Talk To Me
Composer(s): Bruce Springsteen
Performer(s): Southside Johnny & the Asbury Jukes



Well every night I see a light up in your window
But every night you won't answer your door
But although you won't ever let me in
From the street I can see your silhouette sittin' close to him
What must I do
What does it take
To get you to

Talk to me
Until the night is over
Talk to me
Well until the night is over, yeah yeah yeah
I got a full week's pay
And baby I've been working hard each day
I'm not asking for the world you see
I'm just asking girl
Talk to me

Well late at night I hear the music that you're playing soft and low
Yes and late at night I see the two of you swayin', so close
I don't understand darling what was my sin
Why am I down here below while you're up there with him
What did I do
What did I say
What must I pay
To get you to

Talk to me
Until the night is over
Talk to me
Well until the night is over, yeah yeah yeah
I got a full week's pay
And baby I've been working hard each day
I'm not asking for the world you see
I'm just asking girl
Talk to me
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

I don't understand darling what was my sin
Why am I down here below while you're up there with him
What did I do
What did I say
What must I pay
To get you to

Talk to me
Until the night is over
Talk to me
Well until the night is over, yeah yeah yeah
I got a full week's pay
And baby I've been working hard each day
I'm not asking for the world you see
I'm down on my bended knees
I'm just asking darling please won't you
Talk to me

Mr. Charlie
Composer(s): Robert Hunter; Ron McKernan
Performer(s): The Grateful Dead
and various other artists



I take a little powder
I take a little salt
I put it in my shotgun
and I go walking out

Chuba-chuba
Wooley-booley
Looking high
Looking low
Gonna scare you up and shoot you
'Cause Mr. Charlie told me so

I won't take you life
Won't even take a limb
Just unload my shotgun
and take a little skin

Chuba-chuba
Wooley-booley
Looking high
Looking low
Gonna scare you up and shoot you
'Cause Mr. Charlie told me so

Well you take a silver dollar
Take a silver dime
Mix em both together
in some alligator wine

I can hear the drums
Voo-doo all night long
Mr. Charlie tellin me
I can't do nothin wrong

Chuba-chuba
Wooley-booley
Looking high
Looking low
Gonna scare you up and shoot you
'Cause Mr. Charlie told me so

Now Mr. Charlie told me
Thought you'd like to know
Give you a little warning
before I let you go

Chuba-chuba
Wooley-booley
Lookin high
Lookin low
Gonna scare you up and shoot you 
'Cause Mr. Charlie told me so

Glass Securit
Composer(s): Serge Gainsbourg
Performer(s): Serge Gainsbourg



Tequila aquavit
Un glass securit
Pour prendre ton clit
A jeun je trouve ça limite
J'ai besoin d'une bit
Ure bien composite

Tequila aquavit
Je recherche Aphrodite
Froideur explicite
Ouais j'y vais sans hésit-
Ation mais pas d'excit-
Ation climax exit

Tequila aquavit
Que de langues sodomites
De doigts troglodytes
Des plombes que je te visite
Absence de coït
O.Kay on est quitte

Toi tu l'prends comme un rit-
Uel un plan habit-
Uel plus rien ne t excite
A jeun je trouve ça limite
J'ai besoin d'une bit-
Ure bien composite

Tequila aquavit
Mon verre securit
Eclate en petites
Particules j'évite
De les mettre en orbite
Sur ta chrysalide

Tequila aquavit
Plus de glass securit
Pour prendre ton clit
Je ne sais ce que nécessitent
Ton con et ton clit
Je suis perdu j'hésite

Oh et puis merde je quitte
Tes muqueuses shit
J'ouvre mon lexique
Mallarmé dixit
Je cite
Et dans ses jambes où la victime se couche
Levant une peau noire ouverte sous le crin
Avance le palais de cette étrange bouche
Pâle et rose comme un coquillage marin

Talk To Me
Composer(s): Stanley Kahan - Eddie Snyder - Rudy Vallee
Performer(s): Frank Sinatra



Talk to me, talk to me, talk to me
Your magical kiss can take me just so far

Talk to me, talk to me, talk to me
Don't leave me like this -- dangling from a star

You set me all aglow, and it's so pleasin'
Sure would be a shame if you were only teasin'

So my Love, before you go
Turn the lights way down low

And talk to me, talk to me, talk to me

Mr. Businessman
Composer(s): Ray Stevens
Originally performed by: Ray Stevens
Covered by various other artists



Itemize the things you covet
As you squander through your life
Bigger cars, bigger houses
Term insurance for your wife
Tuesday evenings with your harlot
And on Wednesdays it's your charlatan
analyst, he's high upon your list

You've got air conditioned sinuses
And dark disturbing doubts about religion
And you keep those cards and letters going out
While your secretary's tempting you
Your morals are exempting you from guilt and shame
Heaven knows you're not to blame

You better, take care of business Mr. Businessman
What's your plan?
Get down to business Mr. Businessman if you can
Before it's too late and you throw your life away

Did you see your children growing up today
And did you hear the music of their laughter
As they set about to play
Did you catch the fragrance of those roses in your garden
Did the morning sunlight warm your soul,
Brighten up your day
Do you qualify to be alive
or is the limit of your senses so as only to survive
Hey yeah.....

Spending counterfeit incentive
Wasting precious time and health
Placing value on the worthless
Disregarding priceless wealth
You can wheel and deal the best of them
And steal it from the rest of them
You know the score, their ethics are a bore

Eighty-six anesthetic crutches prop you to the top
Where the smiles are all synthetic
And the ulcers never stop
When they take that final inventory,
Yours will be the same sad story everywhere
No one will really care, no one more lonely than
This rich important man, let's have your autograph
Endorse your epitaph

You better, take care of business Mr. Businessman
What's your plan?
Get down to business Mr. Businessman if you can

Glass Onion
Composer(s): John Lennon; Paul McCartney
Performer(s): The Beatles;
and various other artists



I told you about strawberry fields 
You know the place where nothing is real 
Well here's another place you can go 
Where everything flows 
Looking through the bent backed tulips 
To see how the other half live 
Looking through a glass onion 

I told you about the walrus and me, man 
You know that we're as close as can be, man 
Well here's another clue for you all 
The walrus is Paul 
Standing on the cast iron shore, yeah 
Lady Madonna trying to make ends meet, yeah 
Looking through a glass onion 
Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah 
Looking through a glass onion 

I told you about the fool on the hill 
I tell you man he's living there still 
Well here's another place you can be 
Listen to me 
Fixing a hole in the ocean 
Tryin' to make a dovetail joint 
Looking through a glass onion

Talk That Talk
Composer(s): Al Kasha - Hank Hunter - Sidney Wyche
Performer(s): Jackie Wilson; Louie & the Ambassadors



Shooby do do wop do
Shooby do do wop do

You ought to see my baby
Walking down the isle with me
Arm and arm with me
It's a beautiful sight to see
You ought to hear my lovin baby
Whisper in my ear
Tender words she knows I love to hear

Man, you ought to see her 
Walk that walk
Gives me fever when she
Talks that talk
My baby just walks that walk
talks that talk for me... woooo

Here she come now
Walk that walk
C'mon baby talk that talk
My baby just walks that walk
Talks that talk for me

She sets my soul on fire
When ever she talks that talk
She's so doggone fine
When she tells me she's mine all mine
I want the world to see my baby
Maybe they will understand
That she's my love
I'm her lovin man

Man, watch her 
Walk that walk, c'mon baby
talk that talk, my baby just walks that walk
talks that talk for me
Woooo Here she comes now
walk that walk, c'mon woman
talk that talk my baby just
walks that walk talks that talk for me

Here she comes
Don't you Love It

Mr. Bojangles
Composer(s): Jerry Jeff Walker
Originally performed by: Jerry Jeff Walker
Covered by various other artists



I knew a man, Bojangles and he danced for you
In worn out shoes
Silver hair, a ragged shirt and baggy pants
The old soft shoe
He jumped so high
He jumped so high
Then he'd lightly touch down

I met him in a cell in New Orleans, I was
Down and out
He looked to me to be the eyes of age
As he spoke right out
He talked of life
He talked of life
He laughed, clicked his heels and stepped

He said his name, Bojangles and he danced a lick
Across the cell
He grabbed his pants, a better stance
Oh, he jumped so high
Then he clicked his heels
He let go a laugh
He let go a laugh
Pushed back his clothes all around
Mr. Bojangles
Mr. Bojangles
Mr. Bojangles
Dance

He danced for those in minstral shows and county fairs
Throughout the south
He spoke with tears of fifteen years how his dog and him
Traveled about
The dog up and died
He up and died
After twenty years he still grieves

He said I dance now at every chance in honky tonks
For drinks and tips
But most the time I spend behind these county bars
He said I drinks a bit
He shook his head
And as he shook his head
I heard someone ask him please
Please
Mr. Bojangles
Mr. Bojangles
Mr. Bojangles
Dance

Glad To Be Unhappy
Composer(s): Richard Rodgers; Lorenz Hart
Performer(s): The Mamas & The Papas;
and various other artists



Fools rush in, so here I am
Awfully glad to be unhappy
I can't win but here I am
More than glad to be unhappy

Unrequited love's a bore, yeah
And I've got it pretty bad
But for someone you adore
It's a pleasure to be sad

Like a straying baby lamb
With no mama and no papa
I'm so unhappy, yeah

Unrequited love's a bore, yeah
And I've got it pretty bad
But for someone you adore
It's a pleasure to be sad

Like a straying baby lamb
With no mama and no papa
I'm so unhappy, yeah
But oh so glad

Talk Talk
Composer(s): Sean Bonniwell
First release by: The Music Machine - 1966
Covered by multiple other artists



I got me a complication
And it's an only child
Concernin' my reputation
As something more than wild
I know it serves me right
But I can't sleep at night
Have to hide my face
Or go some other play-ay-ay-ay-ay-ace

I won't cry out for justice
Admit that I was wrong
I'll stay in hibernation
'Til the talk subsides to gone
My social life's a dud
My name is really mud
I'm up to here in lies
Guess I'm down to size
To size

Can't seem to talk about
The things that bother me
Seems to be
What everybody has
Against me
Oh, oh, all right

Here's the situation
And how it really stands
I'm out of circulation
I've all but washed my hands
My social life's a dud
My name is really mud
I'm up to here in lies
Guess I'm down to size
To size

Talk talk Talk talk Talk talk Talk talk 

Mr. Blue Sky
Composer(s): Jeff Lynne
Originally performed by: Electric Light Orchestra
Covered by various other artists



Sun is shinin' in the sky
There ain't a cloud in sight
It's stopped rainin'
Everybody's in a play
And don't you know
It's a beautiful new day

Runnin' down the avenue
See how the sun shines brightly
In the city on the streets
Where once was pity
Mr. Blue Sky is living here today

Mr. Blue Sky, please tell us why
You had to hide away
For so long where did we go wrong

Hey there Mr. Blue
We're so pleased to be with you
Look around see what you do
Everybody smiles at you

Hey you with the pretty face
Welcome to the human race
A celebration Mr. Blue Sky's
Up there waitin' and today
Is the day we've waited for

Mr. Blue Sky, please tell us why
You had to hide away
For so long where did we go wrong

Mr. Blue you did it right
But soon comes Mr. Night
Creepin' over, now his
Hand is on your shoulder
Never mind I'll remember you this way

Mr. Blue Sky, please tell us why
You had to hide away
For so long where did we go wrong

Glad Rags
Composer(s): Johnny Bond
Performer(s): Johnny Bond;
Jimmy Dean; Mac Wiseman



Now honey, you do the dishes and I'll feed the old sow
Also the chickens and our one Jersey cow
Take down yur curlers and powder your nose
Big time at Jones' place, so wear your best clothes
There'll be no evening gowns, not even a tux
They'll come in wagons, buggies and pick-up trucks
We'll do square dancin' under kerosine light
We'll wear glad rags tonight, my honey
We'll wear glad rags tonight

Big time at Jones' place, so wear your best clothes

Silvester comin', hum and fiddle a tune
Red headed kids will swipe away his spittoon
Then run and hide behind a bale of hay
But that old sittin' hen will scare 'em away
Look for me beside the old cider keg
I'll set my cup down and we'll both shake a leg
Never a ballroom had a prettier sight
We'll wear glad rags tonight, my honey
We'll wear glad rags tonight

Tales Of Brave Ulysses
Composer(s): Eric Clapton - Martin Sharp
First release by: Cream - 1967
Covered by multiple other artists



You thought the leaden winter would bring you down forever
But you rode upon a steamer to the violence of the sun

And the colours of the sea blind your eyes with trembling mermaids
And you touch the distant beaches with tales of brave Ulysses
How his naked ears were tortured by the sirens sweetly singing
For the sparkling waves are calling you to kiss their white-laced lips

And you see a girl's brown body dancing through the turquoise
And her footprints make you follow where the sky loves the sea
And when your fingers find her, she drowns you in her body
Carving deep blue ripples in the tissues of your mind

The tiny purple fishes run laughing through your fingers
And you want to take her with you to the hard land of the winter

Her name is Aphrodite and she rides a crimson shell
And you know you cannot leave her for you touched the distant sands
With tales of brave Ulysses; how his naked ears were tortured
By the sirens sweetly singing

The tiny purple fishes run laughing through your fingers
And you want to take her with you to the hard land of the winter

Mr. Blue
Composer(s): DeWayne Blackwell
Originally performed by: The Fleetwoods
Covered by various other artists



Our guardian star lost all his glow
The day that I lost you
He lost all his glitter the day you said "No"
And his silver turned to blue
Like him, I am doubtful that your love is true
But if you decide to call on me
Ask for Mr. Blue

I'm Mr. Blue (wah-a-wah-ooh)
When you say you love me (ah, Mr. Blue)
Then prove it by goin' out on the sly
Provin' your love isn't true
Call me Mr. Blue

I'm Mr. Blue (wah-a-wah-ooh)
When you say you're sorry (ah, Mr. Blue)
Then turn around, head for the lights of town
Hurtin' me through and through
Call me Mr. Blue

I stay at home at night (I stay at home)
Right by the phone at night (right by the phone)
But you won't call
And I-I won't hu-urt my pride (call me Mr.)

I won't tell you (wah-a-wah-ooh)
Why you paint the town (ah, Mr. Blue)
A bright red to turn it upside down
I'm paintin' it too
But I'm paintin' it blue
Call me Mr. Blue (wah-a-wah-ooh)
Call me Mr. Blue (wah-a-wah-ooh)

Call me Mr. Blue

Glad I Waited Just For You
Composer(s): Royce Porter; Bucky Jones
Performer(s): Reba McEntire



Use to be (Use to be)
Love was mean to me 
Every love I tried my heart cried that won't do 
Now you see (Now you see) 
Love's been good to me I guess my love was waiting just for you 
You and me (You and me) (You and me) 
Go so well as we 
Fit right to a T 
Can't you see we do 

Gotta say (Gotta say) (Gotta say)
Your love's got a way 
Of making me glad 
I waited just for you
I should have known
That my heart could not be wrong

Gotta say (Gotta say) (Gotta say)
Your love's got a way 
Of making me glad 
I waited just for you
I should have known
That my heart could not be wrong

Gotta say (Gotta say) (Gotta say)
Your love's got a way 
Of making me glad 
I waited just for you
I should have known
That my heart could not be wrong

Gotta say (Gotta say) (Gotta say)
Your love's got a way 
Of making me glad 
I waited just for you
I should have known
That my heart could not be wrong

Tal Vez Cheché
Performer(s): Jaime Roos



Allá en el cielo te están llamando
Y en una de esas lo vas a oír
Allá en el suelo te están llamando
Y en una de esas vas a morir 

Tal vez Cheché
Te digo che 

Allá en el viento te estás buscando
Y en una de esas anunciarán
Que el jugador seguirá en el campo
Aunque sus alas no quieran más 

Tal vez Cheché
Te digo che 

Y cuando nadie recuerde tu alma
Cuando se incendie una catedral
Manos de fuego abrirán tus alas
Y tu graznido renacerá 

Tal vez Cheché
Te digo che 

Fénix Fénix
No baja 

Mr. Big Stuff
Composer(s): Joseph Broussard; Carol Washington; Ralph Williams
Originally performed by: Jean Knight
Covered by various other artists



(Oh yeah, ooh)
Mr. Big Stuff
Who do you think you are
Mr. Big Stuff 
You're never gonna get my love

Now because you wear all those fancy clothes (oh yeah)
And have a big fine car, oh yes you do now
Do you think I can afford to give you my love (oh yeah)
You think you're higher than every star above

Mr. Big Stuff 
Who do you think you are
Mr. Big Stuff 
You're never gonna get my love

Now I know all the girls I've seen you with
I know you broke their hearts one after another now, bit by bit
You made 'em cry, many poor girls cry
When they try to keep you happy, they just try to keep you satisfied

Mr. Big Stuff, tell me tell me
Who do you think you are
Mr. Big Stuff 
You're never gonna get my love

I'd rather give my love to a poor guy that has a love that's true (oh yeah)
Than to be fooled around and get hurt by you
'Cause when I give my love, I want love in return (oh yeah)
Now I know this is a lesson Mr. Big Stuff you haven't learned

Mr. Big Stuff, tell me
Who do you think you are
Mr. Big Stuff 
You're never gonna get my love

Mr. Big Stuff
You're never gonna break my heart
Mr. Big Stuff 
You're never gonna make me cry

Mr. Big Stuff, tell me
Just who do you think you are
Mr. Big Stuff 
You're never gonna get my love
Mr. Big Stuff

Glad And Sorry
Composer(s): Ronnie Lane
Performer(s): Faces; Billy Bragg & The Blokes; 
Golden Smog; Ian McLagan; Susan Voelz



Thank you kindly for thinking of me
If I'm not smiling I'm just thinking

Glad and sorry, happy or sad
When all is done and spoken
You're up or I'm down

Can you show me a dream
Can you show me one that's better than mine
Can you stand it in the cold light of day
Neither can I

Can you show me a dream
Can you show me one that's better than mine
Can you stand it in the cold light of day
Neither can I

Tal Vez
Performer(s): Luis Eduardo Aute



Qué hacer cuando ser uno mismo
es cine de terror
qué hacer cuando el deseo
es policía del amor
qué hacer cuando es un éxito
matar al perdedor
qué hacer cuando la máscara
le sobra al impostor
Tal vez huir
huir a la vida
tal vez vivir
vivir en la huida
tal vez
Qué hacer cuando mirar no es ver
aquello que se ve
qué hacer cuando el futuro
es un espejo en la pared.
qué hacer cuando el mercado
de almas es dogma de fe
qué hacer cuando ser libre
es preguntarse: ¿para qué?
Tal vez huir...
Qué hacer cuando los héroes
persiguen un balón
qué hacer cuando es anónima
la carne de cañón
qué hacer cuando los monstruos
se han cargado de razón
qué hacer cuando el latido
ya dispara al corazón
Tal vez huir...  

Mr. Bass Man
Composer(s): Johnny Cymbal; Alan Lorber
Performer(s): Johnny Cymbal



Mr. Bass Man, you've got that certain somethin'
Mr. Bass Man, you set the music thumpin'
To you it's easy when you go 1-2-3
b-b-b-b-ba-ba-ba (b-ba-b-b-b-b-b-ba-ba)

Yeah! Mr. Bass Man, you're on all the songs
With the d-d-boom-boom, and the dit-dit-boom-boom-boom
Hey Mr. Bass Man, you're the hidden King of Rock 'n' Roll
b-b-b-b-ba-ba-ba (b-ba-b-b-b-b-b-ba-ba)

Owww, it don't mean a thing when the lead is singin'
Or when he goes "Hi-yi-yi-yi-yi-yah"

Hey Mr. Bass Man, I'm askin' just one thing
Will you teach me? Yeah, will you sing?
'Cause Mr. Bass Man, I wanna be a bass man too
b-b-b-b-ba-ba-ba (b-ba-b-b-b-b-b-ba-ba)