The Girl At The Ironing Board
Composer(s): Harry Warren - Al Dubin
Performer(s): Joan Blondell; Busby Berkeley; The Chorines



Many a poor little rich girl is sad
Inside of a palace of gold
She's never known all the dreams that I've had
Her life is completely cold

But a girl who works in a laundry
Has a dream lover all of her own
A lover unseen, whose love she keeps clean
With water and soap, and a washing machine
Oh, she loves to launder his linen
Ev'ry collar and shirt is adored
And she loves all the stitches
In his flannel britches
The girl at the ironing board

Scrub and rub, rub and scrub
We do the neighborhood washing
Scrub and rub in a tub
Rub-a-dub-dub, boop-a-doo!

Just a girl who works in a laundry
Who's in love with a man of her dreams
Her lover unseen, whose clothes she keeps clean
With water and soap, and a washing machine
When she sees a button is missing
She'll replace it of her own accord
As she fondles each sock
She can love him by proxy
The girl at the ironing board

I know a princess somewhere in this land
Who leans o'er a washtub each day
But o'er the washtub her daydreams are grand
Even the soap-suds can't wash them away

But a girl who works in a laundry
Has a dream lover all of her own
A lover unseen, whose love she keeps clean
With water and soap, and a washing machine
Oh, she loves to launder his linen
Ev'ry collar and shirt is adored
And she loves all the stitches
In his flannel britches
The girl at the ironing board

Scrub and rub, rub and scrub
We do the neighborhood washing
Scrub and rub in a tub
Rub-a-dub-dub, boop-a-doo!

Just a girl who works in a laundry
Who's in love with a man of her dreams
Her lover unseen, whose clothes she keeps clean
With water and soap, and a washing machine
When she sees a button is missing
She'll replace it of her own accord
As she fondles each sock
She can love him by proxy
The girl at the ironing board

I know a princess somewhere in this land
Who leans o'er a washtub each day
But o'er the washtub her daydreams are grand
Even the soap-suds can't wash them away

Up in the steam clouds her dream man she sees
A palace around her soon grows
Mangles keep churning out love melodies
Soap suds just smell like the pure eau-de-rose

Celebration
Composer(s): Ronald Bell - Eumir Deodato - James Taylor - Robert Bell -
Robert Mickens - Dennis Thomas - George Brown - Claydes Charles Smith
First release by: Kool & the Gang - 1980
Covered by multiple other artists



Yahoo! This is your celebration
Yahoo! This is your celebration
Celebrate good times, come on! (Let's celebrate)
Celebrate good times, come on! (Let's celebrate)
There's a party goin' on right here
A celebration to last throughout the years
So bring your good times, and your laughter too
We gonna celebrate your party with you
Come on now
Celebration
Let's all celebrate and have a good time
Celebration
We gonna celebrate and have a good time
It's time to come together
It's up to you, what's your pleasure
Everyone around the world
Come on!
Yahoo! It's a celebration
Yahoo!
Celebrate good times, come on!
It's a celebration
Celebrate good times, come on!
Let's celebrate
We're gonna have a good time tonight
Let's celebrate, it's all right
We're gonna have a good time tonight
Let's celebrate, it's all right
Baby ...
We're gonna have a good time tonight (Ce-le-bra-tion)
Let's celebrate, it's all right
We're gonna have a good time tonight (Ce-le-bra-tion)
Let's celebrate, it's all right
Yahoo!
Yahoo!
Celebrate good times, come on! (Let's celebrate)
Celebrate good times, come on!
It's a celebration!
Celebrate good times, come on! (Let's celebrate)
Come on and celebrate, good times, tonight (Celebrate good times, come on!)
'Cause everything's gonna be all right
Let's celebrate (Celebrate good times, come on)
(Let's celebrate) ... 

Forbidden Games - 1963 (aka Romance Of Love - 2002)
(Adapted from: Romance - 1934)
Composer(s): Narciso Yepes; Marc Lanjean; B. Parker
Performer(s): Miriam Makeba

Titles In Other Languages:
1969 - Le Souvenir
1970 - San Salvador
1975 - Quiero
1977 - Amour Défendu
1983 - Ton Prénom Dans Mon Coeur
2007 - Tu Nombre
2008 - La Ballade Des Jeux Interdits



Though it's forbidden for my arms to hold you
And though it's forbidden, my tears must have told you
That I hold you secretly each time we meet
In these forbidden games that I play

Though it's forbidden in dim, quiet places
To capture the rainbows my aching heart chases
My bittersweet esctasies come to me here
In these forbidden games that I play

Everyone knows you belong to another
Spinning your magic for her and no other
Still, I've been content to be part of this fantasy
Part of this game that I play

Though it's forbidden and you'll love me never
I'll keep my love hidden and love you forever
Through countless eternities you will be mine
In these forbidden games that I play

Everyone knows you belong to another
Spinning your magic for her and no other
Still, I've been content to be part of this fantasy
Part of this game that I play

Though it's forbidden and you'll love me never
I'll keep my love hidden and love you forever
Through countless eternities you will be mine
In these forbidden games that I play
In these forbidden games that I play
In these forbidden games that I play

The Gift You Are
Composer(s): John Denver
Performer(s): John Denver



Imagine a month of sundays
Each one a cloudy day
Imagine the moment the sun came shining through
Imagine that ray of sunshine as you

Remember your darkest hour
With dawn still far away
Remember the way that you longed for morning’s light
And think of yourself as a candle in the night

Make believe this is the first day
Everything all brand new
Make believe that the sun is your own lucky star
And then understand the kind of gift you are

The gift you are
Like the very first breath of spring
The gift you are
All the joy that love can bring
The gift you are
All of our dreams come true
The gift you are
The gift of you

You are the promise of all the ages
You are the prodigal son
You are the vision of prophets and sages
You are the only one

Dream of a bright tomorrow
Know that your dream will come true
Carry your dream in a sparkling crystal jar
Then you will know the kind of gift you are

The gift you are
Like the very first breath of spring
The gift you are
All the joy that love can bring
The gift you are
All of our dreams come true
The gift you are
The gift of you

The gift you are
Like the very first breath of springtime
The gift you are
All the joy that love can bring
The gift you are
All of our dreams come true - yes they do
The gift you are
The gift of you
The gift you are
The gift of you

Celebrate Youth
Composer(s): Rick Springfield
Performer(s): Rick Springfield



I can see the older man
Looking at the younger man
I can see the younger man
Looking at the boy
Other there the older woman
Is looking at the younger woman
I can see the younger woman
Looking at the girl

'Cause every man sees
In the younger man the hope
Every woman sees
In the younger girl the dream
Everybody lives
The pride and passion of the young
From the womb to the tomb
we will remember what it means

So celebrate youth (celebrate)
Those who have it (young ones)
Celebrate youth (celebrate)
Give them sight
The future of the world's in the (celebrate)
Hands of the children (young ones)
So celebrate youth (celebrate)
Teach them right

Look in a child's eye
There's no hate and there's no lie
There's no black and there's no white

I can see the older man
And sometimes in the older man
I still see the young boy
Burning in his eye

And locked up here inside out spirit
Is the child that we are hear it
Some of us will always fear it
And some will heed the cry

So celebrate youth (celebrate)
Those who have it (young ones)
Celebrate youth (celebrate)
Give them sight
The future of the world's in the (celebrate)
Hands of the children (young ones)
So celebrate youth (celebrate)
Teach them right

For Your Precious Love
Composer(s): Arthur Brooks; 
Richard Brooks; Jerry Butler
Performer(s): Jerry Butler & The Impressions



Your precious love means more to me
Than any love could ever be
For when I wanted you
I was so lonely and blue
For That’s what love will do
And darling, I’m so surprised
Oh, When I first realized
That you were fooling me
And darling, they say that our love won’t grow
But I just want to tell them they don’t know
For as long as you’re in love with me
Our love will grow wider
Deeper than any sea
And of all the things that I want
In this whole wide world, is
Just for you to say that you’ll be my girl
Wanting you, I’m so lonely and blue
That’s what love will do

The Ghost Of Tom Joad
Composer(s): Bruce Springsteen
First release by: Bruce Springsteen - 1995
Covered by multiple other artists



Men walkin' 'long the railroad tracks
Goin' some place, there's no goin' back
Highway Patrol choppers comin' up over the ridge

Hot soup on a campfire under the bridge
Shelter line stretchin' round the corner
Welcome to the new world order
Families sleepin' in their cars in the southwest
No home, no Job, no peace, no rest

The highway is alive tonight
But nobody's kiddin' nobody about where it goes
I'm sitting down here in the campfire light
Searchin' for the ghost of Tom Joad

He pulls prayer book out of his sleepin' bag
Preacher lights up a butt and takes a drag
Waitin' for when the last shall be first and the first shall be last
In a cardboard box 'neath the underpass
Got a one way ticket to the promised land
You got a hole in your belly and a gun in your hand
sleeping on a pillow of solid rock
Bathing in the city aqueduct

The highway is alive tonight
Where it's headed everybody knows
I'm sittin' down here in the campfire light
Waitin' on the ghost of Tom Joad

Now Tom Said: "Mom, wherever there's a cop beatin' a guy
Wherever a hungry new born baby cries
Where there's a fight 'gainst the blood and hatred in the air
Look for me mom I'll be there
Wherever there's somebody fightin' for a pIace to stand
Or decent job or a helpin' hand
Wherever somebody's strugglin' to be free
Look in their eyes mom you'll see me"

Well the highway is alive tonight
But nobody's kiddin' nobody about where it goes
I'm sitting down here in the campfire light
Searchin' for the ghost of Tom Joad 

Celebrate
Composer(s): Garry Bonner - Alan Gordon
First release by: Three Dog Night - 1969



Slippin' away, sittin' on a pillow
Waitin' for night to fall
A girl and a dream, sittin' on a pillow
This is the night to go to the celebrity ball

Satin and lace, isn't it a pity
Didn't find time to call
Ready or not, gonna make it to the city
This is the night to go to the celebrity ball

Dress up tonight, why be lonely?
You'll stay at home and you'll be alone
So why be lonely?
Sittin' alone, sittin' on a pillow
Waitin' to climb the walls
Maybe tonight, depending how your dream goes
She'll open her eyes when he goes to the celebrity ball

Celebrate, celebrate, dance to the music
Celebrate, celebrate, dance to the music
Celebrate, celebrate, dance to the music

For Your Pleasure
Composer(s): Bryan Ferry
Performer(s): Roxy Music; Simple Minds



For your pleasure
In our present state
Part false part true
Like anything
We present ourselves
The words we use tumble
All over your shoulder
Gravel hard and loose
There all night lying
With your dark horse hiding
Abhorring such extremes

You´re rubbing shoulders
With the stars at night
Shining so bright
Getting older
But you´ll wake up soon
And fight
In the morning
Things you worried about
Last night
Will seem lighter
I hope things
Will turn out right
Old man
Through every step a change
You watch me walk away
Tara tara....

The Ghost Of Love
Composer(s): K. St. Lewis
Performer(s): Tavares



The ghost of love keeps hauntin' me
Although you're gone, I can't get free
Just when I think (When I think) I'm over you (I'm over you)
The ghost of love says, "Peek-a-boo"
Peek-a-boo (Peek-a-boo), I see you (I see you)
May all your nights be full of fright and all your days be blue

Ooh... ooh... ooh...

You went away, I met this girl
Night and day she shared my world
Just when I thought I had forgot
That loving spell you weave so well

Suddenly that look comes on my face
And I start starin' way out of space
I know why the girl stopped comin' 'round
The ghost of love has done run her out of town

The ghost of love keeps hauntin' me
Although you're gone, I can't get free
Just when I think (When I think) I'm over you (I'm over you)
The ghost of love says, "Peek-a-boo"
Peek-a-boo (Peek-a-boo), I see you (I see you)
May all your nights be full of fright and all your days be blue

Ooh... ooh... ooh...

Your love has died, but mine won't rest
This feelin' for you is jumpin' in my chest
No one else can fill the bill
I'll wait for your return and pray that you will

'Round about the midnight hour
I start to feel your lovin' power
Right away I'm tossin' in my sleep
Daybreak finds me wrapped up in my sheets

The ghost of love (Ghost of love)
Is haunting me {Is haunting me} (Haunting me)

Ooh... ooh... ooh...
Ooh... ooh... ooh...
Ooh... ooh... ooh...
Ooh... ooh... 

The ghost of love (Ghost of love) keeps haunting me (Haunting me)
Although you're gone (Although you're gone), I can't get free (Can't get free)
Just when I think (When I think) I'm over you (I'm over you)
The ghost of love (Ghost of love) says, "Peek-a-boo"

The ghost of love (Ghost of love) keeps haunting me (Haunting me)
Although you're gone (Ghost of love), I can't get free
Just when I think (When I think) I'm over you (I'm over you)
The ghost of love (Ghost of love)

Ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh (The ghost of love)
Ooh, ooh
Ooh, woo (Keeps haunting me)
Ooh, woo

Peek-a-boo (Peek-a-boo), I see you (I see you)
May all your nights be full of fright
Peek-a-boo (Peek-a-boo), I see you (I see you)
And all your days be blue

The ghost of love {Ghost of love} (Ghost of love)
Is haunting me (Hauntin' me) {Haunting me} [Haunting me], oh...

Can't get no sleep, wrapped up in my sheets
Full Of fright every night
That lovin' spell
You weave so well

Peek-a-boo (Peek-a-boo), I see you (I see you)
May all your nights be full of fright
Peek-a-boo (Peek-a-boo), I see you (I see you)
And all your days be blue

The ghost of love {Ghost of love} (Ghost of love)
Is haunting me (Is haunting me) {Haunting me} [Haunting me] {Haunting me}, hey...

The ghost of love is hauntin' me
Although you're gone, I can't get free
Just when I think I'm over
The ghost of love says, "Peek-peek-a-boo"

Peek-a-boo (Peek-a-boo), I see you (I see you)
Peek-a-boo (Peek-a-boo), I see you (I see you)
Oh, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho

The ghost of love (Ghost of love)
Is haunting me (Haunting me) {Haunting me}

Cecilia En La Ciudad
Performer(s): Víctor Heredia



Como una flor sobre el oscuro andén
con su valija y su tapado azul
Cecilia está clavada en su estupor
sin entender que pasa alrededor
Recién llegó, ha bajado del tren
y qué distinto a su provincia es
este gigante de piedra y metal
Cecilia tiembla y casi va a llorar
Y en su corazón
se marchita el sol
de aquella ilusión
que la hizo viajar
Y Cecilia irá
por la gran ciudad
un fantasma gris
que quiere vivir
Y buscará trabajo en una agencia de colocación
será sirvienta en una casa de familia bien
y tendrá un cuarto sin ventanas en una pensión
Y alguna vez, cansada de tanto soñar
hará pedazos su ilusión y venderá su amor
Y colgará el pared la foto de un galán
y nunca un beso enamorado rozará su piel
y escribirá a su casa y les dirá que todo va bien
Y alguna vez cansada de tanto soñar
hará pedazos su ilusión y venderá su amor
Cecilia...

For Your Love
Composer(s): Graham Gouldman
Performer(s): The Yardbirds



I'd give you everything and more and that's for sure
I'd bring you diamond rings and things right to your door
To thrill you with delight
I'd bring you diamonds bright
Everything that will excite
Make you dream of me at night

For your love, for your love
I would give you stars above

I'd give the stars if they were mine to give
I'd give the moon every day that I live
To thrill you with delight
I'd bring you diamonds bright
Everything that will excite
Make you dream of me at night

For your love, for your love
I would give you stars above

The Ghost
Composer(s): Bob Welch
Performer(s): Fleetwood Mac



Hold on
Until the ghost appears
That day is gonna last for years
Strange wind, is gonna blow through town
Lightnin' is gonna strike us down
Blue hills, are lookin' good to me
I go there, when I'm fast asleep
Ghost town, and the desert wind
Strange sounds, at the worlds end

And then the winds start to blow
And the fire comes scorching down (yeah)
And then the sky dissapears
In the cloud with an awfull sound (yeah)
And when you can't hold out
Then you run to the underground

Just a blue star
Hanging out in space
Earth town is a lovely place
Strange winds coming from the sky
Lovers gotta say goodbye

And then the winds start to blow
And the fire comes scorching down (yeah)
And then the sky dissapears
In the cloud with an awfull sound (yeah)
And when you can't hold out
Then you run to the underground

Look out before the ghost appears
Look out before the ghost appears
Strange winds 

Cécilia
((Adapted from: Cecilia (Simon and Garfunkel) - 1970))
((Danish Version: Erhard (John Mogensen) - 1971))
Composer(s): Paul Simon - Pierre Delanoë
Performer(s): Joe Dassin - 1970



Cécilia, ton lit est trop dur
Pourtant on y fait de beaux rêves
O Cécilia, ton vin est trop doux
Mais j'aime son goût sur tes lèvres

Cécilia, quand on a vingt ans
On a tout le temps d'être fidèle
O Cécilia, si tu ne l'es pas
Je ne t'en veux pas pour autant

Tu es belle et dans ton sixième
Quand on s'aime c'est le septième ciel
Et tant pis si quelques fois
Les fleurs que tu reçois sont d'un autre que moi

Cécilia, ton lit est trop dur
Pourtant on y fait de beaux rêves
O Cécilia, ton vin est trop doux
Mais j'aime son goût sur tes lèvres

Tu es belle, tu as vingt ans
Et tu m'aimes pour passer le temps
Et le temps passe et la saison
Viendra où j'aurai seul la clé de ta maison

Cécilia, ton lit est trop dur
Pourtant on y fait de beaux rêves
O Cécilia, ton vin est trop doux
Mais j'aime son goût sur tes lèvres

For Your Love
Composer(s): Ed Townsend
Performer(s): Ed Townsend;
and various other artists



For your love, oh, I would do anything
I would do anything, fo-o-or your love

For your kiss (ahh, ahh, ahh, ahh), oh, I would go anywhere (ahh, ahh, ahh, ahh)
I would go (ahh, ahh, ahh, ahh), anywhere, fo-o-r your kiss

More foolish I grow
With each heart beat
But we all get foolish
That's why I repeat

For your love (ahh, ahh, ahh, ahh), oh, I would do anything (ahh, ahh, ahh, ahh)
I would do anything, fo-o-or your kiss

I would do anything, fo-o-or your love (anything, anything, anything)
Fo-o-or your love
(ahh, ahh, ahh, ahh, ahh, ooh)

The Gentle Rain
Composer(s): Luis Bofia
Performer(s): Astrud Gilberto



We both are lost and alone in the world 
Walk with me in the gentle rain 
Don't be afraid, I've a hand for your hand 
And I will be your love for a while 
I feel your tears as they fall on my cheek 
They are warm like the gentle rain 
Come little one, you've got me in the world 
And our love will be sweet, very sweet

Cecilia
Composer(s): Paul Simon
First release by: Simon and Garfunkel - 1970
Covered by multiple other artists

Versions In Other Languages:
1970 - Cécilia (Joe Dassin)
1971 - Erhard (John Mogensen)



Cecilia, you're breaking my heart
You're shaking my confidence daily
Oh, Cecilia, I'm down on my knees
I'm begging you please to come home

Celia, you're breaking my heart
You're shaking my confidence daily
Oh, Cecilia, I'm down on my knees
I'm begging you please to come home
Come on home

Making love in the afternoon with Cecilia
Up in my bedroom (making love)
I got up to wash my face
When I come back to bed
Someone's taken my place

Celia, you're breaking my heart
You're shaking my confidence daily
Oh, Cecilia, I'm down on my knees
I'm begging you please to come home
Come on home

Jubilation
She loves me again
I fall on the floor and I'm laughing

Jubilation
She loves me again
I fall on the floor and I'm laughing

For Your Eyes Only
Composer(s): Michael Leeson; Bill Conti
Performer(s): Sheena Easton;
and various other artists



For your eyes only, can see me through the night
For your eyes only, I never need to hide
You can see so much in me, so much in me that's new
I never felt until I looked at you

For your eyes only, only for you
You'll see what no one else can see
And now I'm breaking free
For your eyes only, only for you
The love I know you need in me
The fantasy you`ve freed in me
Only for you, only for you

For your eyes only, the nights are never cold
You really know me, that's all I need to know
Maybe I`m an open book, because I know you're mine
But you won't need to read between the lines

For your eyes only, only for you
You see what no one else can see
And now I'm breaking free
For your eyes only, only for you
The passions that collide in me
The wild abandoned side of me
Only for you, for your eyes only

The Gasman Cometh
Performer(s): Flanders & Swann



'Twas on the Monday morning, the Gas man came to call
The gas tap wouldn't turn - I wasn't getting gas at all
He tore out all the skirting boards to try and find the main
And I had to call the carpenterto put them back again
Oh, it all makes work for the working men to do

'Twas on the Tuesday morning. the Carpenter came round
He hammered, and he chiselled, and he said "Look what I've found
Your joists are full of dry rot, but I'll put them all to rights"
Then he nailed right through a cable and out went all the lights
Oh, it all makes work for the working men to do

'Twas on the Wednesday morning the Electrician came
He called me 'Mister Sanderson', which isn't quite my name
He couldn't reach the fuse box without standing on the bin
And his boot went thru a window, so I called a glazier in
Oh, it all makes work for the working men to do

'Twas on the Thursday morning the Glazier came round
With his blowtorch and his putty and his merry glazier sound
He put another pane in - it took no time at all 
Then I had to get a painter in to come and paint the wall
Oh, it all makes work for the working men to do

'Twas on the Friday morning the Painter made a start
With undercoats, and overcoats, he painted every part
Every nook and cranny, but I found when he had gone
He'd painted over the gas tap, and I couldn't turn it on!
Oh, it all makes work for the working men to do

On Saturday and Sunday they do no work at all
So it was on the Monday morning that the Gas man came to call

Cebola Cortada
Composer(s): Petrúcio Maia - Aldo Clodô
Performer(s): Raimundo Fagner; MPB-4; Milton Nascimento



O orvalho da noite
Brinca na luz do luar
Quem acredita em sereia
Sabe os segredos do mar
A cachoeira cantando
É a canção natural
Sempre lembrando prá gente
Que amar nunca faz mal
Teu amor é cebola cortada meu bem
Que logo me faz chorar
Teu amor é espinho de mandacarú
Que gosta de me arranhar
Teu olhar é cacimba barrenta meu bem
Que eu gosto de espiá