The Little House Upon The Hill
Composer(s): Ballard MacDonald - Joe Goodwin - Harry Puck



I feel oh! so lonely tonight
I feel all alone
I'm just starving for a sight 
Of my old Kentucky home 
I can see my mother old and gray
I can hear the whippoor will 
I can see a light for me 
In the window of the house upon the hill

I've seen many wonderful sights
Wand'ring on my way
But I've spent such lonesome nights 
And been weary thru the day
I'm just longing for a mother's love
And I know she longs for me 
Can't erase her loving face
It's the sight of all sights I want to see

There's a light that's burning in the window 
Of a little house upon the hill
And the light will burn 
And a heart will yearn 
And it always will till I return 
For there's only one mother 
I know she's waiting still 
And she'll always keep the light a burning 
in the window of the house upon the hill

Charlie Brown
((French Version: C'est Charlie Brown (Eddy Mitchell) - 1977))
Composer(s): Jerry Leiber - Mike Stoller
First release by: The Coasters
Covered by multiple other artists - 1959



Fe fe fi fi fo fo fum
I smell smoke in the auditorium
Charlie Brown, Charlie Brown
He's a clown, that Charlie Brown
He's gonna get caught, just you wait and see
(Why's everybody always pickin' on me?)

That's him on his knees, I know that's him
From 7 come 11 down in the boys' gym
Charlie Brown, Charlie Brown
He's a clown, that Charlie Brown
He's gonna get caught, just you wait and see
(Why's everybody always pickin' on me?)

Who's always writing on the wall?
Who's always goofin' in the hall?
Who's always throwin' spit balls?
Guess who! (Who, me?) Yeah, you!

Who walks in the classroom cool and slow?
Who calls the English teacher Daddy-O?
Charlie Brown, Charlie Brown
He's a clown, that Charlie Brown
He's gonna get caught, just you wait and see
(Why's everybody always pickin' on me?)

Who walks in the classroom cool and slow?
Who calls the English teacher Daddy-O?
Charlie Brown, Charlie Brown
He's a clown, that Charlie Brown
He's gonna get caught, just you wait and see
(Why's everybody always pickin' on me?)

Futari De Osake Wo
Composer(s): M. Yamaji; M. Hirao
Performer(s): Michiyo Azusa; Teresa Teng



Uramikko nashi de wakare masyou ne
Sarari to mizu ni subete nagashite
Shinpai shinai de hitorikkiri wa
Kodomo no koro kara narete iru no yo
Soredemo tamani sabishiku nattara
Futari de osake wo nomi masyou ne
Nomi masyou ne

Itawari atte wakare masyou ne
Kou natta nomo otagai no sei
Anata to watashi wa nitamono doushi
Ketten bakari ga medatsu futari yo
Dochira ka kyu ni sabishiku nattara
Futari de osake wo nomi masyou ne
Nomi masyou ne

Dounika narudesyo koko no machi no
Dokoka de watashi wa ikite iku no yo
Soredemo tamani sabishiku nattara
Futari de osake wo nomi masyou ne
Nomi masyou ne 

That Little German Band
Composer(s): Fred Fisher - Joe Goodwin - Joseph McCarthy
Performer(s): Al Jolson; Groucho Marx



Beneath my window every morn
I can hear a great big horn
Oom pah-pah, oom pah-pah
In the backyard playing they are
I give them money when they play 
I give them more to go away
They all stand in a ring 
They play the same old thing
And when the leader pulls a string 
They drop their horns and sing

La, La, La, La, La
Such a pretty melody
La, La, La, La, La
Like the birdies in the tree
La, La, La, La, La
Everybody sing with me 

Oh that music is so grand 
From the little German Band
Toot Toot Toot, Toot Toot Toot
The bass horn fella is the best 
Now he can almost drown the rest
They don't play something new
They blow until they're blue
And when you think there through
They'll sing a line or two

La, La, La, La, La
Such a pretty melody
La, La, La, La, La
Like the birdies in the tree
La, La, La, La, La
Everybody sing with us
La, La, La, La, La, La, La, La, La La, La

Charlie & Fred
Composer(s): Allan Clarke - Tony Hicks - Graham Nash
Performer(s): The Hollies



He rides on his horse and cart, Charlie does
working from six until nine
Collecting old rags and used bicycles
old iron of description of any kind

Here comes Charlie, Charlie the Ragman
Throw out your old clothes for Charlie and Fred
Earning a living off things we've discarded
Earning enough for the board and the bed

You hear him shout "Rags and old iron"
Everyone knows him that way
Once a week, they come 'round calling
How long it's been, I can't say

They live all alone in a hovel
He puts his money away
Taking enough to just live on
and at the end of the day
he's saving enough
to put Fred out to graze

They live all alone in a hovel
He puts his money away
Taking enough to just live on
and at the end of the day
he's saving enough
to put Fred out to graze

Has anyone seen Charlie lately?
Charlie just ain't been around
Everyone's seen Fred is grazing
chewing the grass from the ground

Children say Charlie is happy
giving balloons to the angels instead
Where is Charlie, Charlie the Ragman?
Don't throw your clothes out

Furthermore
Composer(s): Ray Stevens
Performer(s): Ray Stevens



Well, go away and leave me all alone and blue
And never come back to me 'cause I'm through with you
'Cause baby, now that you have done me wrong it's plain to see
That you no longer want to bother me
I'm sick and tired of all your lying and your cheating
And the way that you have been mistreating me
And lemme tell you friend that you will never get the chance to break my heart again
And furthermore
Yes, furthermore
And on top of that
I don't love you anyway

Well, you told me that you'd always love me, treat me fair
But lately, baby, seems like you don't even care about me anymore
You closed the door on me
And left me blue as I can be
And I'm not gonna take it anymore
And be your fool again, like I was before
'Cause baby this is it, I quit
You can just forget that we ever met
And furthermore
Yes, furthermore
And in addition to that
I don't love you anyway

No, baby (baby)
I don't love you anyway (love you anyway)
At least (at least)
At least that's what I say
While (all the while)
All the while, all the while I'm trying to hide (trying to hide)
Tears, tears, tears
That I feel deep inside

So, go away and leave me all alone and blue
And never come back to me 'cause I'm through with you
'Cause baby, now that you have done me wrong it's plain to see
That you no longer want to bother me
I'm sick and tired of all your lying and your cheating
And the way that you have been mistreating me
And lemme tell you friend that you will never get the chance to break my heart again
And furthermore
Yes, furthermore
And on top of that
I don't love you anyway

The Little Boy And The Old Man
Composer(s): Wayne Shanklin
Performer(s): Frankie Laine & Jimmy Boyd



Old Man, Old Man is the world really round
Tell me where in the world can a bluebird be found
Tell me why is the sky up above so blue
And when you were a boy did you cry like I do

What becomes of the sun when it falls in the sea
And who lights it again so that we can see
Tell me why can't I fly without wings when I try
I just can't understand why you're crying old man

Little boy, little boy yes its true the world is round
But I never did find where a bluebird is found
And the sky is so blue just because of love
May your sky always be like the blue sky above

And the sun only seems to fall into the sea
If the sun always shone how could moonlight be
Little boy you can't fly, you might fall... and I...
Well good bye little boy, goodbye

Charlie
Composer(s): Trevor Rabin - Patrick Van Blerk
Performer(s): Rabbitt



Loving you is easy
Such a beautiful thing to do
And though at times you hurt me
I buzz each night on you
Oh! What times we've had together
What crazy things we've done
Enough to fill my memory
And keep me loving Charlie
Charlie 

As dogs go you're groovy
Not as predictable as some
But you're not as paranoid as Lady Marmalade
And really much more fun 

Hell! At times I get so mad
When you buzz on someone new
It's not that you don't love me
It's not that I'm too selfish to consider sharing Charlie
Charlie 

You've filled my head with new ideas
And filled my heart with sun
So I'd like to take this time right now
To thank you for what you've done 

You and Lady Marmalade
Are everything I need
The two of you and the music
Deep inside of me 

And watching you sleep
Side by side
Makes me breathe
Gratefully
I love you Charlie
Charlie

Further On (Up The Road)
Composer(s): Bruce Springsteen
Performer(s): Bruce Springsteen; Johnny Cash



Where the road is dark
And the seed is sewn
Where the gun is cocked 
And the bullet's cold 
Where the miles are marked in blood and gold 
I'll meet you further on up the road 

Got on my dead man's suit
And my smilin' skull ring 
My lucky graveyard boots 
And a song to sing 
I got a song to sing, keep me out of the cold 
And I'll meet you further on up the road 

Further on up the road
Further on up the road 
Where the way is dark 
And the night is cold 
But one sunny morning we'll rise, I know 
And I'll meet you further on up the road 

Well I been out in the desert 
Was doin' my time 
Searching through the dust 
Looking for a sign 
If there's a light up ahead
Well, buddy, I don't know 
But I got this fever
Burning in my soul 
So let's take the good times as they come 
And I'll meet you further on up the road

Further on up the road 
Further on up the road
Where the way is dark
And the night is cold 
One sunny morning we'll rise, I know
And I'll meet you further on up the road 
One sunny morning we'll rise, I know 
And I'll meet you further on up the road
Yeah I'll meet you further on up the road 
Well I'll meet you further on up the road

The Little Birds
Composer(s): Henry Mancini - Johnny Mercer
Performer(s): Henry Mancini & His Orch.



"Hi dee, hi dee ho" 
(French)
"Whee, whee"
Trills the tiny chickadee
It's my turn now

"Who, who, who are you?"
Hoots the wise old owl, too 
"Me, me"
Sings the sparrow in the tree
I'll teach you how

China or Peru, the thing to do
Is have a picnic every spring
Where you can listen to the birds
Who need no words
To teach you how to sing

Low, high, high and low
(French)
One, two, all together here we go
It's our turn now

"Brr, brr, than you sir"
Goes the scarlet tanager
"Tweet, tweet"
Chirps the cheery parakeet
It's my turn now

"Hear, hear, lend an ear"
Sing the linnets loud and clear
"Hark, hark"
Look who's singing like a lark
And he knows how

This is how we pass 
Our music class
We learn a little more each day
(French) 
A language, too
That's how we speak Anglais

"Whoo-whoo-broodle-oo"
Goes the emerald cockatoo
"Bob white"
Sounds the partridge in the night
It's our turn now

"Hi ho, hi ho hee"
Goes the tirmouse... 
"Mush, mush"
Sings the dignified old thrush
So take your bow

If we practice well 
Why who can tell
The opera house we'll occupy
And if we harmonize just so
Next thing you know
We might learn how to fly

And so off we go 
(French)
Small birds
Hum the music and the words
It's our turn now

La la la la la la...

Charley, My Boy
Composer(s): Ted Fiorito - Gus Kahn
Performer(s): Eddie Cantor
and multiple other artists



Charley is an ordinary fellow 
To most everyone but FLo, his Flo 
She's convinced that Charley 
Is a very extraordinary beau, some beau 
And everything in the dim light 
She has a way of putting him right

Charley by boy, oh Charley my boy 
You thrill me, you kill me with shiver of joy
You've got the kind of, sort of, wonderful ways 
That makes me, takes me, tell me what shall I say? 

When we dance I read in your glance 
Whole pages and ages of love and romance 
They tell me that Romeo was some lover too 
But boy he should have taken lessons from you 
You seem to start where others get through 
Oh Charley, my boy

Charley, my boy, oh Charley, my boy 
You thrill me, you kill me with shiver of joy 
You've got the kind of, sort of, wonderful ways 
That makes me, takes me, tell me what shall I say? 

When we dance I read in your glance 
Whole pages and ages of love and romance 
They tell me that Romeo was some lover too 
But boy he should have taken lessons from you
You seem to start where others get through
Oh Charley, my boy

And when we dance, I read in your glance 
Just oodles and noodles of love and romance 
I have a millionarie proposing to me 
I think I'll marry him, though he's eighty-three 
Think what wealthy widow I'll be 
Oh Charley, my boy

Furry Sings The Blues
Composer(s): Joni Mitchell
Performer(s): Joni Mitchell;
The Band; Ian Shaw; Holly Shelton



Old Beale Street is coming down
Sweeties' Snack Bar, boarded up now
And Egles The Tailor and the Shine Boy's gone
Faded out with ragtime blues
Handy's cast in bronze
And he's standing in a little park
With a trumpet in his hand
Like he's listening back to the good old bands
And the click of high heeled shoes
Old Furry sings the blues
Propped up in his bed
With his dentures and his leg removed
And Ginny's there
For her kindness and Furry's beer
She's the old man's angel overseer

Pawn shops glitter like gold tooth caps
In the grey decay
They chew the last few dollars off
Old Beale Street's carcass
Carrion and mercy
Blue and silver sparkling drums
Cheap guitars, eye shades and guns
Aimed at the hot blood of being no one
Down and out in Memphis Tennessee
Old Furry sings the blues
You bring him smoke and drink and he'll play for you
lt's mostly muttering now and sideshow spiel
But there was one song he played
I could really feel

There's a double bill murder at the New Daisy
The old girl's silent across the street
She's silent - waiting for the wrecker's beat
Silent - staring ar her stolen name
Diamond boys and satin dolls
Bourbon laughter- ghosts - history falls
To parking lots and shopping malls
As they tear down old Beale Street
Old Furry sings the blues
He points a bony finger at you and
"I don't like you"
Everybody laughs as if it's the old man's standard joke
But it's true
We're only welcome for our drink and smoke

W.C. Handy I'm rich and I'm fay
And I'm not familiar with what you played
But I get such strong impressions of your hey day
Looking up and down old Beale Street
Ghosts of the darktown society
Come right out of the bricks at me
Like it's a Saturday night
They're in their finery
Dancing it up and making deals
Furry sings the blues
Why should I expect that old guy to give it to me true
Fallen to hard luck
And time and other thieves
While our limo is shining on his shanty street
Old Furry sings the blues

The Lion's Share
Composer(s): Dan Fogelberg
Performer(s): Dan Fogelberg



Grand slam
Your moment's at hand
The day holds a costly bargain
Lost lamb
Asking the lion's share
Homespun
A prodigal son
Comes begging a humble pardon
But no one
Rises to hear his prayer...
Lone star
You've wandered so far
And long in the unfamiliar
That now you
Travel a map unknown
Starbright
A constant delight
To those in the dark
And still your
Birthright's
To shine in the night -- alone
Living in the shadows
Of the things that might have been
Torn between the blessing and the curse
You may stop the hunger
But you'll never slake the thirst
For the nectar you remember
But you'll never taste again...
Nonesuch
Your Midas' touch
Has gilded your heart
And left you
So much
Playing the prince of clowns
Hell-bent
Empty and spent
Just look what your gamble's got you
Exile
Far from the sacred grounds...
Living in the shadows
Of the things that might have been
Torn between the blessing and the curse
You may stop the hunger
But you'll never slake the thirst
For the nectar you remember
But you'll never taste again
Grand slam
Your moment's at hand
The day holds a costly bargain
Lost lamb
Asking the lion's share

Charleston Des Déménageurs De Piano
Composer(s): Serge Gainsbourg
Performer(s): Serge Gainsbourg; Alain Goraguer et son Orch.



C'est nous les déménageurs de pianos
Des Steinway, des Pleyel et des Gaveau
Du tintement des pourboires économiques
Nous on connaît la musique
Pour ce qui est du reste ça c'est pas nos oignons
Artistes, nous on ne l'est pas pour deux ronds
Quand la musique vous a brisé les reins
Y a pas de charleston qui tient

Pour nous prendre aux tripes
Faut se lever de bonne heure
Dire qu'il y a des types
Qui sur c't'engin d'malheur
Arrivent à faire croire à tous les ballots
Que la vie c'est comme au piano

D'l'amour ils en font tout un cinéma
À les écouter, de vrai, y aurait que ça
Qu'est-ce qui resterait pour les déménageurs
Qu'en ont des tonnes sur le cœur
Il nous resterait qu'à nous noircir sur le zinc
Mais là encore faut se farcir le bastringue
Il se trouve toujours parmi nous un tocard
Pour y glisser ses pourboires

Pour tous les faire taire
Y a vraiment qu'une façon
Les envoyer faire
Un p'tit tour au charbon
Sur le piano massacre d'la réalité
Ils toucheraient du doigt la purée

C'est nous les déménageurs de pianos
Des Steinway, des Pleyel et des Gaveau
Du tintement des pourboires économiques
Nous on connaît la musique
Au fond, à quoi qu'ça sert de discuter
Comme l'a dit l'autre "à chacun son métier"
Tirer sur l'pianiste c'est pas not' boulot
Nous on tire sur le piano
Nous on tire sur le piano

Funny Little Man
Composer(s): James Seals; Dash Crofts
Performer(s): Seals & Crofts



See the funny little man 
huffing and puffing and digging the sand
In his search for something to build, perhaps a church on the side of a hill
Little does he know that he's working in vain
When rain comes the hill will come sliding down and will not hold

See the funny little man, running and hiding and flailing his hands
Asking himself what could have gone wrong, for he has worked hard the whole day long

See the funny little man, small in his size when compared to the land
When will he grow up, can time wait until
The funny little man can see beyond the hill

Mbube
Composer(s): Solomon Linda
First release by: Solomon Linda's Original Evening Birds - 1939
Covered by multiple other artists

Versions In Other Languages:
1952 - Wimoweh (The Weavers)
1961 - The Lion Sleeps Tonight (The Tokens)
1961 - Oek'ndana (De Strangers)
1962 - Le Lion Est Mort Ce Soir (Henri Salvador)
1975 - Wimmersvej (Bamses Venner)



Njalo Ekuseni Uya Waletha Amathamsanqa
Yebo!
Amathamsanqa

Mbube
Uyimbube
Uyimbube
Uyimbube
(repeat 2 times)

(Lead vocal repeats the following against another two repeats of the chorus above)
Uyimbube
Uyimbube Mama We

(Multiple voice lead repeats the following against another two repeats of the chorus above)
He! He! He! He!
Uyimbube Mama

(Multiple voice lead repeats the following against another two repeats of the chorus above)
We We We We We We
Uyimbube
Uyimbube

(Multiple voice lead repeats the following against another three repeats of the chorus above)
Kusukela Kudala Kuloku Kuthiwa
Uyimbube
Uyimbube Mama

(Some of the choruses above are then repeated)

Every Morning You Bring Us Good Luck
Yes!
Good Luck

Lion
You're A Lion
You're A Lion
You're A Lion
(repeat 2 times)

(lead vocal repeats the following against an additional two repeats of the chorus above)
You're A Lion
You're A Lion, Mama!

(multiple voice lead repeats the following against another two repeats of the chorus above)
Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!
You're A Lion, Mama

(multiple voice lead repeats the following against another two repeats of the chorus above)
Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh
You're A Lion
You're A Lion

(multiple voice lead repeats the following against another three repeats of the chorus above)
Long, Long Ago People Used To Say
You're A Lion
You're A Lion, Mama 

Charleston Alley
Composer(s): Horace Henderson - Jon Hendricks - Leroy Kirkland
Performer(s): Lambert, Hendricks & Ross
and multiple other artists



On the avenue, you may be havin' you a solid ball, but it ain't no ball at all
compared to the kicks when you dally in Charleston Alley

Maybe it don't look so hot, but believe me, it's the spot where you can sure let your hair down
Everything's right 
And you can boogy all night

Say, man Charleston Alley is the play, man
you can rally every cool cat on the avenue
And they'll say it's true, if you're feelin' blue, this is the place for you

No goof and that's the truth

I dig Charleston Alley, and I'm here t' tell ya pally 
It's a place where life is real
I'm tellin' you I never found a better deal
We know just how you feel

Ribs and pigs feet, the tastiest meat that you ever did eat
And a good piano player- a plinkin' an plunkin' an playin' them blues
I doubt if you'll ever be gayer

We know- (Tell us about what you know)
Where to play- (Tell us about where to go)
And we'll show- (You don't know what time it takes)
You the way (Lookin' for what shakes)

Well let me tell you that if you've come to dally
Dig this crazy alley 
And we know it's where you're goin' to move
And this is not an idle boast

Of all the many crazy alleys that we've went- Hilltop, O'Mally's
None a' them could quite compare with red hot Charleston Alley
When you're rockin' and you're rollin' to the rythym of the solid beat
You're gonna have t' stomp your feet 
And you're sure to hang around
Wiggin' an' diggin' the sounds

So dig this vocal travelogue that we're singin' everyone
'bout that circle by the dark sun 
Charleston Alley is the place to be

We get our kicks from hicks who hurry and take in the great white way
We'll pick the Alley any day 
Charleston Alley is the place for me

Better get up if you're takin' a trip take a tip

On the avenue, you may be havin' you a solid ball, but it ain't no ball at all
compared to the kicks you get from Charleston Alley
If you should make the trip I'm pretty sure you'ld really flip
So let your cares be, and baby make it down with me... to Charleston Alley

Funny How Time Slips Away
Composer(s): Willie Nelson
First release by: Billy Walker - July 1961
Covered by multiple other artists



Well hello there
It's been a long long time
How am I doing?
Oh well, I guess I'm doing fine
It's been so long now and it seems that
It was only yesterday
Ain't it funny how time slips away?
How's your new love
I hope that he's doing fine
Heard you told him
That you'd love him till the end of time
Well you know, that's the same thing
That you told me
Well it seems like just the other day
Ain't it funny how time slips away
Gotta go now
Guess I'll see you hanging round
Don't know when though
Never know when I'll be back in town
But remember what I told you
That in time your gonna pay
Well it's surprisin' how time slips away
Yeah, ain't it surprisin' how time slips away

Le Lion Est Mort Ce Soir
((Adapted from: Mbube (Solomon Linda's Original Evening Birds) - 1939))
Composer(s): Solomon Linda - Henri Salvador
Performer(s): Henri Salvador - 1962

Versions In Other Languages:
1952 - Wimoweh (The Weavers)
1961 - The Lion Sleeps Tonight (The Tokens)
1961 - Oek'ndana (De Strangers)
1975 - Wimmersvej (Bamses Venner)



Dans la jungle, terrible jungle
Le lion est mort ce soir
Et les hommes tranquille s'endorment
Le lion est mort ce soir
Tout est sage dans le village
Le lion est mort ce soir
Plus de rage, plus de carnage
Le lion est mort ce soir
L'indomptable, le redoutable
Le lion est mort ce soir
Viens ma belle, viens ma gazelle
Le lion est mort ce soir
Dans la jungle, terrible jungle
Le lion est mort ce soir
Dans la jungle, terrible jungle
Le lion est mort ce soir

Ik Meen 'T
Performer(s): André Hazes



Slaap je al ik wilde nog wat kwijt
Ik maak je even wakker tot mijn spijt
Ik moet je zeggen dat ik van je hou, en dat meen ik
Want alleen is maar alleen

rook met mij een sigaret
Blijf jij maar liggen in je bed
Wat ik zeggen wil is kort, maar ik meen het

Ik ben zo blij dat jij hier bent
Ik was jaren vrijgezel
Zat dan alleen in een hotel
Want ik wist niet wat het was om verliefd te zijn
Wat moet ik nu zonder jou beginnen?

Kus me en zeg dat je van me houdt
Ik wilde zilver maar ik heb nu goud
Als jij naar mij kijkt word ik al week, oh ik meen het
Wat moet ik nu nog zonder jou?

Je ogen zeggen zoveel tegen mij
Als jij ze opent maak je mij zo blij
Ik moet je zeggen dat ik van je hou en dat meen ik
Oh, wat moet ik zonder jou?

rook met mij een sigaret
Blijf maar liggen in je bed
Wat ik zegge wil is kort
maar ik meen het
ik ben zo blij dat jij hier bent

Je ogen zeggen zoveel tegen mij
Als jij ze opent maak je mij zo blij
Ik moet je zeggen dat ik van je hou en dat meen ik
Oh, wat moet ik zonder jou?
La la la la la la la la la ....... (2x)