Me And Little Andy
Composer(s): Dolly Parton
Performer(s): Dolly Parton



Late one cold and stormy night I heard a dog a-barkin' 
Then I thought I heard somebody at my door a-knockin' 
I wondered who could be outdide in such an awful storm 
Then I saw a little girl with a puppy in her arms 
Before I could say a word she said, "My name is Sandy 
And this here is my puppy dog, it's name is little Andy" 
Standing in the bitter cold in just a ragged dress 
Then I asked her to come in and this is what she said...

"Ain't ya got no gingerbread 
Ain't ya got no candy 
Ain't ya got an extra bed for me and little Andy 
Patty cake and bakersman 
My mommy ran away again 
And we was all alone and didn't know what else to do 
I wonder if you'll let us stay with you 

Giddy up trotty horse, going to the mill 
Can we stay all night 
If you don't love us no one will 
I promise we won't cry 
London bridge is fallin' down 
My daddy's drunk again in town 
And we was all alone and didn't know what we could do 
I wonder if you'll let us stay with you" 

She was just a little girl, not more than six or seven 
But that night as they slept the angels took them both to heaven 
God knew little Andy would be lonesome with her gone 
Now Sandy and her puppy dog won't ever be alone 

Ain't ya got no gingerbread 
Ain't ya got no candy 
Ain't ya got an extra bed for me and little (whispers) Andy 

On Horseback
Composer(s): Mike Oldfield; William Murray
Performer(s): Mike Oldfield



I like beer, and I like cheese
I like the smell of a westerly breeze
But what I like more than all of these
Is to be on horseback

Hey and away we go
Through the grass, across the snow
Big brown beastie, big brown face
I'd rather be with you than flying through space

I like thunder, and I like rain
And open fires, and roaring flames
But if the thunder's in my brain
I'd like to be on horseback

Some like the city, some the noise
Some make chaos, and others, toys
But if I was to have the choice
I'd rather be on horseback

Chorus

Some find it strange to be here
On this small planet, and who knows where
But when it's strange and full of fear
It's nice to be on horseback

Some are short, and others tall
Some hit their heads against the wall
But it doesn't really matter at all
When you happen to be on horseback

Chorus

So if you you feel a little glum
To Hergest Ridge you should come
In summer, winter, rain or sun
It's good to be on horseback

Chorus

Chorus

You know, I'd rather be on horseback

Me And Julio Down By The Schoolyard
Composer(s): Paul Simon
Performer(s): Paul Simon
and various other artists



The mama pajama rolled out of bed
And she ran to the police station
When the papa found out he began to shout
And he started the investigation
It's against the law
It was against the law
What the mama saw
It was against the law

The mama looked down and spit on the ground
Everytime my name gets mentioned
The papa said oy if I get that boy
I'm gonna stick him in the house of detention 
Well I'm on my way
I don't know where I'm going
I'm on my way I'm taking my time
But I done know where
Goodbye to Rosie the queen of Corona
See you, me and Julio
Down by the schoolyard
See you, me and Julio
Down by the schoolyard
Me and Julio down by the schoolyard

In a couple of days they come and
Take me away
But the press let the story leak
And when the radical priest
Come to get me released
We was all on the cover of Newsweek
And I'm on my way
I don't know where I'm going
I'm on my way I'm taking my time
But I don't know where
Goodbye to Rosie the queen of Corona
See you, me and Julio
Down by the schoolyard
See you, me and Julio
Down by the schoolyard
See you, me and Julio
Down by the schoolyard 

On Frappe
Composer(s): Joseph Kosma; Jacques Prévert
Performer(s): Yves Montand; Catherine Sauvage



Qui est là
Personne
C'est simplement mon cœur qui bat
Qui bat très fort
A cause de toi
Mais dehors
La petite main de bronze sur la porte de bois
Ne bouge pas
Ne remue pas
Ne remue pas seulement le petit bout du doigt

Me And I
Composer(s): Benny Andersson; Björn Ulvaeus
Performer(s): ABBA



Sometimes when I'm mad 
There's a part of me that seems to be a little sad
Sometimes when I scream
There's a voice in me that says, "You shouldn't be so mean"
Oh no, oh no
Part of me is acting while the other stands beside
Yes, I am to myself what Jekyll must have been to Hyde

We're like sun and rainy weather
Sometimes we're a hit together
Me and I
Gloomy moods and inspiration
We're a funny combination
Me and I
I don't think I'm different or in any way unique
Think about yourself for a minute
And you'll find the answer in it
Everyone's a freak

Sometimes I have toyed
With ideas that I got from good old Dr. Freud
Nothing new of course
It may seem to you I try to break through open doors
Oh no, oh no
I just wanna say a lot of that applies to me
'Cause it's an explanation to my split identity

We're like sun and rainy weather
Sometimes we're a hit together
Me and I
Gloomy moods and inspiration
We're a funny combination
Me and I
I don't think I'm different or in any way unique
Think about yourself for a minute
And you'll find the answer in it
Everyone's a freak

Me and I...

We're like sun and rainy weather
Sometimes we're a hit together
Me and I
Gloomy moods and inspiration
We're a funny combination
Me and I
I don't think I'm different or in any way unique
Think about yourself for a minute
And you'll find the answer in it
Everyone's a freak

We're like sun and rainy weather
Sometimes we're a hit together
Me and I
Gloomy moods and inspiration
We're a funny combination
Me and I... 

On Every Street
Composer(s): Mark Knopfler
Performer(s): Dire Straits; The Tribute Band



there's gotta be a record of you some place
you gotta be on somebody's books
the lowdown - a picture of your face
your injured looks

the sacred and profane
the pleasure and the pain
somewhere your fingerprints remain concrete
and it's your face I'm looking for

a ladykiller - regulation tattoo
silver spurs on his heels
says - what can I tell you as I'm standing next to you
she threw herself under my wheels
oh it's a dangerous road
and a hazardous load
and the fireworks over liberty expode in the heat
and it's your face I'm looking for

a three-chord symphony crashes into space
the moon is hanging upside down
I don't know why it is I'm still on the case
it's a ravenous town
and you still refuse to be traced
seems to me such a waste
and every victory has a taste that's bittersweet
and it's your face I'm looking for

Me And Bobby McGee
Danish Title: Carsten Levin
Composer(s): Fred Foster; Kris Kristofferson
Originally performed by: Roger Miller
Covered by various other artists



Busted flat in Baton Rouge, waitin' for a train
And I's feelin' near as faded as my jeans
Bobby thumbed a diesel down just before it rained
It rode us all the way into New Orleans
I pulled my harpoon out of my dirty red bandana
I's playin' soft while Bobby sang the blues, yeah
Windshield wipers slappin' time, I's holdin' Bobby's hand in mine
We sang every song that driver knew, yeah

Freedom's just another word for nothin' left to lose
Nothin' don't mean nothin' hon' if it ain't free, no no
And feelin' good was easy, Lord, when he sang the blues
You know, feelin' good was good enough for me
Good enough for me and my Bobby McGee

From the Kentucky coal mine to the California sun
There Bobby shared the secrets of my soul
Through all kinds of weather, through everything we done
Yeah, Bobby baby kept me from the cold
One day up near Salinas, Lord, I let him slip away
He's lookin' for that home and I hope he finds it
But I'd trade all o' my tomorrows for one single yesterday
To be holdin' Bobby's body next to mine

Freedom's just another word for nothin' left to lose
Nothin', that's all that Bobby left me, yeah
But if feelin' good was easy, Lord, when he sang the blues
Hey, feelin' good was good enough for me, mm-hmm
Good enough for me and my Bobby McGee

La-da-da La-da-da-da La-da-da da-da da-da
La-da-da da-la-da la-da, Bobby McGee, yeah
La-da-la-da-la-da La-da-la-da-da
La-da-la-da-la-la, Bobby McGee, yeah
La-da-da La-da-da La da-da La da-da
La-da-da La da-da La da-da
Hey, my Bobby, Lord, my Bobby McGee, yeah
Lo-da-lo da-la-lo-da-la
Lo-da-la-lo da-la-lo la-la-lo la-la-lo la-la
Hey, my Bobby, Lord, my Bobby McGee, yeah

Lord, I call him my lover, call him my man
I said I call him my lover, did the best I can, c'mon
Hey now Bobby now, hey now Bobby McGee, yeah
La-da la-da la-da la-da la-da la-da la-da la-la
Hey, hey, hey, Bobby McGee, Lord!

La-da la-da la-da la-da la-da la-da la-da la
Hey, hey, hey, Bobby McGee, yeah 

On Eagle's Wings
Composer(s): Michael Joncas
Performer(s): Joyful Noise;
and various other artists



You who dwell in the shelter of the Lord
who abide in His shadow for life
say to the Lord: "My refuge, my rock in whom I trust!" 

And He will raise you up on eagle's wings
bear you on the breath of dawn
make you to shine like the sun
and hold you in the palm of His hand

The snare of the fowler will never capture you
and famine will bring you no fear
under His wings your refuge, His faithfulness your shield

And He will raise you up on eagle's wings
bear you on the breath of dawn
make you to shine like the sun
and hold you in the palm of His hand

You need not fear the terror of the night
nor the arrow that flies by day
though thousands fall about you, near you it shall not come

And He will raise you up on eagle's wings
bear you on the breath of dawn
make you to shine like the sun
and hold you in the palm of His hand

For to His angels He's given a command
to guard you in all of your ways
upon their hands they will bear you up
lest you dash your foot against a stone

And He will raise you up on eagle's wings
bear you on the breath of dawn
make you to shine like the sun
and hold you in the palm of His hand

Me And Billy The Kid
Composer(s): Joe Ely
Performer(s): Joe Ely
and various other artists



Me and Billy the Kid never got along
I didn't like the way he cocked his hat
and he wore his gun all wrong
We had the same girlfriend
and he never forgot it
She had a cute little Chihuahua
until one day he up and shot it
He rode the hard country down the New Mexico line
He had a silver pocketwatch that he never did wind
He crippled the piano player
for playin' his favorite song
No, Me and Billy the Kid never got along

Me and Billy the Kid never got along
I didn't like the way he parted his hair
and he wore his gun all wrong
He was bad to the bone
All hopped up on speed
I would've left him alone
If it wasn't for that Senorita
He gave her silver and he paid her hotel bill
But it was me she loved and she said she always will
I'd always go and see her
when Billy was gone
Yeah, Me and Billy the Kid never got along

Me and Billy the Kid never got along
I didn't like the way he tied his shoes
and he wore his gun all wrong
One day I said to Billy
"I've got this foolproof scheme"
We'll rob Wells Fargo
"It's bustin' at the seams"
I admit that I framed him but I don't feel bad
'Cause the way I was livin' was drivin' me mad
Billy reached for his gun
but his gun was on wrong
Yeah, Me and Billy the Kid never got along

Me and Billy the Kid never got along
But I did like the way he swayed in the wind
While I played him his favorite song
Now my baby sings harmony with me
To "La Cucaracha"
She winds her silver pocket watch
And pets her new Chihuahua
I moved in to the Hotel and got a room with a shower
We lay and listen to that watch tick hour after hour
Outside I hear the wind
blowin' o so strong
Me and Billy the Kid never got along

On Dit De Lui
English Title: It's Gonna Take Me Some Time
Composer(s): Christopher; Temkin; Sterling
Performer(s): Françoise Hardy



On dit de lui que c'est un coureur
On dit de lui qu'il n'a pas de coeur
Car s'il dit souvent ces deux mots: "je t'aime"
Ça n'est jamais deux fois à la même

Oui, je sais bien
Qu'il ne vaut rien
Mais s'il veut, au jeu de l'amour
Moi, il me prendra à mon tour

On dit qu'il promet mais ne tient rien
La peine des autres il s'en moque bien
À plus d'une fille il fit couler des pleurs
Plus d'une fille, d'ici et d'ailleurs

Oui, je sais bien
Qu'il ne vaut rien
Mais s'il veut, au jeu de l'amour
Moi, il me prendra à mon tour

Il a suffit qu'un beau jour je le voie
Qu'il me regarde dans les yeux une fois
Tout s'est mis à tourner autour de moi
Je veux l'oublier mais je ne peux pas

On dit qu'il faut chercher à le fuir
Car il ne sait que faire souffrir
Aucune fille encore n'a pu le changer
Et toutes ne pensent qu'à se l'attacher

Oui, je sais bien
Qu'il ne vaut rien
Mais s'il veut, au jeu de l'amour
Moi, il me prendra à mon tour

Oui s'il veut, au jeu de l'amour
Moi, il me prendra à mon tour
Moi, il me prendra à mon tour
Moi, il me prendra à mon tour
Moi, il me prendra à mon tour

Me Acosa El Carapalida
Performer(s): Silvio Rodríguez



Me acosa el carapalida
que carga sobre mi
sobre mi pueblo libre
sobre mi dia feliz
me acosa con la espuela
el sable y el arnes
caballeria asesina de antes y despues

Me acosa el carapalida norteno por el sur
el este y el oeste, por cada latitud
me acosa el carapalida que ha dividido el sol
en hora de metralla y en hora de dolor
La tierra me quiere arrebatar
el agua me quiere arrebatar
el aire me quiere arrebatar
y solo fuego, y solo fuego voy a dar
Yo soy mi tierra, mi aire, mi agua, mi fuego

Me acosa el carapalida con el engano vil
con cuentas de colores, con trueque de uno a mil
me acosa con su elixir de la prostitucino
me acosa con la gloria perdida de su Dios
Me acosa el carapalida con su forma de ver
asu estetica, su angulo, su estilo, su saber
me acosa el carapalida con sintetizacion
y quiere hundirme el alma con tuercas de robot
La tierra...

Me acosa el carapalida con la guerra sutil
hasta que digo bast y carga sobre mi
me acosa con su moustro de radiactividad
su porvenir de arena, su muerte colosal
me acosa el carapalida que siempre me acoso
que acosa a mis hermanos, que acosa mi razon

Me acosa el carapalida que vive de acosar
hasta que todos juntos le demos su lugar
La tierra… 

On Dirait
Composer(s): Françoise Hardy; Jean-Pierre Castelain
Performer(s): Françoise Hardy



le ciel s'est couvert
tes yeux sont moins vert
on dirait
le ciel s'est caché
tu t'es détaché
on dirait
et le ciel est comme toi
indécis, ne sachent pas
le ciel est tout gris
soudain tu t'ennuies
on dirait
le ciel s'est fâché
tu veux t'échapper
on dirait
et le ciel est comme toi
fatigué et loin de moi
et le ciel est comme toi
indécis, ne sachent pas
fatigué et loin de moi
le ciel change tout comme moi

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)