Me And My Baby
Performer(s): Ann Reinking & Boys; Rob Fisher



Roxie:
Look at my baby my baby and me.. 

Me and my baby 
My baby and me 
We're 'bout as happy as babies can be 
What if I find 
That I'm causght in a storm? 
I don't care 
my baby's there 
And baby's bound to keep me warm 
We're sticking together 
And ain't we got fun 
So much together 
You'd count us as one 
Tell old man worry to go climb a tree 
'cause I've got my baby 
I'm with my baby 
Look at my baby and me 

Looka my baby 
my baby and me 
A dream of a duo 
Now don't you agree 
Why keep it mum 
When there's nothing to hid? 
And what I feel 
I must reveal 
It's more that I can keep inside 
And I can assure you 
It won't go away 
Let me assur you 
It grow every day 
I was a one once 
But now I' a 'we' 
'cause I got my baby 
My dear little baby 
Looka my baby and me 

Roxie and boys:
Looka my baby 
My baby and me 
Facing the world 
Optimistically 
Nothing can stop us 
So nobody try 
'cause baby's rough 
And full of stuff 
And incidentally, so am I 
Get out of our way, folks 
And give us some room 
Watch how we bubble 
And blossom and bloom 
Life was a prison 
But we got the key 
Me and my baby 
My dear little baby 
My cute little baby 
My sweet little baby 
My fat little baby 
My soft little baby 
My pink little baby 
My bald little baby 
Looka my baby 

Roxie: 
And me 

On London Bridge
Composer(s): Roy Bennett; Sid Tepper
Performer(s): Jo Stafford



I walked on London Bridge last night
I saw you by the lamppost light
Then bells rang out in sleepy Londontown
And London Bridge came tumbling down

The sky was hidden by a mist
But just like magic when we kissed
The moon and stars were shining all around
When London Bridge came tumbling down

Just you and I over the river
Two hearts suspended in space
And there so high over the river
A miracle tookplace

Two empty arms found love to hold
Two smoke rings turned to rings of gold
I bless the night we met in Londontown
When London Bridge came tumbling down

Just you and I over the river
Two hearts suspended in space
And there so high over the river
A miracle took place

I bow my head in silent prayer
And thank Him for the love we share
He blessed the night we met in Londontown
When London bridge came tumbling down

Me And My Arrow
Composer(s): Harry Nilsson
Performer(s): Harry Nilsson;
Lori Cullen; Micky Dolenz; Hugo Montenegro



Me and my arrow
Straighter than narrow
Wherever we go, every one knows
It's me and my arrow

Me and my arrow
Taking the high road
Wherever we go, everyone knows
It's me and my arrow

And in the morning when I wake up
She may be gone, I don't know
And we make up just to break up
I'll carry on, oh yes I will

Me and my arrow
(do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do)
Straighter than narrow
Wherever we go, every one knows
It's me and my arrow

Me and my arrow
Me and my arrow
Me and my arrow
Me and mt arrow
Me and my arrow

Me and my arrow
(do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do)
Straighter than narrow
Wherever we go, every one knows
It's me and my arrow 

On Laisse Tous Un Jour
Composer(s): Vline Buggy;
Hugues Aufray; Michel Fugain
Performer(s): Michel Fugain



On laisse tous un jour
Un peu de notre vie
Sur une table
Dans le fond d'un café
Sur une table
Que l'on oublie jamais

On laisse tous un jour
Un peu de ses amis
Tous les poètes
Venus se mettre au chaud
Sur la banquette
Dans un coin de bistrot
On dit "salut"
On commande un demi
Et on refait le monde
Mais le monde est si grand
Qu'il nous faut bien toute la nuit

On laisse tous un jour
Un peu de nos amours
Que l'on griffonne
Sur la nappe en papier
Et qu'on chiffonne
Au fond d'un cendrier
Elle dit "bonjour"
On commande un demi
On lui promet le monde
Mais pour donner le monde
Il nous faut bien toute la nuit

La la la la la la...

Me And Mrs. Jones
Composer(s): Kenny Gamble; Leon Huff; Cary Gilbert
Performer(s): Billy Paul



Me and Mrs. Jones, we got a thing going on
We both know that it's wrong 
But it's much too strong to let it cool down now
We meet ev'ry day at the same cafe
Six-thirty I know she'll be there 
Holding hands, making all kinds of plans 
While the jukebox plays our favorite song
Me and Mrs., Mrs. Jones, Mrs. Jones, Mrs. Jones
Mrs. Jones got a thing going on
We both know that it's wrong
But it's much too strong to let it cool down now
We gotta be extra careful that we don't build our hopes too high 
Cause she's got her own obligations and so do I 
Me, me and Mrs., Mrs. Jones, Mrs. Jones, Mrs. Jones
Mrs. Jones got a thing going on
We both know that it's wrong
But it's much too strong to let it cool down now
Well, it's time for us to be leaving
Iit hurts so much, it hurts so much inside
Now she'll go her way and I'll go mine
But tomorrow we'll meet the same place, the same time
Me and Mrs. Jones, Mrs. Jones, Mrs. Jones 

On Ilkley Moor Baht'At
(Traditional)
Performer(s): Black Dyke Mills Band



Wheear 'as ta bin sin ah saw thee?
On Ilkla Moor baht'at?!
Wheear 'as ta bin sin ah saw thee?

On Ilkla Moor baht'at?!
On Ilkla Moor baht'at?!

Tha's been a cooartin' Mary Jane
On Ilkla Moor baht'at
Tha's been a cooartin' Mary Jane| 

On Ilkla Moor baht'at 
On Ilkla Moor baht'at 
On Ilkla Moor baht'at

Tha's bahn t'catch thi deeath o'cowd
On Ilkla Moor baht'at
Tha's bahn t'catch thi deeath o'cowd 

On Ilkla Moor baht'at
On Ilkla Moor baht'at
On Ilkla Moor baht'at

Then we shall ha' to bury thee
On Ilkla Moor baht'at
Then we shall ha' to bury thee 

On Ilkla Moor baht'at
On Ilkla Moor baht'at
On Ilkla Moor baht'at 

Then t'worms 'll cum and eat thee oop
On Ilkla Moor baht'at
Then t'worms 'll cum and eat thee oop

On Ilkla Moor baht'at
On Ilkla Moor baht'at
On Ilkla Moor baht'at

Then ducks 'll cum and eat oop t'worms
On Ilkla Moor baht'at
Then ducks 'll cum and eat oop t'worms

On Ilkla Moor baht'at
On Ilkla Moor baht'at
On Ilkla Moor baht'at

Then we shall go an' ate oop ducks
On Ilkla Moor baht'at
Then we shall go an' ate oop ducks 

On Ilkla Moor baht'at
On Ilkla Moor baht'at
On Ilkla Moor baht'at 

Then we shall all 'ave etten thee
On Ilkla Moor baht'at
Then we shall all 'ave etten thee 

On Ilkla Moor baht'at
On Ilkla Moor baht'at
On Ilkla Moor baht'at

That's wheer we get us oahn back
On Ilkla Moor baht'at
That's wheer we get us oahn back 

On Ilkla Moor baht'at
On Ilkla Moor baht'at
On Ilkla Moor baht'at

Me And Molly
Composer(s): Willie P. Bennett
Performer(s): Willie P. Bennett



The sun she was dying and going down slow 
The clouds were bursting and bringing down snow 
And all in all no one really cared to know 
That the bitter end of summer was dying

Now I've watched a million dreams 
Go up in smoke 
And Lord the way I laugh and scream about it 
It ain't no joke anymore 
Anyway 
Who spoke about it

The clouds went away and the moon came to stay 
And the stars were sending down 
Jeweled fire 
And it shone through my window 
And showed me the glow 
Of Molly still flushed with desire

Now we would all like to close our eyes 
And lick the snow as it goes by 
Feel it in our faces 
Hold a hand full of aces 
And be the winner 
When it comes time for us to die

The sun she was dying and going down slow 
The clouds were bursting and bringing down snow 
And all in all no one really cared to know 
That the bitter end of summer was dying 

On Hyndford Street
Composer(s): Van Morrison
Performer(s): Van Morrison



Take me back, take me way, way, way back
On Hyndford Street
Where you could feel the silence at half past eleven
On long summer nights
As the wireless played Radio Luxembourg
And the voices whispered across Beechie River
In the quietness as we sank into restful slumber in the silence
And carried on dreaming, in God
And walks up Cherry Valley from North Road Bridge, railway line
On sunny summer afternoons
Picking apples from the side of the tracks
That spilled over from the gardens of the houses on Cyprus Avenue
Watching the moth catcher working the floodlights in the evenings
And meeting down by the pylons
Playing round Mrs. Kelly's lamp
Going out to Holywood on the bus
And walking from the end of the lines to the seaside
Stopping at Fusco's for ice cream
In the days before rock 'n' roll
Hyndford Street, Abetta Parade
Orangefield, St. Donard's Church
Sunday six-bells, and in between the silence there was conversation
And laughter, and music and singing, and shivers up the back of the neck
And tuning in to Luxembourg late at night
And jazz and blues records during the day
Also Debussy on the third programme
Early mornings when contemplation was best
Going up the Castlereagh hills
And the cregagh glens in summer and coming back
To Hyndford Street, feeling wondrous and lit up inside
With a sense of everlasting life
And reading Mr. Jelly Roll and Big Bill Broonzy
And "Really The Blues" by "Mezz" Mezzrow
And "Dharma Bums" by Jack Kerouac
Over and over again
And voices echoing late at night over Beechie River
And it's always being now, and it's always being now
It's always now
Can you feel the silence?
On Hyndford Street where you could feel the silence
At half past eleven on long summer nights
As the wireless played Radio Luxembourg
And the voices whispered across Beechie River
And in the quietness we sank into restful slumber in silence
And carried on dreaming in God

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