Mattinata
Composer(s): Ruggero Leoncavallo
Performer(s): Luciano Pavarotti
and various other artists



L’aurora di bianco vestita
Già l’uscio dischiude al gran sol
Di già con le rosee sue dita
Carezza de’ fiori lo stuol!
Commosso da un fremito arcano
Intorno il creato già par
E tu non ti desti, ed invano
Mi sto qui dolente a cantar

Metti anche tu la veste bianca
E schiudi l’uscio al tuo cantor!
Ove non sei la luce manca
Ove tu sei nasce l’amor

Ove non sei la luce manca
Ove tu sei nasce l’amor

Old Paint
(Traditional)
Performer(s): Linda Ronstadt;
and various other artists



I ride an old paint
I lead an old dam
I'm going to Montana
To throw a houlihan
They feed in the coolies
They water in the draw
Their tails are all matted
Their backs are all raw

Ride around
Ride around real slow
The fiery and the snuffy are raring to go

Old Bill Brown
Had a daughter and a son
One went to Denver
And the other went wrong
His wife she died in a poolroom fight
And still he keeps singing from morning til night

Ride around
Ride around real slow
Well the fiery and the snuffy are raring to go

Well when I die
Take my saddle from the wall
Put it on my pony
And lead him from his stall
Tie my bones to his back
Turn our faces to the west
And we'll ride the prairie
That we like the best

Ride around
Ride around real slow
Well the fiery and the snuffy are raring to go

Ride around
Ride around real slow
Well the fiery and the snuffy are raring to go

Matthew And Son
Composer(s): Cat Stevens
Performer(s): Cat Stevens
and various other artists



Up at eight, you can't be late 
for Matthew & Son, he won't wait

Watch them run down to platform one 
And the eight-thirty train to Matthew & Son

Matthew & Son, the work's never done, there's always something new
The files in your head, you take them to bed, you're never ever through
And they've been working all day, all day, all day! 

There's a five minute break and that's all you take
for a cup of cold coffee and a piece of cake

Matthew & Son, the work's never done, there's always something new
The files in your head, you take them to bed, you're never ever through
And they've been working all day, all day, all day! 

He's got people who've been working for fifty years 
No one asks for more money cuz nobody cares 
Even though they're pretty low and their rent's in arrears 

Matthew & Son, Matthew & Son, Matthew & Son, Matthew & Son
And they've been working all day, all day, all day!

Old New Hampshire
Composer(s): Dr. John F. Holmes; Maurice Hoffmann



With a skill that knows no measure
From the golden store of Fate 
God, in His great love and wisdom 
Made the rugged Granite State
Made the lakes, the fields, the forests
Made the Rivers and the rills
Made the bubbling, crystal fountains 
Of New Hampshire's Granite Hills 

Refrain: 

Old New Hampshire, Old New Hampshire 
Old New Hampshire Grand and Great 
We will sing of Old New Hampshire
Of the dear old Granite State 

Builded he New Hampshire glorious 
From the borders to the sea
And with matchless charm and splendor 
Blessed her for eternity
Hers, the majesty of mountain
Hers, the grandeur of the lake
Hers, the truth as from the hillside 
Whence her crystal waters break 

Refrain

Matt Hyland
(Traditional)
Performer(s): Dubliners
and various other artists



There was a lord who lived in this town
Who had a lovely and handsome daughter
She was courted by a fine young man
Who was a servan to her father
And when her parents came to know
They swore they'd ban him from the island
The maid she swore that heart would break
Had she to part with young Matt Hyland

So straight away to her love she goes
Into his room to awake him
Saying arise my love and go away
This very night you will be taken
I overheard my parents say
Inspite of me they will transport you
So arise my love and go away
I wish to God I'd gone before you

They both sat down up on the bed
Just for the side of one half hour
And not a word by either said
As down their cheeks the tears did shower
She laid her hand up an his breast
Around his neck her arms entwined
Not a duke nor lord nor an earl I'll wed
I'll wait for you my own Matt Hyland

The lord discoursed with her daughter fair
One night alone in her chamber
Saying we'll give you leave for to bring him back
Since there's no one can win your favour
She wrote a letter then in haste
Her heart for him was still repining
They brought him back to the church they went
And made a lord of young Matt Hyland

Old Man Roller
Composer(s): Peter Hesslein; James Hopkins-Harrison
Performer(s): Lucifer's Friend



You had better watch out yeh 
when this cat is around he's motorbike child
he just takes to the road
a riding chicken alone
man I tell you he's wild
With his hair greased back 
he hits the track 
be it town or freeway 
he rides speedway
old man roller just gets going - yeh 
Rock an rollin' giving everything he got 
When he's dancin'he rocks around the clock 
just a rollin' his everything in life is rock'n roll 
rock and rollin' he twists the night away 
got a joke box and rock is all it 
plays just a rollin'he doesn't have a care 
just rock'n roll 
He still lives in the fifties, yeh 
it seems that the times went and left him behind 
everytime he's in town the people gather around 
think he's out of his mind 

He really doesn't give a damn 
what people think of him 
they call him old man roller 
they laugh behind his shoulder 
they call him old man roller 
rock and rollin', rock and rollin'

Matrimony
Composer(s): Gilbert O'Sullivan
Performer(s): Gilbert O'Sullivan;
Dutch Swing College Band; Ray Hamilton



I´ve no wish to hurry you luv
But have you seen the time
It´s quarter to ten and we´re supposed to be there
At nine
I don´t think the registrar
Will be very pleased
When we show up an hour late
Like two frozen peas
Both now facing for the first time
Presently and past
Something that begins with M
And ends in alas
More than not complete disaster
Even from the start
What could it be...
It´s Matrimony
I know how you´ve dreamt about
Being walk down the aisle
But think of the money we´ll save
And you´ll see it´s worthwhile
It won´t please our mums and dads
But they don´t even know
Besides if they did what´s the betting
They wouldn´t even go
You and me are all that matters
Disregard the rest
Trust your soon to be the old man
He knows what is best
Very shortly now there´s going to be
An answer from you
Then one from me
That´s matrimony
I´m truly grateful for the little things in life
That have made me so glad
Every other hour that I spend with you
Is not in the least bit sad
Quite the opposite in fact
And if you don´t believe me
Here´s the proof
Ask me if I and I´ll say "Aye, I do"
Marriage - the joining together of the two people
For better or for worse till death them do part
Olé!

Old Man Mose
Composer(s): Louis Armstrong; Zilner Randolph
Performer(s): Louis Armstrong;
and various other artists



Now one time there lived an old man
With a very crooked nose
He lived inside a log hut
and they called him ol' man Mose
One dark and dreary morning I knocked upon his door
I didn't hear a single sound
so I ain't gonna do it no more

'cos I believe ol' man, I believe ol' man
I believe ol' man, thatol' man Mose is dead
I believe ol' man, I believe ol' man
I believe ol' man, that ol' man Mose is dead

(Now you believe) Mose kicked the bucket
(You believe) Mose kicked the bucket
(You believe) Mose kicked the bucket
(You believe he's dead)

(You believe) Mose kicked the bucket
(You believe) Mose kicked the bucket
(You believe) Mose kicked the bucket
(You believe he's dead)

Now listen here
I went round to the window
And I peeped in through the crack
Inside there was an old man
Laying flat upon his back
I thought that he was sleeping
Head hung to the floor
He didn't make a single move
So I ain't gonna do it no more

'cos I found out ol' man, I found out ol' man
yeah, I found out ol' man, ol' man Mose is dead

('cos you found out) ol' man
(you found out) ol' man
(you found out) ol' man
(you found out he's dead)

(you found out) Mose kicked the bucket
(you found out) Mose kicked the bucket
(you found out) Mose kicked the bucket
(you found out he's dead)


(you found out) Mose kicked the bucket
(you found out) Mose kicked the bucket
(you found out) Mose kickin' up daisies
(you found out he's dead)

Old Man Mose is dead

Matin
Performer(s): Georges Moustaki



Matin de rose et de jasmin
Matin d'amour et de lumière
Matin de miel et de prière
Matin comme tous les matins
Matin de soleil et d'azur
Matin de paix et d'abondance
Matin de musique et de danse
Matin qui guérit les blessures

Matin de l'oiseau et du vent
Matin comme une récompense
Matin de fortune et de chance
Matin qui naît comme un enfant
Matin sur la brume du Jardin
Matin sur la ville endormie
Sur le visage de l'ami
Matin de soie et de satin

Matin de la première nuit
Matin qui réveille la terre
Matin banal et légendaire
Matin de ce bel aujourd'hui
Matin de rose et de jasmin
Matin d'amour et de lumières

Je t'attendais depuis hier
Je t'attendrai jusqu'à demain
{x5}

Old Man Emu
Composer(s): John Williamson
Performer(s): John Williamson; The Wiggles



Let me tell you of an interview with an Old Man Emu
He's got a beak and feathers and things
But the poor old fella ain't got no wings
Aren't you jealous of the wedge-tail eagle?
Oom-ba-da-liddle-da-da-da
"While the eagle's flying round and round
I keep my two feet firmly on the ground
Now, I can't fly, but I'm telling you
I can run the pants of a kangaroo"
Ba-da-da-da-doo-do-doo-doo-da-doo-da-doo-doo
He can't fly, but I'm telling you
He can run the pants of a kangaroo

Well he was the model for the fifty cents
Oom-ba-da-liddle-da-da-da
The designer should have had more sense
Oom-ba-da-liddle-da-da-da
"If you take a look, it'll prove to you
I ran the pants off that kangaroo"
Ba-da-doo-doo-da-doo-doo-doo, doo-da-doo-da-doo-doo
Take a look it'll prove to you
He ran the pants off the kangaroo

You can't loop the loop like a cockatoo
Oom-ba-da-liddle-da-da-da
Swoop and toss like an albatross
Oom-ba-da-liddle-da-da-da
"You silly galah, I'm better by far
Than a white cockatoo or a budgerigar
They squeak and squawk and try to talk
Why me and them's like cheese and chalk"
Ba-da-doo-doo-da-doo-doo-doo, doo-da-doo-da-doo-doo
He can't fly but I'm telling you
He can run the pants off a kangaroo

Well the last time I saw Old Man Emu
Oom-ba-da-liddle-da-da-da
He was chasing a female he knew
Oom-ba-da-liddle-da-da-da
As he shot past I heard him say
"She can't fly, but I'm telling you
She could run the pants off a kangaroo"
Ba-da-doo-doo-da-doo-doo-doo, doo-da-doo-da-doo-doo
She can't fly but I'm telling you
She could run the pants of a kangaroo

Well there is a moral to this ditty
Oom-ba-da-liddle-da-da-da
Thrush can sing but he ain't pretty
Oom-ba-da-liddle-da-da-da
Duck can swim, but he can't sing
Nor can the eagle on the wing
Emu can't fly, but I'm telling you
He can run the pants off a kangaroo

Well the kookaburra laughed and said "It's true"
Oom-ba-da-liddle-da-da-da
"Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-hoo
He can run the pants off a kangaroo
Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha, ha-ha-ha-ha-ha"

Matilda, Matilda  
Performer(s): Robert Mitchum



Matilda Matilda

Matilda, she take me money and run Venezuela
Five hundred dollars was the cost
It was to buy a cart and horse
Matilda, she take me money and run Venezuela

Everybody - Matilda Matilda
Matilda, she take me money and run Venezuela
Once again now – Matilda Matilda
Matilda, she take me money and run Venezuela

Well, the money was just inside me bed
Stuck in the pillow beneath me head
Don’t you know that
Matilda, she take me money and run Venezuela

Everybody - Matilda Matilda
Matilda, she take me money and run Venezuela
From the corner - Matilda Matilda
Matilda, she take me money and run Venezuela

Well, me friends I’m never gonna love again
All the money gone in vain
Matilda, she grabbed me money and run Venezuela
She’s a grabber!

Matilda Matilda, 
Matilda, she take me money and run Venezuela

Once again now
Matilda Matilda
Matilda, she take me money and run Venezuela
For the last time
Matilda Matilda, she take me money and run Venezuela

Old Man
Composer(s): Neil Young
Performer(s): Neil Young



Old man look at my life
I'm a lot like you were 
Old man look at my life 
I'm a lot like you were 

Old man look at my life 
Twenty four and there's so much more 
Live alone in a paradise 
That makes me think of two

Love lost, such a cost
Give me things that don't get lost
Like a coin that won't get tossed 
Rolling home to you

Old man take a look at my life I'm a lot like you 
I need someone to love me the whole day through 
Ah, one look in my eyes and you can tell that's true

Lullabies, look in your eyes
Run around the same old town 
Doesn't mean that much to me 
To mean that much to you

I've been first and last 
Look at how the time goes past
But I'm all alone at last
Rolling home to you

Old man take a look at my life I'm a lot like you 
I need someone to love me the whole day through 
Ah, one look in my eyes and you can tell that's true

Old man look at my life
I'm a lot like you were
Old man look at my life 
I'm a lot like you were

Matilda Mother
Composer(s): Syd Barrett
Originally performed by: Pink Floyd 
Covered by various other artists



There was a king who ruled the land
His majesty was in command
With silver eyes the scarlet eagle
Showers silver on the people
Oh Mother, tell me more
Why'd'ya have to leave me there
Hanging in my infant air
Waiting?
You only have to read the lines
They're scribbly black and everything shines
Across the stream with wooden shoes
With bells to tell the king the news
A thousand misty riders climb up
Higher once upon a time
Wandering and dreaming
The words have different meaning
Yes they did
For all the time spent in that room
The doll's house, darkness, old perfume
And fairy sories held me high on
Clouds of sunlight floating by
Oh Mother, tell me more
Tell me more
Aaaaaaaah
Aaaaaaaah
Aaaaaaaah

Old King Cole
(Traditional)



Now Old King Cole was a merry old soul and a merry old soul was he
He called for is pipe in the middle of the night 
and he called for his Gunners three

Beer Beer Beer said the Gunners
Merry merry men are we
There's none so fair as can compare with the Royal Artillery

Now Old King Cole was a merry old soul and a merry old soul was he
He called for is pipe in the middle of the night 
and he called for his Bombardiers three

Bubble Line Level Line Bubble said the Bombardier
Beer Beer Beer said the Gunners
Merry merry men are we
There's none so fair as can compare with the Royal Artillery

Now Old King Cole was a merry old soul and a merry old soul was he
He called for is pipe in the middle of the night 
and he called for his Sergeants three

Move to the right in Threes said the Sergeant
Bubble Line Level Line Bubble said the Bombardier
Beer Beer Beer said the Gunners
Merry merry men are we
There's none so fair as can compare with the Royal Artillery

Now Old King Cole was a merry old soul and a merry old soul was he
He called for is pipe in the middle of the night 
and he called for his Sar-Majors three

Charge that man said the Sergeant Major
Move to the right in Threes said the Sergeant
Bubble Line Level Line Bubble said the Bombardier
Beer Beer Beer said the Gunners
Merry merry men are we
There's none so fair as can compare with the Royal Artillery

Now Old King Cole was a merry old soul and a merry old soul was he
He called for is pipe in the middle of the night 
and he called for his Subalterns three

I do all the work said the Subaltern
Charge that man said the Sergeant Major
Move to the right in Threes said the Sergeant
Bubble Line Level Line Bubble said the Bombardier
Beer Beer Beer said the Gunners
Merry merry men are we
There's none so fair as can compare with the Royal Artillery

Now Old King Cole was a merry old soul and a merry old soul was he
He called for is pipe in the middle of the night 
and he called for his Captains three

When do I get my leave said the Captain
I do all the work said the Subaltern
Charge that man said the Sergeant Major
Move to the right in Threes said the Sergeant
Bubble Line Level Line Bubble said the Bombardier
Beer Beer Beer said the Gunners
Merry merry men are we
There's none so fair as can compare with the Royal Artillery

Now Old King Cole was a merry old soul and a merry old soul was he
He called for is pipe in the middle of the night 
and he called for his Majors three

Where have you put my Guns said the Major?
When do I get my leave said the Captain
I do all the work said the Subaltern
Charge that man said the Sergeant Major
Move to the right in Threes said the Sergeant
Bubble Line Level Line Bubble said the Bombardier
Beer Beer Beer said the Gunners
Merry merry men are we
There's none so fair as can compare with the Royal Artillery

Now Old King Cole was a merry old soul and a merry old soul was he
He called for is pipe in the middle of the night 
and he called for his Colonels three

Blah, Blah, Blah said the Colonel
Where have you put my Guns said the Major?
When do I get my leave said the Captain
I do all the work said the Subaltern
Charge that man said the Sergeant Major
Move to the right in Threes said the Sergeant
Bubble Line Level Line Bubble said the Bombardier
Beer Beer Beer said the Gunners
Merry merry men are we
There's none so fair as can compare with the Royal Artillery

Now Old King Cole was a merry old soul and a merry old soul was he
He called for is pipe in the middle of the night 
and he called for his Padres three

God save our gracious Queen said the Padre
Blah, Blah, Blah said the Colonel
Where have you put my Guns said the Major?
When do I get my leave said the Captain
I do all the work said the Subaltern
Charge that man said the Sergeant Major
Move to the right in Threes said the Sergeant
Bubble Line Level Line Bubble said the Bombardier
Beer Beer Beer said the Gunners
Merry merry men are we
There's none so fair as can compare with the Royal Artillery

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As performed by Harry Belafonte:



Old King Cole was a merry old soul
And a merry old soul was he
Called for his pipe
And he called for his bowl
And he called for his privates three

"Beer, beer, beer", said the privates
Merry men are we
There's none so fair as can compare
With the Fighting Infantry

Old King Cole was a merry old soul
And a merry old soul was he
Called for his pipe
And he called for his bowl
And he called for his corporals three

Hup two said the corporals
Beer, beer, beer said the privates
Merry men are we
There's none so fair as can compare
With the Fighting Infantry

Old King Cole was a merry old soul
And a merry old soul was he
Called for his pipe
And he called for his bowl
And he called for his sergeants three

Yeahhhhh, said the sergeants
Hup two said the corporals
Beer, beer, beer said the privates
Merry men are we
There's none so fair as can compare
With the Fighting Infantry

Old King Cole was a merry old soul
And a merry old soul was he
Called for his pipe
And he called for his bowl

And he called for his shavetails three

We do all the work said the shavetails
Yeahhhh, said the sergeants
March you dump watch said the corporals
Beer, beer, beer said the privates
Merry men are we
There's none so fair as can compare
With the Fighting Infantry

Old King Cole was a merry old soul
And a merry old soul was he
Called for his pipe
And he called for his bowl
And he called for his captains three

Oh don't be late for the dance said the captains
We do all the work, said the shavetails
Yeahhhhh said the sergeants
March to the guardhouse said the corporals
Beer, beer, beer said the privates
Merry men are we
There's none so fair as can compare
With the Fighting Infantry

Old King Cole was a merry old soul
And a merry old soul was he
Called for his pipe
And he called for his bowl
And he called for his chaplains three

Oh what a bloody mess, amen amen hallelujah
Oh don't be late for the dance, said the captains
We do all the work, said the shavetails
Yeahhhh said the sergeants
Put it in a bucket said the corporals
Beer, beer, beer said the privates
Merry men are we
There's none so fair as can compare
With the Fighting Infantry

Old King Cole was a merry old soul
And a merry old soul was he
Called for his pipe
And he called for his bowl
And he called for his colonels three

Oh what a lovely war, said the colonels
Oh what a bloody mess, amen, amen hallelujah
Oh don't be late for the dance said the captains
We do al the work said the shavetails
Yeahhhhh said the sergeants
March to the end said the corporals
Beer, beer, beer said the privates
Merry men are we
There's none so fair as can compare
With the Fighting Infantry

Old King Cole was a merry old soul
And a merry old soul was he
Called for his pipe
And he called for his bowl
And he called for his generals three

Thuh, thuh, Oh come on fellahs, give a fellah break,
Uh what's my next command said the generals
Oh what a lovely war said the colonels
Oh what a bloody mess, amen,
Oh what a bloody mess said the captains
Oh what a bloody mess, said the shavetails
Oh what a bloody mess, said the sergeants
Oh what a bloody mess said the sergeants
Beer, beer, beer said the privates
Merry men are we
There's none so fair as can compare
With the Fighting Infantry

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Mathilde
Composer(s): Jacques Brel; Gérard Jouannest
Originally performed by: Jacques Brel
Covered by various other artists



Ma mère voici le temps venu
D'aller prier pour mon salut
Mathilde est revenue
Bougnat tu peux garder ton vin
Ce soir je boirai mon chagrin
Mathilde est revenue
Toi la servante toi la Maria
Vaudrait peut-être mieux changer nos draps
Mathilde est revenue
Mes amis ne me laissez pas
Ce soir je repars au combat
Maudite Mathilde puisque te v'là

Mon cœur mon cœur ne t'emballe pas
Fais comme si tu ne savais pas
Que la Mathilde est revenue
Mon cœur arrête de répéter
Qu'elle est plus belle qu'avant l'été
La Mathilde qui est revenue
Mon cœur arrête de bringuebaler
Souviens-toi qu'elle t'a déchiré
La Mathilde qui est revenue
Mes amis ne me laissez pas
Dites-moi dites-moi qu'il ne faut pas
Maudite Mathilde puisque te v'là

Et vous mes mains restez tranquilles
C'est un chien qui nous revient de la ville
Mathilde est revenue
Et vous mes mains ne frappez pas
Tout ça ne vous regarde pas
Mathilde est revenue
Et vous mes mains ne tremblez plus
Souvenez-vous quand je vous pleurais dessus
Mathilde est revenue
Vous mes mains ne vous ouvrez pas
Vous mes bras ne vous tendez pas
Sacrée Mathilde puisque te v'là

Ma mère arrête tes prières
Ton Jacques retourne en enfer
Mathilde m'est revenue
Bougnat apporte-nous du vin
Celui des noces et des festins
Mathilde m'est revenue
Toi la servante toi la Maria
Va tendre mon grand lit de draps
Mathilde m'est revenue
Amis ne comptez plus sur moi
Je crache au ciel encore une fois
Ma belle Mathilde puisque te v'là te v'là

Old Home Filler-Up 
An' Keep On A-Truckin' Café
Composer(s): Bill Fries; Chip Davis
Performer(s): C.W. McCall



Well interstate eighty we was cuttin' the fog 
Just me an' old Sloan, Old Sloan's my dog 
We had an eighteen wheeler with a ten on the floor an' a stereo, layin' a strip 
Then we spied a sign says eat'n gas now 
We decided to whip in an' pick up some chow 
At the Old Home Filler-up an' Keep On a-Truckin' Café 

(Oh the Old Home Filler-up an' Keep On a-Truckin' 
Oh the Old Home Filler-up) - A lookin' for Mavis 
(The Old Home Filler-up an' Keep On a-Truckin Café) 

Now we been every place between here an' South Sioux 
An' we've seen us a truck stop waitress or two 
But this gal's built like a burlap bag full of wildcats, she's got it together 
Well she filled my tank, I says thank you honey 
Her name is Mavis, I gave her the money 
Old Sloan just set there a watchin' an' waggin' an whooshin' 

I says you wait in the truck boy 

Well we went inside, she said "what'll it be" 
I says a cup of yer best and a number three 
She come back with an order to go, an' a quart of hot C, and a bone for Sloan 
I said much obliged, old Sloan give a bark 
I left her a buck, an' he left his heart 
At the Old Home Filler-up an' Keep On a-Truckin' Café 

(Oh the Old Home Filler-up an' Keep On a-Truckin' 
Oh the Old Home Filler-up an' Keep On a-Truckin' 
Oh the Old Home Filler-up an' Keep On a-Truckin' Café)

Well Saturday night an' we was truckin' along 
Yeah me an' old Sloan was a getting' it on 
I said Sloan, I been a thinkin' on-a getting' up my courage and tonight's the night 
Well I popped the clutch, gave the tranny a spin 
Took the Beebetown ramp, and slid on in 
To the Old Home Filler-up an' Keep On a-Truckin' Café 

(Oh the Old Home Filler-up an' Keep On a-Truckin' 
Oh the Old Home Filler-up -) It never closes 
(Oh the Old Home Filler-up an' Keep On a-Truckin' Café) 

Well I got me a stool, took a load off my shoes 
Made Mavis an offer that she couldn't refuse 
I says how'd ya like to go for a ride with me an' old Sloan, I just had my truck washed 
She allowed as how it sounded like a whole lotta fun 
But we was gonna have to wait until the dishes was done 
And was it all right with me if she brought along her mother as a chaperone 

I said why not... 

Well we geared that tranny into super low 
And the four of us went to see a picture show 
Yeah I took 'em to the drive in theater over by Pisgah, to see True Grit 
Saw the late late show, old Sloan hit the sack 
And then along about two o'clock I hauled 'em on back 
To the Old Home Filler-up an' Keep On a-Truckin' Café 

(Oh the Old Home Filler-up an' Keep On a-Truckin' 
Oh the Old Home Filler-up an' Keep On a-Truckin' 
Oh the Old Home Filler-up an' Keep On a-Truckin' Café) 

Eight stools an' a promise... 

(Oh the Old Home Filler-up an' Keep On a-Truckin' 
Oh the Old Home Filler-up an' Keep On a-Truckin' 
Oh the Old Home Filler-up an' Keep On a-Truckin' Café) 

They got 'em a real nice place there

Mathilda
Composer(s): Francis Lemarque; Marie Cowan
Performer(s): Yves Montand



Le vent du passé me murmure un conte effacé
Eveillant mes amours fanées
Valse du souvenir, mélodie des désirs oubliés
Quand vous dansiez Mathilda, pour moi
Valsez Mathilda
Valsez Mathilda
Charmant fantôme de mes jours fleuris
Tourbillon parfumé
En valsant vous étiez si jolie
Quand vous dansiez Mathilda, pour moi

Comme un vent léger qui passe et ne revient jamais
En souriant m'avez quitté
J'ai retrouvé ce soir le chemin des Espoirs envolés
Quand vous dansiez Mathilda, pour moi
Où êtes-vous Mathilda?
Où êtes-vous Mathilda?
Où dansez-vous Mathilda, sans moi?
Si jolie vous étiez
Hélas ! Jamais plus ne me reviendrez
Quand vous dansiez Mathilda, pour moi

Si jolie vous étiez
Hélas! Jamais plus ne me reviendrez
Quand vous dansiez Mathilda, pour moi

Old Hippie
Composer(s): David Bellamy
Performer(s): The Bellamy Brothers



He turned thirty-five last Sunday
In his hair he found some gray
But he still ain't changed his lifestyle
He likes it better the old way
So he grows a little garden in the back yard by the fence
He's consuming what he's growing nowadays in self defense
He get's out there in the twilight zone
Sometimes when it just don't make no sense

He gets off on country music
Cause disco left him cold
He's got young friends into new wave
Buts he's just too friggin old
And he dreams at night of Woodstock
And the day John Lennon died
How the music made him happy
And the silence made him cry
Yea he thinks of John sometimes
And he has to wonder why

Chorus:
He's an old hippie
And he don't know what to do
Should he hang on to the old
Should he grab on to the new
He's an old hippie
His new life is just a bust
He ain't trying to change nobody
He just trying real hard to adjust

He was sure back in the sixties
That everyone was hip
Then they sent him off to Vietnam
On his senior trip
And they forced him to become a man
While he was still a boy
And in each wave of tragedy
He waited for the joy
Now this world may change around him
But he just can't change no more

Chorus

Well he stays away a lot now
From the parties and the clubs
And he's thinking while he's joggin' 'round
Sure is glad he quit the hard drugs
Cause him and his kind get more endangered everyday
And pretty soon the species
Will just up and fade away
Like the smoke from that torpedo
Just up and fade away

Mathilda
Composer(s): George Khoury; Huey Thierry
Originally performed by: Cookie & the Cupcakes
Covered by various other artists



My love for you will always be
Just a faded memory
Yes I've cried and cried for you
Yes no matter what you do
You gave me love when there was none
You know you're the only one
Yes I've cried and cried in vain
I want my baby back again
Mathilda I've cried and cried for you
Oh no matter what you do
Yes I've cried and cried in vain
I want my baby back again
Piano Solo
Oh Mathilda I've cried and cried for you
Oh darlin' it don't matter what you do
Yes I've cried and cried in vain
Lord I wan't my baby back again
Come on home baby!

Old Friends
Composer(s): Paul Simon
Performer(s): Simon & Garfunkel;
and various other artists



Old friends, old friends
Sat on their parkbench like bookends 
A newspaper blown through the grass 
Falls on the round toes 
of the high shoes of the old friends 
Old friends, winter companions, the old men 
Lost in their overcoats, waiting for the sunset 
The sounds of the city sifting through trees 
Settle like dust on the shoulders of the old friends

Can you imagine us years from today
Sharing a parkbench quietly 
How terribly strange to be seventy 

Old friends, memory brushes the same years
Silently sharing the same fears