Managua, Nicaragua
Composer(s): Albert Gamse; Irving Fields
Performer(s): Guy Lombardo
and various other artists



Managua, Nicaragua is a beautiful town
You buy a hacienda for a few pesos down
You give it to the lady you are tryin' to win
But her papa doesn't let you come in

Managua, Nicaragua is a heavenly place
You ask a señorita for a 'leetle' embrace
She answers you, "Caramba! scram-ba bambarito"
In Managua, Nicaragua, that's "No"

I have been to many tropic ports
I might include even Brooklyn
If you're ever feelin' out of sorts
I'd like to recommend a look in...

Managua, Nicaragua, what a wonderful spot
There's coffee and bananas and a temperature hot
So take a trip and on a ship go sailing away
Across the agua to Managua, Nicaragua, olé
Olé, olé
Across the agua to Managua, Nicaragua, olé

Managua, Nicaragua is a beautiful town
You buy a hosienda for a few pesos down
You give it to the lady you are tryin' to win
But her papa doesn't let you come in

Managua, Nicaragua is a heavenly place
You ask a señorita for a 'leetle' embrace
She answers you, "Caramba! scram-ba bambarito"
In Managua, Nicaragua, that's "No"

Every day is made for play and fun
'Cause every day is fiesta
And they work from twelve o'clock to one
Minus an hour for siesta

Managua, Nicaragua, what a wonderful spot
There's coffee and bananas and a temperature hot
So take a trip and on a ship go sailing away
Across the agua to Managua, Nicaragua, olé
Olé, olé
Across the agua to Managua, Nicaragua, olé

15 Times
Performer(s): Gilbert O'Sullivan



Move along, move along, move along
Said the man with the uniform on
Get away, get away, get away
Said the goldfish to the whale
Oh what have I done now
And the goldfish replied you fool
You're too big for me
And I'm too yellow for you

Hurry up, hurry up, hurry up
Said the greyhound to her pup
What a life, what a life, what a life
Said the husband to his wife
Oh Where did we go wrong
And the husband to put it crude
Said you're no fun anymore
And I'm fed up with

You and me and baby makes
3, 4, 5, 6, 7
8, 9, 10 and 11
12, 13, 14, 15 times 44 is 660!

And again, and again, and again
Said the masochist to his friend
What a cheek, what a cheek, what a cheek
Said the hen to the Portuguese
Oh what have we done wrong
And the hen replied you fools
You're too many for me
And I'm too chicken for

You and me and baby makes
3, 4, 5, 6, 7
8, 9, 10 and 11
12, 13, 14, 15 times 44 is 660!

Man With Money
Composer(s): Don Everly; Phil Everly
Originally performed by: The Everly Brothers
Covered by various other artists



She wants a man with lots of money, and I'm a poor boy
He buys her things, she calls him honey, she calls me poor boy
What good does it do to give her love good and true?
When any fool would understand
She thinks money makes a man

She wants a man with lots of money, and I'm a poor boy
She wants the things you buy with money and not a poor boy

Man with money
Man with money
Man with money

Just down the street, I know a place
When they're asleep, I'll cover my face
I'll break the lock, open the door
I'll slip inside, I'll rob the store

Then I'll be a man with lots of money and not a poor boy
I'll buy her things, she'll call me honey and not a poor boy

Man with money
Man with money
Man with money
Man with money
Man with money

157 Riverside Avenue
Composer(s): Neal Doughty
Performer(s): R.E.O. Speedwagon



We flew into town on Sunday
had to find a place by Monday
Tried Bridgeport and Westport
'til we found a place that we thought would do
157 Riverside Avenue

Saugatuck river's flowin', mother nature's colors were showin'
So cold, so rainy, we couldn't help feelin' blue
Not enough time, too many things to do

We met a young girl on Main Street, wanted to just pass her by
She was homely, so lonely, she said, "can I make love to you"
We shouted 157 Riverside Avenue

It's over, miss Lena, we're leaving
Such a pleasant stay, I must say
So nice, so easy, we hate to say goodbye to you
At 157 Riverside Avenue

Män Utan Kvinnor
Composer(s): Ulf Lundell
Performer(s): Ulf Lundell



Vi är män utan kvinnor
Vi är på drift i världen
Vi är allas och ingens vän
och vi dricker ibland
och vi längtar efter nånting
att dö för
Vi längtar efter godsen
Vi längtar efter familjerna
Vi längtar efter mening
här i världen

Vi är män utan kvinnor
Vi sa ett sista ord
och vi ljuger ibland
men vi håller vad vi lovar
Vi är riddare i en värld av 
väderkvarnar
Vi skall aldrig mer gå ner oss
Var och en av oss är hövding nu
Om en av oss faller
tar en annan hans plats

Och stolta skall vi stiga fram
som örnar och som kungar
Och vi skyller inte från oss
lika lite som vi ber om ursäkt

Vi är män utan kvinnor
Vi vill riva Maya-slöjan
Vi vill se bakom viljan
Vi hör bergen till och stigarna
och havet
Vi ska finna vad vi söker
ibland kvinnor utan män
Vi kan aldrig nå varann
men vi är invigda i samma hemlighet
Män utan kvinnor

15e Round
Composer(s): Bernard Lavilliers
Performer(s): Bernard Lavilliers



Faut pas jouer les loubards
Pas casser les portes
Pas rêver qu'un blouson noir
Décupler les forces
Si j'pouvais m'arrêter là
Passer mes gants et mes bras
Autour de son cou fragile
Et rêver que c'est facile
Et rêver que c'est facile

Frappe du gauche! frappe des mains
Avance toujours! avance!
Fais gaffe au contre! serre bien les poings!
Avance toujours! avance!
Rentre le tête! ton crochet droit!
Avance toujours! avance!
T'es un ringard! t'as pas de souffle!
Avance toujours! avance!
T'es pas mobile! et t'es trop lourd!
Avance toujours! avance!
Les coups sonnent! on aime ça!
Avance toujours! avance!
T'es trop vieux et c'est la dernière fois
Qu't'avances toujours! qu't'avances!

J'aimerais revoir ma mère, v'là mon grand qui rentre
Tout petit en plein hiver au chaud dans son ventre
Un petit jardin discret des soucis et des pensées
Tout un monde simplifié et des yeux pour vérifier
Tout un monde simplifié et des yeux pour vérifier

C'est souvent dur à porter toute la violence
Tu peux pas te raconter faire des confidences
Une fois qu'il est sectionné le cordon vital
Tu comprends qu'il faut miser sur tes initiales
Tu comprends qu'il faut miser sur tes initiales

J'ai mal aux mains, j'ai mal aux os
J'avance toujours! j'avance!
J'relève mes poings, j'fais le gros dos
J'avance toujours! j'avance!
Je touche trente sacs pour ce boulot
J'avance toujours! j'avance!
Si j'dormais plus, j'aurais l'tempo
J'avance toujours! j'avance!
Je l'ai touché! ça coule à flot!
J'avance toujours! j'avance!
Il y a du sang plein les carreaux
J'avance toujours! j'avance!
Je vais l'finir! j'aurai sa peau!
J'avance toujours! j'avance!
Crochet au foie! j'suis dans l'sirop!

Je suis un fou, un paumé, j'ai les mains qui tremblent
Je veux bien t'imaginer, une vie ensemble
Je vais rentrer à l'hôtel dans la jungle des poubelles
En passant près du métro j'appellerai son numéro
En passant près du métro j'appellerai son numéro

Mon poids mort sur son divan j'ai le corps qui vibre
Une marée en dedans qui perd l'équilibre
J'ai envie de faire l'amour lentement et en plein jour
Dans une chambre chauffée, habitée, ensoleillé!
Dans une chambre chauffée, habitée, ensoleillé!

Faut pas jouer les loubards
Pas casser les portes
Pas rêver qu'un blouson noir
Décupler les forces
Si j'pouvais m'arrêter là
Passer les gants et mes bras
Autour de son cou fragile
Et rêver que c'est facile
Et rêver que c'est facile

Man Smart (Woman Smarter)
Composer(s): Norman Span
Performer(s): Harry Belafonte
and various other artists



I say let us put man and a woman together
To find out which one is smarter
Some say man but I say no
The woman got the man de day should know

And not me but the people they say
That de man are leading de women astray
But I say, that the women of today
Smarter than the man in every way
That’s right de woman is uh smarter
That’s right de woman is uh smarter
That’s right de woman is uh smarter, that’s right, that’s right

Ever since the world began
Woman was always teaching man
And I you listen to my bid attentively
I goin’ tell you how she smarter than me

Samson was the strongest man long ago
No one could a beat him, as we all know
Until he clash with Deliah on top of the bed
She told them all the strength was in the hair of his head

You meet a girl at a pretty dance
Thinking that you would stand a chance
Take her home, thinking she’s alone
Open de door you find her husband home

I was treating a girl independently
She was making baby for me
When de baby born and I went to see
Eyes was blue it was not by me

Garden of Eden was very nice
Adam never work in Paradise
Eve meet snake, Paradise gone
She make Adam work from that day on

Methusaleh spent all his life in tears
Lived without a woman for 900 years
One day he decided to have some fun
The poor man never lived to see 900 and one

16th Avenue
Composer(s): Tom Schuyler
Performer(s): Janie Fricke & Lacy J. Dalton



From the corners of the country
From the cities and the farms
With years and years of livin'
Tucked up underneath their arms
They walked away from everything
Just to see a dream come true
So, God bless the boys who make the noise
On 16th Avenue

With a million dollar spirit
And an old flat-top guitar
They drive to town with all they own
In a hundred dollar car
`Cause one time someone told them
About a friend of a friend they knew
Who owns, you know, a studio
On 16th Avenue

Now some are born to money
They've never had to say "Survive"
And others swing a nine-pound hammer
Just to stay alive
There's cowboys, drunks and Christians
Mostly white and black and blue
They've all dialed the phone collect to home
From 16th Avenue

Ah, but then one night in some empty room
Where no curtains ever hung
Like a miracle some golden words
Roll off of someone's tongue
And after years of being nothin'
They're all looking right at you
And for a while they'll go in style
On 16th Avenue

Hey, it looks so uneventful
So quiet and discreet
But a lot of lives where changed
Down on that little one-way street
`Cause they walked away from everything
Just to see a dream come true
So, God bless the boys who make the noise
On 16th Avenue

From the corners of the country
From the cities and the farms
With years and years of livin'
Tucked up underneath their arms
They walked away from everything
Just to sing for me and you.........Fade

Man Piaba
Composer(s): Harry Belafonte; Henry Rollins
Performer(s): Harry Belafonte; The Seriously Unserious Trio



When I was a lad of three-foot-three
Certain questions occurred to me
So I asked me father quite seriously
To tell me the story 'bout the bird and bee
He stammered and he stuttered pathetically
And this is what he said to me

He said, "The woman piaba and the man piaba
and the Ton Ton call baka lemon grass
The lily root, gully root, belly root uhmm
And the famous grandy scratch scratch

It was clear as mud but it covered the ground
And the confusion made the brain go 'round
I went and ask a good friend of mine
Known to the world as Albert Einstein
He said "Son, from the beginning of time and creativity
There existed the force of relativity
Pi r square and a minus ten means a routine only when
The solar system in one light year
Make the Hayden planetarium disappear
So if Mt Everest doesn't move
I am positive that it will prove

That the woman piaba and the man piaba
And the Ton Ton call baka lemon grass
The lily root, gully root, belly root uhmm
And the famous grandy scratch scratch

It was clear as mud but it covered the ground
And the confusion made the brain go 'round
I grabbed a boat and went abroad
In Baden Baden asked Sigmund Freud
He said "Son, from your sad face remove the grouch
Put the body down up on the couch
I can see from your frustration a neurotic sublimation
Hey love and hate is psychosomatic 
Your Rorsach shows that you're a peri pathetic
It all started with a broken sibling
In the words of the famous Rudyard Kipling

That the woman piaba and the man piaba
And the Ton Ton call baka lemon grass
The lily root, gully root, belly root uhmm
And the famous grandy scratch scratch

Well I traveled far and I traveled wide
And I don't even have me self a bride
All the great men upon this earth
Have confused me since my birth
I've been over land and been over sea
Trying to find answer 'bout the bird and bee
But now that I am ninety three
I don't give a darn you see

If the woman piaba and the man piaba
And the Ton Ton call baka lemon grass
The lily root, gully root, belly root uhmm
And the famous grandy scratch scratch

17 (Lazy Sod)
Performer(s): The Sex Pistols



You're only 29 got a lot to learn
But when your business (mummy) dies she will not return
we make (like) noise it's our choice it's what we wanna do
we don't care about long hairs I don't wear flares
See my face not a trace no reality
I don't work I just speed that's all I need

I'm a lazy sod
say you're lazy
I'm a lazy sod
I can't even be bothered
Lazy!

Man Overboard
Composer(s): Bob Welch
Performer(s): Bob Welch



Too much too soon, sure was sweet 
Foreign cars soft leather seats 
Foreign prices can't compete 
We can't go back, were in too deep 
Man overboard 
For rich or poor 
They all want more 
We've gone too far, man overboard 
Man overboard 
You can't ignore 
It's so hard core 
We've gone too far, man overboard 
Man get laid off, he can't eat, Vietnam Vet., he can't sleep 
Big Rolls Royce drivin' down the street two sexy blondes in the back seat! 
Man Overboard 
When it rains, it pours 
I vote against 
I don't vote for 
We've gone too far, man overboard 
Man overboard 
No he can't afford 
You've got enough 
But we want more 
He's gone to far, man overboard 
I'm bored over everything I read 
I'm bored over everything on T.V. 
I'm bored over you 
I'm bored over me 
I'm overboard 
Way overboard 
Man overboard! 
Man overboard 
I'm falling overboard 
We'll I'm so bored 
They've gone too far, man overboard 
Man overboard 
It's all their fault 
I've think I gone too far, man overboard

17 Ans
Composer(s): Georges Moustaki
Performer(s): Georges Moustaki



17 ans
Une femme une enfant
Qui ne sait rien encore
Et découvre son corps
Que le soleil enivre
Et que la nuit délivre

17 ans
Un sourire innocent
Et le regard docile
Sous un rideau de cils
Mais une faim de loup
Et une soif de tout

17 ans
Des seins de satin blanc
Semblent narguer le vent
De leur charme insolent

17 ans
Et prendre encore le temps
Le temps de refuser
Le monde organisé
Et faire à l'heure présente
Un aujourd'hui qui chante

17 ans
Et vivre à chaque instant
Ses caprices d'enfant
Ses désirs exigeants

17 ans
J'étais adolescent
Et je le suis encore
En découvrant ton corps
Comme un fruit éclaté
Comme un cri révolté

17 ans déjà

17 ans tu n'as
Que 17 ans
Mon amour
Mon enfant

Man On Your Mind
Composer(s): Glenn Shorrock; Kerryn Tolhurst
Performer(s): Little River Band;
Birtles Shorrock Goble; Beeb Birtles



I can feel it floating away 
Inch by inch, day by day 
Love boat set itself free
Castaway, slipping out to sea

I can feel it coming adrift
Even a blind man could see the rift
From an ocean liner to a Chinese Junk
There ain't been a ship that can't be sunk

I used to dream it could last forever
But pipedreams never come true
I'd be foolin' myself if I never
Thought something like this
Couldn't happen to you

I said baby you've got a man on your mind
You got a weight on your shoulders
How you ever gonna find the words to say goodbye

You don't know just what you got till it's gone
I guess you heard that a lot but it's true
It's not just a game
You can't change your life
By changing your name

It's not something you can hide away 
Sooner or later it starts to show
It's written on your face
You've been betrayed 
Do you really believe that I don't know

I said baby you've got a man on your mind
You got a weight on your shoulders
How you ever gonna find the words to say goodbye
It's already fallen
So it's no use to fight
And if he starts callin'
Let him know you're with me
For the rest of the night 

Ooh I said baby you've got a man on your mind
You got a weight on your shoulders
How you ever gonna find the words to say goodbye

Baby you've got a man on your mind
You got a weight on your shoulders
How you ever gonna find the words to say goodbye

17 Ans
Performer(s): Jean Ferrat



Je l'ai vue je l'ai vue je vous jure un matin
Arrivant en avion de son pays lointain
Aussi fraîche aussi tendre aussi gaie qu'un printemps
Et s'arrêta le temps

Elle avait le teint mat des yeux croissant de lune
Sur ses reins qui dansaient deux longues tresses brunes
Donnaient à sa jeunesse un éclat triomphant
Sous le soleil levant

Elle était à la fois timide et sûre d'elle
Par sa voix ses propos sa grâce naturelle
Rien ne la distinguait des filles de ce temps
Elle avait dix-sept ans

Nulle ombre ne voilait son regard enfantin
Nul regret ne faisait palpiter sa poitrine
Elle avait au combat de sa main douce et fine
Tué dix américains

Man On The Silver Mountain
Composer(s): Ritchie Blackmore; Dio
Performer(s): Rainbow
and various other artists



I'm a wheel, I'm a wheel
I can roll, I can feel
And you can't stop me turning
'Cause I'm the sun, I'm the sun
I can move, I can run
But you'll never stop me burning!
Coming down with fire, to lift my spirit higher
Someone's screaming my name
"Come and make me holy again!"
I'm the man on the silver mountain
I'm the man on the silver mountain
I'm the day, I'm the day
I can show you the way
And look! I'm right beside you!
I'm the night, I'm the night
I'm the dark and the light
With eyes that see inside you
Coming down with fire, to lift my spirit higher
Someone's screaming my name
"Come and make me holy again!"
I'm the man on the silver mountain
I'm the man on the silver mountain

18 Ans Demain
Composer(s): Claude Moine; P. Papadianmandis
Performer(s): Eddy Mitchell



Où qu' tu t'crois?
Où tu vas?
Explique-toi
Tu veux quoi?
Savoir
Si dehors, c'est bien
Avoir
18 ans, demain

Regard' ta mère, elle est inquiète
Prête à pleurer
Le type qui t' guette derrière la fenêtre
Je vais m'le payer
pardonne
J'voulais pas t'blesser
Pardonne
J't'ai jamais parlé

Je n't'ai pas vu grandir
Toi tu m'as vu vieillir... 
Là, j'en fais d'trop
T'es l'début, moi la fin
Et j' n'aurai jamais plus 18 ans demain

Emmène-moi
Où tu vas
C'est miné
J'peux l'prouver
Tu sais
Dehors c'est pas bien
Oui, j'sais
Qu' t'as 18 ans demain

J'suis pas un exemple à citer
J'peux pas prêcher
Mais c'qui t'attend, c'est pas marrant
J'l'ai pas cherché
Pardonne
J'voulais pas t'blesser
Pardonne
J't'ai jamais parlé

Je n't'ai pas vu grandir
Toi tu m'as vu vieillir... 
Là, j'en fais d'trop
T'es l'début, moi la fin
Et j'n'aurai jamais plus 18 ans demain

Je n't'ai pas vu grandir
Toi tu m'as vu vieillir... 
Là, j'en fais d'trop
T'es l'début, moi la fin
Et j'n'aurai jamais plus 18 ans demain

Man On The Corner
Composer(s): Phil Collins
Performer(s): Genesis; Daryl Stuermer



See the lonely man there on the corner
What he's waiting for, I don't know
But he waits everyday now
He's just waiting for something to show

And nobody knows him
And nobody cares
'Cos there's no hiding place
There's no hiding place - for you

Looking everywhere at no one
He sees everything and nothing at all - oh
When he shouts nobody listens
Where he leads no one will go - oh

He's a lonely man, there on the corner
What he's waiting for, I don't know
But he waits everyday now
He's just waiting for something to show - oh

Nobody knows him
And nobody cares
'Cos there's no hiding place
There's no hiding place - for you and me

Are we just like all the rest
We're looking too hard for something he's got
Or moving too fast to rest
But like a monkey on your back you need it
But do you love it enough to leave it - ah

Just like the lonely man there on the corner
What he's waiting for, I don't know - oh
But he waits every day now
He's just waiting for that something to show - oh

Who's the lonely man there on the corner
What he's waiting for, I don't know
But he's there every day now
And he's just waiting for something to show - oh

Who's the lonely man there on the corner
What he's waiting for, I don't know
Oh but he waits every day now
He's just waiting for that something to show

1882
Performer(s): Paul McCartney



Good morning, young master, it's 1882
Your mother is hungry, what will you do?
There is bread in the kitchen of the big house upstairs
But I warn you, don't take it from them

Na na na na, du du, du du, na na du
You'll be tarred, you'll be feathered, you'll be hung like a ham
And I warn you, don't do it, young man

Your mother is calling, she wants you by the bed
So get up, young master, go shake your sleepy head
"Darling son, I am dying, and I leave it to you
I'm leaving, tell me, what did I do?"

Du du du, du du du, du du du, du du du
I'm dying, tell me, what did I do?"

Boy, he steals the bread, now that's enough, and heads for the door
Man, he hears him coming, "Boy, you won't be running no more"
Boy, he gets arrested and the case is tested that day
Judge, he guilty makes him and the jailer takes him away

Du du du du, du du du du du, du du du du
Du du du du, du du du, du du du du du du
Good night to the outlaw, but you want to be free
Good morning, oh, it's late, too late again

Man Of Miracles
Composer(s): Ray Brandle; Dennis DeYoung; James Young
Performer(s): Styx



He was a man of miracles

Fighting the solar windstorm
A winged horse guides his way
Oracle of the ancient midnight
Calls forth everlasting pain

And I know, yes I know
He was a man of miracles
Riding golden meteorites
Ruler of distant galaxies
Born of the northern lights
Of the northern lights

Sorcerer of the dark moon
Who dare incur his rage?
First child of the scorpion
Prophet of the crystal age

And I know, yes I know
He was a man of miracles
Riding golden meteorites
Ruler of distant galaxies
Born of the northern lights
Of the northern lights

He was a man of miracles

1917
Composer(s): David Olney
Performer(s): David Olney; Linda Rondstadt



The strange young man who comes to me
A soldier on a three day spree
Who needs one night's cheap ecstasy
And a woman's arms to hide him
He greets me with a courtly bow
And hides his pain by acting proud
He drinks too much and he laughs too loud
How can I deny him?

Let us dance beneath the moon
I'll sing to you "Claire de Lune'
The morning always comes too soon
But tonight the war is over

He speaks to me in schoolboy French
Of a soldier's life inside a trench
Of the look of death and the ghastly stench
I do my best to please him

He puts two roses in a vase
Two roses sadly out of place
Like the gallant smile on his haggard face
Playfully I tease him

Hold me 'neath the Paris skies
Let's not talk of how or why
Tomorrow's soon enough to die
But tonight the war is over

We make love too hard too fast
He falls asleep, his face a mask
He wakes with the shakes and he drinks from his flask
I put my arms around him

They die in the trenches and they die in the air
In Belgium and France the dead are everywhere
They die so fast there's no time to prepare
A decent grave to surround them

Old world glory, old world fame
The old world's gone, gone up in flames
Nothing will ever be the same
And nothing lasts forever

Oh I'd pray for him but I've forgotten how
And there's nothing, nothing that can save him now
There's always another with the same funny bow
And who am I to deny them