Mama Told Me (Not To Come)
Composer(s): Randy Newman
Originally performed by: The Animals
Covered by various other artists



Want some whiskey in your water?
Sugar in your tea?
What's all these crazy questions you're askin' me?
This is the craziest party that could ever be
Don't turn on the lights `cause I don't wanna see

Mama told me not to come
Mama told me not to come
That ain't to have fun, no, uh-uh

Open up your window, let some air into this room
I think I'm almost chokin' from the smell of stale perfume
And that cigarette you're smokin'
Don't scare me half to death
Open up the window, sucker, let me catch my breath

Mama told me not to come
Mama told me not to come
That ain't to have fun, son
That ain't to have fun, son

The radio is blastin', someone's knockin' at the door
I'm lookin' at my girlfriend, she's passed out on the floor
I've seen so many things I ain't never seen before
Don't know what it is, I don't wanna see it no more

Mama told me not to come
Mama told me not to come
She said that ain't to have fun, son
That ain't to have fun, son

That ain't to have fun, no
That ain't to have fun, son

Oh Dear, What Can The Matter Be?
(Traditional)
Performer(s): Terry Callier;
and various other artists



Oh, dear! What can the matter be?
Dear, dear! What can the matter be?
Oh, dear! What can the matter be?
Johnny's so long at the fair
He promised to buy me a trinket to please me
And then for a smile, oh, he vowed he would tease me
He promised to buy me a bunch of blue ribbons
To tie up my bonnie brown hair

Oh, dear! What can the matter be?
Dear, dear! What can the matter be?
Oh, dear! What can the matter be?
Johnny's so long at the fair
He promised to bring me a basket of posies
A garland of lilies, a gift of red roses
A little straw hat to set off the blue ribbons
That tie up my bonnie brown hair

Oh, dear! What can the matter be?
Oh, dear! What can the matter be?
Oh, dear! What can the matter be?
Johnny's so long at the fair

Mama Sang A Song
Composer(s): Bill Anderson
Performer(s): Bill Anderson
and various other artists



(God put a song in the heart of an angel)
(And softly she sang it to me)

I get to thinking lots of times
About back when I was a lad
Of the old homeplace where I grew up
Of the days both good and bad

My overalls were hand-me-downs
My shoes were full of holes
I used to walk four miles to school every day
Through the rain, the sleet and the cold

I've seen the nights when my daddy would cry
For the things that his family would need
But all he ever got was a badland farm
And seven hungry mouths to feed

And yet, and yet our homefire never flickered once
Cause when all these things went wrong
Mama took the hymn book down
And mama sang a song

(What a friend we have in Jesus)

I've been rocked to sleep many a night
To the tune of ''What a Friend''
And come morning ''Rock of Ages''
Would wake me gently once again

And when daddy would reach up and he'd take the Bible down
And he'd read it, read it loud and long
And I always felt that maybe our house was blessed
When daddy would say mama sing a song

Sister left home first I guess and then Bob
And then Tommy and then Dan
By then dad's hair was turning white
And I had to be mama's little man

But it seemed that as daddy's back grew weak
My mother's faith just grew strong
And those were the greatest days of all
When mama sang a song

(Rock of ages cleft for me let me hide myself in Thee)

I guess the house is still standing
I don't get to go back much anymore
No voice is left to fill those halls
And no steps to grace the floor

For you see my mother sings in heaven now
Around God's golden throne
But I'll always believe that this world is a better place
Because one time my mama sang a song

(Precious mem'ries flod my soul) ...

Oh, But I Do!
Composer(s): Leo Robin; Arthur Schwartz
Performer(s): Doris Day;
and various other artists



You think I don’t love you, oh but I do
How can I show that I do?
You think I don’t get blue, oh but I do
Though I get light-hearted, too
First I’m singing then I’m sighing
Then I’m flying high above
You think I don’t know why, oh but I do
I know that it’s you I love

First I’m singing then I’m sighing
Then I’m flying so high above 
You think I don’t know why, oh but I do
I know that it’s you I love

Mama Said
Composer(s): Willie Denson; Luther Dixon
Originally performed by: The Shirelles



Mama said there'll be days like this
There'll be days like this Mama said
(Mama said, mama said)
Mama said there'll be days like this
There'll be days like this my Mama said
(Mama said, mama said)
I went walking the other day
Everything was going fine
I met a little boy named Billy Joe
And then I almost lost my mind
Mama said there'll be days like this
There'll be days like this Mama said
(Mama said, mama said)
Mama said there'll be days like this
There'll be days like this my Mama said
My eyes are wide open
But all that I can see is
chapel bells are callin for everyone but-a me
but I don't worry cause
Mama said there'll be days like this
There'll be days like this Mama said
(Mama said, mama said)
Mama said there'll be days like this
There'll be days like this my Mama said
And then she said someone will look at me
like I'm looking at you one day
then I might find
I don't want it any old way
so I don't worry cause
Mama said there'll be days like this
There'll be days like this Mama said
(Mama said, mama said)
Mama said there'll be days like this
There'll be days like this my Mama said
Mama said, mama said
Hey! Don't you worry
Mama said mama said
Hey! Don't you worry now
Mama said mama said
Hey! Hey!

Oh, Boy!
Composer(s): Norman Petty; Bill Tilghman; Sonny West
Performer(s): Buddy Holly & The Crickets;
and various other artists



All of my lovin' All of my kissin' 
You don't know What you been a-missin' 

Oh boy, when you're with me 
Oh boy, the world can see 
That you were meant for me 
All of my life I been a-waitin' 
Tonight there'll be no hasitatin' 

Oh boy, when you're with me 
Oh boy, the world can see 
That you were meant for me 
All of my life I been a-waitin' 
Tonight there'll be no hasitatin' 

Stars appear And the shadows are fallin' 
You can hear My heart callin' 
A little bit of lovin' 
Makes everything right 
And I'm gonna see My baby tonight 

All of my lovin' All of my kissin' 
You don't know What you been a-missin' 

Oh boy, when you're with me 
Oh boy, the world can see 
That you were meant for me 
All of my life I been a-waitin' 
Tonight there'll be no hasitatin' 

Dum dee dum dum, oh boy 
Dum dee dum dum, oh boy

Mama Roma
Composer(s): Henry George David Weiss
Performer(s): Dean Martin



(Mama Roma, Mama)
(Mama Roma, Mama)
She's a town with a heart
Just the place for the start of amoré
(Mama Roma, Mama)
For the old tidal shores
See the young by the score from each doorway
(Mama Roma, Mama)
Mama Roma has eyes
That were burned from the skies of amoré
Mama Roma takes care
Just to lead them to their one and only

On a strada in Rome
I was walkin' alone
It was Springtime
(Mama Roma, Mama)
Like a soft-hearted Mama
The City took pity on me
Soon a voice, oh so tender and dulcé
Was saying "Ti amo"
(I love you, I love you)
Like a dream comin' true
Mama Roma had sent me to you
(Mama Roma, Mama)
(Mama Roma, Mama)

(Mama Roma, Mama)
Like a soft-hearted Mama
The City took pity on me
Soon a voice, oh so tender and dulcé
Was saying "Ti amo"
(I love you, I love you)
Like a dream comin' true
Mama Roma had sent me to you
(Mama Roma, Mama)
Mama Roma
(Mama Roma, Mama)
Mama Roma
(Mama Roma, Mama)
Mama Roma...

Oh! What It Seemed To Be
Composer(s): Bennie Benjamin;
George Weiss; Frankie Carle
Performer(s): Frank Sinatra;
and various other artists



It was just a neighborhood dance
That's all that it was
But, oh, what it seemed to be

It was like a masquerade ball
With costumes and all
'Cause you were at the dance with me

It was just a ride on a train
That's all that it was
But, oh, what it seemed to be

It was like a trip to the stars
To venus and mars
'Cause you were on the train with me

And when I kissed you, Darling
It was more than just a thrill for me
It was the promise, Darling
Of the things that fate had willed for me

It was just a wedding in june
That's all that it was
But, oh, what it seemed to be

It was like a royal affair
With everyone there
'Cause you said "Yes, I do" to me

Mama Mama Rosa (Where's The Spumoni?)
Composer(s): Tutti Camarata
Performer(s): Annette Funicello



A lovely senorina from old Italy
came to our shores and raised a family
She learned from her mother that cooking was an art
And when you came to dinner, this is how her meal would start

She brought us... 

Antipasta, minestrone, linguine marinara
Pastacholi, gorgonzole, squigini, bakalava
Ravioli, pizza roll, it really was a treat
Then she'd say "Mangia, mangia - Eat, my children, eat!"

Hey! 

Mama, Mama Rosa
We love the way you look!
Ma-ma-ma Mama, Mama Rosa
and we love the way you cook!

Ma-ma-ma-ma Mama, Mama Rosa
We love your macaroni
But Mama Mama Rosa
Where's the spumoni?

Mangia, mangia, mangia, mangia!
But she brought... 

Chicken cacciatore, and a dish of scallopini
Seven kinds of sauces on a plate of spagatini
Half a dozen courses of her home made sazich
Then she said "Mangia mangia - Eat, my children, eat"

Hey! 

Mama, Mama Rosa
We love the way you look!
Oh Mama, Mama Mama Rosa
And we love the way you cook!

Ma-ma-ma-ma Mama, Mama Rosa
We love your macaroni
But Mama, Mama Rosa
Where's the spumoni?

Mangia, mangia, mangia, mangia!
But she brought... 

Pears and peaches, pomegranates, a slice of provolone
Fresh spinoki, artichokes, rigata with pinole
Candy maraschino, with some chocolatino sweet
Then she said "Mangia, mangia - Eat, my children, eat"

Hey! 

Mama, Mama Rosa
Bring us our spumoni!
Mama, Mama Rosa
We've had our macaroni!

Mama, Mama Rosa
We've eaten till it hurts!
Mama, Mama Rosa
Now bring us our desert!

Oh! What A Pal Was Mary
Composer(s): Cohan; Edgar Leslie;
Bert Kalmar; Pete Wendling
Performer(s): Mitch Miller



Mary o' mine, Mary o' mine
Grew like a rose in a bower
Bloomed for a day
Faded away
I lost a beautiful flower
Sweetheart and friend, right to the end
That's why I miss her so

Mary o' mine, Mary o' mine
My little playmate of childhood
Symbol of love
Sent from above
Staunch as an oak in the wildwood
Mem'ries of old, purer than gold 
Fill me with love sublime

Oh! what a gal was Mary
Oh! what a pal was she 
An angel was born on Easter morn
and God sent her down to me
Heart of my heart was Mary 
Soul of my soul divine
Though she is gone, love lingers on
for Mary old pal of mine

Oh! It's A Lovely War



Oh, oh, oh, it's a lovely war
Who wouldn't be a soldier, eh?
Oh, it's a shame to take the pay
As soon as reveille is gone
We feel just as heavy as lead
But we never get up till the sergeant
Brings us breakfast up to bed

Oh, oh, oh, it's a lovely war
What do we want with eggs and ham
When we've got plum and apple jam?
Form fours, right turn
How shall we spend the money we earn?
Oh, oh, oh, it's a lovely war

Upo to your waist in water
Up to your eyes in slush
Using the kind of language,
That makes the sergeant blush
Who wouldn't join the army?
That's what we all inquire
Don't we pity the poor civilian
Sitting beside the fire

Oh, oh, oh, it's a lovely war
Who wouldn't be a soldier, eh?
Oh, it's a shame to take the pay
As sonn as reveille is gone
We feel just as heavy as lead
But we never get up till the sergeant
Brings us breakfast up to bed

Oh, oh, oh, it's a lovely war
What do we want with eggs and ham
When we've got plum a nd apple jam?
Form fours, right turn
How shall we spend the money we earn?
Oh, oh, oh, it's a lovely war

Mama Liked The Roses
Composer(s): Johnny Christopher
Performer(s): Elvis Presley



Oh, mama liked the roses she grew them in the yard
But Winter always came around
and made the growing way too hard
Oh, mama liked the roses and when she had the time
She'd decorate the living room, for all us kids to see
When I hear the Sunday bells ringing in the morning
I remember crying when she used to sing
Oh, mama liked the roses but most of all she cared
About the way we learned to live
And if we said our prayers

You know I kept the family bible
With a rose that she saved inside
It was pressed between the pages
Like it had found a place to hide

Oh, mama liked the roses in such a special way
We bring them every Mother's Day
And put them on her grave
Oh, mama liked the roses Mmmm
Mama liked the roses

Oh! Sweet Nuthin'
Composer(s): Lou Reed
Performer(s): The Velvet Underground;
Phish; Ten Thousand Dollar Gold Chain



Say a word for jimmy brown
He ain’t got nothing at all
Not a shirt right of his back
He ain’t got nothing at all
And say a word for ginger brown
Walks with his head down to the ground
Took the shoes right of his feet
To poor boy right out in the street

And this is what he said
Oh sweet nuthin’
She ain’t got nothing at all
Oh sweet nutin’
She ain’t got nothing at all

Say a word for polly may
She can’t tell the night from the day
They threw her out in the street
But just like a cat she landed on her feet
And say a word for joanna love
She ain’t got nothing at all
’cos everyday she falls in love
And everynight she falls when she does

She said
Oh sweet nuthin’
You know she ain’t got nothing at all
Oh sweet nutin’
She ain’t got nothing at all

Oh let me hear you!

Say a word for jimmy brown
He ain’t got nothing at all
Not a shirt right of his back
He ain’t got nothing at all
And say a word for ginger brown
Walks with his head down to the ground
Took the shoes right of his feet
To poor boy right out in the street

And this is what he said
Oh sweet nuthin’
She ain’t got nothing at all
Oh sweet nutin’
She ain’t got nothing at all
She ain’t got nothing at all
Oh sweet nutin’

She ain’t got nothing at all
She ain’t got nothing at all
She ain’t got nothing at all

Mama Let Him Play
Composer(s): Jerry Doucette
Performer(s): Jerry Doucette



Mama let that boy play some rock & roll
Jazz is much too crazy he can play it when he's old
He's too young for the blues he's still inside his first pair of shoes
He's just a baby
Give that boy some freedom let him move around
Don't get in his way you'll only bring him down
Mama won't you let him, let him play some rock & roll, yeah
Let him play some rock & roll 
Let him play some rock & roll 
Let him play some rock & roll 
Oh yeah, all right, come on now

Mama let that boy play some rock & roll
Jazz is much too crazy he can play it when he's old
He's too young for the blues he's still inside his first pair of shoes
He's just a baby
Give that boy some freedom let him move around
Don't get in his way you'll only bring him down
Mama won't you let him, let him play some rock & roll, yeah
Let him play some rock & roll 
Let him play some rock & roll 
Let him play some rock & roll

Mama let him play, let him play    
Mama let him play, let him play
Mama let him play, let him play
Mama let him play, let him play
Mama let him play, let him play
Mama let him play, let him play

Oh! Sir Jasper



Oh Sir Jasper do not touch me!
Oh Sir Jasper do not touch me!
Oh Sir Jasper do not touch me!

And she lay beneath the lily-white sheets with nothing on at all

Oh Sir Jasper do not touch!
Oh Sir Jasper do not touch!
Oh Sir Jasper do not touch!

And she lay beneath the lily-white sheets with nothing on at all

Oh Sir Jasper do not!
Oh Sir Jasper do not!
Oh Sir Jasper do not!

And she lay beneath the lily-white sheets with nothing on at all

Oh Sir Jasper do!
Oh Sir Jasper do!
Oh Sir Jasper do!

And she lay beneath the lily-white sheets with nothing on at all

Oh Sir Jasper!
Oh Sir Jasper!
Oh Sir Jasper!

And she lay beneath the lily-white sheets with nothing on at all

Oh Sir!
Oh Sir!
Oh Sir!

And she lay beneath the lily-white sheets with nothing on at all

Oh!
Oh!
Oh!

And she lay beneath the lily-white sheets with nothing on at all

And she lay beneath the lily-white sheets with nothing on at all

Mama Leone
Composer(s): Benedetto Arico; Pierre Delanoë; Claude Lemesle
Performer(s): Nana Mouskouri



Mama Leone, Mama Leone, au bar de l'amitié
Mama Leone, tu nous pardonnes: on n'a jamais payé
Mama Leone, mais on chantait et tu aimais bien ça
Les gens des beaux quartiers de Rome
Venaient voir le spectacle quelques fois
Mama Leone

Mama Leone, comme les cigognes, on arrivait chez toi
Mama Leone, mais à l'automne, on était toujours là
Mama Leone, qu'on a fait souffrir ton vieux piano
Il est mort près du téléphone
Un soir où nous avons joué trop faux
Mama Leone

Mama Leone, Mama Leone, au bar de l'amitié
Quand minuit sonne y a plus personne pour rire et pour chanter
Mama Leone, un coffee-shop ou un drugstore je crois
T'ont remplacée au cœur de Rome
On n'a gardé que ce nom là
Mama Leone

Oh Quelle Nuit
English Title: Oh, Lonesome Me
Composer(s): Don Gibson; M. Tézé
Performer(s): Sacha Distel



J'ai bu d'un trait deux fines à l'eau et trois whiskys
Et puis après, quelques portos avec Johnny
Derrière son bar ,j'le voyais tout petit
Oh! quelle nuit

Je me souviens d'avoir dansé le cha cha cha
Avec une fille qui ressemblait à Dalida
Tout en pleurant j'lui ai confié ma vie
Oh! quelle nuit

Tout ça est arrivé parce qu'on t'a raconté
Qu'on m'avait vu avec une jolie femme
T'as voulu te venger et tu n'es pas rentrée
Alors je t'ai cherchée voilà le drame

Au petit jour ,je suis rentré cahin-caha
Tu m'attendais sur le palier en pyjama
Quand tu m'a vu, tu m' as tendu les bras
Oh! quelle nuit

Depuis je t'ai prouvé que cette femme n'était
Tout simplement qu'une de mes secrétaires et
Toi tu m'as avoué que pour me faire marcher
Tu dînais ce soir là avec ta mère

Pendant deux jours je me suis mis à l'eau de Vichy
Mais en une nuit j'ai découvert et j'ai compris
Que tu est mon indispensable amour
Oh! pour la vie
Oh! pour la vie
Oh! pour la vie

Mama Kin
Composer(s): Stephen Tyler
Performer(s): Aerosmith
and various other artists



It ain't easy, livin' like a gypsy
Tell ya, honey, how I feel
I've been dreaming
Floatin' down stream and 
Losin' touch with all that is real
Whole earth lover, keepin' under cover 
Never knowin' where ya been
You've been fadin', always out paradin
Keepin' touch with Mama Kin

Well you've always got your tail on the wag
Shootin' fire from your mouth just like a dragon
You act like a perpertual drag
You better check it out
Or someday soon you'll have to climb back on the wagon

It ain't easy, livin' like ya wanna
And it's so hard to find piece of mind 
Yes it is
The way I see it, you've got to say shit
But don't forget to drop me a line

Said you're as bald as an egg at eighteen
And workin' for you dad is just a drag
He still stuffs your mouth with your dreams
You better check it out
Or someday soon you'll have to climb back on the wagon

Keepin' touch with Mama Kin
Tell her where you've gone and been
Livin' out your fantasy
Sleeping late and smoking tea
[repeat once] 

It ain't easy, livin' like ya wanna
And it's so hard to find piece of mind 
Yes it is
The way I see it, you've got to say shit
But don't forget to drop me a line

Said you're as bald as an egg at eighteen
And workin' for you dad is just a drag
He still stuffs your mouth with your dreams
You better check it out
Or someday soon you'll have to climb back on the wagon

Keepin' touch with Mama Kin
Tell her where you've gone and been
Livin' out your fantasy
Sleeping late and smoking tea
(repeat once)

Oh! Quelle Famille
Composer(s): France Gall; R. Gall; G. Liferman
Performer(s): France Gall



Quand on vient au monde un beau jour
Il y a 50 parents autour
Qui ne vous parlent qu'en japonais
Et qui vous cassent tous vos jouets

Oh la la la quelle famille!
Oh la la la quelle famille!
Comme on serait heureux sur terre
Sans tous ces parents!

Oh la la la quelle famille!
Oh la la la quelle famille!
Quelle joie s'il n'y avait
Rien que des enfants!

À la télé papa aime la politique
Maman les feuilletons romantiques
Oh la la la
Quand elle se branche sur le football

Oh la la la quelle famille!
Oh la la la quelle famille!
Comme on serait heureux sur terre
Sans tous ces parents!

Oh la la la quelle famille!
Oh la la la quelle famille!
Quelle joie s'il n'y avait
Rien que des enfants!

On se dispute ou bien on rit
C'est notre façon de s'aimer
Mais s'il arrive de gros ennuis
Tout le monde se trouve rassemblé

Oh la la la quelle famille!
Oh la la la quelle famille!
Qui m'amuse tant
Et que j'aime à la folie!

Oh la la la quelle famille!
Oh la la la quelle famille!
Et que je voudrais garder
Pour toute ma vie!

Oh la la la quelle famille!
Oh la la la quelle famille!
Et que je voudrais garder
Pour toute ma vie!

Mama Just Wants To Barrelhouse All Night Long
Composer(s): Bruce Cockburn
Performer(s): Bruce Cockburn; Dawn Tyler Watson



I was up the road on easy street
Watching everybody stand around and cheat
A man comes up and says, "Move along
Down to the corner where you belong"
But mama just wants to barrelhouse all night long

I hear the city singing like a siren choir
Some fool tried to set this town on fire
TV preacher screams "come on along"
I feel like Fay Wray face to face with King Kong
But mama just wants to barrelhouse all night long

Sometimes I wonder what I am
I feel like I'm living in a hologram
It doesn't seem to matter what's right or wrong
Everybody's grabbing and coming on strong
But mama just wants to barrelhouse all night long