The Man's Too Strong
Composer(s): Mark Knopfler
Performer(s): Dire Straits



I'm just an ageing drummer boy
And in the wars I used to play
And I've called the tune
To many a torture session
Now they say I am a war criminal
And I'm fading away
Father please her my confession

I have legalised robbery
Called it a belief
I have run with the money
And hid like a theif
I have re-written history
With my armies and my crooks
Invented memories
I did burn all the books
And I can still hear his laughter
And I can still hear his song
The man's too big
The man's too strong

Well I have tried to be meek
And I have tried to be mild
But I spat like a woman
And sulked like a child
I have lived behind walls
That have made me alone
Striven for peace
Which I have never known
And I can still hear his laughter
And I can still hear his song
The man's too big
The man's too strong

Well the sun rose on the courtyard
And they all did hear him say
'You always were a Judas
But I got you anyway
You may have got your silver
But I swear upon my life
Your sister gave me diamonds
And I gave them to your wife'
Oh father please help me
For I have done wrong
The man's too big
The man's too strong

Child Of Clay
Composer(s): Jimmy Curtiss - Ernie Maresca
Performer(s): Jimmie F. Rodgers; Marc Almond; P.J. Proby



Into the darkness he was sent by parents'
Who were ignorant hm, hm
Tied down to his mother's strings 
Unable to be anything hm, hm
Puzzled by the things he hears
The father thinking work comes first
Ain't got the time to quench a thirst
No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no
No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no 
Once he was a child, a beautiful child
A child of clay shaped and molded 
Into what he is today
But who is to blame for this child of clay

Going out into the street at night
The answers he may meet hm hm
With sick and twisted minds 
He shares the searching questions
His heart bears hm hm
And from the dregs
The answers find their way into his supple mind
In time the planted seeds will grow 
Into a twisted vine below
No, no, no, no, no, no, no
No, no, no, no, no, no, no

And now his aimless days begin 
To drift into sordid sin hm, hm
And soon his dislike turns to hate
As the stamp of life seals his fate hm, hm
and so the night conceals his name
And the days sleep off his shame
Deprived of love and wrought by fear
A feeling that the end is near
No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no
No, no, no, no, no, no, no

Real Thing
Performer(s): Kalapana



Here comes the night
Once again
I'll be feeling lonely
Oh, if only things could work out like you plan
Where can love be
Tell me why it's so hard to find somebody
Who will stand by me
And take the time to understand
And show me love again
I want the real thing
Or nothing at all
I need someone that I can be sure will catch me
If I should fall
Someone who'll be there when I call
Then I'll know that it's the real thing
I want the real thing
To warm me each night
Someone to love me over and over
Making the future bright
Somebody who will make it all right
Just give me the real thing
Where is the moon?
Won't it smile
On just one more dreamer
Let your beams come down
And fill my empty room
Here comes the night
But if there's still a chance
That love can find me
I'll be here
Crossing my fingers
I want to know for sure
That I can feel secure
Knowing I've found an everlasting love
And once I get that under control
Then I won't let go

Man With The Mandolin
Performer(s): Glenn Miller



Deedely dum dum dum 
Deedely dum dum
(this is the mandolin playing the melody)
Here comes the man with the mandolin
(Mandolin playing melody again)
He'll cheer you up 'till your ship comes in
Loveable old fellow playing an old tune
He comes 'round every afternoon
Raggedy old minstrel, wearing a big grin
You'll love the man with the mandolin
All the kids foller, all the kids holler
To the windows above
Mamma throw a nickle and the man wil tick
A little tune we love
(mandolin plays melody again)
Open your heart let the music in
(mandolin again)
There goes the man with the mandolin

Child Of Babylon
Composer(s): David Coverdale - Bernie Marsden
First release by: Whitesnake - 1981



When I heard the sound of thunder
On the day that I was born
I was blinded by the lighting
An' baptised in the storm
My father started crying
When he saw what he had done
But, my mother started praying
Have mercy on my son
He is a child of Babylon
I am a child of Babylon
Lord have mercy on a wayward son
Nowhere to hide, nowhere to run
I am a child
A child of Babylon
When I've fooled around so many times
When I've known it ain't been right
But, I paint it all in colours
When it really should be black and white
I sail my ship through muddy waters
Try to open every door
When I saw the seven wonders
It left me wanting more
I am a child of Babylon
Lord have mercy on a wayward son
Nowhere to hide, got no place to run
I am a child
A child of Babylon
On my day of judgement
I know how it will be
I'm prepared to meet my maker
With no hope for charity
I'll stand alone and pay the price
For everything I've done
'Cos there ain't guardian angel
For a child of Babylon

I am a child
A child of Babylon
I am a child of Babylon
Lord have mercy on a wayward son
Nowhere to hide, got no place to run
I am a child
A child of Babylon
Child of Babylon

Real Man
Composer(s): Todd Rundgren
Performer(s): Todd Rundgren



When I was a child
I thought as a child
I spoke as a child
I didn't know better
But now I'm a man
I look like a man
I'm old as a man
And I should know better
Got my head in the sky
And my mind knows what it wants
But my body just drags me down
And my world is something you can't see
But it's still very real to me
You can find it in the whole where I keep my soul
There it is - way down inside me 
There's a real man
Forget about my body and be a real man

I see with my heart
I hear with my heart
I feel with my heart
Sometimes it works better
And some so-called friends put me down
And they pity me for trying
Bad emotions push me around
But the vision shines on and on
It will shine when we all are gone
And I'd like to add a little sparkle while I'm here
Light it up - way down inside me
There's a real man
Forget about bad feelings and be real man

Some men's world is only hate and money
Afraid of everything and they laugh at nothing
And they only live to criticize
You can laugh at me now 
But the time comes to everybody
And you must decide
When that day finally comes along
You might wish you'd been a little more strong
Then you'll wake up in the morning cryin'
"oh my God"
There it is - way down inside me
It's a real man
You got to grow up sometime
Be a real man
Suffer them slings and arrows
Be a real man
Don't sell yourself for nothing
Be a real man
Don't take no crap from no one
Be a real man
Get your trip together
Be a real man

Brave Strangers
((French Version: Deux Étrangers (Johnny Hallyday) - 1981))
Composer(s): Bob Seger
First release by: Bob Seger & the Silver Bullet Band - 1978



Nights were warm
Dreams were easy
No one standing overhead
Conversation didn't mean much
We were hungry but could not be fed
Radio blasting silly little love songs
We only listened for the beat
Taking our chances
Out there on the mean streets
Hiding in the shadows from the heat
We weren't lovers just brave strangers
As we fought and we tumbled
through the night
We were players not arrangers
As we jammed till the dawn's early light
Swimming in the big lake
Taking it easy
Taking any comfort we could find
Didn't need the real truth
Didn't need the meaning
Straight ahead ignoring every sign

Every sign
And oh I remember I know you do too
Oh that one evening
I know you do too
Baby
I know you remember it too
The moon was high
Moon was flying high
We were hiding in the backwoods
Hiding out in the backwoods
With the moon flying high
My hand was shaking
And you took my hand
And it went all right
And it went all right
It went all right
So we walked out hardly speaking
Disappearing in the night
Saw each other a few times after
But we never really got it right
We weren't lovers just brave strangers
As we rolled and we tumbled
through the night
We were players not arrangers
And we jammed till the
dawn's early light

Child In Time
((Adapted from: Bombay Calling (It's A Beautiful Day) - 1969))
Composer(s): Roger Glover - Richard Blackmore - Ian Gillan - Jon Lord - Ian Paice - David LaFlamme - James Vincent Wallace
Performer(s): Deep Purple - 1970
and multiple other artists



Sweet child in time, you'll see the line
the line that's drawn between the good and the bad
see the blind man, he's shooting at the world
the bullets flying, they're taking toll
If you've been bad, Lord I bet you have
and you've not been hit by flying lead
you'd better close your eyes
you'd better bow your head
wait for the ricochet

oooh
I'm crying for yoy day and night
oooh

aaah
I wanna hear you say
aaah

Sweet child in time, you'll see the line
the line that's drawn between the good of us and the bad of us
see the blind man, he's shooting at the world
the bullets flying, they're killing everyone
if you've been bad, Lord I bet you have
and you've not been hit by flying lead
you'd better close your eyes
you'd better bow your head
wait for the ricochet

oooh
I wanna be inside you
oooh

aaah
I gotta hear you sing
aaah 

Real Love
Composer(s): John Lennon
Performer(s): The Beatles



All my little plans and schemes
lost like some forgotten dreams 
seems that all I really was doing 
was waiting for you

Just like little girls and boys
playing with their little toys 
Seems like all they really were doing 
was waiting for love

Don't need to be alone
no need to be alone
It's real love, it's real
Yes it's real love, it's real

From this moment on I know 
exactly where my life will go
Seems that all I really was doing 
was waiting for love

Don't need to be afraid
no need to be afraid
It's real love, it's real
Yes it's real love, it's real

Thought I'd been in love before
but in my heart, I wanted more 
Seems like all I really was doing 
was waiting for you

Don't need to be alone
don't need to be alone 
It's real love, it's real
It's real love, it's real 
Yes it's real love, it's real
It's real love, it's real
Yes it's real love, it's real
It's real love, it's real
Yes it's real love, it's real
It's real love, it's real

The Man With The Golden Gun
Composer(s): John Barry - Don Black
First release by: Lulu - 1974
Covered by multiple other artists



He has a powerful weapon 
He charges a million a shot
An assassin that's second to none 
The man with the golden gun

Lurking in some darkened doorway
Or crouched on a roof top somewhere
In the next room, or this very one 
The man with the golden gun

Love is required whenever he's hired 
It comes just before the kill 
No-one can catch him, no hit man can match him 
For his million dollar skill

One golden shot means another poor victim
Has come to a glittering end
For a price, he'll erase anyone 
The man with the golden gun 

His eye may be on you or me 
Who will he bang? 
We shall see 
Oh yeah! 

Love is required whenever he's hired 
It comes just before the kill 
No-one can catch him, no hit man can match him 
For his million dollar skill

One golden shot means another poor victim 
Has come to a glittering end
If you want to get rid of someone 
The man with the golden gun 
Will get it done 
He'll shoot anyone 
With his golden gun 

Child For A Day
Composer(s): David Gordon - Paul Travis
Performer(s): Cat Stevens



I was a child
Who ran full of laughter
I was a child who lived for today
My eyes full of sunshine
My heart full of smiles
I was a child for a day
We were the children
Who sang in the morning
We were the children
Who laughed at the sun
Who listened to those who spoke with their wisdom
We are the ones we would say, but

We're getting older as time goes by
A little older with everyday
We were the children of yesterday

We are the men who worry of nothing
We are the men who fight without aim
We listen to no one, yet speak of our wisdom
We are the pawns in the game

We're getting older as time goes by
A little older with everyday
We were the children of yesterday

I was a child
Who ran full of laughter
I was a child who lived for today
My eyes full of sunshine
My heart full of smiles
I was a child for a day

We're getting older as time goes by
A little older with everyday
We were the children of yesterday

Real Love
Composer(s): Darin; Harris
Performer(s): Ruby Murray



Real love, la la la la la la la la

You don’t have to buy me diamonds
You don’t have to buy me clothes
All I want from you is real love
The kind of love that grows and grows

La la la la la la la la

You don’t have to buy me flowers
Or pretty ribbons for my hair
All I want from you is real love
The kind of love that we can share

Real love, oh let it be real love
I only feel love whenever you’re near

La la la la la la la la

We don’t need a fancy wedding
On a special day in spring
All I want from you is real love
Wrapped up in a tiny ring

Real love, oh let it be real love
I only feel love whenever you’re near

La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la

We don’t need a fancy wedding 
On a special day in spring
All I want from you is real love
Wrapped up in a tiny ring

La la la la la la la la la

Man With The Banjo
Composer(s): Robert Mellin - Fritz Shulz Reichel
Performer(s): The Ames Brothers



Who's that comin', who's that strummin'?
That's the man with the banjo
For a penny, he'll play any song
That's happy and gay

Folks all smile and stop awhile
Because the man with the banjo
Makes their troubles burst like bubbles
Chasing worries away

See the children running after
While he plays his merry song
All their hearts are filled with laughter
As they tag along

Shadows fallin', sandman's callin'
here goes the man with the banjo
Gaily hummin', softly strummin'
On his merry old way

See the children running after
While he plays his merry song
All their hearts are filled with laughter
As they tag along

Shadows fallin', sandman's callin'
here goes the man with the banjo
Gaily hummin', softly strummin'
On his merry old way

Chico Marginado
Composer(s): Miguel Mateos
Performer(s): Miguel Mateos



No quiero estudiar, ni ir a trabajar
vivo al borde de la ciudad
entre fábrica y smog
y un barrio abandonado

Me quiero volar, tengo que escapar
la autopista voy a cruzar
es que mi amor, amor, amor
vive del otro lado

Ah! Te pasaré a buscar
rodando en mi bici
y sin quitar los pies del pedal

Ah! El viento empujará
Vos adelante y yo por atrás
Así no más...

Tengo que pelear, no puedo esperar
como un mendigo y su pan
mientras Buenos Aires
me ató de pies y manos

Alguien para ver, alguien para amar
alguien que me invite a pasar
no le tengas miedo, no
a un chico marginado

Ah! Yo me sentí tan mal
cuando encontré 100 dólares
en el uniforme de tu papá

Ah! Con tanta soledad
es que el esfuerzo humano mi amor
no tiene, no, buenos modales

No te burles mi amor
de un chico marginado
No te burles mi amor
de un chico marginado

Ah! Te pasaré a buscar
rodando en mi bici
y sin quitar los pies del pedal

Ah! Con tanta soledad
es que el esfuerzo humano mi amor
no tiene, no, buenos modales

No te burles mi amor
de un chico marginado
No te burles mi amor
de un chico marginado

Real Live Girl
Composer(s): Cy Coleman; Carolyn Leigh
Performer(s): Matt Monro;
and various other artists



Pardon me miss 
but I've never done this 
with a real live girl 
what could be harmful 
in holding an armful 
of a real live girl 
pardon me if you're affectionate squeeze 
fogs up my goggles and 
buckels my knees 
I'm simply drown in the sight, and the sounds
and the scent and the feel 
of a real live girl 
nothing can beat getting swept off your feet 
by a real live girl 
dreams of you but don't compare with a hunk 
of a real live girl 
girl's were to girlish 
was once my belief 
whata reversal and what a relief 
I'll take the flowering hat 
and the towering hill 
and the squeal of a real live girl 
I've seen photographs and faximilies 
that have set my heart off in a whirl 
but I over look everyone in the book 
for a real live girl 
take your vernecion or romanaprrection 
ideal live girl 
go be a hold out for Helen of Troy 
I am a healthy American Boy 
and I rather gape at the dear little shape of the stir 
and the kill of a real live girl 
full time, occasional all operational girl

The Man Who Sold The World
Composer(s): David Bowie
First release by: David Bowie - 1971
Covered by multiple other artists



We passed upon the stairs, we spoke in walls and web
Although I wasn`t there, he said I was his friend, which came as a surprise 
I spoke into his eyes
I thought you died --- a long a long, long time ago
Oh no, not me, we never lost control
The face to face of a man who sold the world

I laughed and shook his hand, and made my way back home
I searched a far the land, for years and years I roamed
I gazed a gazy stare 
We walked a million hills
I must have died --- a long a long, long time ago
Who knows not me 
I never lost control
You`re face to face with the man who sold the world

Chickery Chick
Composer(s): Sidney Lippman - Sylvia Dee
Performer(s): Sammy Kaye
and multiple other artists



Once there lived a chicken who would say
"Chick-chick, chick-chick" all day
Soon that chick got sick and tired of just "chick-chick"
So one morning he started to say

Chickery chick, cha-la, cha-la
Check-a-la romey in a bananika
Bollika, wollika, can't you see
Chickery chick is me

Every time you're sick and tired of just the same old thing
Sayin' just the same old words all day
Be just like the chicken who found something new to sing
Open up your mouth and start to say

Oh! Chickery chick, cha-la, cha-la
Check-a-la romey in a bananika
Bollika, wollika, can't you see
Chickery chick is me

Real American
Composer(s): Rick Derringer; Bernard Kenny
Performer(s): Rick Derringer



When it comes crashing down and it hurts inside 
you gotta take a stand
it don't hurt to hide 
if you hurt my friends then you hurt my pride 
I gotta be a man 
I cant let it slide

Chorus
I am a real American 
fight for the rights of every man 
I'm a real American
fight for what's right 
fight for your life

I feel strong for very long 
I don't take trouble for very long 
I've got something deep inside of me 
courage is the thing that sets us free

Repeat chorus x2

If you hurt my friends then you hurt my pride 
I gotta be a man 
I can't let them slide

Repeat chorus x4

The Man Who Shot Liberty Valance
Composer(s): Burt Bacharach - Hal David
First release by: The Fairmount Singers - 1962
Covered by multiple other artists



When Liberty Valance rode to town
The women folk would hide, they'd hide
When Liberty Valance walked around
The men would step aside
'Cause the point of a gun was the only law 
That Liberty understood
When it came to shootin' straight and fast
He was mighty good

From out of the East a stranger came
A law book in his hand, a man
The kind of a man the west would need
To tame a troubled land
'Cause the point of a gun was the only law
That Liberty understood
When it came to shootin' straight and fast
He was mighty good
When it came to shootin' straight and fast
He was mighty good

Many a man would face his gun 
And many a man would fall
The man who shot Liberty Valance
He shot Liberty Valance
He was the bravest of them all

The love of a girl can make a man
Stay on when he should go, stay on
Just tryin' to build a peaceful live
Where love is free to grow
But the point of a fun was the only law
That Liberty understood
When the final showdown came at last
A law book was no good

Alone and afraid she prayed that he'd
Return that fateful night, that night
When nothing she said could keep her man 
From going out to fight
From the moment a girl gets to be full grown
The very first thing she learns
When two men go out to face each other, only one returns

Everyone heard two shots ring out
One shot made Liberty fall
The man who shot Liberty Valance
He shot Liberty Valance
He was the bravest of them all 

Chicken Pot Pie
Performer(s): Weird Al Yankovic



When we were young, Bernie's Deli was down the block
(Ooh ooh ooh ooh)
He made a great liver pate
(You know he did, you know he did, you know he did)
But if there's one thing in this world that I like better
Than a corned beef on rye

It's Chicken Pot Pie
Chicken Pot Pie