Master Mechanic
Composer(s): Godbold; Steve Prestage; Joe Shamwell
Performer(s): Johnny Winter



Oh, you say your Caddy ain't been driven right
Oh, you say you don't want that thing idling all night
Oh, let me work on it baby–I'll fix it up for you
I'll have your motor, purring like a kitten–girl when I get through

Don't you panic, don't you know I'm a master mechanic
Oh, darling don't you panic baby, cause oh, I'm a master mechanic

Oh you say your generator ain't a working too fine
You tell me you need your front end aligned
Yeah, you don't have to worry–I'll take care of that, ha
I'll start your radiator pump steaming, I'll adjust your thermostat

Darling don't you panic, you know I'm a master mechanic
Oh darling don't panic, you know I'm a...I'm a master mechanic 
(you know what I'm talking about)

You say you ain't had a good tune-up in a long, long while
I give you good service with a smile
I'll stop all your problems, if you let me under your hood
I'll change your oil, I'll fix it up–oh, I'll lubricate it good, ah

Don't you panic, oh, I'm a master mechanic
No don't you panic, 'cause I'm a master mechanic
I'm a master mechanic

Yes, and if you let me under your hood, baby–I'm gonna show you what I can do
Yeah
Yeah, I'm gonna fix your generator
Yeah, I'm gonna tune up that engine for you too

Put some acid in your battery
Put some air in your spare
I'm gonna get sassy with your chassis
You know what I'm talking about, honey

Old Dirt Road
Composer(s): John Lennon; Harry Nilsson
Performer(s): John Lennon; Harry Nilsson



Ain't no people on the old dirt road
No more weather on the old dirt road
But it's better than a mudslide, mama
When the dry spell comes, yeah
Oh, oh, oh, oh, old dirt road

There ain't no difference on the old dirt road
Tarred and feathered on the old dirt road
It's like trying to shovel smoke
With a pitchfork in the wind, yeah

Breezin' through the desert on a hot summer day
I saw a human being lazy bonin' out in the hay
I said, "Hey, Mister Human, can you 'Rainmaker' too?"
He said, "I guess it's okay"
You know the only thing I need is water
Cool, clear water

Ain't no people on the old dirt road
No more weather on the old dirt road
But it's better than a mudslide, mama
When the morning comes, yeah
Oh, oh, oh, oh, old dirt road

Ain't no difference on the road
Tarred and feathered on the old dirt road
Dirt road
Dirt road
Dirt road

Master Jack
Composer(s): David Markantonatos
Performer(s): Four Jacks And A Jill



It's a strange, strange world we live in, Master Jack
You taught me all I know and I'll never look back
It's a very strange world and I thank you, Master Jack

You took a colored ribbon from out of the sky
And taught me how to use it as the years went by
To tie up all your problems and make them look neat
And then to sell them to the people in the street

It's a strange, strange world we live in, Master Jack
You taught me all I know and I'll never look back
It's a very strange world and I thank you, Master Jack

I saw right through the way you started teaching me now
So some day soon you could get to use me somehow
I thank you very much and though you've been very kind
But I'd better move along before you change my mind

It's a strange, strange world we live in, Master Jack
You know how I feel as if I'll never come back
It's a very strange world and I thank you, Master Jack

You taught me all the things the way you'd like them to be
But I'd like to see if other people agree
It's all very interesting the way you disguise
But I'd like to see the world through my own eyes

It's a strange, strange world we live in, Master Jack
No hard feelings if I never come back
You're a very strange man and I thank you, Master Jack

You're a very strange man and I thank you, Master Jack
You're a very strange man and I thank you, Master Jack

Old Devil Moon
Composer(s): Burton Lane; E.Y. "Yip" Harburg
Performer(s): Frank Sinatra



I look at you and suddenly
Something in your eyes I see
Soon begins bewitching me
It's that old devil moon
That you stole from the skies
It's that old devil moon in your eyes

You and you glance
Make this romance
Too hot to handle
Stars in the night
Blazing their light
Can't hold a candle
To your razzle-dazzle

You've got me flyin' high and wide
On a magic carpet ride
Full of butterflies inside
Wanna cry, wanna croon
Wanna laugh like a loon
It's that old devil moon in your eyes

Just when I think, I'm
Free as a dove
Old devil moon
Deep in your eyes
Blinds me with love

Massachusetts
Composer(s): Barry Gibb; Maurice Gibb; Robin Gibb
Originally performed by: Bee Gees
Covered by various other artists



Feel I'm goin' back to Massachusetts
Something's telling me I must go home
And the lights all went out in Massachusetts
The day I left her standing on her own

Tried to hitch a ride to San Francisco
Gotta do the things I wanna do
And the lights all went out in Massachusetts
They brought me back to see my way with you

Talk about the life in Massachusetts
Speak about the people I have seen
And the lights all went out in Massachusetts
And Massachusetts is one place I have seen

I will remember Massachusetts...

Old Days Old Times Old Friends
Composer(s): Ray Parker
Performer(s): Freddy Cole



Holidays when they're near
Bring back thoughts we hold dear
Of old days, of old times and old friends

With each gift that is bought
Sent with it tender thoughts
Of old days, of old times and old friends

Wishing you the best is not enough on such a day
So I pray that you
Find all in life that's bright and gay

It's that time of the year
When each heart sheds a tear
For old days, for old times and old friends

(Instrumental Breaks)

It's that time of the year
When each heart sheds a tear
For old days, for old times and old friends
For old days, for old times and old friends

Massachusetts
Composer(s): Andy Razaf; Luckey Roberts
Performer(s): Anita O'Day
and various other artists



When the porter yells Massachusetts
I'll be there with bells, Massachusetts
Homesick as can be, Massachusetts
Only place for me, Massachusetts
Got a special date
With that New England State

How my heart will knock, Massachusetts
To see Plymouth Rock, Massachusetts
Want to roam around, Massachusetts
In Nantucket town, Massachusetts
I can hardly wait
I hope the train ain't late

You can't guess how much it means for me to be there
Childhood friends and childhood scenes for me to see there

`Neath blue skies above, Massachusetts
With the one I love, Massachusetts
Just like Jack and Jill, Massachusetts
We'll climb Bunker Hill, Massachusetts
Spread the news around
I'm Massachusetts bound

As you walk to Lexington, you think of glory
When those minute men were done, they left a story

Where they speak with ee's, Massachusetts
Boston if you pleese, Massachusetts
Where they can't say can't, Massachusetts
And where Aunt meets Aunt, Massachusetts
Spread the news around
I'm Massachusetts, Massachusetts bound

Old Days
Composer(s): James Pankow
Performer(s): Chicago



Old days
Good times I remember
Fun days
Filled with simple pleasures
Drive-in movies 
Comic books and blue jeans
Howdy Doody
Baseball cards and birthdays
Please take me back
To the world gone away
Memories
Seem like yesterday

Old days
Good times I remember
Gold days
Days I'll always treasure
Funny faces
Full of love and laughter 
Funny places
Summer nights and streetcars
Take me back
To the world gone away
Our good memories
Seem like yesterday

Old days ...

Masquerade
Composer(s): Charles Hart; Andrew Lloyd Webber;
Richard Stilgoe; Mike Batt
Performer(s): Andrew Lloyd Webber



The Staircase Of The Opera House:
(A gauze half conceals the tableau of guests at the opera ball
The guests (whom we cannot yet see clearly) are in fancy dress
A peacock, a lion, a dragon, Mephistopheles, a highwayman, a clown
knights, ladies, an executioner 
M. André enters
He is dressed as a skeleton in an opera cape 
Almost immediately M. Firmin arrives
He is also dressed as a skeleton in an opera cape 
The two skeletons see each other and approach nervously)

André
M'sieur Firmin?

Firmin:
M'sieur André?
(Each raises his mask to the other 
They recognise each other)

Firmin:
Dear André, what a splendid party!

André:
The prologue to a bright new year!

Firmin:
Quite a night!
I'm impressed!

Firmin:
Well, one does one's best ...

André/Firmin: (raising their glasses)
Here's to us!

Firmin:
I must say, all the same, that it's a shame that 'Phantom' fellow isn't here!

(The gauze lifts fully to reveal the staircase of the opera house 
The opera ball begins 
Among the guests are four carrying strange percussion instruments 
a monkey with cymbals, a toy soldier with a drum, a triangle, bells 
Together they play weirdly throughout)

Chorus:
Masquerade!
Paper faces on parade ...
Masquerade!
Hide your face, so the world will never find you!
Masquerade!
Every face a different shade ...
Masquerade!
Look around, there's another mask behind you!
Flash of mauve ...
Splash of puce ...
Fool and king ...
Ghoul and goose ...
Green and black ...
Queen and priest ...
Trace of rouge ...
Face of beast ...
Faces ...
Take your turn, take a ride on the merry-go-round ...
in an inhuman race ...
Eye of gold ...
Thigh of blue ...
True is false ...
Who is who ...?
Curl of lip ...
Swirl of gown ...
Ace of hearts ...
Face of clown ...
Faces ...
Drink it in, drink it up, till you've drowned
in the light ...
in the sound ...

Raoul/Christine:
But who can name the face ...?

All:
Masquerade!
Grinning yellows, spinning reds ...
Masquerade!
Take your fill - let the spectacle astound you!
Masquerade!
Burning glances, turning heads ...
Masquerade!
Stop and stare at the sea of smiles around you!
Masquerade!
Seething shadows
breathing lies ...
Masquerade!
You can fool any friend who ever knew you!
Masquerade!
Leering satyrs, peering eyes ...
Masquerade!
Run and hide - but a face will still pursue you!

(The ensemble activity becomes background, as André, Firmin, 
Meg, Giry, Piangi and Carlotta come to the fore, glasses in hand)

Giry:
What a night

Meg:
What a crowd!

André:
Makes you glad!

Firmin:
Makes you proud!
All the creme de la creme!

Carlotta:
Watching us watching them!

Meg/Giry:
And all our fears are in the past!

André:
Six months ...

Piangi:
Of relief!

Carlotta:
Of delight!

André/Firmin:
Of Elysian peace!

Meg/Giry:
And we can breathe at last!

Carlotta:
No more notes!

Piangi:
No more ghost!

Giry:
Here's a health!

André:
Here's a toast: to a prosperous year!

Firmin:
To the new chandelier!

Piangi/Carlotta:
And may its splendour never fade!

Firmin:
Six months!

Giry:
What a joy!

Meg:
What a change!

Firmin/André:
What a blessed release!

André:
And what a masquerade!

(They clink glasses and move off 
Raoul and Christine emerge 
She is admiring a new acquisition: an engagement ring from Raoul 
which she has attached to a gold chain around her neck)

Christine:
Think of it!
A secret engagement!
Look - your future bride!
Just think of it!

Raoul:
But why is it secret?
What have we to hide?

Christine:
Please, let's not fight ...

Raoul:
Christine, you're free!

Christine:
Wait till the time is right ...

Raoul:
When will that be?
It's an engagement, not a crime!

Christine:
What are you afraid of?

Christine:
Let's not argue ...

Raoul:
Let's not argue ...

Christine:
Please pretend ...

Raoul:
I can only hope I'll ...

Christine:
You will ...

Both:
... understand
in time ...

(Dance section, in which Christine, almost coquettish almost jittery, goes from man to man 
But too many of her partners seem to be replicas of the Phantom 
and each spins her with increasing force
Eventually Raoul rescues her and holds her tightly 
He whirls her back into the dance, as the music heads towards its climax)

All:
Masquerade!
Paper faces on parade!
Masquerade!
Hide your face, so the world will never find you!
Masquerade!
Every face a different shade!
Masquerade!
Look around 
There's another mask behind you!
Masquerade!
Burning glances, turning heads ...
Masquerade!
Stop and stare at the sea of smiles around you!
Masquerade!
Grinning yellows, spinning reds ...
Masquerade!
Take your fill - let the spectacle astound you

Old Dan's Records
Composer(s): Gordon Lightfoot
Performer(s): Gordon Lightfoot; Mac Wiseman



Get out old Dan's records
Get out old Dan's records
We will dance the whole night long 
It's fun to play the old time songs 
If old Dan could see us now 
I know he'd be so proud 

Bring out old Dan's records 
Bring out old Dan's records 
I remember my Aunt Bea 
She'd dance with Dan till two or three 
If old Dan could see her now 
I know he'd shout out loud 

Dig out old Dan's records 
Bring out old Dan's records 
We're all here, we've all got dates 
We'll dance all night to the seventy-eights 
If old Dan could see us now 
I know he'd be so proud 
If old Dan was with us still 
I know he'd come around 

Get out old Dan's records 
Dig out old Dan's records 
Back to nineteen thirty-five 
The foxtrot, jitterbug and jive 
If old Dan could see us now 
I know he'd be so proud 

Get out old Dan's records 
Bring out old Dan's records 
High above the fireplace 
There's a smile on old Dan's face 
If old Dan could see us now 
I know he'd be so proud 
If old Dan was with us still 
I know he'd come around

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)