The Man Who Broke The Bank At Monte Carlo
Performer(s): Charles Coburn



I've just got here, thro' Paris, from the sunny southern shore
I to Monte Carlo went, just to raise my winter's rent
Dame Fortune smil'd upon me as she'd never done before
And I've now such lots of money, I'm a gent
Yes, I've now such lots of money, I'm a gent

I stay indoors till after lunch, and then my daily walk 
To the great Triumphal Arch is one grand Triumphal march
Observ'd by each observer with the keenness of a hawk
I'm mass of money, linen, silk and starch
I'm mass of money, linen, silk and starch

I patronized the tables at the Monte Carlo hell 
Till they hadn't got a sou for a Christian or a Jew
So I quickly went to Parie for the charms of mad'moiselle
Who's the load-stone of my heart 
What can I do? 
When with twenty tongues she swears that she'll be true?

As I walk along the Bois Boolong, with an independent air
You can hear them sigh and wish to die
You can see them wink the other eye
At the man who broke the bank at Monte Carlo

Chicken Little Baby
Composer(s): Little Richard
Performer(s): Little Richard



Well, I got the blues
My baby's gonna shout for joy, shout for joy
Yeah, I got the news
My baby's gonna shout for joy
Well, she says I'm her baby
She calls me her Little Richard (Rich) Boy

Yes, I got a chicken little baby
I got a chicken little baby
Come on, got a chicken little baby
Yea-eh-es, got a chicken little baby
Uh-hum, I got a chicken little baby
Ev'rybody wants her now

Well, tonight I stand with my heart in my hand
Yeah, tonight I stand with my heart in my hand
If I can't be your baby, I won't be your lovin' man

Yes, I got a chicken little baby
I got a chicken little baby
Come on, got a chicken little baby
Yea-eh-es, got a chicken little baby
Uh-hum, I got a chicken little baby
Ev'rybody wants her now

Yes, I got a chicken little baby
I got a chicken little baby
Come on, got a chicken little baby
Yea-eh-es, got a chicken little baby
Uh-hum, I got a chicken little baby
Ev'rybody wants her now

Ready To Rock
Composer(s): Romanelli-Stotts; Swenson-Romanelli-Stotts
Performer(s): Wendy O. Williams



Come on, let it go, we're gonna rock tonight
If you don't know how I'll show you how
We're gonna rock tonight
Hey get with it, we're gonna rock tonight
All together, we're gonna rock tonight

Hey, let's go, yeah, are you ready to rock (ready to rock)?

Make some noise, start to feel, give everything you can
Gonna rock all day, gonna rock all night
Rock till we can't stand
Hey get with it, we're gonna rock tonight
All together, we're gonna rock tonight

Hey, let's go, yeah, are you ready to rock?

Not feeling free? come rock with me
Don't hold nothing back
Come on let's get loose, let's bump and groan
Full speed down the track

Hey, let's go, are you ready to rock?

The Man Upstairs
Performer(s): Jim Nabors



Have you talked to the Man upstairs
'Cause He wants to hear from you
Have you talked to the Man upstairs
He will always see you through

And if troubles ever trouble you
Don't you run and hide
Cause if you ever need a friend
He'll be right there by your side

Just turn your eyes to heaven
And just say a simple prayer
Through the clouds, you'll wait to see His face
No matter when or where

Have you talked to the Man upstairs
He wants to hear from you
Have you talked to the Man upstairs
He'll always see you through

And if troubles ever trouble you
Don't you run and hide
'Cause if you ever need a friend
He'll be right there by your side

Just turn your eyes to heaven
And say a simple prayer
Through the clouds, you'll wait to see His face
No matter when or where

Have you talked to the Man upstairs
He wants to hear from you
Have you talked to the Man upstairs
He will always see you through

Chicken Fat
Composer(s): Meredith Wilson
Performer(s): Robert Preston



Touch down
Every morning
Ten times!
Not just
Now and then
Give that chicken fat
Back to the chicken
And don't be chicken again
No, don't be chicken again

Push up
Every morning
Ten times
Push up
Starting low
Once more on the rise
Nuts to the flabby guys!
Go, you chicken fat, go away!
Go, you chicken fat, go!

Left! Left! Left! Left!
Left a good pound and a quarter
Was it right, right that it should be left?
Yes, I left! Left! Left! Left!
Left a good pound and a quarter
It was right (left), right (left) that it should be left!

Now, touch your toes with me  
Ready!

Touch down (up)
Every morning (down)
Ten times!
(Three!) Not just (up)
(Four!) Now and then (up)
(Five!) Give that (up) chicken fat
(Six!) Back to the (up) chicken and
(Seven!) Don't be (up) chicken (Eight!) again
(up) No, (Nine!) don't be (up) chicken again 
(Ten...halt!)

Hit the dirt!  
Hit!
Push ups next
Nice and steady
Not too fast
Ready!

Push up (down)
Every morning (up)
Ten times!
Push up,
Starting low
(Down! That's five) 
Once more (down) on the rise
(Six!) Nuts to the (down) flabby guys
(Seven!) Go, you (down) chicken fat 
(Everybody sing!) go away
Go, you chicken fat, go!

Ready Teddy
French Title: Belle
Composer(s): Robert Blackwell; John S. Marascalco
Performer(s): Little Richard;
and various other artists



Ready, set, go, man, go
I've got a gal that I love so
I'm ready
Ready ready Teddy, I'm read-yyy! 
Ready ready Teddy, I'm ready
Ready ready Teddy, I'm ready ready ready to rock 'n' roll

Goin' down to the corner
Pick up my sweetie pie
She's my rock 'n' roll baby
She's the apple of my eye, I'm ready
Ready ready Teddy, I'm read-yyy! 
Ready ready Teddy, I'm ready
Ready ready Teddy, I'm ready ready ready to rock 'n' roll

All the flat top cats and the dungaree dolls
Are headed for the gym to the sock hop ball
The joint's really jumpin', the cats are goin' wild
The music really sends me, I dig that crazy style
I'm ready
Ready ready Teddy, read-yyy! 
Ready ready Teddy, I'm ready
Ready ready Teddy, I'm ready ready ready to rock 'n' roll

Goin' down to the corner
Pick up my sweetie pie
She's my rock 'n' roll baby
She's the apple of my eye
I'm ready
Ready ready Teddy, I'm read-yyy! 
Ready ready Teddy, I'm ready
Ready ready Teddy, I'm ready ready ready to rock 'n' roll

All the flat top cats and all the dungaree dolls
Are headed for the gym to the sock hop ball
The joint is really jumpin', the cats are goin' wild 
The music really sends me, I dig that crazy style
I'm ready
Ready ready Teddy, I'm read-yyy! 
Ready ready Teddy, I'm ready
Ready ready Teddy, I'm ready ready ready to rock 'n' roll

Gonna kick off my shoes, roll up my faded jeans
Grab my rock 'n' roll baby, pour on the steam
I shuffle to the left, I shuffle to the right
Gonna rock 'n' roll till the early early night
I'm ready
Ready ready Teddy, I'm read-yyy! 
Ready ready Teddy, I'm ready
Ready ready Teddy, I'm ready ready ready to rock 'n' roll

The Man That Is Me
Composer(s): Jim Croce - Ingrid Croce
Performer(s): Jim & Ingrid Croce



I'm a dreamer by nature
And I've always been tryin'
To dream myself out of this world that I'm in
In my dreams I escape all the troubles around
And it hasn't cost a penny
For the pleasures I've found

What is the part
That I'll play today
Beggar, a bus'ness man, king for a day?
I've played many parts
And I'm the first to agree
That I'm still lookin' round for the man that is me

I'm a dreamer by nature
And I've always been
Looking for something not there
My financial position
Don't bother my dreams
'Cause in fairy tale money
I'm my own millionaire

What is the part
That I'll play today
Beggar, a bus'ness man, king for a day?
I've played many parts
And I'm the first to agree
That I'm still lookin' round for the man that is me

I'm a rich man in dreams
But in real life I've hid
From the fact that I've got me a wife and a kid
If I lose what I've got
Then they lose it too
Tell me what in this world's a poor dreamer to do

What is the part
That I'll play today
Beggar, a bus'ness man, king for a day?
I've played many parts
And I'm the first to agree
That I'm still lookin' round for the man that is me

Chicken
Composer(s): Jerry Leiber - Walter Rollins - Mike Stoller
Performer(s): The Cheers



They drove the hottest hot rods
That were ever raced in years
You could hear `em burnin' rubber
As they shifted through the gears
They must have lost their senses
In their trail of smoke and flame
`Cos you had to be a maniac
To play that crazy game

"Chicken", "Chicken"
The winner of the game would holler "chicken"

The laughter of the couples
Could be heard above the roar
As they headed t'ward each other
With their pedals to the floor
The one that held it showed
That he was not afraid to die
And the one that turned aside
Would hear the winning couple cry

"Chicken", "Chicken"
The winner of the game would holler "chicken"

(Chicken)

They knew they'd all be losers
If they ever had a tie
But the closer they could make a scene
The louder they would cry
The kicks were always greatest
When they had the closest shaves
And the voices coming back
Were like an echo from the grave

"Chicken", "Chicken"
The winner of the game would holler "chicken"

And then one night it happened
`Cos the devil had his way
He was clickin' off the seconds
That were left for them to play
There might have been a winner
But they had no way to tell
For the couples all were dead
And there was no one left to yell

"Chicken", "Chicken"
The winner of the game would holler "chicken" 

Ready For You
Performer(s): Air Supply



Painted sands and makeshift hands 
Take us round and round
Horizon clear, you'll soon be near 
And walking on the ground
I've been round the corner 
Sinking all the doubts in sight
If you sail across the border 
We can float into the night

Oh, I'm ready for you
I'm ready for you
I'm ready for you
I'm ready for you

Cloudy Sky, the wind is high 
And trying to break the spell
But I'll be here when you appear 
I'll see the night as well
A feeling's not a feeling 
If you can't believe it's true
I'd sooner be believing 
'Til the ship comes sailing through

Oh, I'm ready for you
I'm ready for you
I'm ready for you
I'm ready for you

I've been round the corner 
Sinking all the doubts in sight
If you sail across the border
We can float into the night

Oh, I'm ready for you
Oh, I'm ready for you
Oh, I'm ready for you
Oh, I'm ready for you

The Man That Got Away
Composer(s): Ira Gershwin - Harold Arlen
First performance by: Judy Garland - 1954
Covered by multiple other artists



The night is bitter
The stars have lost their glitter
The winds grow colder
And suddenly you're older
And all because of
The man that got away

No more his eager call
The writing's on the wall
The dreams you dreamed have all
Gone astray
The man that won you
Has run off and undone you
That great beginning
Has seen it's final inning
Don't know what happened
It's all a crazy game

No more that all-time thrill
For you've been through the mill
And never a new love will
Be the same

Good riddance, good-bye
Every trick of his you're on to 
But fools will be fools and where's he gone to?

The road gets rougher
It's lonelier and tougher
With hope you burn up
Tomorrow he may turn up
There's just no letup
The livelong night and day

Ever since this world began
There is nothing sadder than
A one-man woman
Looking for the man that got away...

The road gets rougher
It's lonelier and tougher
With hope you burn up
Tomorrow he may turn up
There's just no letup
The livelong night and day

Ever since this world began
There is nothing sadder than
A one-man woman
Looking for the man
The man that got away...

The man that got away...

Chickasaw Train Blues (Low Down Dirty Thing)
Composer(s): Minnie McCoy
Performer(s): Memphis Minnie; Kansas Joe McCoy



I'm gon' tell everybody, what that Chickasaw has done done for me
I'm gon' tell everybody, what that Chickasaw has done done for me
She done stole my man away, and blow that doggone smoke on me
She's a low down dirty dog

I ain't no woman, like to ride that Chickasaw
Ain't no woman, like to ride that Chickasaw
Because everywhere she stop, she's stealing some woman's good man, oh
She's a low down dirty dog

I told the depot this mornin', I don't think he treats me right
Told the depot this mornin', I don't think he treats me right
He done sold my man a ticket, and I know that Chickasaw leavin' town tonight
He's a low down dirty dog

I walk down a railroad track, that Chickasaw even wouldn't let me ride the blind
I walk down a railroad track, that Chickasaw wouldn't even let me ride the blind
And she stop picking up men, all up and down the line
She's a low down dirty dog

Mmm-mmm, Chickasaw don't pay no woman no mind
Mmm-mmm, that Chickasaw don't pay no woman no mind
And she stop pickin' up men, all up and down the line 

Ready For The Times To Get Better
Composer(s): Allen Reynolds
Performer(s): Crystal Gayle; Chet Atkins; 
Lauren Kilgore; Jim Rooney; Doc Watson



I've got to tell you I've been rackin' my brain
Hopin' to find a way out
I've had enough of this continual rain
Changes are comin', no doubt

(Chorus:)
It's been a too long time
With no peace of mind
And I'm ready for the times
To get better

You seem to want from me what I cannot give
I feel so lonesome at times
I have a dream that I wish I could live
It's burnin' holes in my mind

(Repeat chorus)

Na, na, na...

(Repeat chorus)

The Man On The Flying Trapeze
Composer(s): George Leybourne
Performer(s): Walter O'Keefe
and multiple other artists



Once I was happy, but now I'm forlorn
Like an old coat that is tattered and torn
Left on this world to fret and to mourn
Betrayed by a maid in her teens

The girl that I loved she was handsome
I tried all I knew her to please
But I could not please her one quarter so well
As the man upon the trapeze

He'd fly through the air with the greatest of ease
That daring young man on the flying trapeze
His movements were graceful, all girls he could please
And my love he purloined away

This young man by name was Signor Bona Slang
Tall, big and handsome, as well made as Chang
Where'er he appeared the hall loudly rang
With ovation from all people there

He'd smile from the bar on the people below
And one night he smiled on my love
She wink'd back at him and she shouted "Bravo"
As he hung by his nose up above

Her father and mother were both on my side
And very hard tried to make her my bride
Her father he sighed, and her mother she cried
To see her throw herself away

'Twas all no avail, she went there every night
And would throw him bouquets on the stage
Which caused him to meet her; how he ran me down
To tell you would take a whole page

One night I as usual went to her dear home
Found there her father and mother alone
I asked for my love, and soon they made known
To my horror that she'd run away

She'd packed up her box and eloped in the night
With him, with the greatest of ease
From two stories high he had lowered her down
To the ground on his flying trapeze

Some months after this I went to the Hall
Was greatly surprised to see on the wall
A bill in red letters, which did my heart gall
That she was appearing with him

He'd taught her gymnastics and dressed her in tights
To help him live at his ease
And made her assume a masculine name
And now she goes on the trapeze

She'd fly through the air with the greatest of ease
You'd think her the man young man on the flying trapeze
Her movements were graceful, all girls she could please
And that was the end of my love

Chick-A-Boom (Don't Ya Jes' Love It)
Composer(s): Richard Delvy - Janis Gwin
Performer(s): Daddy Dewdrop



Last night I had a crazy dream
About a chick in a black bikini
Oh she looked so good she couldn't be real
So she must be a magic genie
But then she disappeared around a corner
All I saw were three doors and the top of her bikini
I made it through the first door there was a party going on
I asked about the chick but what they said was this

Chick-a-boom chick-a-boom don't ya jes' love it
Chick-a-boom chick-a-boom don't ya jes' love it
Chick-a-boom chick-a-boom don't ya jes' love it
Chick-a-boom chick-a-boom-boom-boom

I found the bottom half
Behind the second door
Which took me to Africa I presume
This really far out cat was screaming half crazy
"Bomp boom a loo bom a long bam boo"
I said hey man cut that jive
And tell me where the chick went
But he looked at me as pleased as could be
And said a lotta words but I wonder what he meant

Chick-a-boom chick-a-boom don't ya jes' love it
Chick-a-boom chick-a-boom don't ya jes' love it
Chick-a-boom chick-a-boom don't ya jes' love it
Chick-a-boom chick-a-boom-boom-boom

Ah don't ya jes' love it
Ooh don't ya jes' love it
Don't ya love it don't ya love it
Oh yeah don't ya love jes' it
Don't ya jes' love it now

I opened the third door and there she was
And She whispered so sexy oh ooh
I tried to do the same and impress her with my style
But why this chick would never know

Chick-a-boom chick-a-boom don't ya jes' love it
Chick-a-boom chick-a-boom don't ya jes' love it
Chick-a-boom chick-a-boom don't ya jes' love it
Chick-a-boom chick-a-boom-boom-boom

Don't ya know it

Chick-a-boom chick-a-boom don't ya jes' love it
Chick-a-boom chick-a-boom don't ya jes' love it
Chick-a-boom chick-a-boom don't ya jes' love it
Chick-a-boom chick-a-boom-boom-boom 

Ready For The 80's
Composer(s): Henri Belolo;
Phil Hurtt; Beauris Whitehead
Performer(s): Village People



The world "talkin" ´bout the world belongs to you
It belongs to yo
The world
I know I know I know
Belongs to me
It belongs to me
I´m ready for the eighty´s glad to be alive
I´m waiting for those magic numbers to arrive
I´ve got myself together got myself in gear
I´m gonna be the first out there, to greet those
Fabulous year

I´m ready for the eighty´s, I´m ready for the eighty´s
Ready for the time of my life
Are you ready
Are you ready
`Cause I´m ready for you, honey
`Cause I´m ready for you
I´m ready for the eighty´s, I´m ready for the eighty´s
Ready for the time of my life

Are you ready for me
Are you ready for me
`Cause I´m ready for you, baby
`Cause I´m ready for you
Take my dream and hitch it to a star
In the eighty´s we will travel far
We will realize just who we are
We can move as one

Baby, I´m ready, ...
And baby I´ll be waiting for you

Listen to me baby
The world
Talkin´ ´bout this world
Belongs to you
It belongs to you
The world I know I know I know
It belongs to me
It belongs to me
I´m ready for the eighty´s things look positiv
I´m ready and I´ve got a lot of love to give
There´s hope in ev´ry heart and love on ev´ry face
The eighty´s promise ev´rything is just gonna be great

Baby, I´m ready, ...

Everything is gonna work out fine
I have faith in this old world of mine
We´ll be loving in the bright sunshine
Baby you and me
Baby, I'm ready, ...

And baby I´ll share them all with you
Baby I´m ready
Things look so positiv
Baby I´m ready
There´s lot of love to give,to give
Everything, everything is gonna work out fine baby
I have faith in you, in this world, in this world of mine
We´ll be loving yeah
In the bright sunshine baby
Just you and me girl
Everything is gonna be glad

Baby, I´m ready for the eighty´s,...

I´m ready to begin anew
And I want to share it all with you
Give the universe a different view we´ll communicate
Baby I´m ready for the eighty´s, ...
And baby I´ll be happy with you
´Cause baby baby baby
Our dreams will come true
I´m ready I´m ready I´m ready
Baby I´m ready, I´m ready, I´m ready, ...

The Man In The Moon Is A Lady
Composer(s): Jerry Herman
Performer(s): Bea Arthur



Mame:
Oh, Vera, I can't wait to hear that Overture
Tell me about the show!

Vera:
Well, well, it's this terribly modern operetta about a lady astronomer
who make a universe shaking discovery

Oooooh Aaaaaaaaah...

Vera:
I have a little secret I'd like to impart
That I hope doesn't give you too much of a start
Tho' it's shocking, it's completely true
I know it isn't gossip, or rumor, of course
For I've had it from quite a reliable source
And I'd like to pass it on to you

The man in the moon is a lady
A lady in lipstick and curls
The cow that jumped ovah cried
"Jumpin' Jehovah
I think it's just one of the girls"
She winks at the stars from her bed of green cheese
That isn't a night-gown
It's a Saturn chemise
Oh, her friends are the stars and the planets
She sends the Big Dipper a kiss
So don't ever offend her
Remember her gender
The man in the moon is a miss

Chick, Chick, Chick, Chick, Chicken (Lay A Little Egg For Me)
Composer(s): Fred Holt - Thomas McGhee - Irving King
Performer(s): Ted Weems
and multiple other artists



Now good old farmer Haystack is the cleverest of men
He cuts a rasher off a pig, and then shouts to a hen
Chick, chick, chick, chick, chicken, lay a little egg for me
Chick, chick, chick, chick, chicken, I want one for my tea
Oh, I haven't had an egg since Easter/breakfast, and now it's half past three
So, chick, chick, chick, chicken, lay a little egg for me
Now Rip Van Winkle woke up after twenty years or more
He found a bird's nest in his beard and shouted out, "Oh, Lor'!"
Chick, chick, chick, chick, chicken, lay a little egg for me
Chick, chick, chick, chick, chicken, I want one for my tea
Oh, I haven't had an egg since Easter (breakfast), and now it's half past three
So, chick, chick, chick, chicken, lay a little egg for me

Reach Out Of The Darkness
Composer(s): Jim Post
Performer(s): Friend & Lover;
Dai Bass; Strawberry Zots



I think it's so groovy now
That people are finally getting together
I thinks it's so wonderful and how
That people are finally getting together
Reach out in the darkness
Reach out in the darkness
Reach out in the darkness 
And you may find a friend

I knew a man that I did not care for 
And then one day this man gave me a call
We sat and talked about things on our mind
And now this man he is a friend of mine
Don't be afraid of love
Don't be afraid, don't be afraid to love
Everybody needs a little love
Everybody needs somebody 
That they can be thinking of

The Man In The Little White Suit
Composer(s): Dallas Frazier
Performer(s): Charlie Walker



Smokin' cigarettes by the carton
Drinkin' coffee by the pound
Slowly pullin' my hair out by the roots
Actin' funny, lookin' in a mirror
Makin' faces like a clown
Just sittin' here waitin' for
The man in the little white suit

Everybody told me you would drive me crazy
And they said you'd have me barkin' like a hound
But a fool in love ain't got the sense to listen
Now my barkin' is the gossip of the town

Smokin' cigarettes by the carton
Drinkin' coffee by the pound
Slowly pullin' my hair out by the roots
Actin' funny, lookin' in a mirror
Making faces like a clown
Just sittin' here waitin' for
The man in the little white suit

Just a crazy fool would believe the things you told me
I hate to say the fool is you know who
I'd sooner be the victim of a hangin'
Then be the fool I am because of you

Smokin' cigarettes by the carton
Drinkin' coffee by the pound
Slowly pullin' my hair out by the roots
Actin' funny, lookin' in a mirror
Making faces like a clown
Just sittin' here waitin' for
The man in the little white suit

Yeah, I'm sittin' here waitin' for the man in the little white suit

Chicago Blues
Composer(s): James P. Johnson
Performer(s): Lonnie Johnson
and multiple other artists



Chicago's alright to visit, but please don't hang around
You'll find the smooth chicks and high slicks and boy, all those mellow fellows
But when your bankroll is gone, you're just another chump, that's dropped in town!
My first night in Chicago, my friends really treated me fine
Then overnight, they all changed like daylight saving time
And ev'rything I wanted, I had to lay my money down on the line
I said, "Baby, you're so lovely, your eyes shine like the stars above
you wear number three shoes, yes, and wear number five gloves"
She said, "It's money I need, baby, I don't need love!"
I said, "I could make you love me darlin', baby, I just bet I could
you can learn to love me baby, I know you could"
She says, "Lay your money down, babe, and make your bettin' good!"
I said, "Let's go to New York, baby I'll buy you anything you lack
I will give you plenty money, gonna buy you a nineteen forty-two Cadillac!"
She says, "I'm sorry, this fine round body will be here when you get back!"