my
Wonder what will the end be
Oh me, oh my
Wonder what will become of poor me

Worried
Composer(s): Marty Robbins
Performer(s): Marty Robbins



Worried, yes I'm worried
Because she just told me goodbye
Tell me what on earth am I to do
Worried, yes I'm worried
Because she just walked out on me
Worried, disapointed, sad and blue

I feel just like I wanna die
I know I've got a right to cry
Lovin' her is all I want to do
Worried, yes I'm worried
And I've got a right to be
She means more than this whole wide world to me

I feel just like I wanna die
I know I've got a right to cry
Lovin' her is all I want to do
Worried, yes I'm worried
And I've got a right to be
She means more than this whole wide world to me

Worn Down Piano
Originally performed by: Mark & Clark Band



Each Tuesday morning, they'd all stand in line
the auction would open promptly at nine
The gavel came down on the auctioneer's block
and the bidding began on a grandfather's clock

Next up for bids in the rear of the room
a piano worn down and a bit out of tune.
Who'll start the bidding?, the auctioneer cried
No voices rang out, so just put it aside

Shouts filled the room and the auction went on
when the cries of the crowd were stopped by a song
Everyone turned to the rear of the room
to that worn down piano, a bit out of tune

Oh the days long ago when the crowds came around
to hear that piano ring out with sound
but the crowds have all gone and the symphony's through
and the piano cries out: 'let me play once for you'

A man with a torn coat and a hole in one shoe
sat playing the song that nobody knew
The music rang out and that song filled the room
from that worn down piano, a bit out of tune

Then from the crowd a man shouted a bid
One thousand dollars for that piano I'll give
Two thousand, Three thousand, and the bidding went on
as the man in the torn coat kept playing that song

The bidding grew tense each bid more and more
'til the five thousand figure rang out from the floor
the man in the torn coat just sat there and stared
playing that song as if no-one were there

Oh the days long ago when the crowds came around
to hear that piano ring out with sound
but the crowds have all gone and the symphony's through
and the piano cries out: let me play once for you

The man in the torn coat played as if to say
I too want you, piano but I've nothing to pay
I'd give all I own if you could be mine
but all I can bid is this bottle of wine

The sound of the gavel rang out through the air
the auctioneer cried: Top that bid if you dare
Just give him the piano, maestro play on
but where has the man, in the torn coat gone?

It's a quarter past five and the bidding is done
everything's sold and now leave one by one
The auction is over and left in that room
is that worn down piano, still a bit out of tune

Oh the days long ago when the crowds came around
to hear that piano ring out with sound
but the crowds have all gone and the symphony's through
and the piano cries out: let me once play for you

Worms



Nobody likes me, everybody hates me
Think I'll go and eat worms
Long thin skinny ones
Big fat juicy ones
See how they wriggle and squirm

Bite their heads off
Suck their blood out 
Throw their skins away
Nobody knows how much I thrive 
On worms three times a day

Long thin skinny ones slip down easily
Big fat juicy ones stick
Hold your head back
Squeeze their tail 
And their juice just goes drip, drip

World Turning
Composer(s): Lindsey Buckingham; Christine McVie
Originally performed by: Fleetwood Mac
Covered by various other artists



Everybody's trying to say I'm wrong
I just wanna be back where I belong
world turning......
I gotta get my feet back on the ground
world turning.......
everybody's got me down
maybe I'm wrong, but who's to say what's right?
I need somebody to help me thru the night

World On A String
Composer(s): Neil Young
Originally performed by: Neil Young
Covered by: Nils Lofgren



You know I lose, you know I win
you know I call for the shape I'm in
It's just a game you see me play
only real in the way that I feel from day to day

Although the answer is not unknown
I'm searchin', searchin', and how I've grown
It's not all right to say goodbye
and the world on a string doesn't mean a thing

No, the world on a string doesn't mean a thing
It's only real in the way that I feel from day to day
Day to day

World Of Pain
Composer(s): Gail Collins; Felix Pappalardi
Performer(s): Cream; Masaki Batoh



Outside my window is a tree
Outside my window is a tree
There only for me
And it stands in the gray of the city
No time for pity for the tree or me

There is a world of pain
In the falling rain
Around me

Is there a reason for today?
Is there a reason for today?
Do you remember?
I can hear all the cries of the city
No time for pity for a growing tree

World In Flames
Spanish Title: Mundo En Llamas
Performer(s): Pedro Aznar



When your heart breaks up and you see only darkness
When you no longer have any will or strength to go on
When everything becomes a farce that you don't care to decipher
Sinking in front of a beach
with no lighthouse, no home, no final destination

Walking amidst a thousand faces, between unspoken words
The same doubt in their throats: how did they get here
Everyone carries a shadow that they wish weren't there
The pain that names everyone
worse than loneliness is to lose humanity

How to live in a world in flames
without having your heart turn to ice
How to write a new plot
Feeling that as your life pulses, it lives in me

When we no longer find anything or anyone else to conquer
and our hunger, still dissatisfied, has nothing left to devastate
To tie ourselves to the past, we need only remember
but the future is more cumbersome
and today is the time to think what kind of tomorrow will come

How to live in a world in flames
without having your heart turn to ice
How to write more than just tragedy
Feeling that as my life pulses, it lives in you

World Away From Me 
Composer(s): Woody Guthrie
Performer(s): Arlo Guthrie



I've been keeping on the run
I've been traveling with the sun
I've been singing all my life and getting by
Got to keep up with what's goung on
In this place I've been so long
And I guess I'll just keep singing all my life

And it's so good to come home
To a woman all alone
Forgeting how hnd loneliness can be
She will take me from this world
Then she'll gently take the world away from me

l'll be coming home at night
While the kids are sleeping tight
She'll be lit by firelight and looking fine
And the kids jump out of bed
Hello Daddy, what did you get
Did you think of anything on down the line

She'll be talking with her smile
Saying, honey, wait awhile
The kids have missed you, soon they'll be asleep
She will take me from this world
Then she'll gently take the world away from me

Oh the prophets and the sages
And the wise men through the ages
All that's written down on pages from above
Just can't adequately describe
What I'm feeling here inside
It's just useless to be living without love

And I'll take her by her hand
Just a woman and a man
Without trying to understand what we should be
She will take me from this world
Then she'll gently take the world away from me

World
Composer(s): Barry Gibb; Maurice Gibb; Robin Gibb
Performer(s): Bee Gees



(Chorus) 
Now, I found, that the world is round 
and of course it rains everyday

Living tomorrow, where in the world will I be tomorrow? 
How far am I able to see? 
Or am I needed here? 

(chorus)

If I remember all of the things I have done
I'd remember all of the times I've gone wrong
Why do they keep me here? 

(chorus) 
And (chorus) 
And (chorus) 
And (chorus)

Working On The Road
Composer(s): Alvin Lee
Performer(s): Ten Years After



I've been working on the road about fifteen years
Been blowing my mind, I've been blasting my ears
Don't you know, babe?
I've been sleeping all day and working all night
I made a lot of money, but it don't feel right
Don't you know, babe?

Well, I've seen the world and it's seen me
In a strange kind of way I guess I'm free
Don't you know, babe?
Well, I've seen it bad and I've seen it good
But, now, I want to clear my blood
Don't you know, babe?

I've got a feeling for home
Somewhere that I call my own

Well, I tried to live the way I should
I've shed some tears and sweated blood
Don't you know, babe?
And I think it's time I took a break
'Cause I have took all I can take
Don't you know, babe?

I've got a feeling for home
Somewhere that I call my own
Take me home, babe

Working My Way Back To You
French Title: Te Garder Près De Moi
Composer(s): Sandy Linzer; Denny Randell
Originally performed and made famous by: The Four Seasons
Covered by various other artists



I keep working my way back to you, babe
With a burning love inside
Yeah I'm working my way back to you babe
And a happiness that died
I let it get away
Keep paying every day
When you were so in love with me
I played around like I was free
Thought I could have my cake and eat it too
And how I cried over losing you

See I'm down and out
And I ain't about to go
Living my life without you
Hey every day, I made you cry
I'm begging girl, 'til the day I die

I'll keep working my way back to you, babe
With a burning love inside
Yeah I'm working my way back to you, babe
And a happiness that died
I let it get away
Keep paying every day

I used to love to make you cry
It made me feel like a man inside
If I had been a man in reality
Then you'd be here baby loving me

Now my nights are long
And only a lion could prowl
Girl, I guess we're too slow
Girl, but you're too proud
And you won't give in
But when I think about all I can't win

I'll keep working my way back to you, babe
With a burning love inside
Yeah I'm working my way back to you, babe
And a happiness that died
I let it get away
Keep paying every day

My heart is kind of low
I just gotta get back home

I'm really sorry
For acting that way
I'm really sorry
Ooh, little girl
I'm really sorry
For throwing away our love
Sweet little girl
I'm really sorry
For making you cry
I really need you
Don't you hear me talking to you
Really sorry
For telling you lies
For so long
Oh please

I'll keep working my way back to you, babe
With a burning love inside
Yeah I'm working my way back to you, babe
And a happiness that died

I'll keep working my way back to you, babe
With a burning love inside
Yeah I'm working my way back to you, babe
And a happiness that died

Working, working
I'm really working
Working baby
Can't you see me working ...

Working In The Coal Mine
Composer(s): Lee Dorsey; Allen Toussaint
Originally performed by: Lee Dorsey
Covered by various other artists



Working in the coal mine
Going down down down
Working in the coal mine
Whoop I wanna sit down

Working in the coal mine
Going down down down
Working in the coal mine
Whoop I wanna sit down

Five o'clock in the morning
I'm already up and gone
Lord I'm so tired
How long can this go on

Working in the coal mine
Going down down down
Working in the coal mine
Whoop I wanna sit down

Working in the coal mine
Going down down down
Working in the coal mine
Whoop I wanna sit down

'Cause I work every morning
Hauling coal by the ton,
But when saturday rolls around
I'm too tired to have any fun

Working in the coal mine
Going down down down
Working in the coal mine
Whoop I wanna sit down

Working in the coal mine
Going down down down
Working in the coal mine
Whoop I wanna sit down

Lord, I'm so tired 
How long can this go on?

America Is Waiting
Composer(s): Brian Eno - David Byrne
Performer(s): Brian Eno; David Byrne



America is waiting for a message of some sort or another
Takin' it again 
Again! Again! 
Takin' it again
Well now... no, no... now, we ought to be mad at the government not mad at the people
Takin' it again 
Again! Again! 
Takin' it again
I mean, yeah, well... wha-what're ya gonna do? 
America is waiting for a message of some sort or another 
No will whatsoever 
No will whatsoever! 
Absolutely no honor
No will whatsoever 
No will whatsoever! 
Absolutely no integrity
No will whatsoever 
No will whatsoever! 
I haven't seen any any any citizen over there stand up and say "Hey, just a second" 
No will whatsoever 
No will whatsoever! 
I mean, yeah, so... wha-what're ya gonna do?
America is waiting for a message of some sort or another

Working For The Weekend
Composer(s): Paul Dean; Matthew Frenette; Mike Reno
Performer(s): Loverboy;
Josh Gracin; Hit Crew



Everyone's watching, to see what you will do
Everyone's looking at you, oh
Everyone's wondering, will you come out tonight
Everyone's trying to get it right, get it right

Everybody's working for the weekend
Everybody wants a little romance
Everybody's goin' off the deep end
Everybody needs a second chance, oh
You want a piece of my heart
You better start from start
You wanna be in the show
Come on baby lets go

Everyone's looking to see if it was you
Everyone wants you to come through
Everyone's hoping it'll all work out
Everyone's waiting they're holding out

Everybody's working for the weekend
Everybody wants a little romance
Everybody's goin' off the deep end
Everybody needs a second chance, oh
You want a piece of my heart
You better start from start
You wanna be in the show
Come on baby lets go

You want a piece of my heart
You better start from start
You wanna be in the show
Come on baby lets go

You want a piece of my heart
You better start from start
You wanna be in the show
Come on baby lets go

America Drinks and Goes Home
Composer(s): Frank Zappa
First release by: The Mothers of Invention - 1967



(Here's a special request)
(Hope you enjoy it)

I tired to find How my heart
could be so blind
Dear
How could I be fooled just like the rest
You came on strong with your
Fast car and your class ring
Sad eyes and your ... ...
I fell for the whole thing
I don't regret for having met
Up with a girl who Breaks hearts
Like they were nothing at all
I've done it too
Now I know just what it feels like
And just like I said I have no regrets

Well it's about time to close...
I hope you've had as
much fun as we have!
Don't forget the jam session Sunday!...
Mandy Tension will be by
playing his xylophone 
troupe!
It'll be a lot of fun!
Monday night is the Dance
Contest Night...
Twist Contest!...
We give away ah...
peanut butter and jelly!...
There'll be sandwiches for all of you...
I hope we've played your requests...
the songs you like to hear...
Last call for alcohol!...
Drink it up folks...
Wonderful!...
Nice to see you Bob, how's it going?
How's your kids?...
Wonderful!...
Nice to see you, yes...
Oh, Bill Bailey?...
Ah we'll get to that to- morrow night...
Caravan with a drum solo?...
right!...
We'll do that!...
Wonderful!...
Nice to see you again!...
Yeah!...la, la, la...
Down at the Pompadour A-Go-Go!!...
Vo-do-de-oo-pee-pee...
Shoobe-doot 'n-dadada, ada-da-dahhh ...
Nya-da-da, nya-da-da...
'nite all!...

Working Class Hero
Composer(s): John Lennon
Originally performed by: John Lennon
Covered by various other artists



As soon as you're born, they make you feel small
By giving you no time instead of it all
Til the pain is so big you feel nothing at all

A working class hero is something to be
A working class hero is something to be

They hurt you at home, and they hit you at school
They hate you if you're clever and they despise a fool
Til you're so f***ing crazy you can't follow their rules

A working class hero is something to be
A working class hero is something to be

When they tortured and scared you for 20 odd years
Then they expect you to pick a career
When you can't really function you're so full of fear

A working class hero is something to be
A working class hero is something to be

Keep you doped with religion, and sex, and TV
And you think you're so clever and classless and free
But you're still f***ing peasants as far as I can see

A working class hero is something to be
A working class hero is something to be

There's room at the top, they are telling you still
But first you must learn how to smile as you kill
If you want to be like the folks on the hill

A working class hero is something to be
A working class hero is something to be

If you want to be a hero, well just follow me
If you want to be a hero, well just follow me