Me About You
Composer(s): Garry Bonner; Alan Gordon
Performer(s): The Turtles
and various other artists



Perhaps another time or maybe 'nother place 
Could've eased my mind, would've never seen your face 
Or heard about you 
But now you call my name and your reality 
Though it's hard to explain, I know I'll never be 
Without you 
I know nothing about you 
But I know I don't doubt your love and I know that it's real 
By God above I know I feel about you 

Got a handful of gold and a pocketful of dreams 
But a heart full of love and I know what it means 
To be without you 
Just sit by my side & share with me 
All the feelings inside and the things you see 
About you 
I know Miss Lonely will be here today 
Waiting for me; now the time is right, so hear me say 
The from now on I'll stay about you 

I know Miss Lonely will be here today 
Waiting for me; now the time is right, so hear me say 
The from now on I'll stay about you 
About you, about you, about you 

On Days Like These
Composer(s): Don Black; Quincy Jones
Performer(s): Matt Monro;
and various other artists



Questi giorni quando vieni il belle sole
la la la la la-la-la-la la la la la

On days like these when skies are blue and fields are green
I look around and think about what might have been
and then I hear sweet music float around my head
as I recall the many things we left unsaid
its on days like these that I remember
singing songs and drinking wine
while your eyes played games with mine

on days like these I wonder what became of you
maybe today you are singing songs with someone new
I'd like to think you're walking by those willow trees
remembering the love we knew on days like these
its on days like these that I remember
singing songs and drinking wine
while your eyes played games with mine

on days like these I wonder what became of you
maybe today you are singing songs with someone new

Questi giorni quando vieni il belle sole
la la la la la-la-la-la

Me (Without You)
Composer(s): Andy Gibb
Performer(s): Andy Gibb



Without you 
Stood alone on the edge of time
Out of sight but forever mine
Without you
Sometimes there's no forgetting the night
When we reached for the stars
Just to be where it's bright
But you left me behind
What a crazy goodbye

Without you 
There ain't no love at all 
And without you 
There ain't no plans at all
Without you
Ev'rything's lost to the wind
You were the love I was in 
How can I try to be me
Without you

Without you 
Watching you take the world from me
Leaving me with a memory about you 
Sometimes there's no forgetting the place
Where you told me goodbye
Like a slap in the face
Where you tore me apart
And I learned how to cry 

Without you 
There ain't no love at all 
And without you 
There ain't no plans at all
Without you
Ev'rything's lost to the wind
You were the love I was in 
How can I try to be me
Without you

How can I try to be me
Without you 
There ain't no love at all 
And without you baby
There ain't no plans at all
Girl without you
Ev'rything's lost to the wind
You were the love I was in 
How can I try to be me
Without you 

On Danse Sur Ma Chanson
Composer(s): Raymond Asso; Léo Poll
Performer(s): Edith Piaf



Ja voulu finir la chanson
Qu'au printemps j'avais commencée
Mais tu n'es plus à la maison
Et les fleurs sont tout's fanées
J'aurais dû chanter comm' les poètes
Avec de grands mots notre bel amour
Mais je n'ai pas su, ma chanson est faite
De tout petits mots, ceux de tous les jours

J'ai pris tout ce que tu disais
Amour, serment, toujours, jamais
Tendresse
Sur la splendeur de nos matins
Et sur la douceur de tes mains
Caresses
J'ai construit de beaux souvenirs
Avec le goût de mes désirs
Quand, fier de ton sourire vainqueur
Et ton regard un peu moqueur
Quand tu posais là sur mon cœur
Tes lèvres

Oui, j'ai dû, sur un vieux piano
Chercher l'air que j'aimais entendre
Et qui pleurait comme un sanglot
Mais personne n'a dû comprendre
Car cette chanson que je croyais faite
Pour chanter l'amour qui fut si doux
Je l'entends partout comme un air de fête
Et les gens ont l'air de rire de nous

Car, sur les mots qui tu disais 
Amour, serment, toujours, jamais
On danse
Sur la splendeur de nos matins
Et sur la douceur de tes mains
On danse
Sur les plus jolis souvenirs
Et sur le goût de mon désir
On danse
Et sur ton sourire vainqueur
Sur ton regard un peu moqueur
Et sur la peine de mon cœur
On danse

Puisque, sur l'air que j'aimais tant
Que tu chantais si tristement
On danse
Puisque personne n'a compris
Que, sur les mots que tu m'as dit
On danse
C'est que cet amour si profond
Ne valait pas une chanson
Je pense...
Alors, j'ai voulu t'oublier
Quelqu'un m'a appris à danser
Et maintenant sur le passé
Je danse
Je danse...

McPherson Is Rehearsin' (To Swing)
Composer(s): Marion Sunshine
Performer(s): Ella Fitzgerald; Chick Webb



 Oh McPherson is rehearsin'
And the bagpipes are reversin'
While McPherson is rehearsin' to swing
And from Edinburgh to Dundee
Every lad and every lassie
Knows McPherson is rehearsin' to swing
Och I dinna care said Sandy
If the elders now approve
I've a chick where plans are dandy
And I'm in a mellow groove
Now the bonnie bonnie lassies
With the kilties on their chassis
Have forgotten all about the highland fling
Young and old folks get together
And ther's truckin' in the heather
When McPherson is rehearsin' to swing

Och I dinna care said Sandy
If the elders now approve
I've a chick where plans are dandy
And I'm in a mellow groove
Now the bonnie bonnie lassies
With the kilties on their chassis
Have forgotten all about the highland fling
Young and old folks get together
And ther's truckin' in the heather
When McPherson is rehearsin' to swing

On Cherche Un Auguste
Composer(s): Robert Gall; Charles Dumont
Performer(s): Edith Piaf



"On cherche un Auguste"...
Pancarte en plein vent
Ecrite à la craie
On cherche un Auguste...
Je suis là devant
Sous le ciel mouillé
J'ai poussé le rideau
Du cirque en plein air
Qui fait le gros dos
Sous le vent d'hiver

On cherche un Auguste...
J'ai demandé le patron
Qui dormait au fond
Il m'a dit "C'est juste"
Rajustant son melon
"Si tu veux, causons
- Pour ce que vous cherchez
Je ferais bien votre affaire
Je connais des histoires
J'amuse les copains
J' suis un boute-en-train
Comme disait ma mère
Et puis j'aimerais bien
Voyager au loin

- On cherche un Auguste...
Mais faut pas, mon garçon
Te faire d'illusions
Car la place d'un Auguste
Comme situation
C'est pas le vrai filon
Les habits fripés
La figure blême
Les claques sur le nez
Jamais de "Je t'aime"
Pour les grands voyages
On fait dans l'année
La Lièvre et la Lier
Et pour toute fortune
T'as le clair de lune
Et les poches trouées
...Eh ! L'homme !
Ben, ne t' sauves pas comme ça..."

...On cherche un Auguste...

McNamara's Band
Composer(s): Shamus O'Connor; John J. Stamford;
Guy Bonham; Wamp Carlson; Red Latham
Performer(s): Bing Crosby
and various other artists



Oh, me name is MacNamara, I'm the leader of the band
Although we're few in numbers, we're the finest in the land
We play at wakes and weddings and at every fancy ball
And when we play the funerals, we play the March from Saul

Oh, the drums go bang and the cymbals clang and the horns they blaze away
McCarthy pumps the old bassoon while I the pipes do play
And Henessee Tennessee tootles the flute and the music is somethin' grand
A credit to old Ireland is MacNamara's band

Right now we are rehearsin' for a very swell affair
The annual celebration, all the gentry will be there
When General Grant to Ireland came he took me by the hand
Says he, "I never saw the likes of MacNamara's Band"

Oh, the drums go bang and the cymbals clang and the horns they blaze away
McCarthy pumps the old bassoon while I the pipes do play
And Henessee Tennessee tootles the flute and the music is somethin' grand
A credit to old Ireland is MacNamara's band

Oh, my name is Uncle Julius and from Sweden I did come
To play with MacNamara's Band and beat the big bass drum
And when I march along the street the ladies think I'm grand
They shout, "There's Uncle Julius playin' with an Irish band!"

Oh, I wear a bunch of shamrocks and a uniform of green
And I'm the funniest lookin' Swede that you have ever seen
There is O'Brians, O'Ryans, O'Sheehans and Meehans, they come from Ireland
But, by yimminy, I'm the only Swede in MacNamara's Band

Oh, the drums go bang and the cymbals clang and the horns they blaze away
McCarthy pumps the old bassoon while I the pipes do play
And Henessee Tennessee tootles the flute and the music is somethin' grand
A credit to old Ireland is MacNamara's band

That's MacNamara

On Broadway
Composer(s): Jerry Leiber; 
Barry Mann; Mike Stoller; Cynthia Weil
Performer(s): The Drifters



They say the neon lights are bright on Broadway
(on Broadway) 
They say there's always magic in the air (on Broadway) 
But when you're walkin' down that street 
And you ain't had enough to eat 
The glitter rubs right off and you're nowhere (on Broadway) 
They say the girls are something else on Broadway (on Broadway) 
But looking at them just gives me the blues (on Broadway) 
'Cause how ya gonna make some time 
When all you got is one thin dime? 
And one thin dime won't even shine your shoes (on Broadway) 
Ha! They say that I won't last too long on Broadway (on Broadway) 
I'll catch a Greyhound bus for home, they all say (on Broadway) 
But oh! They're dead wrong, I know they are 
'Cause I can play this here guitar 
And I won't quit till I'm a star on Broadway (on Broadway) 
Oh, they're dead wrong, I know they are 
'Cause I can play this here guitar 
And I won't quit till I'm a star on Broadway (on Broadway) 
On Broadway (on Broadway) 
I'm gonna make it, yeah (on Broadway) 
I'll be a big, big, big man (on Broadway) 
I'll have my name in lights (on Broadway) 
Everybody, everybody's gonna know me, yes (on Broadway) 
All up and down Broadway (on Broadway) 
Ohhhhh yeah! (on Broadway)

McGee's Backyard
Composer(s): Charles H. Hoyt; Charles Zimmermann
Performer(s): Charles Reed



When I called on Miss McGee, I did it surreptitiously
And things were far from pleasant when I came to say goodnight
Her father by the front door was laying for me viciously
While Towser in the back yard was spoiling for a fight
I went out the back way, the dog I gave preference
He was right on hand for me and met me with a growl
Nicely then I spoke to him with soothing words of deference
But up he walked behind me and at once got foul
I grabbed
He grabbed
Towser got the best of it
We both grabbed together
The dog grabbed very hard
I got one coattail
Towser got the rest of it
And I left my Sunday breeches in McGee's back yard

Old McGee the trousers found, he patched a dozen holes or more 
And when he wore a long tail coat they looked all nice and right
He thought he'd struck a good scheme for starting up a clothing store 
And layed to do a young man who called another night
He went out the back way to give his Towser chain enough
The moon was hid behind a cloud, the dog could scarcely see
He didn't know his master, but he saw the trousers plain enough
It wasn't half a jiffy until he found McGee
Dog grabbed
Man grabbed 
Towser got the best of it
They both grabbed together
The dog grabbed very hard
The fence got the coattail 
Towser got the rest of it
And you couldn't find the breeches in McGee's back yard

Old McGee was very sore a strong explosive then he bought
And with an old tin kettle he prepared a deadly bomb
The dog had made it hot for him and for the dog he'd make it hot
So he tied it to the dog's tail to steel him to the tomb
Dog espied a black cat, made a savage dash at it
Only takes a slight blow the powder to ignite
The kettle struck a brick wall, came an awful crash with it
Things around that back yard were scattered out of sight
Dog flew
Man flew
Bomb secured the best of it
They both flew together
The dog flew very hard
The kettle struck the hilltop
Dog a mile to west of it
And you couldn't find a vestige in McGee's back yard

On Attend, On Attend
Composer(s): Claude Lemesle; Gilbert Bécaud
Performer(s): Gilbert Bécaud



Content ou pas content
On attend, on attend
De sept à cent sept ans
On attend le printemps

Content ou pas content
On attend, on attend
De sept à cent sept ans
On attend le printemps

Ton cheval noir est mort sous toi
Tu as marché toute la nuit
La vallée de la mort c'est quoi
C'est ta vie
Pour un héros
Un Zorro c'est zéro l'ami

Content ou pas content
On attend, on attend
De sept à cent sept ans
On attend le printemps

Un salaud a brûlé ton blé
Tu vas lui faire goûter ton Colt
C'est toi qui as semé
C'est lui qui récolte
Et tu grilles une blonde
Tranquillement sur sa tombe l'ami

Content ou pas content
On attend, on attend
De sept à cent sept ans
On attend le printemps

Content ou pas content
On attend, on attend
De sept à cent sept ans
On attend le printemps

{Chœurs ad libitum:}
On attend, on attend

Mayra
Performer(s): Javier Solís



Para mí como una princesita Mayra querida eres tú
bajaré para ti todas las estrellitas, la luna llena y el cielo azul
Para mí como una princesita Mayra querida eres tú
bajaré para ti todas las estrellitas, la luna llena y el cielo azul

Y tejeré con mi cariño santo un delicado manto que te pueda cubrir
sólo viviré para alumbrar tu senda porque eres bella prenda que tengo en mi existir
Y tejeré con mi cariño santo un delicado manto que te pueda cubrir
sólo viviré para alumbrar tu senda porque eres bella prenda que tengo en mi existir

Para mí como una princesita Mayra querida eres tú
bajaré para ti todas las estrellitas, la luna llena y el cielo azul
Para mí como una princesita Mayra querida eres tú
bajaré para ti todas las estrellitas, la luna llena y el cielo azul

Y tejeré con mi cariño santo un delicado manto que te pueda cubrir
sólo viviré para alumbrar tu senda porque eres bella prenda que tengo en mi existir
Y tejeré con mi cariño santo un delicado manto que te pueda cubrir
sólo viviré para alumbrar tu senda porque eres bella prenda que tengo en mi existir

On And On And On
Composer(s): Benny Andersson; Björn Ulvaeus
Performer(s): Mike Love



I was at a party and this fella said to me
"Something bad is happening, I'm sure you do agree
People care for nothing, no respect for human rights
Evil times are coming, we are in for darker nights"
I said, "Who are you to talk about impending doom?"
He got kinda wary as he looked around the room
He said, "I'm a minister, a big shot in the state"
I said, "I just can't believe it, boy I think it's great
Brother can you tell me what is right and what is wrong?"
He said, "Keep on rocking baby, 'til the night is gone"

On and on and on
Keep on rocking baby
'Til the night is gone
On and on and on
'Til the night is gone
On and on and on
Keep on rocking baby
'Til the night is gone
On and on and on
'Til the night is gone

Over in the corner I could see this other guy
He was kinda flirty, he was giving me the eye
So I took advantage of the fact that I'm a star
Shook my hair and took a casual stroll up to the bar
And as sure as hell this guy was coming up to me
He said, "Who am I and who are you and who are we?
What's our situation, do we have some time for us?"
I said I was not exactly waiting for the bus
He said, "If you're going somewhere can I come along?"
I said, "Keep on rocking baby, 'til the night is gone"

On and on and on
Keep on rocking baby
'Til the night is gone
On and on and on
'Til the night is gone
On and on and on
Keep on rocking baby
'Til the night is gone
On and on and on
'Til the night is gone

Mayo
Composer(s): Miguel Bosé; L. Ferrario; M. Grilli
Performer(s): Miguel Bosé



Era suave aquel incienso
de olor a eternidad
Mayo Mayo Mayo...
era bueno ¿verdad?

Era grande aquel imperio
de amor y libertad...
Mayo Mayo Mayo...
era fuerte ¿verdad?

El tiempo pasa y me enamora...
El tiempo pasa arrasa quema y deteriora
el viento call... ¿porque?
Y en un momento todo olvido me devora

No soy el héroe
que dió sus alas y se puso a amar...
Mayo ¿no lo entiendes?
no te mientas y mírame
No soy la isla que
tu fantasía quiso imaginar
Mayo ciego escucha
Mayo roto convéncete

Era injusto aquel infierno
Soberbia y ¿ahora que?
Mayo Mayo Mayo
qué locura que fué...
Mayo Mayo Mayo
la locura se fué...

On And On
Composer(s): Stephen Bishop
Performer(s): Stephen Bishop



Down in Jamaica
They go lots of pretty women
Steal your money
Then they break your heart
Lonesome sue, she's in love with ol'Sam
Take him from the fire into the frying pan

On and on
She just keeps on trying
And she smiles when she feels like crying
On and on, On and on, On and on

Poor ol'Jimmy
Sits alone in the moonlight
Saw his woman kiss another man
So he takes a ladder
Steals the stars from the sky
Puts on sinatra and starts to cry

On and on
He just keeps on trying
And he smiles when he feels like crying
On and on, On and on, On and on

when the first time is the last time
It can make you feel so bad
But if you know it, show it
Hold on tight
Don't let her say: Goodnight

Got the sun on my shoulders
And my toes in the sand
My woman's left me for the some other man
Aw, but I don't care
I'll just dream and stay tan
Toos up my heart to see where it lands

On and on
I just keep on trying
And I smile when I feel like dying
On and on (9x)

Mayfair
Composer(s): Nick Drake
Performer(s): Nick Drake



Mayfair strange in the morning light
Mayfair strange in the summer night
Mayfair strangest in the afternoon
Mayfair stretching far above
full of fame but lacking love
Could it be we see the Mayfair moon?

Mayfair strange across the park
In the day or in the dark
There's no need to walk or even run
Mayfair faces clean and nice
But beauty here is cold as ice
Could it be we see the Mayfair sun?

Mayfair strange at every hour
Hidden frowns with mystic power
Starry heights and golden throne
Down below you're on you're own

Mayfair strange for passers-by
Sights of wonder for the eye
Could it be they'll pass by again?
Mayfair calling far and near
For even trees are wealthy here
Could it be we hear the Mayfair rain?

On An Island
Composer(s): David Gilmour
Performer(s): David Gilmour



Remember that night, white stairs in the moonlight
They walked here too, through empty playground, this ghost's town
Children again on rusty swings getting higher
Sharing a dream on an island it felt right

We lay side by side between the moon and the tide
Mapping the stars for awhile

Let the night surround you
We're halfway to the stars
Ebb and flow, let it go
Feel the warmth beside you

Remember that night, the warmth and the laughter
Candles burn though the church was deserted
At dawn we went down through empty streets to the harbor
Dreamers may leave but they're here everafter

Let the night surround you
We're halfway to the stars
Ebb and Flow, let it go
Feel the warmth beside you

Maybellene
Danish Title: Mælk Og Vin
Composer(s): Chuck Berry
Originally performed by: Chuck Berry
Covered by various other artists



Maybellene, why can't you be true?
Oh Maybellene, why can't you be true?
You've started back doing the things you used to do

As I was motivatin' over the hill
I saw Maybellene in a coup de ville
A Cadillac a-rollin' on the open road
Nothin' will outrun my V8 Ford
The cadillac doin' 'bout ninety-five
She's bumper to bumber rollin' side by side

Maybellene, why can't you be true?
Oh Maybellene, why can't you be true?
You've started back doing the things you used to do

Pink in the mirror on top of the hill
It's just like swallowin' up a medicine pill
First thing I saw that Cadillac grille
Doin' a hundred and ten gallopin' over that hill
Offhill curve, a downhill stretch
Me and that Cadillac neck by neck

Maybellene, why can't you be true?
Oh Maybellene, why can't you be true?
You've started back doing the things you used to do

The Cadillac pulled up ahead of the Ford
The Ford got hot and wouldn't do no more
It then got cloudy and it started to rain
I tooted my horn for a passin' lead
The rain water blowin' all under my hood
I knew that was doin' my motor good

Maybellene, why can't you be true?
Oh Maybellene, why can't you be true?
You've started back doing the things you used to do

The motor cooled down, the heat went down
And that's when I heard that highway sound
The Cadillac a-sittin' like a ton of lead
A hundred and ten a half a mile ahead
The Cadillac lookin' like it's sittin' still
And I caught Maybellene at the top of the hill

Maybellene, why can't you be true?
Oh Maybellene, why can't you be true?
You've started back doing the things you used to do

On An Evening In Roma
Italian Title: Sott'er Celo De Roma
Composer(s): Umberto Bertini; Frederics; Sandro Taccani
Performer(s): Dean Martin; Patrizio Buanne



Como e` bella ce` la luna brille e` strette 
strette como e` tutta bella a passeggiare 
Sotto il cielo di Roma 

Down each avenue or via, street or strata 
You can see 'em disappearing two by two 
On an evening in Roma 
Do they take 'em for espresso 
Yeah, I guess so 
On each lover's arm a girl I wish I knew 
On an evening in Roma 

Though there's grining and mandolining in sunny Italy 
The beginning has just begun when the sun goes down 
So please meet me in the plaza near your casa 
I am only one and that's one too few 
On an evening in Roma 

Don't know what the country's coming to 
But in Rome do as the Romans do 
Will you on an evening in Roma 

Como e` bella ce` la luna brille e` strette 
strette como e` tutta bella a passeggiare 
Sotto il cielo di Roma 
Don't know what the country's coming to 
But in Rome do as the Romans do 
Will you on an evening in Roma 
Sott'er celo de Roma 
On an evening in Roma

Maybe You'll Be There
Composer(s): Rube Bloom; Sammy Gallop
Performer(s): Jane Morgan
and various other artists



Each time I see a crowd of people
Just like a fool, I stop and stare
It's really not the proper thing to do
But maybe you'll be there

I go out walking after midnight
Along a lonely thoroughfare
It's not the time or place to look for you
But maybe you'll be there

You said your arms would always hold me
You said your lips were mine alone to kiss
Now after all those things you told me
How could it end like this?

Someday if all my prayers are answered
I'll hear a footstep on the stair
With anxious heart, I'll hurry to the door
And maybe you'll be there

You said your arms would always hold me
You said your lips were mine alone to kiss
Now after all those things you told me
How could it end like this?

Someday if all my prayers are answered
I'll hear a footstep on the stair
With anxious heart, I'll hurry to the door
And maybe you'll be there
And maybe you'll be there, maybe you'll be there

On Again! On Again!
Composer(s): Jake Thackray
Performer(s): Jake Thackray



I love a good bum on a woman, it makes my day
To me it is palpable proof of God's existence, a posteriori
Also I love breasts and arms and ankles, elbows, knees
It's the tongue, the tongue, the tongue on a woman that spoils the job for me

Please understand I respect and admire the frailer sex
And I honour them every bit as much as the next misogynist
But give some women the ghost of a chance to talk and thereupon
They go on again, on again, on again, on again, on again, on again, on ...

I fell in love with a woman with wonderful thighs and hips
And a sensational belly, I just never noticed her lips were always moving
Only when we got to the altar and she had to say I Do
And she folded her arms and gathered herself and took in a breath and I knew ...

She could have gone on again, on again, on again till the entire
Congregation passed out and the vicar passed on and the choirboys passed through puberty
At the reception I gloomily noted her family's jubilant mood
Their maniacal laughter and their ghastly gratitude

She talks to me when I go for a shave, or a sleep, or a swim
She talks to me on a Sunday, when I go singing hymns, and drinking heavily
When I go mending my chimney pot she's down there in the street
And at ninety-five on my motorbike she's on the pillion seat

Wittering on again, on again, on and again and again
When I'm eating or drinking, or reading or thinking, or when I'm saying my rosary
She will never stop talking to me, she is one of those women who
Will never use three or four words when a couple of thousand will easily do

She also talks without stopping to me in our bed of a night
Throughout the sweetest of our intimate delights she never gives over
Not even stopping while we go hammer and tongs towards the peak
Except maybe for a sigh and a groan and one perfunctory shriek

Then she goes on again, on again, on again on and I must
Assume that she has never noticed that she's just been interrupted
Totally unruffled she is, and as far as I can see
I might just as well have been posting a letter or stirring up the tea

She will not take a hint, not once she's made a start
I can yawn, or belch, or bleed, or faint, or fart - she'll not drop a syllable
I could stand in front of her grimly sharpening up an axe
I could sprinkle her with paraffin, and ask her for a match

She'd just go on again, on again, on again even more
The hind leg of a donkey is peanuts for her, she can bore the balls off a buffalo
Mother of God, I cried one day, Oh, let your kingdom come
And in the meantime, Mother, could you strike this bugger dumb?

Well, believe it or not, she appeared to me then and there
The Blessed Virgin herself, in answer to my prayer - despite the vulgarity
Shimmering softly, dressed in blue and holding up a hand
I cocked a pious ear, as the Mother of God began

But she went on again, on again, on again on and I
Will have to state how very much I sympathise with the rest of the family
Give some women the ghost of a chance to talk and thereupon
They go on again, on again, on again, on again,
and again, and again, and again, and again

They will go on again, on again, on again, on again,
On again, on again, on ...