Armed & Extremely Dangerous
Composer(s): Allan Felder - Norman Harris
Performer(s): First Choice



Calling all cars... calling all cars
Be on the lookout for Dangerous Dan... 
This man is wanted by the F.B.I. - 10-4 

Said he's dangerous, armed and extremely dangerous 

The day he walked into my life he caught me with my guard down 
Don't let him talk his sweet talk on ya 
'Cause I've hit on the bait that he threw and I got hooked
Don't let it happen to you 

Said he's dangerous, armed and extremely dangerous 
Said he's dangerous, armed and extremely dangerous 

The day I came into his charms who would think that he would succeed 
 
Then go on his way leaving me here with another mouth to feed 
So girls if you see him, you might think that you need him 
He might look like the average guy, but he's wanted by the F.B.I. 

Said he's dangerous, armed and extremely dangerous 
Said he's dangerous, armed and extremely dangerous 

Said he's dangerous 
Oh, hell do it - bleed the life from me 
Said he's dangerous 
He don't care for nobody but his self 

Said he's dangerous, armed and extremely dangerous 
Said he's dangerous, armed and extremely dangerous 

Look out girls, he might be 
Walkin' the streets right now 
Said he's dangerous, extremely dangerous

Dirty Water
((Dutch Version: Vuil Water (De Kreuners) - 1984))
Composer(s): Ed Cobb
First release by: The Standells - 1966
Covered by multiple other artists



I'm gonna tell you a story
I'm gonna tell you about my town
I'm gonna tell you a big bad story, baby
Aww, it's all about my town

Yeah, down by the river
Down by the banks of the river Charles (aw, that's what's happenin' baby)
That's where you'll find me
Along with lovers, muggers, and thieves (aw, but they're cool people)
Well I love that dirty water
Oh, Boston, you're my home (oh, you're the Number One place)
Frustrated women (I mean they're frustrated)
Have to be in by twelve o'clock (oh, that's a shame)
But I'm wishin' and a-hopin, oh
That just once those doors weren't locked (I like to save time for
my baby to walk around)
Well I love that dirty water
Oh, Boston, you're my home (oh, yeah)

Because I love that dirty water
Oh, oh, Boston, you're my home (oh, yeah)

Well, I love that dirty water (I love it, baby)
I love that dirty water (I love Baw-stun)
I love that dirty water (Have you heard about the Strangler?)
I love that dirty water (I'm the man, I'm the man)
I love that dirty water (Owww!)
I love that dirty water (Come on, come on)

Armchair Quarterback
Composer(s): B. Russell
Performer(s): Ray Stevens



Well, the season's finally here and the players hit the field 
and every man feels like a boy and every wife could kill
He's been buying beer since August
Running hot and running cold and thirty friends are on alert...
that's all the den will hold!

He's the Armchair Quarterback he's full of beer and full of snacks
The all-american man, with a cool one in his hand 
The Armchair Quarterback he's kind of fun and kind of fat 
The all-american man, with a cool one in his hand

Now if you stand and block the screen you may just lose your life 
and that goes for all thirty friends and the thirty friends' wives 
Then the den falls silent we just need a yard or two 
They wouldn't change that channel now if the Rockett's came on nude 
The announcer agrees with the referee but the den does not at all 
And thirty fists are clinched in hate and pound upon the wall 
Why any fool could see he made that first down when he dived! 
If Howard Cosell came in now he'd never get out alive

'Cause he's the Armchair Quarterback he's full of beer and full of snacks 
The all-american man, with a cool one in his hand

The wives are all disgusted and they're meeting in the yard 
on their way to wear the numbers off our credit cards (shop, shop, shop)

He's got his six year old son, Billy, sittin' on the floor 
Watching college wrap-up and writing down the scores 
There stands uncle Andy bending empty cans 
"for god sakes, Andy, get that cool one out of Billy's hand!" 
Well, what do you know it's half time where's the bathroom tell me please 
Don't go outside 'cause the neighbors dog bites everything he sees

Well if they make it through the Super Bowl well she'll be happy then 
'cause she'll get back her TV and he'll give up the den 
He'll be tired and incoherent and he will not know his name 
But he'll lift one eyelid just to say: "wake me up for the ol' score game!" 
with a cool one in his hand

Broken pretzles in the rug 
The beer cans could be worse 
She'll clean it up tomorrow and dread September first when once again...ha ha...

The season's finally here and the players hit the field 
And every man feels like a boy and every wife could kill 
He's been buying beer since August running hot and running cold 
And thirty friends are on alert...that's all the den will hold

He's the Armchair Quarterback he's full of beer and full of snacks 
The all-american man, with a cool one in his hand 
Yeah, the Armchair Quarterback he's kind of fun and kind of fat 
The all-american man, with a cool one in his hand

(repeat)

Dirty Old Town
((French Version: Foutue Vieille Ville (Jo Lemaire) - 1994))
Composer(s): Ewan McColl
First performance by: Ewan McColl - 1949
Covered by multiple other artists



Found my love by the gaswork croft
Dreamed a dream by the old canal
Kissed my girl by the factory wall
Dirty old town, dirty old town

I heard a siren from the dock
Saw a train set the night on fire
Smelled the spring on the sulfured wind
Dirty old town, whoa-oh, dirty old town

We're goin' to take a good sharp axe
Shining steel tempered in the fire
And we'll chop you down like an old dead tree
Dirty old town, dirty old town
Dirty old town, whoa-oh, dirty old town

And oh we'll chop you down
Oh, dirty, dirty, dirty old town
Dirty old town, dirty old town
And oh whoa-oh dirty old town
Chop you down one of these days

Arlequin
Composer(s): Jacques Plante - Claude Carrère
Performer(s): Sheila



Avec des camarades ardentes et passionnées
Un jour sur une estrade notre théatre est né
Accessoires de fortune, décors improvisés
Tout fut prétexte à se déguiser et par bonheur moi j'ai reçu
De tous les rôles celui qui me plaisait le plus

En habits d'Alequin on peut faire le diable
Jouer des tours pendables aux autres comédiens
En habits d'Arlequin on fait mille farces
En riant sous son masque car on ne risque rien

Nous partons en voyage à travers le pays
De villages en villages nous jouons la comédie
Dans cette vie errante nous ressentons souvent
Bien des moments de découragement
Mais je retrouve ma bonne humeur
Dès que j'avance dans le halot des projecteurs

En habits d'Alequin on peut faire le diable
Jouer des tours pendables aux autres comédiens
En habits d'Arlequin on fait mille farces
En riant sous son masque car on ne risque rien

Un peu de rêve et beaucoup de ferveur
Voilà notre compagnie d'amateurs
A notre répertoire sont toujours les bienvenus
Les chefs-d'œuvre notoires comme les pièces inconnues
Et j'avoue Molière, Racine ou Marivaux
Nous donne chaque soir des plaisirs nouveaux
Mais j'ai toujours un petit regret
Pour le personnage que mon cœur préfère en secret

En habits d'Alequin on peut faire le diable
Jouer des tours pendables aux autres comédiens
En habits d'Arlequin on fait mille farces
En riant sous son masque car on ne risque rien

Entouré de legende, il cache une âme tendre
Tout le monde s'y laisse prendre
Moi j'aime bien Arlequin!

Dirty Old Man
Composer(s): Leon Huff - Kenny Gamble
Performer(s): The Three Degrees



Dirty - you're a dirty ol' man
You can't keep your hands to yourself
You're a dirty ol' man
Go mess around with somebody else

That I've done told you
You can look but please don't touch
'Cause you don't understand what I mean
Can't you see I'm not old enough
You say that ain't, ain't nothing but a number - number
You're much too experienced for me
Ooh, all you wanna do is take my love
All you want is another victory

You dirty ol' man, you can't keep your hands to yourself
You're a dirty ol' man, go mess around with somebody else

Next time you see me
You can speak but please don't stuck
'Cause I believed every word you said
And here I am with a broken heart
Don't run your game down, don't waste it on me, no, no, no, no, no
'Cause you're a married man and I'm still free
Ooh, all you wanna do is take my love
All you want is another victory

You dirty ol' man, you can't keep your hands to yourself
Dirty ol' man, go mess around with somebody else
Dirty, dirty, dirty ol' man - yeah
A dirty, dirty, dirty ol' man - yeah...

Arkansas
Composer(s): Damon Black
Performer(s): Wilburn Brothers
and multiple other artists



Oh, the bram' bush took the cabin I was born in
And the browry claimed the fields I used to plow
There's a yearnin' in my heart to be going
To that forty acre patch got sewed in sprouts

Arkansas, are your rivers still flowin'
Is your cotton growin', white as snow
Are the squirrels still a barkin'
Up on old Crody's Ridge
Has the girl I been sparkin'
Gone and burned another bridge
Arkansas

I have known the troubles
I was born to know
I have wanted things
A poor man's born to want

And in all my dreams and mem'ries
I go runnin'
Through the fields of Arkansas
From which I sprung

Arkansas, are your rivers still flowin'
Is your cotton growin', white as snow
Do the young men still piddle
With the thought of growin' rich
And slowly turn to old folks
Sittin' whittle'in on a stick
Arkansas

Arkansas

Dirty Old Egg Sucking Dog
Composer(s): Jack Clement
Performer(s): Johnny Cash
and multiple other artists



Well he's not very handsome to look at 
Oh he's shaggy and he eats like a hog 
And he's always killin' my chickens 
That dirty old egg-suckin' dog 

Egg-suckin' dog 
I'm gonna stomp your head in the ground 
If you don't stay out of my hen house 
You dirty old egg-suckin' hound 

Now if he don't stop eatin' my eggs up 
Though I'm not a real bad guy 
I'm gonna get my riffle and send him 
To that great chicken house in the sky 

Egg-suckin' dog 
Your always hangin' around 
But you'd better stay out of my hen house 
You dirty old egg-suckin' hound

Arizona
Performer(s): Mark Lindsay



She must belong to San Francisco 
She must've lost her way 
Posting a poster of Poncho and Cisco one California day 
She says she believes in Robin Hood and brotherhood 
And colours of green and grey 
And all you can do is laugh at her 
Doesn't anybody know how to pray? 

Arizona, take off your rainbow shades 
Arizona, have another look at the world, my, my 
Arizona, cut off your Indian braids 
Arizona, hey won't you go my way? 
Mmm, Strip off your pride 
You're acting like a teeny-bopper run away child 
And scrape off the paint from the face of a little town saint 

Arizona, take off your hobo shoes 
Arizona, hey won't you go my way?  

Follow me up to San Francisco 
I will be guide, your way 
I'll be the Count of Monte Christo 
You'll be the Countess May 
And you can believe in Robin Hood and brotherhood 
And rolling the ball in the hay 
And I will be reading you an Aesop´s fable 
Anything to make you stay 

Arizona, take off your rainbow shades 
Arizona, have another look at the world, my, my 
Arizona, cut off your Indian braids 
Arizona, hey won't you go my way? 
Hey, Arizona, take off your hobo shoes 
Arizona, have another look at the world, my, my 
Arizona, get off your eight ball blues 
Arizona, hey won't you go my way? 
Come on, Arizona; take off your rainbow shades ...

Dirty No-Gooder's Blues
Composer(s): Bessie Smith
Performer(s): Bessie Smith



Did you ever fall in love with a man that was no good?
Did you ever fall in love with a man that was no good?
No matter what you did for him, he never understood

The meanest thing he could say would thrill you through and through
The meanest thing he could say would thrill you through and through
And there wasn't nothin' too dirty for that man to do

He'd treat you nice and kind till he win your heart and hand
He'd treat you nice and kind till he win your heart and hand
Then he git so cruel that man, you just could not stand

Lawd, I really don't think no man's love can last
Lawd, I don't think no man's love can last
They'll love you to death then treat you like a thing of the past

There's nineteen men livin' in my neighborhood
There's nineteen men livin' in my neighborhood
Eighteen of them are fools and the one ain't no doggone good

Lawd, Lawd, Lawd, Lawd, Lawd, Lawd, Lawd
Lawd, Lawd, Lawd, Lawd, Lawd
That dirty no-good man treats me just like I'm a dog

Goodbye Sam, Hello Samantha
((Danish Version: Tæl Til Ti (by Keld Heick) - 1970))
Composer(s): Geoff Stephens - Mitch Murray - Peter Callander
First release by: Cliff Richard - 1970



Goodbye Sam hello Samantha
Goodbye Sam hello Samantha
Sam, I'm leavin' the gang
so don't come around for me on Sunday
Joe, I want you to know
I'll have to skip the game on Monday
Had a whole lot of fun
but now the time has come
I need the sweet touch of a woman's love
Goodbye Sam hello Samantha
goodbye Joe hello Joanne
suddenly need a new kind of company
someone to love me
Goodbye Sam hello Samantha
goodbye Lou hello Louise
From today there'll be new games
for me to play
So good luck and goodbye Sam
Guys you ought-a get wise
there's more to the world than pool and fishin'
easy ridin' is fine
but look around see what you're missin'
girls are waitin' in line
and now has come the time
I'm goin' out and I'm gonna get me some
Goodbye Sam hello Samantha
goodbye Joe hello Joanne
suddenly need a new kind of company
someone to love me
Goodbye Sam hello Samantha
goodbye Lou hello Louise
From today there'll be new games
for me to play
So good luck and goodbye Sam

Dirty Love
Composer(s): Frank Zappa
First release by: The Mothers - 1973



Give me
Your dirty love
Like you might surrender
To some dragon in your dreams

Give me
Your dirty love
Like a pink donation
To the dragon in your dreams

I don't need your sweet devotion
An' I don't want your cheap emotion
Whip me up some dragon lotion
For your dirty love
Your dirty love

Give me
Your dirty love
Like some tacky little pamphlet
In your daddy's bottom drawer

Give me
Your dirty love
I don't believe you never seen
His book before

I don't need no consolation
I don't want your reservation
I only got one destination
An' that's your dirty love
Your dirty love

Give me
Your dirty love
Just like your mama
Make her fuzzy poodle do
(Oh, Frenchie . . . )

Give me
Your dirty love
The way your mama
Make that nasty poodle chew

I'll ignore your cheap aroma
And your little-bo-peep diploma
I'll just put you in a coma
With some dirty love
Some dirty love
That dirty love
That dirty love

The poodle bites!
(Come on, Frenchie)
The poodle chews it!
(Snap it!)
The poodle bites!
(Come on, Frenchie)
The poodle chews it!
(Snap it!)
The poodle bites!
(Come on, Frenchie)
The poodle chews it!
(Snap it!)
The poodle bites!
(Come on, Frenchie)
The poodle chews it!
(Not a speck of cereal!)
The poodle bites!
(Come on, Frenchie)
The poodle chews it!
(Nothing but the best for my dog!)
The poodle bites!
(Come on, Frenchie)
The poodle chews it!
(Come on!)
The poodle bites!
(Come on, Frenchie)
The poodle chews it!
(Little paws sticking up!)
The poodle bites!
(Little curly hairs!)
The poodle chews it!
(Little curly hairs!)

Arizona
((Adapted from: Arizona (by Family Dogg) - 1969))
Composer(s): Kenny Young - Yves Dessca
Performer(s): Eddy Mitchell - 1970



Du Michigan à San Francisco
Je suis recherché
De jour en jour le prix de ma peau
Ne cesse de grimper
Je n'ai plus d'amis, j'ai n'ai plus même un frère
Qui puisse encore me cacher
Pourtant si le ciel veut bien m'aider
Avant la nuit je serai sauvé

Arizona
C'est ma dernière chance
L'Arizona
Je n'y suis pas encore interdit
Arizona
C'est ma dernière chance
L'Arizona
De recommencer ma vie

Dans chaque ville, à chaque rue
Mon nom couvre les murs
Et sous le soleil,
Chaque pas se fait un peu plus dur

Arizona
C'est ma dernière chance
L'Arizona
De recommencer ma vie

J'aurais planté tout près de l'eau
Une maison blanche
Ou bien je dresserais des chevaux
Si j'achète un ranch
Ce rêve de paix j'ai bien peur qu'il ne soit jamais, jamais réalité
Mais si Dieu veut m'accompagner
Demain je serai sauvé

Arizona
C'est ma dernière chance
L'Arizona
Je n'y suis pas encore interdit
Arizona
C'est ma dernière chance
L'Arizona
De recommencer ma vie

Arizona
C'est ma dernière chance
L'Arizona
Je n'y suis pas encore interdit

Dirty Little Tinker
Composer(s): Harry Hemsley
Performer(s): Harry Hemsley



Some children, they're as good as gold and never cause alarm
They always do just as they're told and never come to harm
They never litter up the place and never soil their clothes
So call them "Lamb" and "Angel Face", to please them, I suppose

Dirty little tinker, dirty little mite
That's what Daddy calls me, that's the name I like!
Inky clothes and fingers, face all smeared with jam
Dirty little tinker, an' (giggles) I'm very glad I am!

Daddy: Hello Johnny
Johnny: Hello Daddy
Daddy: Good gracious, look at your dirty hand
I've never seen a dirtier one
Johnny: Well look at this one then!
Daddy: Did you wash this morning?
Johnny: Yes Daddy
Daddy: Don't believe you
Johnny: Ooh, you ought to see the towel!
Daddy: You dirty little tinker!

Most children when there's visitors are taught to be polite
But when one calls upon my Dad, they tuck me out of sight
I have to mind my p's and q's on 'casions such as these
'Cause Nurse says Daddy won't excuse a boy with dirty knees

Dirty little tinker, dirty little mite
That's what Daddy calls me, that's the name I like!
Inky clothes and fingers, face all smeared with jam
Dirty little tinker, an' (giggles) I'm very glad I am!

Dirty little muck-pot, dirty little tyke
That's what Daddy calls me, that's the name I like!
Never calls me "Sonny boy", Nurse says it's a shame
Dirty little mucky pup, (giggles), but he loves me just the same!
 
								

Are You Tired Of Me Darling
Composer(s): G.P. Cook - Ralph Roland
Performer(s): Nanci Griffith



Are you tired of me my darling?
Did you mean those words you said?
That made me yours forever
Since the day when we were wed

And tell me, would you live life over
Could you make another wife
Are you tired of me my darling?
Answer only with your eyes

Do you ever rue the springtime
When we first each other met?
How we spoke in warm affection
Words my heart can ne'er forget

And tell me, would you live life over
Could you make another wife
Are you tired of me my darling?
Answer only with your eyes

Do you think the blooms departed
From the cheeks you thought so fair?
Do you think I've grown cold hearted
Beneath the load of woman's cares?

And tell me, would you live life over
Could you make another wife
Are you tired of me my darling?
Answer only with your eyes

And tell me, would you live life over
Could you make another wife
Are you tired of me my darling?
Answer only with your eyes

Dirty Laundry
Composer(s): Don Henley - Daniel Kortchmar
First release by: Don Henley - 1982
Covered by multiple other artists



I make my living off the evening news
Just give me something-something I can use
People love it when you lose
They love dirty laundry

Well, I coulda been an actor, but I wound up here
I just have to look good, I don’t have to be clear
Come and whisper in my ear
Give us dirty laundry

Kick ’em when they’re up
Kick ’em when they’re down
Kick ’em when they’re up
Kick ’em when they’re down
Kick ’em when they’re up
Kick ’em when they’re down
Kick ’em when they’re up
Kick ’em all around

We got the bubble-headed-bleach-blonde who
Comes on at five
She can tell you ’bout the plane crash with a gleam
In her eye
It’s interesting when people die
Give us dirty laundry

Can we film the operation?
Is the head dead yet?
You know, the boys in the newsroom got a
Running bet
Get the widow on the set!
We need dirty laundry

You don’t really need to find out what’s going on
You don’t really want to know just how far it’s gone
Just leave well enough alone
Eat your dirty laundry

Kick ’em when they’re up
Kick ’em when they’re down
Kick ’em when they’re up
Kick ’em when they’re down

Kick ’em when they’re up
Kick ’em when they’re down
Kick ’em when they’re stiff
Kick ’em all around

Dirty little secrets
Dirty little lies
We got our dirty little fingers in everybody’s pie
We love to cut you down to size
We love dirty laundry

We can do the innuendo
We can dance and sing
When it’s said and done we haven’t told you a thing
We all know that crap is king
Give us dirty laundry!

Think Of Me ((aka Think of Me (When You're Lonely) (The Mavericks) - 1999))
Composer(s): Don Rich - Estella Olsson
First recording/First release by: Buck Owens and The Buckaroos - 1966



Think of me when you're lonely
Think of me when you're blue
Think of me when you're far away
For I'll be thinking of you

Remember all the good times
We shared in days gone by
Remember all the sadness
The day you said goodbye

Think of me when you're lonely
Think of me when you're blue
Think of me when you're far away
For I'll be thinking of you

You said that you were leavin'
But you wouldn't be gone too long
With each new day I hope and pray
That you'll come travellin' home

Think of me when you're lonely
Think of me when you're blue
Think of me when you're far away
For I'll be thinking of you

I watch the mailman come
I listen for the phone
I meet the trains at the station
But I spend my nights alone
Now the waiting is over
And the time has set the scene
Yes, God meant me for only you
And he meant you for me

Think of me when you're lonely
Think of me when you're blue
Think of me when you're far away
For I'll be thinking of you
For I'll be thinking of you

Dirty Hands! Dirty Face!
Composer(s): Grant Clarke - Al Jolson - Edgar Leslie - James V. Monaco
Performer(s): Marion Harris
and multiple other artists



Wonderful pals are always hard to find
Some folks have one, some folks have none
And I was alone for years, but fate was kind
And in the end, sent me a friend
Although he's not much higher than my knee
Still he's the greatest thing on earth to me

Dirty hands, dirty face
Leads the neighbours a chase
But his smile is as cute as can be
Making noise, breaking toys
He's always fighting the boys
But his eyes, they're a vision to see

And when my work is done
Coming home from the setting sun
To the gate he will start to run
And then I'll kiss my boy

Dirty hands, dirty face
Little devil, that's what they say
But to me he's an angel of joy

Dirty hands, dirty face
Leads the neighbours a chase
But his smile, his little smile, is as cute as can be
Making noise, breaking toys, Ha-ha-ha
He's always fighting the boys
But his eyes, they're his Mother's
And they're a vision to me

And when my work is done
Coming home, coming home to the setting sun
From the gate he'll start to run
And then, Ohhh! I'll kiss my boy

Dirty hands, dirty face
Little devil, that's what they say
But to me he's an angel of joy

Are You There (With Another Girl)? 
Composer(s): Burt Bacharach - Hal David
First release by: Dionne Warwick - 1965
Covered by multiple other artists



I hear the music coming out of your radio
Are you there with another girl instead of me
I hear your laughter and there's something I've got to know
Are you there with another girl instead of me

Well, I'm standing on your doorstep and I don't know what to do
Should I ring your doorbell or just walk away
My friends all say that you were never true
Hiding in the shadows

I see two silhouettes in back of your window shade
Are you there with another girl when I am gone
I can't believe you'd break the promises that you made
If you're there with another girl, I can't go on

Oh, I only know I love you and I couldn't say goodbye
So if there's another I don't want to know
If you should go, oh, I would surely die
Love requires faith, I've got a lot of faith but

I hear the music coming' out of your radio

Oh, I only know I love you and I couldn't say goodbye
So if there's another I don't want to know
If you should go, oh, I would surely die
You would never leave me, hurt me or deceive me
I'm a fool to doubt you, worry so about you
Love requires faith, I've got a lot in me but

I hear the music coming out of your radio

Dirty Dishes Blues
Composer(s): Gene Masters
Performer(s): Lonesome Pine Fiddlers



I come in this morning a quarter past eight
Expecting her nagging for getting home late
But she didn't scold me or tell me it's wrong
For I didn't see her, my sweetheart was gone

Dirty dishes, dirty dishes, I'm losing my mind
My baby done left me and traveled behind
And now I'm so lonely, and lonely I'll be
With no one to wash all my dishes for me

A note on the table and here's how it read
Now, you've been cheatin', that's all that she said
I just stood there bawling, the tears were in vain
For now I know she'll never believe me again

Dirty dishes, dirty dishes, I'm losing my mind
My baby done left me and traveled behind
And now I'm so lonely, and lonely I'll be
With no one to wash all my dishes for me

Now I never cheated, believe me it's true
Or broken a promise that I made to you
You'll never know just how happy I'll be
If you will come back and wash dishes for me

Dirty dishes, dirty dishes, I'm losing my mind
My baby done left me and traveled behind
And now I'm so lonely, and lonely I'll be
With no one to wash all my dishes for me