Merry-Go-Round
Performer(s): Duke Ellington



Oh the Merry-go-round
We'll go merrily round and around
Round and around up to heaven and down
Round and around up to heaven and sound
Magical sound of the merry-go-round
Oh! We'll be so happy just you and I
Happy ever after -- never a care as around we fly
Hearts so full of laughter -- on the merry-go-round
We'll go merrily round and around
Round and around up to heaven and down

Children Of The Sun
Composer(s): Sally Oldfield
Performer(s): The Sallyangie



Sunrise shimmers the city walls with yellow light
Sunrise feeling with golden fingers, the edges of the night
There's a hush in the air, in his silver hair
King Solomon is my father

Allah, Allah, Allah, Allah's sending children of the sun
I watch the boats go by as evening colours the sand
The rain is bringing tears from my lovers land
I watch the silver stars melt in love with the sea
I cry to the wind bring back my lover to me
Allah, Allah, Allah, Allah's sending children of the sun

My lover's hands are whiter than the wings of a dove
His hair is softest fire that fall in heavenly love
His smile is a blue birds cry on a midsummer's morn
His kiss is the touch of the sun before the earth's new dawn.
Allah, Allah, Allah, Allah's sending children of the sun

My lover used to bring me stars he found in the sand
I would lay the singing skies inside his tiny hand
Tonight the moon is dripping on the coloured river we knew
O take me where he lies cryin' in the mornin' dew

Allah, Allah, Allah, Allah's sending children of the sun
I watch the boats go by as evening colours the sand
The rain is bringing tears from my lovers land
I watch the silver stars melt in love with the sea
I cry to the wind bring back my lover to me
Allah, Allah, Allah, Allah's sending children of the sun

Rebichada
Composer(s): Bacalov;
Sergio Bardotti; Chico Buarque
Performer(s): Chico Buarque



Não me importa trabalhar pra cachorro
O jumento é meu igual
Morro muito mais que gato no morro
Quando chega o carnaval
Sou eu quem cutuca o galo, viu
Pro galo cocorocar
Mas se pisam no meu calo
Não me calo
Eu tenho que calar
Como falo

Au, au, au, hi-ho, hi-ho
Miau, miau, miau, cocorocó
Essa história é mais velha que a história
Dos tempos de glória do velho barão
Quem não sabe de cor essa história
Refresque a memória e preste atenção
Não sou eu quem repete essa história
É a história que adora uma repetição
Uma repetição

Sou eu que distraio o galo, de fato
Quando a outra vai chocar
Sou eu quem arruma cama de gato
Ponho o gato pra mijar
Beijo a mão de vira-lata, sim
Chamo burro de doutor
Mas se alguém me desacata
Maltrata o meu brio
E meu valor
Largo a pata

Au, au, au, hi-ho, hi-ho
Miau, miau, miau, cocorocó
Essa fábula vem de outro século
Pelo fascículo de um alemão
O irmão do alemão deu prum nego
Que vendeu prum grego
Por meio milhão
Esse grego morreu de embolia
E deixou para a tia 
O que tinha na mão
Essa tia casou com um pirata
E afundou com com a fragata
Lá no Maranhão
Essa lenda rolou na fazenda
Moeu na moenda
E espalhou no sertão
E eu não nego que roubei dum cego
E inda ponho no prego
Pra comprar meu pão
Não sou eu quem repete essa história
É a história que adora
Uma repetição
Uma repetição

In The Merry Old Land Of Oz
Composer(s): Harold Arlen - E.Y. "Yip" Harburg
Performer(s): Judy Garland
and multiple other artists



Ha Ha Ha, Ho Ho Ho and a couple of tra la la's
That's how we laugh the day away 
In the Merry Ole Land of Oz!

Bzz Bzz Bzz, Chirp Chirp Chirp and a couple of la di da's
That's how the crickets crick all day 
In the Merry Ole Land of Oz!

We get up at twelve and start to work at one
Take an hour for lunch and then at two we're done!
Jolly good fun!

Ha Ha Ha, Ho Ho Ho and a couple of tra la la's
That's how we laugh the day away 
In the Merry Ole Land of Oz!

Ha Ha Ha, Ho Ho Ho 
Aha Ha Ha Ha Ha!
That's how we laugh the day away with a 
Ho Ho Ho, Ha Ha Ha
In the Merry Ole Land Of Oz!

Pat Pat here, Pat Pat there 
And a couple of brand new straws
That's how we keep you young and fair 
In the Merry Ole Land of Oz!

Rub Rub here, Rub Rub there 
Whether you're tin or bronze
That's how we keep you in repair 
In the Merry Ole Land of Oz!

We can make a dimple smile out of a frown! 
Can you even dye my eyes to match my gown? 
Uh-Huh!
Jolly Ole Town!

Clip Clip here, Clip Clip there 
We give the roughest claws
That certain air of savoir faire 
In the Merry Ole Land of Oz!

Ha Ha Ha Ha, Ho Ho Ho, Ha Ha Ha Ha
That's how we laugh the day away 
In the Merry Ole Land of Oz!
That's how we laugh the day away with a 
Ha Ha Ha, Aha Ha Ha
Ha Ha Ha (hee hee) 
Ha Ha Ha, Ha Ha Ha (hee hee) 
Ha Ha Ha
In the Merry Ole Land Of Oz!

Ha Ha Ha Ho Ho

Children Of The Sun
Composer(s): Andy Anderson - Nik Turner
Performer(s): Hawkwind



The golden age of the future comes
That was dreamed of in the past
Where freedom will reign over minds of peace
Minds rich in wisdom to the last
We are children of the sun and this is our
inheritance
No longer chaos and confusion
But love and laughter
Song and dance

Rebel's Last Request
Composer(s): Carl Jackson
Performer(s): The Bluegrass Cardinals



Eighteen sixty-three was an awful place to be
I never thought I'd make it out alive
But a dying man's request
Helped me pass the rugged test
And see the end to eighteen sixty-five

He called me to his side and just before he died
This Rebel soldier made it clear to me
That his one last desire
Before his soul it did retire
Was to return home and there forever be

Chorus
Take me back to the southland
Mississippi is my home
Let me rest with those green fields above me
Never more shal I roam

So I dug a shallow grave marked the spot where he was layed
By a nearby lonesome weeping willow tree
And in case I lost my knife
Or another took my life
I carved those final words he said to me

Chorus

Eighteen Sixty-Five and I made it out alive
So I returned to fill his final plea
But I found no body there
Just a feeling in the air
And a change of words upon the willow tree

(Final Chorus)

He's gone back to the Southland
Mississippi is his home
He now rests with those green fields above him
Never more shall he roam

The Merry Minuet
Composer(s): Sheldon Harnick
Performer(s): The Kingston Trio; Sheldon Harnick



They're rioting in Africa
They're starving in Spain
There's hurricanes in Florida and Texas needs rain
The whole world is festering with unhappy souls
The French hate the Germans
The Germans hate the Poles
Italians hate Yugoslavs
South Africans hate the Dutch and I don't like anybody very much!

But we can be tranquil and thankful and proud 
for man's been endowed with a mushroom shaped cloud
And we know for certain that some lovely day someone will set the spark off and we will all be blown away
They're rioting in Africa
There's strife in Iran
What nature doesn't do to us will be done by our fellow man

Children Of The Sun
Composer(s): Spencer Proffer - Billy Thorpe
Performer(s): Billy Thorpe



People of the Earth can you hear me?
Came a voice from the sky on that magical night
And in the colors of a thousand sunsets
They traveled through the world on a silvery light

The people of the Earth stood waiting
Watching as the ships came one by one
Setting fire to the sky as they landed
Carrying to the world Children Of The Sun
 
All at once came a sound from the inside
Then a beam made of light hit the ground
Everyone felt the sound of their heartbeat
Every Man - Every Woman - Every Child
 
They passed the limits of imagination
Through the doors - to a world - of another time
On the journey of a million lifetimes
With the Children Of The Sun - They started their climb
 
No more gravity, nothing holding them down
Floating endlessly, as their ship leaves the ground
Thru the walls of time - at the speed of light
Fly the crystal ships on their celestial flight
On their celestial flight

Rebels Are We
Composer(s): Bernard Edwards; Nile Rodgers
Performer(s): Chic



We are the rebels, baby
Rebels are we
We want to be free
My baby and me

Nevertheless
Rebels are we

Life's a switch, don't let it play a trick on you
Try not to be fooled, be wise
Don't throw a fit, stay calm and you'll be cool
You'll find a solution right before your eyes

I know much more now that I'm older
Just a little bolder, listen to me
We can't give up, now that we're movin'
The whole world's groovin', we must stay free

We are the rebels, baby
Rebels are we
We want to be free
My baby and me

Nevertheless
Rebels are we

Don't cage us in, we might just surprise you
In order to convince you, we will
Oh, no, you can't take away our freedom
And get this straight, for that we won't be still

The time is now and if we have to fight
Come on let's unite, we got to do it soon
We're gonna win, on that you can depend
`Cause if you don't, me and my baby are goin' to the moon

We are the rebels, baby
Rebels are we
We want to be free
My baby and me

Nevertheless
Rebels are we
My baby and me

We are the rebels, baby
Rebels are we
We want to be free

My baby and me
Nevertheless
Rebels are we
My baby and me

Rebels
Rebels

Rebels, baby
Rebels
Rebels, baby
Rebels

Rebels, baby
Rebels
Rebels, baby
Rebels

We are the rebels, baby
Rebels are we
We want to be free
My baby and me

Nevertheless
Rebels are we
My baby and me

We are the rebels, baby
Rebels are we
We want to be free
My baby and me

Nevertheless
Rebels are we
My baby and me

We are the rebels, baby
Rebels are we
We want to be free
My baby and me

Nevertheless
Rebels are we
My baby and me

We are the rebels, baby
Rebels are we
We want to be free
My baby and me

Nevertheless
Rebels are we

The Mermaid
Composer(s): Fletcher Peck
Performer(s): Frankie Laine



(Ship Ahoy!) (Ship Ahoy!)

I once went fishin', and I caught a mermaid
Told me that she was Neptune's daughter
I clipped her Pop for a buck and a quarter
Sold her a pen for writin' under... water (Water)

(Ship Ahoy!) (Ship Ahoy!)

So I told her Pappy that we could be happy
Pappy said, "Listen here, you bounder
You cannot keep her just `cos you found her
She is engaged to a very wealthy... flounder" (Flounder)

(Ship Ahoy!) (Ship Ahoy!)

Begged her to marry, she didn't tarry
I slipped the ring upon her flipper
We sailed away on a Yankee clipper
Soon we were blessed with an eight pound bouncing... kipper (Kipper)

(Ship Ahoy!) (Ship Ahoy!)

Thought her a shy one, but she was a sly one
First thing I knew she took to swearin'
Slippin' around and never carin'
Caught her with every Tom and Dick and... Herring (Herring)

(Ship Ahoy!) (Ship Ahoy!)

She just got slyer, and oh, what a liar
Spent all my loot on gin and splurgin'
Lied to my face without no urgin'
`Specially when she said she was a... sturgeon (Sturgeon)

So I learned my lesson (My lesson) and now I'm confessin' (Confessin')
I'll never miss that mermaid's squawkin'
You know they ain't no good for walkin'
Who needs the half that's always busy... talkin' (Talkin')

Ship Aho-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-y!

Children Of The Sea
Composer(s): Geezer Butler - Ronnie James Dio - Tony Iommi - Bill Ward
First release by: Black Sabbath - 1980



In the misty morning, on the edge of time
We've lost the rising sun, a final sign
As the misty morning rolls away to die
Reaching for the stars, we blind the sky

We sailed across the air before we learned to fly
We thought that it could never end
We'd glide above the ground before we learned to run, run
Now it seems our world has come undone

Oh they say that it's over
And it just had to be
Ooh they say that it's over
We're lost children of the sea, oh

We made the mountains shake with laughter as we played
Hiding in our corner of the world
Then we did the demon dance and rushed to nevermore
Threw away the key and locked the door

Oh they say that it's over, yeah
And it just had to be
Yes they say that it's over
We're lost children of the sea

In the misty morning, on the edge of time
We've lost the rising sun, a final sign
As the misty morning rolls away to die
Reaching for the stars, we blind the sky

Oh they say that it's over, yeah
And it just had to be
Oh they say that it's over
Poor lost children of the sea, yeah

Look Out! the sky is falling down!
Look Out! The world is spinning round and round and round!
Look Out! The sun is going black, black
Look Out! It's never never never coming back, Look Out!

Rebels
Composer(s): Tom Petty
Performer(s): Tom Petty & the Heartbreakers



Honey don't walk out I'm too drunk to follow
You know you won't feel this way tomorrow
Well - maybe I'm a little rough around the edges
Inside a little hollow
I get faced with somethings sometimes
That are so hard to swallow - Hey!

(Chorus)
I was born a rebel
Down in Dixie on a Sunday morning
Yeah - with one foot in the grave
And one foot on the pedal
I was born a rebel

Well she picked me up in the morning
And she paid out my ticket
Yeah she screamed in the car
And threw me out in the thicket
Well - I never would've dreamed
That her heart was so wicked
Oh - but I keep coming back
'Cause it's so hard to kick it
Hey, hey, hey

(Chorus)

Even before my father's fathers
They called us all rebels
Burned our cornfields
And left our cities level
I can still see the eyes
Of those blue bellied devils
When I'm walking round tonight
Through the concrete and metal
Hey, hey, hey

Mermaid
Composer(s): Shel Silverstein - Jim Friedman
First release by: Shel Silverstein - 1965



When I was a lad in a fishing town, an old man said to me
You can spend your life, your jolly life, just sailing on the sea
You can search the world for pretty girls, till your eyes are weak and dim
But don't go swimming with a mermaid, son, if you don't know how to swim

'Cause her hair is green as seaweed 
And her skin is blue and pale
And I'll tell you now before you start
You can love that girl with all your heart
But you're just gonna love the upper part
You're not gonna like the tail

So I signed on with a whaling ship, and my very first day at sea
I seen a mermaid in the waves a reaching out to me
Come live with me in the sea said she, and down on the ocean floor
I'll show you a million wondrous things, you've never seen before

So over I jumped and she pulled me down, down to her seaweed bed
And a pillow made of tortoise shell she placed beneath my head
She fed me shrimps and caviar, upon a silver dish
From her head to her waist she was just my taste, but the rest of her was a fish

Her hair was green as seaweed 
And her skin was blue and pale
And her face it was a work of art
And I loved that girl with all my heart
But I only liked the upper part
I did not like the tail

And then one day she swam away, and I sang to the clams and whales
How I missed her fins and her seaweed hair, and the silvery shine of her scales
But then her sister, she swam by and set my heart a whirl
'Cause her upper part was an ugly fish, but the bottom part was a girl

Her toes are pink and rosy 
And her knees are smooth and pale 
And her legs they are a working part
And I love that girl with all my heart
And I don't give a damn about the upper part
And that's how I end my tail

Children Of The Revolution
Composer(s): Marc Bolan
First release by: T. Rex - 1972
Covered by multiple other artists



La de da
La de da de da da da
Well you can bump and grind
If it's good for your mind
Well you can twist and shout
Let it all hang out
But you won't fool the
Children of the revolution
No you won't fool the
Children of the revolution
No no
Well you can tear a plane
In the falling rain
I drive a Rolls Royce
'Cause it's good for my voice
But you won't fool the
Children of the revolution
No you won't fool the
Children of the revolution
No no
La de da
La de da de da da da
La de da
La de da de da de da da da
La de da
La de da de da da da
La de da
La de da
You won't fool the
Children of the revolution
No you won't fool the
Children of the revolution
No you won't fool the
Children of the revolution
No you won't fool
No no
You won't fool the children
No no you can tie
The photographic tight
You won't make it
Oh la de da
La de da
La de da de da da da
La de da
La de da de da de da da

Rebel Rebel
Composer(s): David Bowie
Performer(s): David Bowie;
and various other artists



You've got your mother in a whirl 
She's not sure if you're a boy or a girl
Hey babe, your hair's alright
Hey babe, let's go out tonight
You like me, and I like it all
We like dancing and we look divine
You love bands when they're playing hard
You want more and you want it fast
They put you down, they say I'm wrong
You tacky thing, you put them on

Chorus:
Rebel Rebel, you've torn your dress
Rebel Rebel, your face is a mess
Rebel Rebel, how could they know?
Hot tramp, I love you so!

Don't ya?

You've got your mother in a whirl 'cause she's
Not sure if you're a boy or a girl
Hey babe, your hair's alright
Hey babe, let's stay out tonight
You like me, and I like it all
We like dancing and we look divine
You love bands when they're playing hard
You want more and you want it fast
They put you down, they say I'm wrong
You tacky thing, you put them on

Chorus

Don't ya?
Oh?

Chorus

You've torn your dress, your face is a mess
You can't get enough, but enough ain't the test
You've got your transmission and your live wire
You got your cue line and a handful of ludes
You wanna be there when they count up the dudes
And I love your dress
You're a juvenile success
Because your face is a mess
So how could they know?
I said, how could they know?

So what you wanna know
Calamity's child, chi-chile, chi-chile
Where'd you wanna go?
What can I do for you? Looks like you've been there too
'Cause you've torn your dress
And your face is a mess
Ooo, your face is a mess
Ooo, ooo, so how could they know?
Eh, eh, how could they know? 
Eh, eh

The Men In My Little Girl's Life
Composer(s): Mary Candy - Eddie Deane - Gloria Shayne
Performer(s): Mike Douglas; Tex Ritter



The men in my little girl's life
The men in my little girl's life

It seems like only yesterday when I heard my little girl say
"Daddy, there's a boy ouside, his name is Rod
He wants to play in our backyard
Can he daddy? Can he daddy? Oh please daddy"

Is it really so long ago she'd come to me and she'd wanna know
"Dad, there's a boy outside, his name is Lee
He wants to carry my books for me
Can he daddy? Is it alright, dad? He's got freckles, dad"

The men in my little girl's life
The men in my little girl's life

Then came pony tails and jeans and my little girl was in her teens
"Popsie, there's a boy outside, his name is Tom
He wants to take me to the prom
OK, popsie? He's cute, popsie
We'll be home early, popsie"

Before I knew it time had flown and how my little girl had grown
Now it was "Father, there's a boy outside, his name is Eddie
He wants to know if we can go steady
Can we, father? Yes, father 
Oh, can we borrow the car, pop?"

Yes it seems only yesterday I heard my lovely daughter say
"Dad, there's a boy outside, his name is Jim
He asked me if I'd marry him 
I said yes, dad
Got something in your eye, dad? I love him, dad"

The men in my little girl's life
The men in my little girl's life

A child, an adolescent, a young lady, a wife
And, oh yes, there's another man in my little girl's life
"Hi dad, there's a boy outside, his name is Tim
I told him Grampa was gonna babysit him
Thanks, dad 
Bless you, dad 
Good night, dad"

The men in my little girl's life
The men in my little girl's life

Children Of The Night
Composer(s): Thom Bell - Linda Creed
First release by: The Stylistics - 1972
Covered by multiple other artists



Late at night
When all the world is safe within their dreams
I walk the shadows
Late at night
An empty feeling creeps within my soul
I feel so lonely

So I go into the darkness of the night
All alone I walk the streets until I find
Someone who is just like me
Looking for some company

Children of the night

Late at night
A restless feeling takes control of me
And I can’t fight it
Late at night
I feel the need for someone who like me
Needs understanding

So once again I’ll search the darkness of the night
All alone I’ll walk each street until I find
Someone who is just like me
Looking for some company, no, yeah, hea

Children of the night

So once again I’ll search the darkness of the night
All alone I’ll walk each street until I find
Someone who is just like me
Looking for some company, no, yeah, hea

Children of the night
Children of the night
Children of the night

Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na
Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na
Na, na, na, na, na, na, na
Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na

Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na
Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na
Na, na, na, na, na, na, na
Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na

Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na

Rebel
Performer(s): Quicksilver Messenger Service



I am a good old Rebel, that's exactly what I am
The open land of freedom, I do not give a damn

We heard a thousand Yankees, well I'm dead on that Southern thing
We got three hundred thousand, all they ever got next to us
They gather the Southern people at an old Southern steel shop
And I wish we'd got three million more, mud we've got

I can't take off my musket, fire now no more
But I ain't gonna rebel, yes I got damn sure
You don't want no part in what I've done or am
And I will not be reconstructed and I do not give a damn

The Masts Of Morrigan
Composer(s): Maddy Prior
Performer(s): Maddy Prior



I fear that bead black eye
That pierces me to the bone
The cruel stare
The glassy glare
That fingers me alone

Too cunning for a bird
Her mind is warped and crooked
Again and worse
Her voice is harsh
And grates course and wicked

And the masts of Morrigan
Are strung across the world
See the masts of Morrigan
An omen sour as gall
She revels in our gore
My skull her cup
Drinks my blood up
The one-eyed gimpy whore

She deals in the black arts
Runs with the soldier and wolf
The battle sounds
Death rattle mourns
She steals our eyes for herself

Children Of Sánchez
Composer(s): Chuck Mangione
First release by: Chuck Mangione - 1978
Covered by multiple other artists



Without dreams of hope and pride a man will die
Though his flesh still moves his heart sleeps in the grave
Without land man never dreams cause he's not free
All men need a place to live with dignity
Take the crumbs from starving soldiers 
They won't die
Lord said not by bread alone does man survive
Take the food from hungry children, they won't cry
Food alone won't ease the hunger in their eyes

Every child belongs to mankind's family
Children are the fruit of all humanity
Let them feel the love of all the human race
Touch them with the warmth, the strength of that embrace

Give me love and understanding, I will thrive
As my children grow my dreams come alive
Those who hear the cries of children 
God will bless
I will always hear the Children of Sánchez