The Little Shirt My Mother Made For Me
Composer(s): Harry Wincott
Performer(s): Tom Woottwell
and multiple other artists



I'll never forget the day that I was born
Was on a cold and frosty winter's morn'
The doctor said I was a chubby chap
But when the nurse, she took me on her lap
She washed me all over, I remember
And after powder-puffin' me, you see
She laid me in the cradle by the window
In the little shirt my Mother made for me

When I began to crawl it was a sight
I used to frighten Mom from morn' til night
There's no mistake I was a lttle curse
'Cause when my Daddy, he came home from work
Every night he would say, "Where's Little Sam got?"
As down the kitchen, happy as could be
They used to find me scrapin' out the jam pot
In the little shirt my Mother made for me

The first day that I wore my knickerbocks
I felt so funny after wearin' smocks
I looked a little picture, they did say
But when they let me out to run and play
Well, I didn't like the britches I was wearin'
And in the street I took 'em off, you see
I started walkin' home so bold and darin'
In the little shirt my Mother made for me

And then to school they said that I must go
I didn't like my teacher, you must know
And when I played the truant quite so dear
The teacher said, "Now boy, you come here"
With a big stick she beat around upon me
There's no mistake about my pedigree
I had the map of Scotland painted on me
Neath that little shirt my mother made for me

Last year when I was on my holiday
Upon the briny ocean I did gaze
The water looked so nice, I thought I'd go
To have a swim, but, in a minute, oh
All the girls along the beach at me were starin'
And some were takin' pictures, I could see
Was a good thing for me that I was wearin'
The little shirt my Mother made for me

Charlie Green, Play That Slide Trombone
(Traditional)
Performer(s): Jim Croce



I know a fool who blows a horn
He comes from way down South, oh yeah
And you ain't seen some blowin' since you been born
Like when a trombone's to his mouth
He wails and moans, grunts and groans
He can moan just like a cow
And you ain't seen some blowin' since you been born
'Cause he won't show them how

Oh Charlie won't you play that thing
I mean it's my trombone
Make it talk
Make it sing
I mean it's my trombone

If Gabriel knew how you could blow
He'd let you lead his band I know
Oh Charlie won't you play that thing
I mean it's my trombone

Oh Charlie won't you play that thing
I mean it's my trombone
Make it talk
Make it sing
I mean it's my trombone

Now you ain't seen such movin' hips
Like when the trombone do his licks
Charlie Green play that thing
I mean it's my trombone
Oh yeah, I mean it's my trombone

For He's A Jolly Good Fellow
(Traditional)



For he's a jolly good fellow
For he's a jolly good fellow
For he's a jolly good fellow
Which nob'dy can deny
Which nob'dy can deny
Which nob'dy can deny
For he's a jolly good fellow
For he's a jolly good fellow
For he's a jolly good fellow
Which nob'dy can deny

We won't go home until morning
We won't go home until morning
We won't go home until morning
Till day-light doth appear
Till day-light doth appear
Till day-light doth appear
We won't go home until morning
We won't go home until morning
We won't go home until morning
Till day-light doth appear

The bear went over the mountain
The bear went over the mountain
The bear went over the mountain
To see what he could see
To see what he could see
To see what he could see
The bear went over the mountain
The bear went over the mountain
The bear went over the mountain
To see what he could see

The other side of the mountain
The other side of the mountain
The other side of the mountain
Was all that he could see
Was all that he could see
Was all that he could see
The other side of the mountain
The other side of the mountain
The other side of the mountain
Was all that he could see

The Little Old Lady (From Pasadena)
Composer(s): Don Altfeld - Roger Christian
First release by: Jan & Dean - 1964



It's the little old lady from Pasadena 

The little old lady from Pasadena 
(Go, Granny, go, Granny, go Granny go) 
Has a pretty little flower bed of white gardenias 
(Go, Granny, go, Granny, go Granny go) 
But parked in a rickety old garage 
Is a brand new, shiny red Super Stock Dodge 

And everybody's saying that there's nobody meaner 
Than the little old lady from Pasadena 
(She drives real fast and she drives real hard) 
She's the terror of Colorado Boulevard 

It's the little old lady from Pasadena 
If you see her on the street don't try to choose her 
(Go, Granny, go, Granny, go Granny go) 
You might drive a goer but you'll never lose her 
(Go, Granny, go, Granny, go Granny go) 
Well, she's gonna get a ticket now sooner or later 
'Cause she can't keep her foot off the accelerator 

And everybody's saying that there's nobody meaner 
Than the little old lady from Pasadena 
(She drives real fast and she drives real hard) 
She's the terror of Colorado Boulevard 

(Go, Granny, go, Granny, go Granny go) 
(Go, Granny, go, Granny, go Granny go)
The guys come to race her for miles around 
But she'll give 'em a length and then she'll shut 'em down 

And everybody's saying that there's nobody meaner 
Than the little old lady from Pasadena 
(She drives real fast and she drives real hard) 
She's the terror of Colorado Boulevard 

Go, Granny, go, Granny, go Granny go 
Go, Granny, go, Granny, go Granny go 
Go, Granny, go, Granny, go Granny go 
Go, Granny, go, Granny, go Granny go
Go, Granny, go, Granny, go Granny go 
Go, Granny, go, Granny, go Granny go

Charlie Freak
Composer(s): Walter Becker - Donald Fagen
Performer(s): Steely Dan



Charlie freak had but one thing to call his own
Three weight ounce pure golden ring no precious stone
Five nights without a bite
No place to lay his head
And if nobody takes him in
He’ll soon be dead
On the street he spied my face I heard him hail
In our plot of frozen space he told his tale
Poor man, he showed his hand
So righteous was his need
And me so wise I bought his prize
For chicken feed

Newfound cash soon begs to smash a state of mind
Close inspection fast revealed his favorite kind
Poor kid, he overdid
Embraced the spreading haze
And while he sighed his body died
In fifteen ways

When I heard I grabbed a cab to where he lay
’round his arm the plastic tag read d.o.a.
Yes jack, I gave it back
The ring I could not own
Now come my friend I’ll take your hand
And lead you home

Futuros Amantes
English Title: Future Lovers
Composer(s): Chico Buarque
Performer(s): Chico Buarque; Gal Costa



Não se afobe, não
Que nada é pra já
O amor não tem pressa
Ele pode esperar em silêncio
Num fundo de armário
Na posta-restante
Milênios, milênios
No ar

E quem sabe, então
O Rio será
Alguma cidade submersa
Os escafandristas virão
Explorar sua casa
Seu quarto, suas coisas
Sua alma, desvãos

Sábios em vão
Tentarão decifrar
O eco de antigas palavras
Fragmentos de cartas, poemas
Mentiras, retratos
Vestígios de estranha civilização

Não se afobe, não
Que nada é pra já
Amores serão sempre amáveis
Futuros amantes, quiçá
Se amarão sem saber
Com o amor que eu um dia
Deixei pra você

Undress Me
((Adapted from: Déshabillez-Moi (Juliette Gréco) - 1967))
Composer(s): Robert Nyel - Gaby Verlor - Paul Francis Buck
Performer(s): Marc Almond - 1996



Undress me
Undress me
But not right away
Not too fast, eh!

Can you crave for me?
Desire me?
Enthral me

Undress me
Undress me
But don't be like the first time
Or go too crazy

First look at the truth
Take time to proceed
Don't be uncouth
Or show your greed
Devour me with your eyes
But be cautious
I'll become ravenous
By and by

Undress me
Deshabillez moi
But not right away
Not too fast, eh!

Can you hypnotise me?
Envelop me?
Capture me

Undress me
Undress me
But with some tact
And be exact
And dextrous

Choose your words with care
Control yourself, be strict
Not too slow nor quick
On my skin
There that's it, I'm trembling
And offer much to your expert touch
Oh, come on!

Undress me
Deshabillez moi
I want it right away
Go faster, it's okay
Can you possess me?
Consume me?
Burn me... up!

Undress me
Undress me
Behave like a lover
And be a lover
Do it!

Undress me
come on, undress me
And you... undress yourself

Charlie Charlie
Composer(s): Pierre Papadiamandis
Performer(s): Eddy Mitchell



Tu es mon univers d'enfant
Toi qui l'enchantais si souvent
Charlie
Charlie

Charlie
Toi que j'ai inventé
Tu étais ma complicité
Charlie
Charlie

Tu partageais tous mes chagrins
Ton monde ainsi devenait mien
Charlie
Charlie

Mais quand l'enfance fut passée
Mon adolescence t'a tué
Charlie
Charlie

Car l'amour venait de naître
Si doux, si grand
Mais refusant de supporter
Ta présence imaginaire
De mes jeunes années

J'appartiens au monde des grands
Je suis adulte maintenant
Charlie
Charlie

Je n'ai plus le droit de rêver
De me pencher sur mon passé
Charlie
Charlie

Car l'amour venait de naître
Si doux, si grand
Mais refusant de supporter
Ta présence imaginaire
De mes jeunes années

Tu es mon univers d'enfant
Toi qui l'enchantais si souvent
Charlie
Charlie

Charlie
Toi que j'ai inventé
Tu étais ma complicité
Charlie
Charlie

Mais quand l'enfance fut passée
Mon adolescence t'a tué
Charlie
Charlie

Future Times
Composer(s): Jon Anderson; Steve Howe; 
Chris Squire; Rick Wakeman; Alan White
Performer(s): Yes



In the fountains of the universe (set time in accord)
Sits the boychild Solomon
(Ever turning round and round)
In the cities of the Southern Sky (set points universe)
Dreams he of glory (pulsating round and round)
Future times will stand and clearly see (highest dancing)
Of the course of innocence (Drifting drifting)

See it all
See it all
Till tomorrow
See it all
See it all
Till tomorrow
Future times will stand and clearly smile
Of the course of innocence

Dantalion will ride again (raging forth underland)
The course of evils standing straight (grind to grind)
Hot metal will abound the land (churning out shout)
As the form regards our blazing hand
Future times will stand and clearly see
Of the course of innocence

One the word will enter all our hearts
Two the duel will alter them
Three jewels countenance divine away delight away
four the fight to free the land
Five the islands of Arabia
Six the tears that separate
Six the tears that separate

The Little Man Who Wasn't There
Composer(s): Harold Adamson - Bernie Hanighen
Performer(s): Glenn Miller & Tex Beneke
and multiple other artists



Glenn Miller: 
Hello there, Texas, whatcha say?
Are you whistling in the dark just to scare the ghost away?

Tex Beneke: 
I know there's something following me that I can't see
Someone sure laid an awful hex on me!

Glenn Miller: 
A hex? Ah, Tex, that's pretty far-fetched
Man, I'd say you're just a little bit tetched!

Tex Beneke: 
You'd got a load of what I saw last night
You'd pass the Yankee Clipper on its maiden flight!

Last night I saw upon the stair
A little man who wasn't there
He wasn't there again today
Oh, how I wish he'd go away

When I came home last night at three
The man was waiting there for me
But when I looked around the hall
I couldn't see him there at all

Go away, go away
Don't you come back any more
Go away, go away
And please don't slam the door... (Slam!)

Last night I saw upon the stair
A little man who wasn't there
He wasn't there again today
Oh, how I wish he'd go away

Charlie Brown "A Boy Named Charlie Brown"
Performer(s): Serge Gainsbourg



Un petit garçon comme Charlie
À qui jamais rien ne réussit
Ça s'casse la figure
À tous les coins d'la ville
Dieu que la vie est dure
Pour Charlie

Mais ce petit garçon
Qu'est Charlie
Qui n'récolte jamais que des ennuis
Et qui les prend pourtant
Avec philosophie
C'est l'image d'un enfant d'aujourd'hui

Moi-même j'étais comme Charlie
Semblable à Charlie Brown
Je grimpais à la corde de mon cerf-volant
Afin d'mieux voir le firmament
Mais voici que la corde casse et Charlie
Seul dans l'herbe de la prairie
Encore un peu plus triste que tout à l'heure
Retient les larmes de Charlie Brown

Futura
Composer(s): Lucio Dalla
Performer(s): Lucio Dalla



Chissà chissà domani
su che cosa metteremo le mani
se si potrà contare ancora le onde del mare
e alzare la testa
non esser così seria, rimani
i russi, i russi gli americani
no lacrime non fermarti fino a domani
sarà stato forse un tuono
non mi meraviglio
è una notte di fuoco
dove sono le tue mani
nascerà e non avrà paura nostro figlio
e chissà come sarà lui domani
su quali strade camminerà
cosa avrà nelle sue mani.. le sue mani
si muoverà e potrà volare
nuoterà su una stella
come sei bella
e se è una femmina si chiamerà futura
Il suo nome detto questa notte
mette già paura
sarà diversa bella come una stella
sarai tu in miniatura
ma non fermarti voglio ancora baciarti
chiudi i tuoi occhi non voltarti indietro
qui tutto il mondo sembra fatto di vetro
e sta cadendo a pezzi come un vecchio presepio.
Di più, muoviti più fretta di più, benedetta
più su, nel silenzio tra le nuvole, più su
che si arriva alla luna, si la luna
ma non è bella come te questa luna
è una sottana americana
Allora su mettendoci di fianco, più su
guida tu che sono stanco, più su
in mezzo ai razzi e a un batticuore, più su
son sicuro che c'e' il sole
ma che sole è un cappello di ghiaccio
questo sole è una catena di ferro
senza amore, amore, amore, amore
Lento lento adesso batte più lento
ciao, come stai
il tuo cuore lo sento
i tuoi occhi così belli non li ho visti mai
ma adesso non voltarti
voglio ancora guardarti
non girare la testa
dove sono le tue mani
aspettiamo che ritorni la luce
di sentire una voce
aspettiamo senza avere paura, domani

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