Lucky Ladybug
Composer(s): Bob Crewe - Frank Slay
Performer(s): Billy & Lillie
and multiple other artists



Lucky ladybug, lucky ladybug, lucky ladybug 

Ladybug, Silver Dollar, Rabbit's foot 
With a four leaf clover and a horseshoe 
Wishbone, Shamrocks, got me shook 
Singin' abracadabra in a cat's eye

I wonder wonder if you love me 
Guess I'll ask the stars above me 
When the moon is bright canary yellow 
It'll really be amazin' 
If that crystal ball a-gazin' 
Says I'll always be your steady fellow

Ladybug, Silver Dollar, Rabbit's foot 
With a four leaf clover and a horseshoe 
Wishbone, Shamrocks, got me shook 
Singin' abracadabra in a cat's eye

Though your words are smooth & soothin' 
Don't you feel it 's time for movin' 
C'mon daddy rock me while the planet's rollin' 
Keep it cool my ducky wucky 
Baby doll our love is lucky 
When you walk me down the aisle 
We'll do it strollin'

Stupid cupid gave us fever 
And an itchy twitchy feelin' 
And the green mosquito must've bit us 
Got a sloppin' like two robins 
Makin' moon talk and bobbin' 
Like a firefly splishin and a splashin' 

Ladybug, Silver Dollar, Rabbit's foot 
With a four leaf clover and a horseshoe 
Wishbone, Shamrocks, got me shook 
Singin' abracadabra in a cat's eye

Lucky ladybug ...

Monkey And The Underdog
Composer(s): David Crosby; Craig Doerge
Performer(s): David Crosby



Well, I went out for my evenin' stroll
All along the boulevard
It's familiar turf from the hills to the surf
I treat it like my front yard

Well, I right away ran into a girl I know
She said "You gotta come with me tonight
The word is out that the underdog
And the monkey gonna finally fight"

I've been fightin', fightin'
Fightin' just to stay alive
And I've been fightin', fightin'
Fightin' to get from four o'clock to five

Well, now I'm not what you'd call a violent man
But the news brought a smile to my face
'Cause the underdog is a friend of mine
I'd just love to see him put that monkey in his place

You may think I'm crazy
The odds are against the dog you understand
This monkey is as strong as a gorilla
He'd stretch a tire like a rubber band

But I've been fightin', fightin'
Fightin' just to stay alive
I've been fightin', oh, oh, fightin'
Fightin' to get from four o'clock to five

Now, he's sneaky and he'll smile on
Right at you pretend to lick your boots
And all the while he'd be thinking
How to rip your soul out by the roots

When we got there my old underdog
He didn't really look too good, no
But his eyes met mine and he said "I'll kick his ass"
I knew right then he would

Oh, been fightin', yeah, I've been fightin', yeah
Fightin' just to stay alive
I've been fightin', oh, oh, oh, oh, fightin'
Fightin' to get from four o'clock to five

Well, now I don't want to bore you
With a bunch of dialog
It's not how much dog is in the fight
It's how much fight is in my dog

And I've been fightin', oh, fightin'
Fightin' just to stay alive
I've been fightin', yeah, fightin'
Fightin' to get from four o'clock to five

Oh, fightin', oh, fightin', yeah
Fightin' just to stay alive
Fight ... fightin', fightin'
Fightin' to get from four o'clock ... oh, oh ... oh, oh

Fightin', oh, fightin'
Fightin' just to stay alive
I've been fightin', yeah, oh, fightin'
Fightin' to get from four o'clock to five

Lucky Day
Composer(s): Chris Rea
Performer(s): Chris Rea



A little bit of daylight
Shines on my pillow
It comes through my window pane
Speak of the morning
Hope is eternal
Better to look at this way
This could be my lucky day

A glass filled with crystals
Six million rainbows
Gifted to see with childrens eyes
Always a small chance
Of shooting that rainbow
Bless this down with sweet surprise
This could be my lucky day

No inhibitions, naive forever
Better looking up than looking down
Don't try to beat it, twist and defeat it
Leave those kind of complications
Never to be found
This could be my lucky day

Monkey And The Baboon
Composer(s): Spencer Williams
Performer(s): Lonnie Johnson
and various other artists



Monkey and the baboon playin’ in the grass 
monkey says, “Baboon you play too fast”
Should’ve seen them jumpin’ from tree to tree 
playin’ hide an’ go seek with the chickadee

Monkey doodle-do, monkey doodle-do
If you try to make a monkey out of me 
I’ll make a baboon out of you

Doo doo doo doo doo doo, oodle doodle doodle doo doo
Doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo, doo doo doo doo doo

The monkey and the baboon shootin’ crooked dice, monkey throwed seven ‘leven twice
Baboon got hasty an’ he swung in fas’, knocked the little monkey in the grass

Cryin’ monkey doodle-do, monkey doodle-do
If you try to make a monkey out of me, I’ll make a baboon out of you

Woo woo woo woo woo woo, woo woo woo woo
Wa woo wa woo wa woo wa woo, wa woo wao woo wa woo

The monkey an’ the baboon both catchin’ fleas, the monkey stayed happy caught ‘em big you see
He yelled, said, “Those insects are small!” As caught ‘em big as the cannon ball

Monkey doodle-do, monkey doodle-do
If you try to make a monkey out of me, I’ll make a baboon out of you

Doo doo doo doo doo doo, doo da doo doo doo doo doo
Doo da doo doo doo doo doo doo doo, doo da doo doo doo doo doo

The monkey an’ the baboon settin’ on the fence, monkey called the baboon to fatten his quench
Baboon set him back in his class, when he knocked him on his oh my, yes

Monkey doodle-do, monkey doodle-do
If you try to make a monkey out of me, I’ll make a baboon out of you

Woo woo woo woo, woo woo woo woo
Wa woo wa woo wa woo wa woo, woo woo woo woo woo

The monkey and the baboon playin’ in the grass, monkey stuck his finger in the baboon’s glass
Monkey got a stick an’ hit ‘im ‘cross the head, now the little monkey is sick in bed

Cryin’ monkey doodle-do, monkey doodle-do
If you try to make a monkey out of me, I’ll make a baboon out of you

Doo doo doo doo, doo da doo doo doo doo doo
Doo da doo doo doo doo doo doo doo, doo da doo doo doo doo doo

Monkey doodle-do, monkey doodle-do
If you try to make a monkey out of me I’ll make a baboon out of you

Lucky Boy
Composer(s): Irving Berlin
Performer(s): The Marx Bros. & Jack Barker



Marx Bros:
Your smiling face is an open book young man
We know that look young man you must be oh, so happy
It's just a case of a love that took, young man
There are quite a few who envy you

Lucky Boy, she's a beautiful thing
Lucky Boy, will you give her a ring?
Lucky Boy, we suppose in the Spring
You will take your pride and joy on a train
And her leather suitcase will contain bits of satin and lace
It's as plain as the nose on your face
How we envy you Lucky Boy

Jack Barker:
I must confess that you pave the way for me
You really say for me the things I want to tell you
You'll never guess what a lucky day for me
When I found that she had chosen me

All:
Lucky Boy, she's a beautiful thing
Lucky Boy, I'm as proud as a King
Lucky Boy, when I give her the ring
Can't you see me jump with joy with a cheer
And a "what-a we care"
We'll appear in a bungalow where
In a year maybe three of us there
How we envy you Lucky Boy

Monique
Composer(s): Sammy Cahn; Elmer Bernstein
Performer(s): Frank Sinatra



When they see Monique, I know they'll understand

Monique, Monique
I've hungered so for this
Monique, Monique
The magic of your kiss

Monique, Monique
Was Paris always there
Monique, Monique
I didn't know or care

But why am I dancing, my friends may well demand
I'll tell them Monique, Monique held my hand
When they see Monique, I'm sure they'll understand 

Lucky Black Cat
Composer(s): Sunny David - Thomas Helmore
Performer(s): Deep River Boys



Lucky black cat, lucky black cat
All on your own and out on the mat
Lucky black cat, let's go for a roam
Won't you follow me home?
 
You've got nine lives, I've got one
We could have ten kinds of fun
Lucky black cat let's go for a roam
Won't you follow me home?
 
I've had no luck this morning
I'm lonely just like you
Don't just sit there yawning
You have enough luck for two
 
Lucky black cat, lucky black cat
Lucky for me to meet you like that
Lucky black cat let's go for a roam
Won't you follow me home?

Money, Money
Composer(s): Fred Ebb; John Kander
Performer(s): Dalida



Money makes the world go round
The world go round, the world go round
Money makes the world go round
It makes the world go round

Money makes the world go round
The world go round, the world go round
Money makes the world go round
It makes the world go round

Money makes the world go round
The world go round, the world go round
Money makes the world go round
It makes the world go round

We're in the money
We're in the money
We're got a lot of what it takes to get along
We're in the money
We're in the money
Old man depression you have really done it wrong

You'll never see a headline about a breadline today
And when we see a deadline we can look that gry right in the eye

We're in the money, come on now honey
Let's spend it lend it send it rolling along
Let's spend it lend it send it rolling along
Let's spend it lend it send it rolling along

People will steal from their mother
People will rob their own brother
People can't even walk the streets
'Cause they, never know
Who in the world they're gonna meet
For that mean
Oh mean, mean greed
Almighty dollar

People will lie they will cheat
People dont care who they rob or beat
A woman will sell her precious body
That small piece of paper
Sure carries a lot of weight
For that mean, oh mean, mean greed
Yeaaaah! 

Luckenbach, Texas (Back To The Basics Of Love)
Composer(s): Chips Moman - Bobby Emmons
Performer(s): Waylon Jennings & Willie Nelson; Tom Houston Orch.



The only two things in life that make it worth livin'
Is guitars tuned good 'n' firm-feelin' women
I don't need my name in the marquee lights
I got my songs and I got you with me tonight
Maybe it's time we got back to the basics of love
Let's go to Luckenbach, Texas with Waylon and Willie and the boys
This successful life we're livin' got us feudin' like the Hatfields and McCoys
Between Hank Williams' pain songs and Newbury's train songs
And blue eyes cryin' in the rain
Out in Luckenbach, Texas ain't nobody feelin' no pain
So baby let's sell your diamond ring
Buy some boots and faded jeans and go away
This coat and tie is chokin' me
In your high society you cry all day
We've been so busy keepin' up with the Jones
Four-car garage and we're still buildin' on
Maybe it's time we got back to the basics of love
Let's go to Luckenbach, Texas with Waylon and Willie and the boys
This successful life we're livin' got us feudin' like the Hatfields and McCoys
Between Hank Williams' pain songs and Newbury's train songs
And blue eyes cryin' in the rain
Out in Luckenbach, Texas ain't nobody feelin' no pain

Let's go to Luckenbach, Texas with Willie and Waylon and the boys
This successful life we're livin's got us feudin' like the Hatfields and McCoys
'tween Hank Williams' pain songs and Jerry Jeff's train songs
And blue eyes cryin' in the rain
Out in Luckenbach, Texas there ain't nobody feelin' no pain 

Money Talks
Composer(s): Don Airey; Ian Gillan;
Roger Glover; Steve Morse; Ian Paice
Performer(s): Deep Purple



I was young and healthy
Extremely wealthy
I swung in the trees
And did as I pleased
I thought I was rich
Oh yeah
Such sweet seduction
I could feel the suction
Greasing my palm
And doing no harm
Just making some deals
What a bitch

Money talks to me
Whispers in my ear
Gives me everything I want
Everything I want

I had rising stock
So I got more pockets
I knew somewhere to stick it
Where no-one would nick it
I kinda went private
And then, aha
Such sweet seclusion
No more intrusion
Too much food on my plate
But there's guards at the gate
Such joy
I could almost die of it

Money talks to me
Lays it on the line
Gives me everything I want
Everything I want

Money goes to money
Yes it always returns
Finds its way back to the big house
Where it lives all alone
Wraithlike silent partners
Operators of the system
Give words of quiet assurance
To an otherwise healthy victim

It's all coming back to me
I would swing in the trees
And I'd swim in the ocean
I used to show some emotion

I was not to blame
I feel no shame
The structure was shaking
Was there for the taking
I had the resources
But then, oh no
Someone outbid me
I can't take it with me?
Then I will devour it
I can't go without it
It's simply a question of
Market forces

Money talks to me
Whispers in my ear
Gives me everything I want
Everything I want
Money talks to me
Laughs right in my face
Gives me everything I want
Everything I want 

Luck Of The Draw
Composer(s): Paul Brady - Phil Brady
Performer(s): Bonnie Raitt; Paul Brady



You dust the bottles on the bar counter
You're writing screenplays on the side
Three nights a week can keep a girl workin'
Sometimes it's good to lose your pride

These things we do to keep the flame burnin'
And write our fire in the sky
Another day to see the wheel turnin'
Another avenue to try

It's in the luck of the draw, Baby
The natural law
Forget those movies you saw, little Baby
It's in the luck of the draw, Baby
The natural law (Flame keep on burnin')
Forget those movies you saw, little Baby (wheel ever turnin')

You turn around and say it's last orders
You fix the ribbon in your hair
Tomorrow's letter by the hall doorway
Could be the answer to your prayers

Money Isn't Everything
(aka Dreaming Out Loud)
Composer(s): Sam Coslow
Performer(s): Frances Langford
and multiple other artists



I see a chapel, the organ plays
I'm so excited, so proud
I beg your pardon
I was just dreaming out loud

I walk beside you, right down the aisle
We fight our way thru the crowd
I beg your pardon
I was just dreaming out loud

With my imagination
I ought to write fiction I guess
Just for illustration
I just dreamed up my wedding dress…

We're close together
And your embrace
Helps to erase every cloud
I beg your pardon – your humble pardon
I was just dreaming out loud 

Luck Be A Lady
Composer(s): Frank Loesser
First performance/First recording/First release by: Robert Alda - 1950/1950/1951
Covered by multiple other artists



They call you Lady Luck
But there is room for doubt
At times you have a very unladylike way of running out
You're on this date with me
The pickin's have been lush
And yet before this evening is over
You might give me the brush
You might forget your manners
You might refuse to stay
And so the best that I can do is pray

Luck be a lady tonight
Luck be a lady tonight
Luck if you've ever been a lady to begin with
Luck be a lady tonight

Luck let a gentleman see
How nice a dame you can be
I know the way you've treated other guys you've been with
Luck be a lady with me

A lady doesn't leave her escort
It isn't fair, it isn't nice
A lady doesn't wander all over the room
And blow on some other guy's dice

So let's keep this party polite
Never get out of my site
Stick with me, baby, I'm the fellow you came in with
Luck be a lady tonight

Money Is The Root Of All Evil
Composer(s): Joan Whitney - Alex Kramer
Performer(s): The Andrews Sisters



La-la-la
Money is the root of all evil
Money is the root of all evil
Won't contaminate myself with it
Take it away, take it away, take it away

If a woman calls a man honey
And it's on account of his money
Honey & money will soon be gone
Take it away, take it away, take it away

I got the one I love
I got the moon & stars above
I got my youth & health
What do I want with wealth?

Money is the root of all evil
Money is the root of all evil
Won't contaminate myself with it
Take it away, take it away, take it away

La-la-la

Haven't got a cent but don't worry
Haven't got a job but no hurry
I would answer if they gave me gold
Take it away, take it away, take it away

If you want no income tax mister
Take it easy & relax mister
When they offer work be strong & say
Take it away, take it away, take it away

I got the one I love
I got the moon & stars above
I got my youth & my health
What do I want with wealth?

Money is the root of all evil
Money is the root of all evil
Won't contaminate myself with it
Take it away, take it away, take it away, take it away
Take it away, take it away, take it away, take it away 

Lucille Has Messed My Mind Up
Composer(s): LaMarr Bruister
Performer(s): Jeff Simmons



Lucille
Has messed my mind up
But I still love her
Oh I still love her

Lucille
Has messed my mind up
But I still need her
You know I need her

Whatcha tryna doota me
Whatcha tryna doota me
Whatcha tryna doota me
You got me goin' outa my mind

Lucille
Has tore my heart up
But I still love her
I really love her

Lucille
Has tore my heart up
But I still want her
I really want her

She treats me like my hard
Is made of stone
She runs around
And leaves me home alone

She doesn't answer
When I call her on the phone
She messed up my mind
I'm cryin' alla the time

Lucille
Has messed my mind up
But I still love her
I still love her

Lucille
Has tore my heart up
But I still want her
Hey, I still love her

Lucille
Has tore my heart up
But I still need her
I really need her, baby

Oh, Lucille
Has tore my heart up
But you know I still love her ...

Het Spel Kaarten
((English Versions: Deck Of Cards (Phil Harris) - 1948; The Red Deck Of Cards (Red River Dave McEnery) - 1954
A Hillbilly's Deck Of Cards (Ferlin Husky) - 1966; Cards Spiritualised; The Soldier's Almanac Bible And Prayer Book))
Performer(s): Cowboy Gerard & De Rodeo Riders - 1965



Het was in de tweede wereldoorlog 
Een groep soldaten kwam terug van een patrouille 
en arriveerde in een klein dorp 
De volgende morgen, zondag, ging een aantal van hen 
onder leiding van een sergeant, naar de kerk 
Nadat de geestelijke een gebed had gelezen begon 'ie te preken 
Die jongens die een kerkboek hadden haalden het te voorschijn 
Maar 1 van hen had alleen maar een spel kaarten bij zich dat 'ie voor zich uitspreidde 
De sergeant zag wat 'ie deed en zei dat 'ie de kaarten weg moest doen 
Na afloop van de dienst werd de soldaat gestraft 
en bij de officier militaire politie gebracht 
"Waarom heeft u 'm hier gebracht, sergeant?", vroeg de officier 
"Hij zat te kaarten in de kerk", was het antwoord 
"Wat heb je daar op te zeggen, knaap?", zei de luitenant 
"Heel veel", was het antwoord van de bewuste soldaat 
"Dat zullen we hopen, want als je geen deugdelijke reden hebt 
dan zal ik je strenger straffen dan wie ook" 
De soldaat zei: "Luitenant, ik ben zes dagen op patrouille geweest 
Ik had geen bijbel of kerkboek, maar ik hoop u te kunnen overtuigen 
van de oprechtheid van m'n bedoelingen"
Nadat 'ie dit had gezegd, begon 'ie z'n verhaal

"Kijk luitenant, als ik naar de aas van het spel kijk, dan weet ik dat er maar 1 God is 
en de twee vertelt me dat de bijbel in twee delen verdeeld is, het oude en het nieuwe testament 
Als ik de drie zie, dan denk ik aan de Vader, de Zoon en de Heilige Geest 
De vier herinnert me aan de vier evanchelisten die het woord predikten
Mattheus, Marcus, Lucas en Johannes 
De vijf doet me denken aan de vijf wijze maagden 
die hun lamp brandend hielden en gespaard bleven
Vijf van de tien waren dwaas en werden verstoten; de overige vijf bleven gespaard 
Zes, dat zijn de zes dagen waarin God de hemel en de aarde heeft gemaakt 
Zeven herinnert me aan de zevende dag, de rustdag 
De acht doet me denken aan de acht mensen die gered werden toen de aarde vernietigd werd 
Het waren Noach, z'n vrouw, z'n zonen en hun vrouwen 
Bij de negen denk ik aan de melaatsen die onze Redder reinigde van de zonden 
en negen van de tien bedankten Hem zelfs niet 
Bij tien denk ik aan de tien geboden die Mozes op de stenen tafelen ontving 
Zie ik de koning, dan weet ik dat er slechts 1 grote Koning is 
De vrouw herinnert me aan moeder Maria, koningin van de hemel 
De boer van het spel is de duivel 
Als ik de tekens op de kaarten tel dan kom ik tot 365, de dagen van het jaar 
Er zijn 52 kaarten, de weken van het jaar 
Vier kleuren zijn er, vier weken in een maand 
Er zijn twaalf kaarten met een afbeelding, dat wil dus zeggen: twaalf maanden in een jaar 
Ook zijn er dertien troeven in een spel, dertien weken in een kwartaal
Ziet u luitenant, m'n speelkaarten betekenen voor mij een bijbel 
een almanak en een kerkboek tegelijk"

Beste mensen, dit was een waar verhaal 
Ik weet het zeker, want die soldaat, dat was ik 

Lucille Et Les Libellules
Composer(s): Yves Duteil
Performer(s): Yves Duteil



Deux ou trois libellules en vol
Troublaient Lucille
Sur le chemin de son école
En pleine ville
Ces libellules en ville sont folles
Se dit Lucille
Qui les attrape avec un fil
Et puis s'envole

Deux ou trois libellules en vol
Portaient Lucille
Deux ou trois hirondelles en file
Suivaient leur vol
Elles sont arrivées sur une île
Si loin de son école
Que les lumières de la ville
Sont des lucioles

Les libellules disaient "Lucille
À notre école
Vois, c'est facile, tu bats des cils
Et tu t'envoles ..."
Comme elles prononçaient ces paroles
Au même instant Lucille
Entendit au loin dans la ville
Sonner l'école

Deux ou trois libellules en vol
Suivaient Lucille
Sur le chemin de son école
En pleine ville
Pressant le pas, souple et gracile
Lucille frôlait le sol
Battant des cils d'un air tranquille
Vers son école

Money Honey
((French Versions: Belle Honey - 1963; Monnaie, Monnaie (by Johnny Hallyday) - 1996))
Composer(s): Jesse Stone
First release by: Clyde McPhatter & The Drifters - 1953
Covered by multiple other artists



You know, the landlord rang my front door bell
I let it ring for a long, long spell
I went to the window
I peeped through the blind
And asked him to tell me what's on his mind
He said
Money, honey
Money, honey
Money, honey
If you want to get along with me
Well, I screamed and I hollered
I was so hard-pressed
I called the woman that I loved the best
I finally got my baby about half past three
She said I'd like to know what you want with me
I said
Money, honey
Money, honey
Money, honey
If you want to get along with me
Well, I said tell me baby, what's wrong with you?
From this day on our romance is through
I said, tell me baby, face to face
How could another man take my place?
She said
Money, honey
Money, honey
Money, honey
If you want to get a long with me
Well, I've learned my lesson and now I know
The sun may shine and the winds may blow
The women may come and the women may go
But before I say I love you so
I want
Money, honey
Money, honey
Money, honey
If you want to get along with me

Lucille
((Adapted from: Lucille (Little Richard) - 1957))
((French Versions: Lucille (Johnny Hallyday) - 1964; Lucille (Michel Pagliaro) - 1975))
Composer(s): Little Richard - Al Collins - Bennie Jolink - Bennie Migchelbrink
Performer(s): Normaal - 1990



Lucille, wat maak i-j mien now weer kloar
Lucille, wat maak i-j mien now weer kloar
altied wat te drammen, i-j zeurt 't hele joar

ik zit hele dagen
met de kont veur de T.V.
en vroag ik is 't etten kloar
dan is 't antwoord: nee

Lucille, wat maak i-j mien now weer kloar
Lucille, wat maak i-j mien now weer kloar
altied wat te drammen, i-j zeurt 't hele joar

ik wie vanmargen wakker
Lucille was nergens te zien
ik denk bi-j mien eigen
wat een eigenwies knien

Lucille, wat maak i-j mien now weer kloar
Lucille, wat maak i-j mien now weer kloar
altied wat te drammen, i-j zeurt 't hele joar

zie was weer terruggekommen
met een stuk in de kraag
in vind 't prima dat i-j schik hebt
moar margen gin geklaag

Lucille, wat maak i-j mien now weer kloar
Lucille, wat maak i-j mien now weer kloar
altied wat te drammen, i-j zeurt 't hele joar

wi-j hadden weer es ruzie
en wi-j gooiden met servies
moar zi-j gooien alleen met dure chinese vazen uut de
Ming dynastie die ik op één van mien verre buutelandse reizen
veur weinig trouwens, op de kop had kunnen tikken,
ik zeg: ben i-j wel goed wies

Lucille, wat maak i-j mien now weer kloar
Lucille, wat maak i-j mien now weer kloar
altied wat te drammen, i-j zeurt 't hele joar

altied wat te drammen, i-j zeurt en i-j zanikt en i-j zei ...
eh
zwamt 't hele g ... ganselijke lange joar

Money Honey
Composer(s): Eric Faulkner; Stuart "Woody" Wood
Performer(s): Bay City Rollers



Money-can't make you turn your head now
Money-can't get you into bed now
Money 
Honey-can't give more than you get now
Money Honey you aint' got no respect
But I like to watch you lust to see what you can get
And Money Honey gets you breakfast in bed
And Money Honey, oh you drive me out my head

Living like a princess with a frown
Giving-I can't afford to cry on
Money, Honey, hey, girl come on, don't bring me down

Money Honey you ain't got no respect ...

Money-must it buy all I can get now
Money-without it how far will I get now
Money 
Honey, hold it you'd be losing my respect now

Money Honey you ain't got no respect...