Little Brown Gal
(Adapted from: It's Just A Little Brown Gal In A Little Grass Skirt In A Little Grass Shack In Hawaii)
Composer(s): Don McDiarmid - Lee Wood - Johnny Noble
Performer(s): Ray Noble & His Orch.
and multiple other artists



It's not the islands fair that are calling to me 
It's not the balmy air nor the tropical sea 
It's a little brown gal in a little grass skirt 
In a little grass shack in Hawaii 

It isn't Waikiki or Kamehameha's pali 
Not the beach boys free with their hoomalimali 
It's a little brown gal in a little grass skirt 
In a little grass shack in Hawaii 

Through that island wonderland 
She's broken all the kanes' hearts 
It's not hard to understand 
For that wahine is a gal of parts 

I'll be leaving soon but the thrill I enjoy 
Is not the island moon nor the fish and the poi 
It's just a little brown gal in a little grass skirt 
In a little grass shack in Hawaii 

Mailman, Bring Me No More Blues
Composer(s): Stanley Clayton; Bob Thiele
Performer(s): The Beatles



She wrote me only one sad night
told me she's no longer mine
Sue, sue mailman, that will do for sometime

Mailman, bring me no more blues
Mailman, bring me no more blues
One more heartache is all I can use 

Mailman, bring me no more blues
Mailman, bring me no more blues

Little Boy, How Old Are You?
Composer(s): Leadbelly
Performer(s): Leadbelly



Little boy, how old are you?
Little boy, how old are you?
Little boy, how old are you?

I'm only three years old
Who told you so?
My mama told me says

Little boy, how old are you?
Little boy, how old are you?
Little boy, how old are you?

What your mama say?
My mama tell me, too

Little boy, how old are you?
Little boy, how old are you?
Little boy, how old are you?

How'd you know it, keep up with it so long?
`Cause I never did forget it my age was
I'm only three years old, my mama told me
Only three years old, my papa told me
Only three years old

Mail Myself To You
Composer(s): Woody Guthrie
Performer(s): Woody & Arlo Guthrie
and various other artists



I'm a-gonna wrap myself in paper
I'm gonna daub myself with glue
Stick some stamps on top of my head
I'm gonna mail myself to you

I'm a gonna tie me up in a red string
I'm gonna tie blue ribbons too
I'm a-gonna climb up in my mail box
I'm gonna mail myself to you

When you see me in your mail box
Cut the string and let me out
Wash the glue off my fingers
Stick some bubble gum in my mouth

Take me out of my wrapping paper
Wash the stamps off my head
Pour me full of ice cream sodies
Put me in my nice warm bed

Little Boy Sad
Composer(s): Wayne Walker
First release by: Johnny Burnette - 1961
Covered by multiple other artists



You've been lying, been untrue
Now they call me little boy blue
Someday baby, you're gonna find
Nobody in the world's gonna give you loving as sweet as mine

You've been cheating, doing me bad
Now they call me little boy sad
Someday baby, you're gonna see
Nobody in the world's gonna give you loving as sweet as me

Little boy blue, that's my name (that's my name)
Little boy sad, you're to blame (you're to blame)

You've sneaking, doing me dirt
Now they call me little boy hurt
Someday baby, you're gonna find
Nobody in the world's gonna give you loving as sweet as mine

Little boy blue, that's my name (that's my name)
Little boy sad, you're to blame (you're to blame)

You've sneaking, doing me dirt
Now they call me little boy hurt
Someday baby, you're gonna find
Nobody in the world's gonna give you loving as sweet as mine
Nobody in the world's gonna give you loving as sweet as mine
Nobody in the world's gonna give you loving as sweet as mine ...

Maids When You're Young
(Traditional)
Performer(s): Tom Donovan



An old man came courting me, hey ding a doorum dah
An old man came courting me, me being young
An old man came courting me, all for his wife to be
Maids when you're young never wed an old man

Chorus:

For he's got no faloo doo rum, fal diddle oo doo rum
He's got no faloo doo rum, fal diddle day
He's got no faloo doo rum, lost his ding doo reeum
Maids when you're young never wed an old man
When this old man comes to bed, hey ding a doorum dah 
When this old man comes to bed, me being young
When this old man comes to bed, he lays like a lump of lead
Maids when you're young never wed an old man

Chorus

When this old man goes to sleep, hey ding a doorum dah 
When this old man goes to sleep, me being young
When this old man goes to sleep, out of bed I do creep
Into the arms of a handsome young man

Chorus

I wish this old man would die, hey ding a doorum dah 
I wish this old man would die, me being young
I wish this old man would die, I'd make the money fly
Girls for your sakes never wed an old man

Chorus

A young man is my delight, hey ding a doorum dah 
A young man is my delight, me being young
A young man is my delight, he'll kiss you day and night
Maids when you're young never wed an old man

Chorus

Little Boy Fishing Off A Wooden Pier
Composer(s): Shirley Abicair - Bill Lovelock
Performer(s): Shirley Abicair



Little boy fishing off a wooden pier
Come fish, bite fish, swim along here
Little boy wonder why the fish don't float
Little boy wanna buy a fishing boat

Little boy fishing off a wooden pier
Come fish, bite fish, swim along here
Little boy got to buy boat some way
Then he go fishing all the live long day

Dog fish, cat fish, any this or that fish
Please swim by my line
Can't catch shell fish, but I want to sell fish
Got to make some money for that boat of mine

Little boy dreaming with a secret smile
Some day sail away cannibal isle
Little boy wonder when his boat will come
Little boy slumber now the day is done

Dreaming is nothing if it ain't worth while
Keep on dreaming little man-child
Many a general would eat his hat
To give away talking and to do just that

Little boy richer than a millionaire
All he got is trouble and care
Soon enough little boy'll grow big man
Then he go fishingg for the frying pan

Dog fish, cat fish, any this or that fish
Please swim by my line
Can't catch shell fish, but I want to sell fish
Got to make some money for that boat of mine

Little boy fishing off a wooden pier
Come fish, bite fish, swim along here
Little boy sleepy and he sail away
In his dreamboat down to Blanket Bay

Maid Of Bond Street
Composer(s): David Bowie
Performer(s): David Bowie



This girl is made of lipstick
Powder and paint
Sees the pictures of herself
Every magazine on every shelf

This girl is maid of Bond Street
Hailing cabs, lunches with executives
Gleaming teeth sip aperitifs

This girl is a lonely girl
Takes the train from Paddington to Oxford Circus
Buys the Daily News
But passengers don't smile at her, don't smile at her

This girl is made of loneliness
A broken heart
For the boy that she once knew
Doesn't want to know her any more

And this girl is a lonely girl
Every thing she wants is hers
But she can't make it with the boy she really wants to be with
All the time, to love, all the time

This boy is made of envy
Jealousy
He doesn't have a limousine
Really wants to be a star himself

This girl, her world is made of flashlights and films
Her cares are scraps on the cutting room floor

And maids of Bond Street drive round in chauffered cars
Maids of Bond Street picture clothes, eyes of stars
Maids of Bond Street shouldn't have worldly cares
Maids of Bond Street shouldn't have love affairs

Little Boy Blue
Composer(s): Eugene Field - Ethelbert Woodbridge Nevin
Performer(s): John McCormack 
and multiple other artists



The little toy dog is covered with dust
But sturdy and stanch he stands
And the little toy soldier is red with rust
And his musket moulds in his hands

Time was when the little toy dog was new
And the soldier was passing fair
And that was the time when our Little Boy Blue
Kissed them and put them there

"Now, don't you go till I come," he said
"And don't you make any noise!"
So, toddling off to his trundle-bed
He dreamt of the pretty toys

And, as he was dreaming, an angel song
Awakened our Little Boy Blue
Oh! the years are many, the years are long
But the little toy friends are true

Ay, faithful to Little Boy Blue they stand
Each in the same old place
Awaiting the touch of a little hand
The smile of a little face

And they wonder, as waiting the long years through
In the dust of that little chair
What has become of our Little Boy Blue
Since he kissed them and put them there

Mai 68
Performer(s): Gilbert Bécaud



Tiens, 12 ans déjà
Qu'on est ensemble, presque mariés
Et le petit Pierre, le beau cadeau
Le temps va vite, voyage
Et Mai 68, c'est une chanson d'un autre âge

Tiens, 12 ans déjà
On était fou, on se foutait
Du monde entier, des gens mariés
D'la république trop tiède
Et Mai 68, pour moi c'est "Je t'aime"
Simplement un seul mot "Je t'aime"

Tiens, tu t'en souviens
La rue du Bac, une barricade
Et je t'emmène chez moi
Pendant qu'on s'aimait
Des gens criaient, couraient
Une jolie Rolls brûlait
A la radio cette musique-là passait

Tiens, 12 ans déjà
Qu'on est ensemble, presque mariés
Le petit Pierre est contestataire
Le temps va vite, voyage
Et Mai 68, c'est une chanson d'un autre âge

Tiens, 12 ans déjà
Pour fêter ça, je t'emmène dîner
C'est rue du Bac, un p'tit resto
"A la barricade", ballade
Et de ce temps-là pour toi et pour moi
Restera un seul mot "Je t'aime"

Little Boy
Composer(s): Mike Settle
Performer(s): The Kingston Trio



When I was a little boy, my mother said to me
"Watch the new born roses grow
It's a pretty sight to see
You, my son, shall blossom as the flower below 
I will be your raindrops 
You will be my rose

Listen while I tell you of the beauty in the sky 
There's a home for angels on the clouds so high
I must be an angel 
In heaven I shall stay 
If you ever need me, I'll hear each word you say"

Now her raindrops fall no more
Who will take her place? 
Will I live to blossom full or wither into space?
Many times I wonder on the clouds above 
Is it my dear mother who showers me with love?

When I was a little boy

Magnolias For Ever
Composer(s): Jean-Pierre Bourtayre;
Claude François; Étienne Roda-Gil
Performer(s): Claude François



Your girl is crying in the night
Is she wrong or is she right
Je ne peux plus rien y faire
Your girl is shining in the night
Burning burning burning bright
Je ne sais plus comment faire

Dites-lui que je suis comme elle
Que j'aime toujours les chansons
Qui parl'nt d'amour et d'hirondelles
De chagrin, de vent, de frissons
Dites-lui que je pense à elle
Quand on me parle de magnolias
Quand j'entends ces musiqu's nouvelles
Qui résonn'nt comm' des bruits de combats
Your girl is crying in the night
Is she wrong, is she right
Je ne sais plus comment faire
Elle est si forte qu'elle se brise
Elle était fière elle est soumise
Comme un amour qui lâche prise
Qui casse et ne plie pas
Tu lui ressembles
Quand elle tremble
Et dans ta voix
J'entends parfois
Un peu sa voix
Elle te ressemble
Quand elle tremble
Quand elle pleure
Là dans le cœur
Des arbres en fleurs

Dites-lui que j'ai peur pour elle
Dans les sous-sols quand il fait noir
Quand j'entends ces musiques nouvelles
Où s'en vient crier le désespoir
Dites-lui que je pense à elle
Dans un grand champ de magnolias
Et que si tout's les fleurs sont belles
Je me brûl' souvent souvent les doigts
Des magnolias par centaines
Des magnolias comme autrefois
Je ne sais plus comment faire
Les magnolias sont toujours là
Elle ressemble à toutes les filles
Quand elles aiment comme ça
Qu'elles soient méchantes ou timides
Pauvres violettes ou magnolias
Elle aime les grands ciels humides
Et les déserts où il fait froid
Parfois elle pleure quand j'arrive
Et elle rit quand elle s'en va
Si tu t'en vas dans la tempête
Si tu t'en vas tu la verras
Dites-lui que je suis comme elle
Que j'aime toujours les chansons
Qui parl'nt d'amour et d'hirondelles...

Little Boxes
((Danish Version: Pæne Æsker (by Per Dich) - 1966))
Composer(s): Malvina Reynolds
First release by: Pete Seeger - 1963
Covered by multiple other artists



Little boxes on the hill side, little boxes made of ticky tacky
Little boxes, little boxes, little boxes all the same
There's a green one and a pink one and a blue one and a yellow one
And they're all made out of ticky tacky, and they all look just the same

And the people in the houses all went to the university 
Where they were put in boxes, little boxes, all the same
And there's doctors and there's lawyers, and there's business executives 
And they're all made out of ticky tacky and they all look just the same

And they all play on the golf course and drink their martini dry 
And they all have pretty children and the children go to school 
And the children go to summer camp and then to the university 
Where they all get put in boxes and they all come out the same

And the boys go into business and marry and raise a family 
In boxes, little boxes, little boxes all the same
There's a green one and a pink one and a blue one and a yellow one 
And they're all made out of ticky tacky and they all look just the same

Magnolia
Composer(s): J.J. Cale
Originally performed by: J.J. Cale
Covered by various other artists



Whippoorwill's singing
Soft summer breeze
Makes me think of my baby
I left down in New Orleans
I left down in New Orleans
Magnolia, you sweet thing
You're driving me mad
Got to get back to you, babe
You're the best I ever had
You're the best I ever had
You whisper "Good morning"
So gently in my ear
I'm coming home to you, babe
I'll soon be there
I'll soon be there

Little Bo Peep Has Lost Her Jeep
Composer(s): Frank De Vol - Jerry Browne
Performer(s): Spike Jones



Private Jackson had a girl
He fondly called Bo Peep
Now Jackson didn't have a car
So drove by in a jeep

They took a ride, the time flew by
And Bo Peep was in Heaven
'Til Jackson cried, "Bo Peep,
This jeep's gotta be in camp by eleven"

So little Bo Peep has lost her jeep
And don't know where to find it
Her soldier boy took it back to camp
And left Bo Peep behind it

It didn't have doors, the seats were hard
But Bo Peep never minded
It didn't ride like a Cadillac
She wondered who designed it

Roller coasters nearly killed her
Aeroplanes they never thrilled her
But with Jackson at the wheel
She got that jeep, jeep, jeep appeal

Now little Bo Peep wants to find her jeep
And find her soldier chappy
If he comes chug-chuggy in his old Blitz buggy
Bo Peep will be happy

Now little Bo Peep has lost her jeep
Her boyfriend made an error
He let her drive, goodness sakes alive
That Bo Peep, she's a terror

The throttle pushed down, she tore through town
The red lights didn't stop her
The soldier knew that they both were through
When she side swiped a copper

Now little Bo Peep has lost her jeep
Oh my, why must her joy end?
Now her little jeep is layin' in a heap
And the guardhouse has her boyfriend

Magnificent Obsession
Composer(s): Frederick Herbert; Frank Skinner
Performer(s): The Four Lads
and various other artists



Over and over I whisper your name
Let me make a full confession 
You are my magnificent obsession

Day in and day out it's always the same
There is love beyond expression
You are my magnificent obsession

You are everything and more to me as my kisses have told
I keep asking when again you'll be mine to have and to hold
Deep in the darkness when love is aflame heaven is in my possession
For you are my magnificent obsession-obsession

You are everything and more to me as my kisses have told
I keep asking when again you'll be mine to have and to hold
Deep in the darkness when love is aflame heaven is in my possession
For you are my magnificent obsession, you're my magnificent obsession

Little Bo Beep
Composer(s): Jodi Bancino
Performer(s): Joe Dowell



Bo Beep Was Such A Bad Girl, Yeah Yeah
A Very Very Bad Girl

Little Bo Beep Was Swinging Down The Street
And When She Passed By
Little Jack Horner, Sitting In The Corner
Saw Her Wink Her Eye

She Was A Pretty Girl, But Jackie Knew
She Liked To Cheat On Little Boy Blue
Everyone Saw Her Strut On Down
'Cause Little Bo Beep Was Goin To Town

She Was A Bad Girl, A Bad Bad Girl
A-Rooty Tooty Toot, A Rooty Tooy Toot
A Very Very Bad Girl Yeah Yeah
A Very Very Bad Girl

Little Bo Beep Had A Rovin' Eye
Everybody Talked
All The Girls Giggled, Watching While She Wiggled
Every Step That She Walked

She Had Another Date. A Rendevous
Everyone Knew But Little Boy Blue
He Was Asleep In The Hay, He Wasn't Around
When Little Bo Beep Was Going To Town

She Was A Bad Girl, A Bad Bad Girl
A-Rooty Tooty Toot, A Rooty Tooy Toot
A Very Very Bad Girl Yeah Yeah
A Very Very Bad Girl

Magneto And Titanium Man
Composer(s): Paul McCarthy
Performer(s): Wings



Well I Was Talking Last Night 
Magneto And Titanium Man . . . 
We Were Talking About You, Babe
Oo --- They Said --- 
You Were Involved In A Robbery 
That Was Due To Happen 
At A Quarter To Three 
In The Main Street

I Didn't Believe Them 
Magneto And Titanium Man . . . 
But When The Crimson Dynamo 
Finally Assured Me, Well, I Knew 

You Were Involved In A Robbery 
That Was Due To Happen 
At A Quarter To Three 
In The Main Street

So We Went Out 
Magneto And Titanium Man . . . 
And The Crimson Dynamo 
Came Along For The Ride 

We Went To Town With The Library 
And We Swung All Over That 
Long Tall Bank In The Main Street 

Well There She Were And To My Despair 
She's A Five-Star Criminal 
Breaking The Code 

Magneto Said "Now The Time Come 
To Gather Our Forces And Run!!!" 
Oh No . . . . . . 
This Can't Be So . . . . . . 

And Then It Occurred To Me! 

You Couldn't Be Bad 
Magneto Was Mad! 
Titanium Too! 
And The Crimson Dynamo 
Just Couldn't Cut It No More 
You Were The Law . . . . . .

The Little Blue Man
Composer(s): Paul Klein - Fred Ebb
First release by: Betty Johnson - 1958



One morning when I was out shopping
Though you'll find it hard to believe
A little blue man came out of the crowd
And timidly tugged at my sleeve

"I wuv you! I wuv you!" said the little blue man
"I wuv you! I wuv you to bits!"
"I wuv you!"
He loved me, said the little blue man
And scared me right out of my wits

I hurried back to my apartment
I rushed in and I closed the door
But there on my desk stood the little blue man
Who started to tell me once more

"I wuv you! I wuv you!" said the little blue man
"I wuv you! I wuv you to bits!"
"I wuv you!"
He loved me, said the little blue man
And scared me right out of my wits

For weeks after that I was haunted
Though no one could see him but me
Right by my side was the little blue man
Wherever I happened to be

"I wuv you! I wuv you!" said the little blue man
"I wuv you! I wuv you to bits!"
"I wuv you!"
He loved me, said the little blue man
And scared me right out of my wits

One evening in wild desperation
I rushed to a rooftop in town
And over the side pushed the little blue man
Who sang to me on the way down
"I wuuuuv youuuu!"

I whispered, "Thank goodness that's over!"
I smiled as I hurried outside
But there on the street stood the little blue man
Who said with a tear in his eye
"I don't wuv you anymore" 

Magnet And Steel
Composer(s): Walter Egan
Performer(s): Walter Egan



Ooh ooh ah
Now I told you so you ought to know
Ooh it takes some time for a feelin' to grow
Ooh you're so close now I can't let you go
Ooh and I can't let go
For you are a magnet and I am steel 

I can't hope that I'll hold you for long
Ooh you're a woman who's lost to your song
Ooh but the love that I feel is so strong
Ooh and it can't be wrong 

With you I'm not shy to show the way I feel
With you I might try my secrets to reveal
For you are a magnet and I am steel
For you are a magnet and I am steel