Tanto Daño
Composer(s): Vicente Garrido
Performer(s): Javier Solís 
and multiple other artists



Me haces daño fingiendo un cariño que nunca sentiste
me haces daño negando a mi vida tu sinceridad
Tus caricias me ofenden pues siempre te fui indiferente
tus halagos me insultan pues nunca dijiste verdad

Tanto daño me causa pensar que no puedes quererme
y que inútil ha sido el afán de mi eterna ansiedad
que me odio yo mismo por haber fracasado
y por ser tan pequeño mi amor para darte la felicidad

Tanto daño me causa pensar que no puedes quererme
y que inútil ha sido el afán de mi eterna ansiedad
que me odio yo mismo por haber fracasado
y por ser tan pequeño mi amor para darte la felicidad

Multiplication
Composer(s): Bobby Darin
Originally performed by: Bobby Darin
Covered by various other artists



When you see a gentleman bee
Round a lady bee buzzin'
Just count to ten then count again
There's sure to be an even dozen

Multiplication
That's the name of the game
And each generation
They play the same

Now, there was two butterflies castin' their eyes
Both in the same direction
You'd never guess that one little yes
Could start a butterfly collection

Multiplication
That's the name of the game
And each generation
They play the same

Let me tell ya now …

I say one and one is five
You can call me a silly goat
But, ya take two minks add two winks
Ahhh … ya got one mink coat

When a girl gets coy in front of a boy
After three or four dances
Ah … you can just bet she'll play hard to get
To multiply her chances

Multiplication
That's the name of the game
And each generation
You know they play the same

Hear me talkin' to ya …

Mother Nature's a clever girl
She relies on habit
Ya take two hares with no cares
Pretty soon you got a room full of rabbits

Parakeets in-between tweets
Sometimes get too quiet
Uh-oh … but, have no fear 'cause soon you'll hear
A parakeet's riot just try it

Multiplication
That's the name of the game
And every generation
You know they play the same

Yes ... it's multiplication
That's the name of the game
And each generation
They play the same

Goin' Out Of My Head
Spanish Title: Me Gusta Pensar En Ti
Composer(s): Teddy Randazzo; Bob Weinstein
Performer(s): Little Anthony & The Imperials



Well, I think I'm goin' out of my head
Yes, I think I'm goin' out of my head
Over you, Over you
I want you to want me, I need you so badly
I can't think of anything but you

And I think I'm goin' out of my head
Yes, I think I'm goin' out of my head
Over you, Over you

I see you each morning
But you just walk past me 
You don't even know that I exist

Goin' out of my head over you
Out of my head over you 
Out of my head day and night
Night and day and night
Wrong or right 

I must think of a way 
Into your heart
There's no reason why 
My being shy Should keep us apart
And I think I'm goin' out of my head
Yes, I think I'm goin' out of my head

Goin' out of my head over you
Out of my head over you 
Out of my head day and night
Night and day and night
Wrong or right 
Night and day and night
Wrong or right, day or night
everyday, every, every day

Tanto Cara
Composer(s): Alberto Mancinotti - Giorgio Zinzi - Piero Mirigliano
First release by: Guido Renzi - 1971



Cara
Ringrazio il cielo che mi ha datto te
Questa mia vita, ora è vita sai
Cercavo il sole, ora è qui con me
E nei tui occhi...

Grazie
Grazie di tutto quello che mi dai
La comprenzione il bene che mi vuoi
La tenerezza che io trovo in te
Mi fa fritare al mondo che sei 
Cara...
Tanto cara è la mia bambina
Cerco...
Con un'altra mai la cambieri i
Ora...
Ora che non ti ero nulla
Solo...
Prego il Dio tenerti accanto me
Accanto me, accanto me, accanto me

Cara
Grazie di tutto quelo che mi dai
La comprenzione il bene che mi vuoi
La tenerezza che io trovo in te
Mi fa gritare al mondo che sei
Cara...
Tanto cara è la mia bambina
Cerco...

Multi-Colored Lady
Composer(s): Gregg Allman
Performer(s): Gregg Allman; Erik Viel



Got on a bus to Memphiiiss
Destination Rome...
Georgia aaaiin't no Paradiiisse, no place I could call hooooommmeee
I sat next to a broken hearted briiiiddeee
She was cryyyinn' tryyyyyin' so hard to hide
Her selfish sorrooooowwwww...

Multicolored Ladaaaaayyyy
You ain't like no rainbow I've ever seen...

Multicolored Laddaaayyy
Angry Red, Passion Blue, but mostlayyy

Shades of graaaayyyyyy

I tried to get her talkin'
She didn't have much to saaaaaayyyyyy
Asked me for a ticket to deeeaaatthhh rooowwww
And I didn't know the waaaaayyyyyyy

She had lost a million in the game
She wouldn't look out my window
At the pine trees
And the rain

It wasn't her gaaammmee

Multicolored Laaddaaayyy
You ain't like no rainbow
I've ever known

Multicolored Laaadddaaayyy
Angry Red, Passion Bluuuee, but mosttllaayyy

Shades of Graaaaayyyyyy

Evening came
And brought more rain...
Nothing seemed to ease heeeerrrrr paaaaiiinnn
All the minutttess seeemmed like hourrssss

Allll in vaaaaaaaiiinnnn

I watched as her teaaarrsss keep runnin' wiiiilllddd

And after awhile, long while, after, way on past

She start smiiiilliiinnn'

Multicolored Laaddaaayyyy
You ain't like no rainbow

I've ever known...

Multicolored Laddaaaaayyy

Please come with mmeeeee, I'll take yooouuuu

To my hooohoooohoooooooommmmmmmmmeeee

Oh, by the waaayy
I'm bound for Rome...

Goin' Nowhere Tonight
Composer(s): David Smalley; Eric Carmen
Performer(s): The Raspberries; Bill Lloyd



Goin' nowhere tonight, mama
I'm gonna be stayin' home
You walked out a week ago, and
I'm here sitting by my telephone
Hoping you might change your mind
Feeling sorry I was so unkind

Goin' nowhere tonight, mama
Can't take it no more
I called your number and your daddy said
You'd just gone out the door

How could you throw it all away?
I never thought I'd see the day
That I'd be...

Goin' nowhere tonight, mama
I'm gonna be stayin' home
You walked out a week ago, and
I'm here sitting by my telephone
Hoping you might change your mind
Feeling sorry I was so unkind

Goin' nowhere tonight, mama
Goin' nowhere tonight, mama
Goin' nowhere tonight, mama

Tanto Amar
Composer(s): Chico Buarque
Performer(s): Chico Buarque; Ney Matogrosso



Amo tanto e de tanto amar
Acho que ela é bonita
Tem um olho sempre a boiar
E outro que agita

Tem um olho que não está
Meus olhares evita
E outro olho a me arregalar
Sua pepita

A metade do seu olhar
Está chamando pra luta, aflita
E metade quer madrugar
Na bodeguita

Se seus olhos eu for cantar
Um seu olho me atura
E outro olho vai desmanchar
Toda a pintura

Ela pode rodopiar
E mudar de figura
A paloma do seu mirar
Virar miúra

É na soma do seu olhar
Que eu vou me conhecer inteiro
Se nasci pra enfrentar o mar
Ou faroleiro

Amo tanto e de tanto amar
Acho que ela acredita
Tem um olha a pestanejar
E outro me fita

Suas pernas vão me enroscar
Num balé esquisito
Seus dois olhos vão se encontrar
No infinito

Amo tanto e de tanto amar
Em Manágua temos um chico
Já pensamos em nos casar
Em Porto Rico

Mull Of Kintyre
Composer(s): Paul McCartney
Originally performed by: Wings
Covered by various other artists



Mull of Kintyre, oh mist rolling in from the sea
My desire is always to be here
Oh Mull of Kintyre
Far have I travelled and much have I seen
Dark distant mountains with valleys of green
Past painted desert the sunset's on fire
As he carries me home to the Mull of Kintyre

Mull of Kintyre, oh mist rolling in from the sea
My desire is always to be here
Oh Mull of Kintyre

Sweep through the heather like deer in the glen
Carry me back to the days I knew then
Nights when we sang like a heavenly choir
Of the life and the times of the Mull of Kintyre

Mull of Kintyre, oh mist rolling in from the sea
My desire is always to be here
Oh Mull of Kintyre

Smiles in the sunshine and tears in the rain
Still take me back where my mem'ries remain
Flickering ambers grow higher and high'r
As they carry me back to the Mull of Kintyre

Mull of Kintyre, oh mist rolling in from the sea
My desire is always to be here
Oh Mull of Kintyre

Mull of Kintyre...

Goin' Home
Composer(s): Alan Osmond; Wayne Osmond; Merrill Osmond
Performer(s): The Osmonds



I'm a track star, gotta run far
And I'm ready to go
It's a long, long road
And I gotta make it on my own

Everybody's gainin' on me
Tryin' to slow me down, but if
I'm gonna make it
Gotta fight, fight, fight all day
And night--and day--all right

Goin' home, goin' home, goin' home
I gotta make it, gonna make it all right
Goin' home, goin' home, goin' home
If it takes me the rest of my life

I'm a space man, from a different world
I gotta get back home
I've been gone so long
That I'm feelin' like a useless man

Everybody's lookin' at me
Tryin' to help me down
I gotta fight, fight, fight, even though it takes
Another day, and night, and day, all right

Oh me, why, why
Is it either win or lose
Somehow, someday
I'll never ever have to go away

Goin' home, goin' home, goin' home
I gotta make it, gonna make it all right

Goin' home, goin' home, goin' home
I gotta make it, gonna make it all right

Goin' home, goin' home, goin' home
I gotta make it, gonna make it all right

Goin' home, goin' home, goin' home
If it takes the rest of my life

Tante Julia
Performer(s): Boudewijn de Groot



Ik was een kleine jongen, zondagochtend was een hel 
En dominees vertelden me, wat ik niet mocht en wat wel 
En God zag altijd alles, groot en streng als een agent 
Dus in het kerkezakje deed ik braaf mijn kleverige cent 
En zondag 's middags ging mijn moeder op visite 
Bij mijn tante en dan moest ik mee 
Ik kreeg koeken, natte zoenen en een kneepje in mijn wang 
En een kopje slappe thee 

Ja tante Julia ik lijk alweer veel ouder 
Ik speel piano als u wilt maar haal uw borsten van mijn schouder 

Ik was een kleine jongen 
Als ik jarig was dan mocht 
Ik de kaarsje uit gaan blazen 
Op de taart die moeder kocht 
En oma snikte even 
Ach alweer een jaar voorbij 
Maar niemand die ooit hoorde 
Wat ze zacht tegen me zei 
En plotseling stond tante op en klapte in haar handen 
En noemde me haar vent 
En ze zei je moet wat spelen voor je tante en de rest 
Omdat je jarig bent 

Ja tante Julia ik lijk alweer veel ouder 
Ik speel piano als u wilt maar haal uw borsten van mijn schouder 

En nu ben ik dan ouder 
en nu woon ik overal 
En 's morgens weet ik vaak niet 
waar ik 's avonds slapen zal 
Ik reis de hele wereld door 
het zonlicht achterna 
Ik heb iedereen verlaten 
behalve tante Julia 
Het is zondag er is toch niks te doen 
en ik heb zin om naar mijn tante toe te gaan 
Als ze mij een zoen wil geven moet ik bukken 
en zijzelf moet op haar tenen staan 

Ja tante Julia ik lijk alweer veel ouder 
Ik speel piano als u wilt maar haal uw borsten van mijn schouder 

Oh 
Ja tante Julia ik lijk alweer veel ouder 
Ik speel piano als u wilt maar haal uw borsten van mijn schouder 

Mulheres De Atenas
Composer(s): Augusto Boal; Chico Buarque
Performer(s): Chico Buarque;
Los Machucambos; Quarteto em Cy



Mirem-se no exemplo daquelas mulheres de Atenas
Vivem pros seu maridos, orgulho e raça de Atenas
Quando amadas, se perfumam
Se banham com leite, se arrumam
Suas melenas
Quando fustigadas não choram
Se ajoelham, pedem, imploram
Mais duras penas
Cadenas

Mirem-se no exemplo daquelas mulheres de Atenas
Sofrem pros seus maridos, poder e força de Atenas
Quando eles embarcam, soldados
Elas tecem longos bordados
Mil quarentenas
E quando eles voltam sedentos
Querem arrancar violentos
Carícias plenas
Obscenas

Mirem-se no exemplo daquelas mulheres de Atenas
Despem-se pros maridos, bravos guerreiros de Atenas
Quando eles se entopem de vinho
Costumam buscar o carinho
De outras falenas
Mas no fim da noite, aos pedaços
Quase sempre voltam pros braços
De suas pequenas
Helenas

Mirem-se no exemplo daquelas mulheres de Atenas
Geram pros seus maridos os novos filhos de Atenas
Elas não têm gosto ou vontade
Nem defeito nem qualidade
Têm medo apenas
Não têm sonhos, só têm presságios
O seu homem, mares, naufrágios
Lindas sirenas
Morenas

Mirem-se no exemplo daquelas mulheres de Atenas
Temem por seus maridos, heróis e amantes de Atenas
As jovens viúvas marcadas
E as gestantes abandonadas
Não fazem cenas
Vestem-se de negro, se encolhem
Se conformam e se recolhem
Às suas novenas
Serenas

Mirem-se no exemplo daquelas mulheres de Atenas
Secam por seus maridos, orgulho e raça de Atenas

Goin' Down To Texas
Composer(s): Shel Silverstein
Performer(s): Shel Silverstein



How did I hurt that woman?
She never done me wrong
I run away and left her for
A redhead Amazon
I got no brains, I got no sense
I never had no class
So I'm goin' down to Texas
And be one more horse's ass

Chorus:
I'm goin' down to Texas
And be one more horse's ass
I used to be a stallion
But that's all in the past
So can't they settle on my nose
And point me towards the grass...
'Cause I'm goin' down to Texas
And be one more horse's ass!

I can't run in the hot sun
I won't run in the mud
I'm over-aged for racin'
And I'm overweight for stud
But I can drink and I can fight
A soul of whiskey glass
I'm goin' down to Texas
And be one more horse's ass!

Chorus

Tantas Palavras
Composer(s): Chico Buarque - Dominguinhos
Performer(s): Chico Buarque; Jose Luiz Mazziotti



Tantas palavras
Que eu conhecia
Só por ouvir falar, falar
Tantas palavras
Que ela gostava
E repetia
Só por gostar

Não tinham tradução
Mas combinavam bem
Toda sessão ela virava uma atriz
``Give me a kiss, darling''
``Play it again''

Trcamos confissões, sons
No cinema, dublando as paixões
Movendo as bocas
Com palavras ocas
Ou fora de si
Minha boca
Sem que eu compreendesse
Falou c'est fini
C'est fini

Tantas palavras
Que eu conhecia
E já não falo mais, jamais
Quantas palavras
Que ela adorava
Saíram de cartaz

Nós aprendemos
Palavras duras
Como dizer perdi, perdi
Palavras tontas
Nossas palavras
Quem falou não está mais aqui

Mulher, Vou Dizer Quanto Eu Te Amo
Composer(s): Chico Buarque
Performer(s): Zé Luiz Mazziotti



Mulher, vou dizer quanto eu te amo
Cantando a flor
Que nós plantamos
Que veio a tempo
Nesse tempo que carece
Dum carinho, duma prece
Dum sorriso, dum encanto

Mulher, imagina o nosso espanto
Ao ver a flor
Que cresceu tanto
Pois no silêncio mentiroso
Tão zeloso dos enganos
Há de ser pura
Como o grito mais profano
Como a graça do perdão
E que ela faça vir o dia
Dia a dia mais feliz
E seja da alegria
Sempre uma aprendiz
Eu te repito
Este meu canto de louvor
Ao fruto mais bendito
Desse nosso amor

Goin' Away
Composer(s): George Tomsco; Barbara Tomsco
Performer(s): The Fireballs; Ray Price



Going away without you, babe
I'm goin' away all by myself
I'm goin' to find the one who lives inside of me
And when I do I'll send for you to live with me

I don't know where I'm gonna go
I just need time to be alone
I know that I am going to miss your company
But I need time to clear my mind and be with me

Goin' away without you, babe
Goin' away all by myself
Goin' to find the one who lives inside of me
And when I do I'll send for you to live with me

Tantas Lunas
Performer(s): Fernando Ubiergo



Florencia 1420, el sesenta y dos
mi padre joven poeta
se hizo constructor
creció el ciruelo y el perro
pero nuestra casa no
la lluvia golpeaba fuerte
en mi rincón…

Así fue que le buen poeta
se hizo fundador
de club de once camisetas
un Domingo al sol
volando bajo los tres palos
el hombre se la jugó
quedaron gritos atrapados
en mi corazón…

Luna, tantas lunas
en el patio ya no queda
ni una flor
Luna tu locura
le robó la primavera
a mi canción
Luna, tantas lunas
desde el día
en que mi puerta
se cerró
Luna blanca luna
farolera no te guardo
ni un rencor

Florencia 1420, yo era el mayor
mi madre tejía un sueño
para el menor
en la jaula los canarios
afuera un pañal al sol
Otoño en el calendario
del comedor

Recuerdo a Gardel cantando
a media voz
el día que nuestro futuro
se dividió
mi madre con mis hermanos
en un tren a Concepción
en casa quedaba el perro
el poeta y yo…

Luna, tantas lunas…

Mulher Rendeira
Composer(s): Alfredo Ricardo do Nascimento
Performer(s): Demônios da Garoa
and various other artists



Olé, Mulher Rendeira
Olé mulhé rendá
Tu me ensina a fazer renda
eu te ensino a namorá
Olé, Mulher Rendeira
Olé mulhé rendá
Tu me ensina a fazer renda
Eu te ensino a namorá

Olé, Mulher Rendeira
Olé mulhé rendá
Saudade levo comigo
Soluço vai no emborná

Olé, Mulher Rendeira
Olé mulhé rendá
Se você tá me querendo
Vamo pra Igreja, vamo casá

Olé, Mulher Rendeira
Olé mulhé rendá
E depois de nóis casado
Vou pra roça, vou prantá

Olé, Mulher Rendeira
Olé mulhé rendá
Tu me ensina a fazer renda
Eu te ensino a namorá

Olé, Mulher Rendeira
Olé mulhé rendá

Godzilla
Composer(s): Richard Meltzer; Donald Roeser
Performer(s): Blue Öyster Cult;
and various other artists



With a purposeful grimace and a terrible sound
He pulls the spitting high tension wires down

Helpless people on a subway train
Scream bug-eyed as he looks in on them

He picks up a bus and he throws it back down
As he wades through the buildings toward the center of town

Oh no, they say he's got to go go go Godzilla
Oh no, there goes Tokyo go go Godzilla

History shows again and again
How nature points up the folly of men

Het Laatste Rondje ((aka Zeg Me Wie (Willy Sommers) - 2000))
((Adapted from: C'est Ma Vie (Salvatore Adamo) - 1975))
Composer(s): Salvatore Adamo - 	André Hazes
Performer(s): André Hazes - 1981



De kastelein schenkt nog wat in
en kijkt dan op z’n klok
het is de hoogste tijd
iedereen drinkt snel z’n glas leeg
de laatste wordt getapt
‘n juke-box die plots zweeg
‘t Is de hoogste tijd wordt er geroepen
uit de hoek
de bonnen liggen klaar
ach mag ik vanavond poffen
vraagt ‘n mannenstem
betaal jij morgen maar
Het is tijd, de hoogste tijd
u wordt bedankt voor weer ‘n avond gezelligheid
dag mevrouw en dag meneer
u komt hier toch weer
Er wordt aan de bel getrokken
de laatste is van mij
dan gaan we snel naar huis
wie denkt er aan mij
ik heb toch ook ‘n huis
Aan de tafel in de hoek
daar zit ‘n man alleen
en staart voor zich uit
straks wordt hij weer snel vergeten
hij denkt waar kan ik heen
ik heb geen rooie duit
Het is tijd, de hoogte tijd
u wordt bedankt voor weer ‘n avond gezelligheid
dag mevrouw en dag meneer
u komt hier toch weer
De kelner roept kom op nou mensen
‘t is de hoogste tijd
ook ik heb ‘n gezin
want zij weet hoe laat we sluiten
kom ik thuis te laat
mag ik er niet meer in
Nog ‘n mop en even lachen, dan is het voorbij
de zaak die is nu leeg
lege flessen en wat pinda’s liggen op de grond
de juke-box die plots zweeg
Het is tijd, de hoogste tijd
u wordt bedankt voor weer ‘n avond gezelligheid
dag mevrouw en dag meneer
u komt hier toch weer

Mule Train
Composer(s): Johnny Lange; Hy Heath; Fred Glickman
Performer(s): Frankie Laine
and various other artists



(Hyah, hyah) 

Mule train!! (Hyah, hyah) 
Mule train!!
Clippety cloppin' over hill and plain
Seems as how they never stop, clippety clop, clippety clop
Clippety, clippety, clippety, clippety, clippety cloppin' along

There's a plug o'chaw tobacky for a rancher in Corona
A ghee-tar for a cowboy 'way out in Arizona
A dress of calico for a pretty Navajo
Get along, mule! , get along

Mule train!! (Hyah, hyah) 
Mule train!!
Clippety cloppin' o'er the mountain chain
Soon they're gonna reach the top, clippety clop, clippety clop
Clippety, clippety, clippety, clippety, clippety cloppin' along

There's some cotton thread and needles for the folks in way-out-yonder
A shovel for a miner who left his home to wander
Some rheumatism pills for the settlers in the hills
Get along, mule!! , get along

Mule train!! (Hyah, hyah) 
Mule train!!
Clippety cloppin' through the wind and rain
They'll keep goin' till they drop, clippety clop, clippety clop
Clippety, clippety, clippety, clippety, clippety cloppin' along

There's a letter full of sadness trimmed with black around the border
A pair of boots for someone who had them made to order
A bible in the pack for the Reverend Mr. Black
Get along, mule! , get along

Get along, mule, get along!! (mule train)

(Hyah, hyah)
(Hyah, hyah)