Maskeradbalen
Composer(s): H.Å. Gäfvert; Lennart Hellsing
Performer(s): Agnetha Fältskog & Christian



Vi skulle gå och dansa
På trädgårdsmaskerad
Då skulle vi klä ut oss
Men visste ej till vad
Men visste ej till vad

Och en var klädd som strömming
Med fenor och med stjärt
Men när han kom till trädgårn
En katt åt upp en tvärt
En katt åt upp en tvärt

Och en var klädd som blomma
Jag tror han hette Klas
Men honom tog en gumma
Och satte i en vas
Och satte i en vas

Och en var klädd som tavla
Med ram som var antik
Men honom tog en gubbe
Och hängde på en spik
Och hängde på en spik

Och en hon var en femma
Så hon var aldrig pank
Men henne tog en farbror
Och satte in på bank
Och satte in på bank

Och en var klädd till smultron
Så runt och rött som så
Men henne tog en pojke
Och trädde på ett strå
Och trädde på ett strå

Själv var jag klädd som snigel
Jag var bekymmersam
För hur jag gick och gick där
Så kom jag aldrig fram
Så kom jag aldrig fram

Old Dan Tucker
Composer(s): Daniel Decatur Emmett
Performer(s): Burl Ives; Hardtack & Harmony



I came to town just the other night
I heard the noise and saw the fight
Watchman was a runnin' roun'
Old Dan Tucker's come to town

(Chorus)
So get out the way for Old Dan Tucker
Get out the way for Old Dan Tucker
Get out the way for Old Dan Tucker
He's too late to come for supper

Dan, he went down to the mill
to get some meal to put in the swill
The miller swore by the point of his knife
He never seen such a man in his life

(Chorus)
So get out the way for Old Dan Tucker
Get out the way for Old Dan Tucker
Get out the way for Old Dan Tucker
He's too late to come for supper

Old Dan Tucker was a fine old man
Washed his face in a fryin' pan
Combed his hair with a wagon wheel
Died with a toothache in his heel

(Chorus)
So get out the way for Old Dan Tucker
Get out the way for Old Dan Tucker
Get out the way for Old Dan Tucker
He's too late to come for supper

(Chorus)
So get out the way for Old Dan Tucker
Get out the way for Old Dan Tucker
Get out the way for Old Dan Tucker
He's too late to come for supper

(Chorus)
So get out the way for Old Dan Tucker
Get out the way for Old Dan Tucker
Get out the way for Old Dan Tucker
He's too late to come for supper

Mashed Potato Time
Composer(s): Robert Bateman; Georgia Dobbins;
William Garrett; Freddy Gorman; Eddie Holland
Performer(s): Dee Dee Sharp
and various other artists



(It's the latest)
(It's the greatest)
(Mashed Potato)

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

(Ooo) a-Mashed Potato started long time ago
(Wah-ooo) With a guy named Sloppy Joe
(Wah-ooo) You'll find this dance is a-cool to do
(Wah-ooo) Come on baby, gonna teach it to you

(Mashed Potato) Hear that groovy beat, now
(Mashed Potato) Come on and twist your feet now
Baby (It's the latest)
Come on, honey (It's the greatest)
Come on, baby (Mashed Potato)
Mmmm 
Yeah, yeah yeah yeah

(Ooo) And then they dance just grew and grew
(Wah-ooo) They looked for records they could do it to
(Wah-ooo) They found this dance was a-outta sight
(Wah-ooo) To, "When the Lion Sleeps Tonight"

(Mashed Potato) Yeah, a-wimoweht, a-wimoweht-a 
(Mashed Potato) Mmmm
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
(It's the latest) Ah-hahh, baby
(It's the greatest) Come on, honey
(Mashed Potato) Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

(Ooo) Now everybody is a-doin' fine
(Wah-ooo) They dance alone or in a big boss line
(Wah-ooo) Then they discovered it's the most, man
(Wah-ooo) The day they did it to, "Please Mr. Postman"

(Mashed Potato) A-wait a minute, wait a minute
(Mashed Potato) Deliver de letter
(It's the latest) Come on, baby
(It's the greatest) Ah-hahh, honey
(Mashed Potato) Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

(Ooo) Well, they got with it more and more,
(Wah-ooo) You ought to see 'em 'round the floor
(Wah-ooo) The Mashed Potato took a long, long list
(Wah-ooo) They even do it to, "Dear Lady Twist" 

(Mashed Potato) Get up from your chair, now
(Mashed Potato) Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah-eh
(It's the latest) Come on, baby
(It's the greatest) Ah-hahh, honey
(Mashed Potato) Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

(Mashed Potato) Aggggrrr, feel that groovy beat, now...

Old Coat
Composer(s): Elena Mezzetti; 
Gerald Sears; Noel Paul Stookey; Mary Travers
Performer(s): Peter, Paul & Mary; Kayle Brecher



Take off your old coat and roll up your sleeves
Life is a hard road to travel, I believe

I look to the east, I look to the west
A youth asking fate to be rewardin'
But fortune is a blind god, flying through the clouds
and forgettin' me on this side of Jordan

Take off your old coat and roll up your sleeves
Life is a hard road to travel, I believe

Silver spoons to some mouths, golden spoons to others
Dare a man to change the given order
Though they smile and tell us all of us are brothers
never was it true this side of Jordan

Take off your old coat and roll up your sleeves
Life is a hard road to travel, I believe

Like some ragged owlet with its wings expanded
Nailed to some garden gate or boardin'
Thus will I by some men all my life be branded
Never hurted none this side of Jordan

Take off your old coat and roll up your sleeves
Life is a hard road to travel, I believe

Máscaras
Composer(s): Luis Eduardo Aute
Performer(s): Luis Eduardo Aute



Luce el rostro inhumano
mil máscaras y farsas
máscaras de sano amor
máscaras de elegidos
por dioses y por pueblos

Luce el rostro inhumano
mil máscaras y farsas
máscaras de doble faz
máscaras de arrepentidos
mortales vestiduras
que van asesinando
en la miseria larga
la débil voz que brotó
del hombre que nunca quiso
ser máscara del hombre

Old Cheyenne
Composer(s): Ian Tyson
Performer(s): Ian Tyson; Tom Russell



The band would play the anthem 
And the clowns fell down in jest 
All the people saw again 
The winning of the west 
Our stomachs full of nothing 
And our hearts were full of hopes 
As we buckled on our leggings 
And we rosined up our ropes 

And we started going down the road 
In the spring of '74 
If I had me another trade 
I wouldn't ride them bulls no more 
Since Charlie died I tried to forget 
That day in old Cheyenne 
Betty leave your lights on darlin' 
I'm going to make it if I can

Cause it gets inside your blood 
It gets inside your mind 
The only way of life 
There ain't no other kind 
All my thoughts roll back to you 
I hope you'll understand 
Betty leave your lights on darlin'
Going to make it if I can 

The place that's known as Cheyenne 
Is called the daddy of them all 
The one our fathers sang about 
At the round-ups in the fall 
When Charlie drew that spinning bull 
Lord everything went wrong 
Got him in an ambulance
Left me here to sing this song

And I've kept right on a going 
But I drink before I ride 
That bottle brings me courage 
I believe I'm damn near out of pride 
I think I'd get me a factory job 
If you'd help me make my stand 
Betty leave your lights on darlin' 
Going to make it if I can 

Cause it gets inside your blood 
It gets inside your mind 
The only way of life 
There ain't no other kind 
All my thoughts roll back to you 
I hope you'll understand 
Betty leave your lights on darlin'
Going to make it if I can

Mas, Que Nada!
Composer(s): Jorge Ben
Originally performed by: Jorge Ben
Covered by various other artists



Mas que na--da 
sai da minha frente 
Eu quero pas---sar 
Pois o samba es-tá a-ni-ma--do 
O que eu que-ro é sambar

Es--se sam--ba 
Que é mis-to de ma-ra-ca-tú 
É samba de preto vel-ho 
Sam--ba de pre-to tú
Mas que na---da 
Um sam-ba como esse tão le-gal 
Vo-cê não vai que--rer que eu chegue no fi-nal

Old Cape Cod
Composer(s): Allan Jeffrey; Claire Rothrock; Milton Yakus
Performer(s): Patti Page;
and various other artists



If you're fond of sand dunes and salty air
Quaint little villages here and there
You're sure to fall in love with old Cape Cod

If you like the taste of a lobster stew
Served by a window with an ocean view
You're sure to fall in love with old Cape Cod

Winding roads that seem to beckon you
Miles of green beneath a sky of blue
Churchbells chiming on a Sunday morn
Remind you of the town where you were born

If you spend an evening you'll want to stay
Watching the moonlight on Cape Cod Bay
You're sure to fall in love with old Cape Cod

Mas Tequila
Composer(s): Gary Glitter; Sammy Hagar; Mike Leander
Originally performed by: Sammy Hagar
Covered by: Full Tilt; Shane Volk



All right now, here we go ... 
Now we're gonna tell you a little story 
About the way we like to party - take ya on a trip! 
Hit it! 
That's right 
I'm goin' way down south where the big blue agave grow 
Takin' a weekend trip down to Baja, Mexico! 
Where you can drink the water, but don't ya eat the ice
Take your vitamin "T" with salt 'n lemon slice ... 
I say
One shot...Hey! Mas Tequila
Two shots...Hey! que veneno 
Three shots...Arriba! Mas Tequila! 
Hey! Hey! 
She did a mean macarena to the funky cold medina 
Behind a body shot and three margaritas
She'll drink it straight from the bottle, terra cotta jug
From a boda bag coppin' a major buzz
I say
One shot...Hey! Mas Tequila
Two shots...Hey! que veneno 
Three shots...Arriba! Mas Tequila! 
Hey! Hey! 
Uno mas, bartender...one more...mas tequila! 
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey! 
Yo can drink the water, but don't ya eat the ice
Take your vitamin "T" with salt 'n lemon slice! 
I say
One shot...Hey! Mas Tequila
Two shots...Hey! que veneno 
Three shots...Arriba! Mas Tequila! 
Hey! Hey! 
One shot...Hey! more tequila! 
Two shots...Hey! que veneno! 
Three shots...Ay yi yi yi yi ... 
Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! 
Mas Tequila! 
No mas, no mas ....

Old Brown Shoe
Composer(s): George Harrison
Performer(s): The Beatles; Gary Brooker; 
Dani; Marlowes; Stackridge; Leslie West



I want a love that's right
Right is only half of what's wrong
I want a short-haired girl
Who sometimes wears it twice as long

Now I'm steppin' out this old brown shoe
Baby I'm in love with you
I'm so glad you came here, it won't be the same
Now I'm telling you

Though you pick me up
From where some try to drag me down
And when I see your smile
Replacing ev'ry thoughtless frown

So escaping from a zoo
Baby I'm in love with you
I'm so glad you came here, it won't be the same
When I'm with you

If I'll grow up I'll be a singer
Wearing rings on ev'ry finger
Not worrying about what they or you'll say
I'll live and love and maybe someday, who knows baby
You may comfort me (hey!)

I may appear to be imperfect
My love is something you can't reject
I'm changing faster than the weather
If you and me should get together who knows baby
You may comfort me

I know my love is yours
To miss that love is something I'd hate
I'll make an early start
I'm making sure that I'm not late

For your sweet lip I'm in the queue
Baby I'm in love with you
I'm so glad you came here, it won't be the same
When I'm with you

I'm so glad you came here
It won't be the same now when I'm with you

(Yeah yeah yeah)
(Tu-la, tu-la-tu) (repeat and fade)

Mas Que Nada
Composer(s): Loryn Deane
Performer(s): Ella Fitzgerald



Oariá raiô
Obá Obá Obá
Mas que nada
Sai da minha frente
Eu quero passar
Pois o samba está animado
O que eu quero é sambar
Este samba
Que é misto de maracatu
É samba de preto velho
Samba de preto tu
Mas que nada
Um samba como esse tão legal
Você não vai querer
Que eu chegue no final

Old Bones
Composer(s): John Hadley
Performer(s): George Burns;
and various other artists



Old bones inside an old raincoat
Old bones inside of old shoes
Old friends at the hotel
Come by to wish me well
And keep me up to date on all the old news

Sometimes I have an old whiskey
And I fall asleep in my chair
And I dream that I'm a man
Much younger than I am
I bet you'd think by now that I wouldn't care

But I love life, I'd like to do it again
Though I might not be much more than I've ever been
Just to have the chance to turn back the hands
And let my life begin
Oh yeah, I'd like to do it again

It's time for takin' it easy
It's time for takin' it slow
Old bones don't move so fast
As they did once in the past
Now if I have to run, I simply don't go

But I love life, I'd like to live it again
Though I might not be much more than I've ever been
Just to have the chance to turn back the hands
And let my life begin
Oh yeah, I'd like to do it again

Oh yeah, I'd like to do it again

Más De Una Vez
Composer(s): Silvio Rodríguez
Performer(s): Silvio Rodríguez



Más de una vez me han echado a la calle
por reír donde debo estar llorando
por llorar donde debo estar riendo
por callar donde debo estar hablando
por hablar donde debo estar callado
por hablar en voz baja de la fe
por hablar en voz alta del amor

Más de una vez al año hago
algo que no se puede hacer
pateo una piedra, levanto polvo
que da deseos de toser
Me lleno entonces de optimismo
algo solamente quiero hablar
pero la piedra me cae encima
y nunca puedo terminar

Más de una vez me han echado a la calle
por no sentir respeto por las flores
por derramar comida en los manteles
por darle de mi alcohol a algunos niños
por desnudar de prisa a mis mujeres
Más de una vez no tengo diversión
más de una vez no tengo invitación

Más de una vez al año hago
algo que no se puede hacer
pateo una piedra, levanto polvo
que da deseos de toser
Me lleno entonces de optimismo
algo solamente quiero hablar
pero la piedra me cae encima
y nunca puedo terminar

Más de una vez me han echado a la calle
por correr donde duermen los enfermos
por fumar en los palcos del teatro
por hacerle una mueca a mi maestro
por llevar la cicuta en el bolsillo
desde que iba al colegio con un perro
desde que me rompían la cabeza
por hablar demasiado del horror
y decirle asesino a un pescador

Más de una vez al año hago
algo que no se puede hacer
pateo una piedra, levanto polvo
que da deseos de toser
Me lleno entonces de optimismo
algo solamente quiero hablar
pero la piedra me cae encima
y nunca puedo terminar

Old Black Joe
Composer(s): Stephen Foster
Performer(s): Van Morrison;
and various other artists



Gone are the days
When my heart was young and gay
Gone are toils
Of the cotton fields away
Gone to the fields
Of a better land, I know
I hear those gentle voices callin' me
Old black Joe

I'm comin', I'm comin'
Though my head is bendin' low
I hear those gentle voices calling
Old black Joe

I'm comin' home (I'm comin' home)
Well, I'm comin' home (I'm comin' home)
Though my head (my head, my head is bendin' low)
I hear those gentle voices calling
Old black Joe

Gone are the days
When my heart was young and gay

Gone are the toils of the cotton fields, away
Gone to the fields of a better land I know
I hear those gentle voices calling
Old black Joe

I'm comin' home (I'm comin' home)
Oh, an' I'm comin' home (I'm comin' home)
Well oh well, my head (my head) is bendin' low
I hear those gentle voices calling
Old black Joe

I'm comin' home (I'm comin' home)
Oh, an' I'm comin' home (I'm comin' home)
Can ya see my head (my head) is bendin' low
I hear those gentle voices calling
Old black Joe

Old black Joe

Old black Joe

Más Allá Del Amor
Performer(s): Luis Eduardo Aute



Todo lo que se me ocurre
es decirte que lo siento
que no sé lo que me pasa
que es ridículo todo esto
que me muero de vergüenza
que quisiera estar muy lejos
para no ver esa calma
resignada de tu gesto

Te deseo de tal forma
y desde hace tanto tiempo
que al tocarte con mis manos
atravieso por un sueño
que me traba la cabeza
como un nudo, como un freno
como un muro transparente
que me impide amar tu cuerpo

Más que un deseo
eres una obsesión
un espejismo
más allá del amor

Tantas veces he soñado
el instante de este encuentro
tantas veces me deshice
ocupándote por dentro
tantas veces he sentido
la marea de tu sexo
que esta vez que no es mentira
me parece que no es cierto

No contento con el fracaso
me permito aún el exceso
de aburrirte hasta el hastío
con mis tópicos pretextos
Para qué tanta teoría
si está claro como el fuego...
Aquí estás, desnuda, abierta
esperando y... despierto

Más que un deseo
eres una obsesión
un espejismo
más allá del amor

Old
Composer(s): Paul Simon
Performer(s): Paul Simon



The first time I heard "Peggy Sue"
I was 12 years old
Russians up in rocket ships
and the war was cold
now many wars have come and gone
Genocide still goes on
Buddy Holly still goes on
but his catalog was sold

First time I smoked
guess what - paranoid
First time I heard "Satisfaction"
I was young and unemployed
Down the decades every year
Summer leaves and my birthday's here
And all my friends stand up and cheer
And say man you're old
Getting old
Old
Getting old

We celebrate the birth of Jesus on Christmas day
And Buddah found Nirvana along the Lotus Way
About 1,500 years ago the messenger Mohammed spoke
And his wisdome like a river flowed
Through hills of gold
Wisdom is old
The Koran is old
The Bible's
Greatest story ever told

Disagreements?
Work 'em out

The human race walked the Earth for 2.7 million
And we estimate the universe about 13-14 billion
When all these numbers tumble into your imagination
Consider that the Lord was there beefore creation
God is old
We're not old
God is old
He made the mold

Take your clothes off
Adam and Eve

Mas Alla De Todo
Performer(s): Fernando Ubiergo



Yo te buscaré
te cantaré
desde la Tierra
Tu me mostrarás
un camino
en las estrellas
Hoy pude entender
que para ver
hay otros ojos
Con el corazón
se puede ver
más allá de todo

Yo te buscaré
te cantaré
desde la Tierra
Tu me enseñarás
un camino
en las estrellas

....quien, me dibuja un bozal
para ponerle a mi cordero
el cordero se quiere comer
la única flor que hay en mi huerto...

Ol' McDonald
Composer(s): Keith; Spence; Bergman
Performer(s): Frank Sinatra



Ol' MacDonald had a farm, ee-yi-ee-yi-ooo
And on this farm there was a chick 
the purdiest chick I know
With a little curve here and a little curve there
This chick she had curves everywhere
Ol' MacDonald had a farm, ee-yi-ee-yi-ooo

And, oh, this chick she had a walk, ee-yi-ee-yi-ooo
And how this walk would drive 'em wild, swingin' to and fro
With a little wiggle here and a little wiggle there
Man this chicks had wiggles to spare
Ol' Macdonald had a farm, ee-yi-ee-yi-ooo

When she went walkin' in the town, ee-yi-ee-yi-ooo
the local gentry popped their eyes, tarnation, what a show
With a gol dang here and a gosh darn there
Heaven's to Betsy, I do declare!
Ol' Macdonald had a farm, ee-yi-ee-yi-ooo

There was a barn dance saturday night, ee-yi-ee-yi-ooo
And the fellas came from miles around just to see her do-see-do
With a promenade here and a promenade there
At a square dance boy, this chick was no square
Ol' Macdonald had a farm, ee-yi-ee-yi-ooo

I used to be a travelin' man, eeeee-yi-ooo
Until I hit MacDonald's place things were mighty slow
With a little chick here and a little chick there
I didn't have a real chick anywhere
Ol' Macdonald had a farm, ee-yi-ee-yi-ooo

This farmer's daughter knocked me out, ee-yi-ee-yi-ooo
(Ah -hah!) 
I asked Macdonald for her hand and Pappy hollered: "go" 
With a little curve here and a little curve there
A goll dang here and a gosh darn there
A do-see-do here and a promenade there 
Got my own private county fair
That Ol' Macdonald had a farm, ee-yi-oo ii-ooooooo

Más Allá (Al Di La)	
Composer(s): Mogol; Donida; M. Molina; Montes
Performer(s): Javier Solís



Más allá de lo bello y precioso estás tú 
Estás tú
Más allá del sueño pretencioso estás tú 
Estás tú
Más allá de la luna más bella y el temblar de una estrella
estás tú más allá, estás tú amor, en mí estás más allá

Más allá del mar en lo profundo estás tú, Estás tú
Más allá del límite del mundo estás tú, Estás tú
Más allá de la vida infinita más allá de la muerte
estás tú más allá, más allá del final

Estás tú
Estás tú

Más allá de la luna más bella y el temblar de una estrella
estás tú más allá, estás tú amor, en mí estás más allá

Estás tú
Estás tú

Más allá de la vida infinita más allá de la muerte
estás tú más allá, más allá del final

Ol' Man River
Composer(s): Jerome Kern; Oscar Hammerstein II
Performer(s): Bing Crosby;
and various other artists



Ol' man river, that ol' man river
He must know somethin', but he don't say nothin'
He just keeps rollin'
He keeps on rollin' along

He don't plant taters, he don't plant cotton
An' them that plants' 'em is soon forgotten
But ol' man river
He just keeps rollin' along

You an' me, we sweat an' strain
Body all achin' and wracked with pain
Tote that barge! Lift that bale!
You get a little drunk an' you land in jail

I get weary and sick of tryin'
I'm tired of livin' and scared of dyin'
But ol' man river
He just keeps rollin' along