Tommy The Toreador
Composer(s): Lionel Bart - Tommy Steele
Performer(s): Tommy Steele



Took a freighter to Spain
Met up with a bull fighter
He soon taught me the score
Now my claim to fame is the crazy name
Tommy, the Toreador

No bullfighter in Spain
Sees a bull and turns whiter
Please don't leave me ashore
Kids that follow me, keep on calling me
Tommy, the Toreador

I've got a sword, I've got a cloak,
But when that bull is coming at you, it's no joke!

I would notify Spain
Find another bullfighter
But the ladies adore
Throwing roses to, growing closer to
Tommy, the Toreador

I would notify Spain
Find another bullfighter
But the ladies adore
Throwing roses to, growing closer to
Tommy, the Toreador

I'm not scootin' while Cupid's rootin' for
Tommy, the Toreador

I Got Stung
French Title: J’suis Mordu - 1960
Composer(s): Aaron Schroeder; David Hill
First release by: Elvis Presley - 1958
Covered by multiple other artists



Holy smoke
A land sakes alive!
I never thought this could happen to me

Mm, yeah! Mm, yeah!

I got stung by a sweet honey bee
Oh, what a feeling come over me
It started in my eyes
Crept up to my head
Flew to my heart
Till I was stung dead
I'm done, uh-uh
I got stung!

Mm, yeah! Mm, yeah!

She had all that I wanted and more
And I've seen honey bees before
Started buzzin' in my ear
Buzzin' in my brain
Got stung all over
But I feel no pain
I'm done, uh-uh
I got stung!

Now, don't think I'm complainin'
I'm might pleased we met
'Cause you gimme just one little peck
On the back of my neck
And I break out in a cold cold sweat
If I live to a hundred and two
I won't let nobody sting me but you
I'll be buzzin' 'round your hive
Ev'ry day at five
And I'm never gonna leave once I arrive
'Cause I'm done
Uh-uh, I got stung!

Johnny, Reviens!
English Title: Johnny B. Goode
Composer(s): Chuck Berry
Performer(s): Johnny Hallyday



J'étais avec une fille qui me plaisait bien
Mais j'ai du la quitter sans attendre demain
Malgré son amour elle ne me comprenait pas
Car elle était trop différente de moi

Elle n'a pas su comprendre
Pourquoi je l'ai quitté
Sitôt que je la vois
Elle ne sait que répéter

Reviens
Johnny reviens, viens
Johnny reviens, viens
Johnny reviens, viens
Johnny reviens, viens
Ah! Reviens vers moi

Et quand j'aurai voulu l'avoir seul avec moi
Elle amenait des copainss qui troublaient ma joie
Quand je voulais sortir elle ne le voulait pas
Si je ne cédait pas elle pleurait dans mes bras

Elle n'a pas su comprendre
Pourquoi je l'ai quitté
Sitôt que je la vois
Elle ne sait que répéter

Reviens
Johnny reviens, viens
Johnny reviens, viens
Johnny reviens, viens
Johnny reviens, viens
Ah! Reviens vers moi

Je l'ai retrouvé hier au soir avec mes copains
Elle m'a semblé changé elle n'avait plus de chagrin
Je croyais bien qu'elle m'avait enfin oublié
Mais il n'en était rien j'ai pu le constater

Elle n'a pas su comprendre
Pourquoi je l'ai quitté
Toujours elle ne fait que répéter

Reviens
Johnny reviens, viens
Johnny reviens, viens
Johnny reviens, viens
Johnny reviens, viens
Ah! Reviens vers moi

We're Not Gonna Take It!
Composer(s): Pete Townshend
First release: The Who - 1969



Tommy:
Welcome to the camp
I guess you all know why we're here
My name is Tom and I became aware this year
If you want to follow me
you've got to play pinball
So put in your ear plugs
put on your shades
and you know where to put the cork!
He you getting drunk
so sorry, I've got you susses
He you smoking mother nature
you missed the bus
He hung up old mister normal
Don't try to gain my trust
'Cause you ain't gonna follow me
any of those ways
although you think you must!

We're not gonna take it
We're not gonna take it
We're not gonna take it
Never did and never will
We don't have to take it
Gonna break it!
Gonna shake it!
Let's forget it better still!

Tommy:
Now you can't hear me
your ears are truly sealed
You can't speak either
your mouth is filled
You can't see nothing
and pinball completes the scene...
Here comes Uncle Ernie
to guide you to
your very own machine

We're not gonna take it
We're not gonna take it
We're not gonna take it
Never did and never will
Don't want no religion
and as far as we can tell
we ain't gonna take you
Never did and never will
We're not gonna take you!
We forsake you!
Gonna rape you!
Let's forget you better still!
We forsake you
gonna rape you
Let's forget you... better still

Tommy:
See me, feel me, touch me, heal me
See me, feel me, touch me, heal me
Listening to you I get the music
Gazing at you I get the heat
Following you I climb the mountain
I get excitement at your feet!
Right behind you I see the millions
On you I see the glory
From you I get opinions
From you I get the story

J’suis Mordu
Adapted from: I Got Stung - 1958
Composer(s): Aaron Schroeder; David Hill; Daniel White
Performer(s): Johnny Hallyday - 1960



Ça remue dans tout mon corps
J'ai l’ cœur qui bat très fort
Voyez l’ résultat
Wououh!
Ah ah hou yeah!
Ah ah hou yeah!

J' suis mordu pour un p’tit oiseau bleu
Ça me travaille autant qu’ ça peut
Ça remue dans tout mon corps
J'ai l’ cœur qui bat très fort

Voyez le résultat:
J'ai l'air d'un type fichu
Han han
J' suis mordu 
Yeah!
Ah ah hou yeah!
Ah ah hou yeah!

Elle a l'air de n’ pas y toucher
Mais croyez-moi, faut s'en méfier
Sinon, vous ferez comme moi
Vous s’rez les bras en croix

Voyez le résultat
J'ai l'air d'un type fichu
Han han
J' suis mordu 
Yeah !

Elle a des yeux étranges
Vous croyez voir un p'tit ange
Mais ne vous y fiez pas
Car elle a dans le fond des yeux
Un regard qui peut être monstrueux
J' suis mordu pour un p’tit oiseau bleu
Tellement mordu que j'en deviens gâteux
Je ne dors plus de la nuit
Je suis tout rabougri
Et tout ça sans résultat 
Wouh!

Je suis fichu
Han han
J' suis mordu 
Yeah!

Yeah! Yeah!

Oh!
Elle a des yeux étranges
Vous croyez voir un p'tit ange
Mais ne vous y fiez pas
Car elle a dans le fond des yeux
Un regard qui peut être monstrueux
J' suis mordu pour un p’tit oiseau bleu
Tellement mordu que j'en deviens gâteux
Je ne dors plus de la nuit
Je suis tout rabougri
Et tout ça sans résultat 
Wouh!

J’ suis fichu
Han han
J' suis mordu Yeah! {x3}

Johnny B. Goode
French Title: Johnny, Reviens!
Composer(s): Chuck Berry
Performer(s): Chuck Berry; The Beatles



Way down Louisiana close to New Orleans
Way back up in the woods among the evergreens...
There stood a log cabin made of earth and wood
Where lived a country boy name of Johnny B. Goode...
He never ever learned to read or write so well
But he could play the guitar like ringing a bell

Go Go
Go Johnny Go
Go Go
Johnny B. Goode

He used to carry his guitar in a gunny sack
And sit beneath the trees by the railroad track
Oh, the engineers used to see him sitting in the shade
Playing to the rhythm that the drivers made
People passing by would stop and say
Oh my that little country boy could play

His mama told him someday he would be a man
And he would be the leader of a big old band
Many people coming from miles around
To hear him play his music when the sun go down
Maybe someday his name would be in lights
Saying Johnny B. Goode tonight

Tommy's Holiday Camp
Composer(s): Keith Moon
First release: The Who - 1969



Uncle Ernie:
I'm your Uncle Ernie
and I welcome you to Tommy's Holiday Camp!
The camp with a difference
never mind the weather
When you come to Tommy's, the holiday's forever!
Camp with a difference, never mind the weather
When you come to Tommy's, the holiday's forever!
Welcome!!!

I Got Stripes
Composer(s): Johnny Cash; Charlie Williams
First release by: Johnny Cash - 1959
Covered by multiple other artists



On a Monday I was arrested (uh huh)
On a Tuesday they locked me in the jail (po' boy)
On a Wednesday my trial was attested
On a Thursday they said guilty and the judge's gavel fell

I got stripes, stripes around my shoulders 
I got chains, chains around my feet
I got stripes, stripes around my shoulders
And them chains, them chains they're about to drag me down

On a Monday my mama come to see me 
On a Tuesday they caught me with a file
On a Wednesday I'm down on solitary
On a Thursday I start on a bread and water for a while

I got stripes, stripes around my shoulders 
I got chains, chains around my feet
I got stripes, stripes around my shoulders
And them chains, them chains they're about to drag me down

Johnny Angel
Composer(s): Lee Pockriss; Lyn Duddy
Performer(s): Shelley Fabares



(Johnny Angel, Johnny Angel, Johnny Angel, Johnny Angel)
You're an angel to me

Johnny Angel, how I love him
He's got something that I can't resist
But he doesn't even know that I-I-I exist

Johnny Angel, how I want him
How I tingle when he passes by
Every time he says "Hello" my heart begins to fly

(I'm in heaven) I get carried away
I dream of him and me and how it's gonna be
(Other fellas) call me up for a date
But I just sit and wait, I'd rather concentrate

On Johnny Angel (Johnny Angel)
'cause I love him ('cause I love him)
And I pray that someday he'll love me
And together we will see how lovely heaven will be

(I'm in heaven) I get carried away
I dream of him and me and how it's gonna be
(Other fellas) call me up for a date
But I just sit and wait, I'd rather concentrate

On Johnny Angel (Johnny Angel)
'cause I love him ('cause I love him)
And I pray that someday he'll love me
And together we will see how lovely heaven will be

(Johnny Angel, Johnny Angel)
Johnny Angel, (Johnny Angel), you're an angel to me

(Johnny Angel, Johnny Angel)
Johnny Angel, (Johnny Angel), you're an angel to me

Welcome
Composer(s): Pete Townshend
First release: The Who - 1969



Tommy:
Come to my house
be one of the comfortable people
Come to this house
we're drinking all night
never sleeping
Milkman come in!
And you baker
little old lady welcome
and you shoe maker
Come to this house!
Into this house
Come to this house
be one of us
Make this your house
be one of us
You can help
to collect some more in
Young and old people
let's get them all in!
Come to this house!
Into this house
Ask along that man who's wearing a carnation
Bring every single person
from Victoria Station
Go into that hospital
bring nurses and patients
Everybody go home and fetch their relations!
Come to this house
be one of the comfortable people
Lovely bright home
drinking all night, never sleeping
We need more room
build an extension
A colourful palace
spare no expense!
Welcome to this house
be one of us
Come into this house
be one of us
Come to our house
come to this house!

I Got Stoned And I Missed It
Composer(s): Shel Silverstein
Performer(s): Shel Silverstein
and multiple other artists



I was sitting in my basement
I just rolled myself a taste
Of something green and gold and glorious
To get me through the day
Then my friend yelled through the transom
"Grab your coat and get your hat son
There's a nut down on the corner
Givin' dollar bills away"

But I laid around a bit
Then I had another hit
Then I rolled myself a bauma
Then I thought about my mama
Then I fooled around, played around
Jacked around a while and then...

I got stoned and I missed it
I got stoned and I missed it
I got stoned and it rolled right by
I got stoned and I missed it
I got stoned and I missed it
I got stoned... oh me... oh my

It took seven months of urgin'
Just to get that local virgin
With the sweet face, up to my place
To fool around a bit
Next day she woke up rosy
And she snuggled up so cozy
When she asked me how I liked it
Lord it hurts me to admit...

I got stoned and I missed it
I got stoned and I missed it
I got stoned and it rolled right by
I got stoned and I missed it
I got stoned and I missed it
I got stoned... oh me... oh my

I'm makin' no excuses
For the many things I uses
Just to sweeten up my relationships
And brighten up my day
When my earthly race is over
And I'm ready for the clover
And they ask me how my life has been
I guess I'll have to say...

I got stoned and I missed it
I got stoned and I missed it
I got stoned and it rolled right by
I got stoned and I missed it
I got stoned and I missed it
I got stoned... oh me... oh my

Johnny
Composer(s): Phil Lynott
Performer(s): Thin Lizzy



Somewhere on the waterfront Johnny's hiding with a gun
Swears he'll kill any man that tells his story
He's not sorry for what he's doen

He broke into a drugstore
To cure his daily need
He didn't mean to shoot the guard
But he was blinded by the greed

Oh Johnny

You see that nun, she's his sister
She doesn't know that he's gone bad
When they told it to his father
It drove the old man mad

Just as his mother warned him
From her dying bed
It's alright to lose your heart
But never lose your head

Oh Johnny

Now the cops have got him surrounded
And he doesn't stand a hope
He wonders how he could be in so much trouble
Over just a little dope

Five to one he gets away
That's the odds I'm going to give
Five to four they blast him away
Three to one he's going to live

Oh Johnny

Back in the alley where he was slain
I thought I heard something move
Beside the trash can lay a heart and chain
The picture had been removed

Just another juiced up junkie
Looking for a bed
It's alright to lose your heart
But never lose your head

Oh Johnny

Miracle Cure
Composer(s): Pete Townshend
First release: The Who - 1969



Newsboy:
Extra! Extra!
Read all about it
Pin Ball Wizard in a miracle cure!
Extra, extra, read all about it
Extra!

I Got Rhythm
Dutch Title: Lekker Tempo - 1997
Composer(s): Ira Gershwin; George Gershwin
Performer(s): Ethel Merman - 1930
Covered by multiple other artists



Days can be sunny, with never a sigh
Don't need what money can buy
Birds in the trees sing their day full of song
Why shouldn't we sing along?

I'm chipper all the day, happy with my lot
How do I get that way? Look at what I've got

I got rhythm, I got music
I got my man
Who could ask for anything more?
I got daisys, in green pastures
I got my man
Who could ask for anything more?

Old man trouble
I don't mind him
You won't find him 'round my door
I got starlight
I got sweet dreams
I got my man
Who could ask for anything more?

Old man trouble
I don't mind him
You won't find him, 'round my door
I got startlight
I got sweet dreams
I got my man
Who could ask for anything more?

I got rhythm, I got music
I got daisys, in green pastures
I got startlight
I got sweet dreams
I got my man
Who could ask for anything more?

John Riley
Composer(s): Phil Belmonte; Bob Gibson
Performer(s): Joan Baez;
and various other artists



Fair young maid all in her garden
Strange young man come riding by
Saying fair young maid will you marry me?
And this dear sir was her reply

Oh no dear sir I cannot marry thee
For I've a love who sails the deep salt sea
Though he's been gone for seven years
Still no man shall marry me

What if he's died all in some battle slain?
Or if he's drownded in the deep salt sea
What if he's found another love
He and his new love both married be?

Well if he's died all in some battle slain
Or if he's drownded in the deep salt sea
I'll remember his good name
And still no man shall marry me

And if he's found some other love
He and his true love both married be
I wish them health and happiness
Where they now live all across the sea

He picked her up all in his arms
And kisses gave her one two and three
Saying weep no more my own true love
For I'm your long lost John Riley
Saying weep no more my own true love
For I'm your long lost John Riley

Sensation
Composer(s): Pete Townshend
First release: The Who - 1969



Tommy:
I overwhelm as I approach you
make your lungs hold breath inside!
Lovers break caresses for me
love enhanced when I've gone by
You'll feel me coming
a new vibration
From afar you'll see me
I'm a sensation
They worship me and all I touch
hazy eyed they catch my glance
Pleasant shudders shake their senses
my warm momentum throws their stance
You'll feel me coming
a new vibration
From afar you'll see me
I'm a sensation
I leave a trail of rooted people
mesmerised by just the sight
The few I touched now are disciples
Love as One, I Am the Light...
Soon you'll see me, can't you feel me
I'm coming...
Send your troubles dancing, I know the answer
I'm coming...
I'm a sensation

I Got Plenty O' Nuttin'
Composer(s): Ira Gershwin; George Gershwin; DuBose Heyward
First performance/First recording: Todd Duncan/Frank Sinatra - 1935/1956
Covered by multiple other artists



Oh, I got plenty o' nuttin'
And nuttin's plenty for me
I got no car, got no mule
I got no misery
De folks wid plenty o' plenty
Got a lock on de door
'Fraid somebody's a-goin' to rob 'em
While dey's out a-makin' more
What for?
I got no lock on de door
Dat's no way to be
Dey kin steal de rug from de floor
Dat's okeh wid me
'Cause de things dat I prize
Like de stars in de skies
All are free

Oh, I got plenty o' nuttin'
And nuttin's plenty for me
I got a gal, got my song
Got Hebben the whole day long
No use complaining
Got my gal, got my Lawd
Got my song

Oh, I got plenty o' nuttin'
And nuttin's plenty for me
I got the sun, got the moon
Got the deep blue sea
De foks wid plenty o' plenty
Got to pray all de day
Seems wid plenty you sure got to worry
How to keep the debbel away
Away
I ain't frettin 'bout hell
'Till de time arrive
Never worry long as I'm well
Never one to strive
To be good, to be bad
What the hell
I is glad I's alive

Oh, I got plenty o' nuttin'
And nuttin's plenty for me
I got a gal, got my song
Got Hebben the whole day long
No use complaining
Got my gal, got my Lawd
Got my song

John Looked Down
Composer(s): Arlo Guthrie
Performer(s): Arlo Guthrie



Chorus:
Lying on the side of the road
Feeling like he heard a sound
Shivered with the feelin' that he knowed
John looked down, John looked down
John looked down the long, long road

She gave John a present that was fine
So fine that he had to go
Went to see what it was that he knowed
John looked down, John looked down
John looked down the long, long road

And I know it's hard
But what did you expect of her?
John looked down

If you see the lady in your mind
Even in her nothingness
Standing through the darkest night
And the people want to fight
But first ask if it's all right
John looked down, John looked down
John looked down the long, long road

Chorus

And I know it's hard
But what did you expect of her?
John looked down

Smash The Mirror
Composer(s): Pete Townshend
First release: The Who - 1969



Mother:
You don't answer my call, with even a nod or a twitch
but you gaze at your own reflection!
You don't seem to see me, but I think you can see yourself
How can the mirror affect you?
Can you hear me, or do I surmise that you fear me, can you feel my temper rise?
Do you hear or fear or do I smash the mirror?
Do you hear or fear or do I smash the mirror?  
Smash!

I Got Mine 
(Traditional) 
Performer(s): Ry Cooder



And I went down to a big crap game
'Twas certainly against my will
I lost every doggone nickel I had 
But a greenback dollar bill
Forty dollar that laid on the floor 
My buddy's point was nine 
Well, the police they come in there 
And caught all of 'em 
But I got mine

I got mine, let me tell ya 
I got mine 
I grabbed that money 
Out the back door I went flying 
Well, ever since the big crap game 
I've been livin' on chicken and wine
I'm the leader of society 
Since I got mine

I know a barber shop 
It's a way cross town 
Down on Norfolk street 
It's the only place on a Saturday night 
That us gamblers gets to meet 
Some comes for a haircut 
And others come for a scrap 
And when you see me and my buddies up there, man 
We means to shoot some crap 
Hollering: "Seven, eleven, won't you come, come, come!!! 
If you don't seven, eleven them 
You're done, done, done" 
If I see the police before he sees me 
I'm gonna run, run, run 
I'm the leader of society 
Since I got mine 

Well, I went down to my best girl's house 
The hour was just about nine 
I wasn't dressed up like Henry Ford 
But I was feeling just as fine 
I caught her sitting on another man's knee 
And I didn't like that sign 
Well, I told them what I thought about it, boys 
And I got mine 

I got mine, I got mine 
I grabbed my hat and through the window 
I went flying 
I ran as fast as I could run 
But I didn't get there in time 
Because the rascal grabbed a shotgun, Lord 
And I got mine