The Christmas Riddle
Composer(s): Peggy Lee - Stella Castelucci
Performer(s): Peggy Lee



Children, may I tell a riddle
Of someone who's dear to you
Maybe you will guess the answer
Long before I'm through

(Riddle, a riddle, oh, tell us a riddle)
(Tell us a riddle, please do)

Well, long ago there lived a bishop
Who was such a kindly man
All his life was spent in giving
That was how it all began

And they say he rode a white horse
As he went from door to door
Giving presents, sweets and good things
Need I tell you any more

(Riddle, a riddle, it still is a riddle)
(Tell us, oh, please tell us more)

Next the legend says, the children
Would leave hay in a wooden shoe
For the white horse he was riding
Now you have another clue

(You gave us a clue, you gave us a clue)
(About hay in a wooden shoe)

He has many another name
In many another far off land
But no matter what the language
Every child will understand

Well now, when you hang your stocking
He was why that all began
All the World has kept the custom
Of this kind and saintly man

(We've got it, we've got it, we just guessed the riddle)
(We know how it all began)

Yes, you know now 'twas Saint Nicholas
For giving gifts, he was the cause
Some have named him dear Kris Kringle
Others call him Santa Claus

And much like the sweet Dutch children
Would leave hay in a wooden shoe
Others leave some for the reindeer
And give presents too

(The riddle, the riddle, we guessed the riddle)
(The riddle of dear old Saint Nick)

The riddle of old Saint Nick

I'd Rather Lead A Band
Composer(s): Irving Berlin
Performer(s): Fred Astaire
and multiple other artists



I haven't ambitions for lofty positions
That wind up with the wealth of the land
I'll give you the throne that a king sat on
For just a small baton
Providing you included a band

If I could be the wealthy owner of a large industry
I would say, "Not for me"
I'd rather lead a band

If I could be a politician with a chance to dictate
I would say, "Let it wait"
I'd rather lead a band

My ev'ry care ceases
I'm rich as old Croesus
When I've got ten pieces
In hand

If I could have a millionairess with a whole flock of banks
I would just whisper "Thanks"
I'd rather lead a band

Give me a band, yes sir
And not a thing lesser
To be that professor
Is grand

If Josephine had left Napoleon and climbed in my lap
I'd say, "Go back to Nap"
I'd rather lead a band

A saxophone, a slide trombone
A bass fiddle and a drum
A guy at the piano who makes it hum
A violin, a clarinet
A hot trumpet and guitar
And me with the baton and there you are 

Kick Out The Jams
Composer(s): Michael Davis; Wayne Kramer;
Fred "Sonic" Smith; Dennis Thompson; Rob Tyner
Performer(s): MC5; and various other artists



I'm gonna kick 'em out!
Well I feel pretty good and I guess that I could
Get crazy now baby
And we all got in tune when the dressing room
Got hazy now baby
I know how you want it child
Hot sweet and tight
The girls can't stand it when you're doin' it right
Let me up on the stands
And let me kick out the jams!
Kick out the jams
I have to kick 'em out!

Yes I'm starting to sweat, you know my shirt's all wet
What a feeling
And the sound that abounds and resounds and rebounds
Off the ceiling
You gotta have it baby you can't do without
And when you get the feeling you got to sound it out
Put that mic in my hands
And let me kick out the jams!
Kick out the jams
I got to kick 'em out!

[solo]

So you got to get it up, you know you can't get enough
Miss MacKenzie
Well it gets in your brain and drives you insane
It's a frenzy
The wailing guitars, girl
And the crash of the drums
Make you wanna keep a-rockin 'til
Morning comes
Let me

Zigeunerjunge
((French Version: Tzigane (Dalida))
Composer(s): Hans Blum
Performer(s): Alexandra



Ich war noch ein Kind
da kamen Zigeuner
Zigeuner in unsere Stadt
- Tam ta ta ta ta tam tam ta tam tam ta tam -
kamen in uns're Stadt

Die Wagen so bunt, die Pferdchen so zottig
sie zogen die Wagen so schwer
- Tam ta ta ta ta tam tam ta tam tam ta tam -
und ich lief hinterher
immer nur hinterher

Dann kam der Abend, es wurde ein Feuer entfacht - la la la -
und die Zigeuner, sie haben getanzt und gelacht - la la la

Ein Zigeunerjunge, Zigeunerjunge
er spielte am Feuer Gitarre
- Tam ta ta ta ta tam tam ta tam tam ta tam -
und ich sah sein Gesicht
aber er sah mich nicht

Zigeunerjunge, Zigeunerjunge
er spielte am Feuer Gitarre
- Tam ta ta ta ta tam tam ta tam tam ta tam -
dann war das Feuer aus
und ich lief schnell nach Haus

Am anderen Tag konnt' ich nicht erwarten
die fremden Zigeuner zu sehn
- Tam ta ta ta ta tam tam ta tam tam ta tam -
aber ich dufrte nicht gehn

Die Wagen so bunt, die Pferdchen so zottig
es zog mich zurück an den Ort
- Tam ta ta ta ta tam tam ta tam tam ta tam -
und ich lief heimlich fort
und ich lief heimlich fort

Dann kam der Abend, ich fand die Zigeuner nicht mehr - la la la -
wo sie noch gestern gesungen, da war alles leer - la la la

Zigeunerjunge, Zigeunerjunge
wo bist du, wo sind eure Wagen?
- Tam ta ta ta ta tam tam ta tam tam ta tam -
doch es blieb alles leer
und mein Herz wurde schwer

Zigeunerjunge, Zigeunerjunge
wo bist du, wer kann es mir sagen?
- Tam ta ta ta ta tam tam ta tam tam ta tam -
doch es blieb alles leer
und ich weinte so sehr

I'd Rather Have Jesus
Composer(s): Rhea F. Miller; George Beverly Shea
Performer(s): George Beverly Shea



I'd rather have Jesus than silver or gold
I'd rather be His than have riches untold
I'd rather have Jesus than houses or land
I'd rather be led by His nail-pierced hand

Than to be the king of a vast domain
Or be held in sin's dread sway
I'd rather have Jesus than anything
This world affords today

I'd rather have Jesus than men's applause
I'd rather be faithful to His dear 'cause
I'd rather have Jesus than worldwide fame
I'd rather be true to His holy name

He's fairer than lilies of rarest bloom
He's sweeter than honey from out the comb
He's all that my hungering spirit needs
I'd rather have Jesus and let Him lead ...

Kicks
Composer(s): Barry Mann; Cynthia Weill
Performer(s): Paul Revere & The Raiders;
and various other artists



Girl, you thought you found the answer
on that magic carpet ride last night
But when you wake up in the mornin'
the world still gets you uptight
Well, there's nothin' that you ain't tried
To fill the emptiness inside
But when you come back down, girl
Still ain't feelin' right

(And don't it seem like)
Kicks just keep gettin' harder to find
And all your kicks ain't bringin' you peace of mind
Before you find out it's too late, girl
You better get straight

No, but not with kicks
You just need help, girl

Well you think you're gonna find yourself a little piece of paradise
But it ain't happened yet, so girl, you better think twice
Don't you see no matter what you do
You'll never run away from you
And if you keep on runnin'
You'll have to pay the price

(And don't it seem like)
Kicks just keep gettin' harder to find
And all your kicks ain't bringin' you peace of mind
Before you find out it's too late, girl
You better get straight

[Instrumental Break]

No, you don't need kicks
To help you face the world each day
That road goes nowhere
I'm gonna help you find yourself another way

(And don't it seem like)
Kicks just keep gettin' harder to find
(Oh, you don't need kicks, girl)
And all your kicks ain't bringin' you peace of mind
(You just need help, girl)
Before you find out it's too late, girl
You better get straight

(And don't it seem like)
Kicks just keep gettin' harder to find
(Oh, you don't need kicks, girl)
And all your kicks ain't bringin' you peace of mind
(You just need help, girl)

Before you find out it's too late, girl
You better get straight

Tzigane
((German Version: Zigeunerjunge (Alexandra))
Composer(s): Hans Blum - F. Gerald
Performer(s): Dalida



Sur tous les chemins
Qu'il pleuve ou qu'il vente
Je passe des jours et des nuits
Tam, tam, tam, tam, tam, tam, tam, tam, tam, tam
C'est la vie que j'ai choisie
Et j'ai pour jardin
La plaine qui change sa robe
Au retour des saisons
Tam, tam, tam, tam, tam, tam, tam, tam, tam, tam
Pour y faire des moissons
Des moissons d'horizons
Moi je n'ai pas de maison et malgré tout je crois
Oui je crois
Que mon ami le Tzigane est un peu comme moi
Comme moi
Tzigane, Tzigane
Pareil à un oiseau de passage
Tam, tam, tam, tam, tam, tam, tam, tam, tam, tam
Toi tu es déjà loin
Quand revient
Le matin
Tzigane, Tzigane
Nous sommes du même voyage
Tam, tam, tam, tam, tam, tam, tam, tam, tam
Sans peur des lendemains
Dans la main
Du destin
Parfois je me dis
Qu'à force de suivre les routes
Du monde au hasard
Tam, tam, tam, tam, tam, tam, tam, tam, tam, tam
On ne va nulle part
Mais je ne crois pas
Qu'il y ait une ville
Où si je m'installais pour toujours
Tam, tam, tam, tam, tam, tam, tam, tam, tam, tam
Je trouverai un jour
Le bonheur et l'amour
Car tout au fond de moi-même
Je sais qu'il faudra
La, la, la,
Que celui que j'amerai soit un peu comme moi
Comme moi
Tzigane, Tzigane
Pareils aux oiseaux de passage
Tam, tam, tam, tam, tam, tam, tam, tam, tam, tam
Nous serons déjà loins
Aux lueurs du matin
Tzigane, Tzigane
Nous ferons le même voyage
Tam, tam, tam, tam, tam, tam, tam, tam, tam, tam
Sans peur des lendemains
Jusqu'au bout du chemin
La, la, la...
Tam, tam, tam, tam, tam, tam, tam, tam, tam, tam
Sans peur des lendemains
Jusqu'au bout du chemin
La, la, la...

I'd Rather Have A Bottle In Front Of Me (Than a Frontal Lobotomy)
Composer(s): Randy Hanzlick
Performer(s): Randy Hanzlick



Jimmy and I were brothers
We went down different paths
Jimmy always listened to my mother
And me, I never like to take a bath

As we grew and tumbled through adulthood
The pressure caused emotional drain
So now I'm slowly dying in the bottle
and Jimmy has to live with half a brain

Yes, me, I've got a bottle in front of me
And Jimmy has a frontal lobotomy
Just different ways to kill the pain the same

But I'd rather have a bottle in front of me
Than have to have a frontal lobotomy
I might be drunk, but at least I'm not insane

Jimmy let his troubles drive him crazy
He never tried to drown it in a drink
I know that drinking makes my thinking hazy
But at least I still have brains enough to think

Jimmy's got a brain that isn't stable
He doesn't have the sense to say his name
I'm sorry that his doctor was unable
To remove the proper portion of his brain

Yes, me, I've got a bottle in front of me
And Jimmy has a frontal lobotomy
Just different ways to kill the pain the same

But I'd rather have a bottle in front of me
Than have to have a frontal lobotomy
I might be drunk, but at least I'm not insane

Funny how the world works
People can be real jerks
Some prefer the tension over booze

Either way it ends the same
Hard to beat the living game
Might as well enjoy it while you lose

When I need a drink I start to shiver
And Jimmy always viewed it with concern
But I'd rather have cirrhosis of the liver
Than an intellect that's second to a fern

I wonder if old Jimmy's gonna hear it
When I tell him that his logic wasn't sound
They'll dose him up on lots of evil spirits
When they take him to the psychiatric grounds

Yes, me, I've got a bottle in front of me
And Jimmy has a frontal lobotomy
Just different ways to kill the pain the same

But I'd rather have a bottle in front of me
Than have to have a frontal lobotomy
I might be drunk, but at least I'm not insane
I might be drunk, but at least I'm not insane!

Kid
Composer(s): Chrissie Hynde
Performer(s): The Pretenders; Ariel Aparicio; 
Bandees; The Chubbies; Everything But The Girl



Kid what changed your mood 
You've gone all sad so I feel sad too 
I think I know some things we never outgrow 
You think it's wrong 
I can tell you do 
How can I explain 
When you don't want me to

Kid my only kid 
You look so small you've gone so quiet 
I know you know what I'm about 
I won't deny it 
But you forgive though you don't understand 
You've turned your head 
You've dropped by hand

All my sorrow, all my blues 
All my sorrow

Shut the light, go away 
Full of grace, you cover your face

Kid gracious kid 
Your eyes are blue but you won't cry 
I know angry tears are too dear 
You won't let them go

Tzena, Tzena, Tzena
Performer(s): The Weavers
and multiple other artists



Tzena, Tzena, Tzena, Tzena
Can't you hear the music playing
In the city square
Tzena, Tzena, Tzena, Tzena
Come where all our friends will find us
With the dancers there
Tzena, Tzena join the celebration
There'll be people there from every nation
Dawn will find us laughing in the sunlight
Dancing in the city square
Tzena, Tzena, come and dance the Hora
One, two, three, four
All the boys will envy me for
Tzena, Tzena, when the band is playing
My heart's saying
Tzena, Tzena, Tzena
Tzena, Tzena, Tzena, Tzena
Can't you hear the music playing
In the city square
Tzena, Tzena, Tzena, Tzena
Come where all our friends will find us
With the dancers there
Tzena, Tzena join the celebration
There'll be people there from every nation
Dawn will find us laughing in the sunlight
Dancing in the city square
Tzena, Tzena, come and dance the Hora
One, two, three, four
All the boys will envy me for
Tzena, Tzena, when the band is playing
My heart's saying
Tzena, Tzena, Tzena
Tzena, Tzena join the celebration
There'll be people there from every nation
Dawn will find us laughing in the sunlight
Dancing in the city square
Tzena, Tzena, come and dance the Hora
One, two, three, four
All the boys will envy me for
Tzena, Tzena, when the band is playing
My heart's saying
Tzena, Tzena, Tzena
Tzena, Tzena, come and dance the Hora
One, two, three, four
All the boys will envy me for
Tzena, Tzena, when the band is playing
My heart's saying
Tzena, Tzena, Tzena
Tzena, Tzena, come and dance the Hora
One, two, three, four
All the boys will envy me for
Tzena, Tzena, when the band is playing
My heart's saying
Tzena, Tzena, Tzena
Tzena, Tzena, Tzena

I'd Rather Go Blind
Composer(s): Ellington Jordan; Billy Foster
First release by: Etta James - 1968
Covered by multiple other artists



Something told me it was over 
When I saw you and her talking
Something deep down in my soul said cry girl
When I saw you and that girl walking

I would rather
I would rather go blind, boy
Than to see you walk away from me, child
So you see, I love you so much 
That I don't wanna watch you leave me, baby
Most of all I just don't
I just don't want to be free, no

I was just, I was just
I was just sitting here thinking 
Of your kiss and your warm embrace
When the reflection in the glass that I held to my lips, baby 
Revealed the tears that was on my face

And 
Baby, Baby, I'd rather be blind, boy
Than to see you walk away from me

Kid Stuff
Composer(s): Jerry Crutchfield; Don Earl
Performer(s): Barbara Fairchild; Ralph Emery



I often think of younger days
A boy, a girl, and backyard play
I'd get hurt, you'd get your way
And they called it kid stuff

And though it mattered little then
The childish games you'd always win
Now the stakes are higher and it's no longer kid stuff

Kid stuff when I was little was sitting in the middle of a cotton candy world
But now my heart is saying 'this is no game we're playing'
For I can see I'm losing you to another world

I remember very well plans we made by a wishing well
And secret stuff we couldn't tell
Ain't that just like kid stuff?

And I always thought you'd be mine
At least until the end of time
I wore your ring that cost a dime
Happiness is kid stuff

Kid stuff when I was little was sitting in the middle of a cotton candy world
But now my heart is saying 'this is no game we're playing'
For I can see I'm losing you to another world
I'm losing you to another world

Tyger! Tyger!
Composer(s): William Blake - Toni Tennille - Ron Thronson
Performer(s): Ann Mortifee



Tyger, tyger burning bright
In the forests of the night
What immortal hand or eye
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?

Tyger, tyger please beware
Of human creatures lurking there

Tyger, tyger burning bright
In the forests of the night
Did he smile his handiwork to see
Did he who made the Lamb make thee?

Tyger, tyger please beware
Of human creatures lurking there
Tyger, tyger burning bright

I'd Rather Charleston
Composer(s): George Gershwin; Desmond Carter
Performer(s): Fred & Adele Astaire
and multiple other artists



Fred:
I've seen for days that you've got
The ways that must be checked
In you I never can detect
The slightest signs of intellect
Your mad on dances, think of the chances you neglect
You never seem inclined to use your mind
And it's quite plain to see
That I'm the brains of the family

Fred:
Take a lesson from me

Adele:
I'd rather Charleston

Fred:
Charleston?
Think of what you might be

Adele:
I'd rather Charleston

Fred:
Charleston?
I'm disappointed in you and your ways

Adele:
I'm double-jointed
There's no sensation like syncopation

Fred:
Will you let me know why

Adele:
I'd rather Charleston

Fred:
Charleston?
That's the sort of thing I would never do
So, leave it behind and give your mind to something new

Adele:
I'd rather Charleston 
Fred: (Oh no), Charleston, Charleston with you

Fred:
Your way of living soon will be giving me a pain
You just repeat that same refrain
You use your feet and not your brain
Something has got you
I don't know what you hope to gain
And after all I've done
It's not much fun to have to have a Sister who's
Got her brain in her dancing shoes

Fred:
So, take a lesson from me

Adele:
I'd rather Charleston

Fred:
Charleston?
When you're older you'll see

Adele:
I'd rather Charleston
Fred:
Charleston?
The great improvements I looked for in you

Adele:
I like improvements
They make new plastic just like elastic

Fred:
Say, don't you ever keep cool

Adele:
I'd rather Charleston

Fred:
Oh no, that's the sort of thing silly people do
Hey, haven't you read what Lincoln said in sixty-two

Adele:
Ye-a-a-a-h-h-h!

Fred:
Well, what'd he say?

Adele:
I'd rather Charleston
Fred: (Oh no), Charleston, Charleston with you

Fred: Not me

Kiddio
Composer(s): Brook Benton; Clyde Otis
Performer(s): Brook Benton;
and various other artists



I told you, baby, how I feel
One word can close this deal
Baby, be my queen of hearts
Please gimme that love you've got
A-won'tcha say yes? Don'tcha say no?
Make me feel good, kiddio

Maybe I'm just wastin' time
Can't get you off my mind
You could make me feel so good
I know you could if you only would
A-won'tcha say yes? Don'tcha say no?
Make me feel good, kiddio

I wrote you a six-page letter
I called you on the phone
But you started talkin' 'bout the weather
Kiddio, don'tcha know that's wrong?

I can't stand this playin' 'round
Help me up, don't let me down
Kiss me baby, tell me so
If you love me, let me know
A-won'tcha say yes? Don'tcha say no?
Make me feel good, kiddio

I wrote you a six-page letter
I even called you on the phone
But you started talkin' 'bout the weather
Kiddio, don'tcha know that's wrong?

I can't stand this playin' 'round
Help me up, don't let me down
A-kiss me baby, tell me so
If you love me, let me know
A-won'tcha say yes? Don'tcha say no?
Make me feel good, kiddio

Make me feel so-oh-oh oh good, so, so good, kiddio

Two Women
Composer(s): Bob Lind
Performer(s): Bob Lind



Diana says, "Man, that shirt
Brings out the blue in your eyes"
She tells you the things you say
Are such a welcome surprise
Sarah says, "Jesus Christ
Do we have to hear that story again?
Can't you pick up around you?
I'm not your maid 
Is it too much to ask?
Put a coaster under that glass"

Diana looks in your eyes
And sees there's somebody there
Sarah can only see the clothes
You left on the chair
Diana brushing by, her fingers
Tingling your neck, triggers a memory
You start reaching back for the day
Sarah used to touch you that way

You twist your wedding ring
And wonder whether everything
You used to think was right could now be wrong
But buddy, don't kid yourself
If you move on to something else
Diana will be Sarah before long

Sarah picks up the kids
And brings in the groceries and bills
She knows you and loves you anyway
Like no one else ever will
Diana will always call from the shadows
Promising more
Either way, it's not easy
Every step, either road that you take
You're gonna carry the choices you make

I'd Rather Be With You
Composer(s): Frank Comstock; Roy Alfred
Performer(s): Doris Day & male singer



Male Singer:
If I could sit at a table with Grable
Ride in a car with Lamarr
If I could dance with a sweet chick like Garbo or Dietrich
I'd rather be with you

If I could just cuddle nearer to Shearer
Go on a tour with Lamour
If I could show off the muscle to Rosalind Russell
I'd rather be with you

It won't be Adrian who put's you in clothes
You don't do Maxie Factor to powder your nose
And Grauman's theatre doesn't have the prints of your toes
And without the help of Zanuck you're a panic

If I could go to a parson with Garson
Do just as well with Blondell
If I could share a veranda with Carmen Miranda
I'd rather be with you

Doris:
If I could wear something lacy for Tracy
Let Ray Milland hold my hand
If I could sip a Bacardi with Laurel and Hardy
I'd rather be with you

If I could go in a trailer with Taylor
Be all alone with Tyrone
If I could take all my chances with Errol's romances
I'd rather be with you

You're not with RKO, but still you're OK
You'll never win an Oscar for actin' some day
But you've got hair that's all your own and not a toupee
And you'll never need a double if there's trouble

If I could stay in a stupor with Cooper
Possibly lure Vic Mature
If I could fly to Sumatra with Frankie Sinatra
I'd rather be with you

Male Singer:
If I could go to Havana with Lana

Doris:
Or not have a care for Astaire

Male Singer:
If I could roll out the barrel with Madeleine Carroll
I'd rather be with you

Doris:
If I could just go and wander with Fonda
Send me to stray Joel McCrea
And if I thought I was able to get Mister Gable
I'd rather be with you

Male Singer:
You've got the talent that they never could scout
You don't need Technicolor in case you're in doubt
For you are really at your best with all the lights out
And they may not give you billin' but you're drillin'

Doris:
If I could do somethin' loony with Rooney
Get in a brawl with Jon Hall

Male Singer:
If I could say what's disturbin' to Deanna Durbin
I'd rather be with you

Both:
I'd rather be with you

Kids Got The Blues
Composer(s): John Mayall
Performer(s): John Mayall & The Bluesbreakers



There's a new generation
Who could ever have guessed
All across every nation
And I must confess

When I was just a young lad
I wished I could be playin' the blues
Now it's the twenty-first century
We've come a long way

Ev'ry kid's got those heroes
They're learnin' to play
To make a contribution
Look at all kids with the blues

When you hear that click
You better catch up quick
Ain't that a kick
We got the kids turnin' on to the blues

(Instrumental Break)

It's the same at every concert
Check out the front row
Parents with their children, watchin' them grow
Now they're motivated, won't be long before they're playin' the blues

When you hear that click
You better catch up quick
Now ain't that a kick
We got the kids turnin' on to the blues

(Instrumental Break)

It's a heavy situation
Don't need a new drug
The kids of our nation catchin' that bug
All around the world I hear the sound of kids playin' the blues

When you hear that click
You better catch up quick
Now ain't that a kick
We got the kids turnin' on to the blues

Now ain't that a kick
We got the kids turnin' on to the blues
Ain't that a kick
We got the kids turnin' on to the blues

Two Tone Shoes
((Adapted from: Blue Suede Shoes (Carl Perkins)) 
Composer(s): Carl Perkins
Performer(s): Homer & Jethro



One part's white, the other is tan
I bought 'em down at Tom McAn
Now don't you step on my two-tone shoes
I'll give you a bruise if you step on my shoes

I went to a dance at the Cimarron
I danced all night with my new shoes on
I durn near danced myself to death
The tongues in my shoes was a-pantin' for breath
Now don't you step on my two-tone shoes
Please don't abuse my purty two-tone shoes

I danced on the bottoms, you danced on the top
Honey, this stuff has got to stop
Now don't you step on my two-tone shoes
You've ruined them now, you great big clumsy cow

Now honey you look so nice and neat
Where did you get them great big feet
When we're dancin' all alone
Leave them combat boots at home
Now don't you step on my two-tone shoes
Can't you see your feet are killin' me

Now tell me, Alice, was it malice
When you stepped upon my callus
My two-tones, I wore 'em plumb full of holes
The tops are shot, have mercy on my soles

I'd Rather Be With You
Composer(s): George Clinton; Bootsy Collins; Gary Lee Cooper
First release by: Bootsy's Rubber Band - 1976
Covered by multiple other artists



I'd rather be with you, yeah
yeah, I'd rather be with you
I'd rather be with you, yeah
Yeah I'd rather be with you

I'd rather be with you until i'm through
Oh yes I do
I'd rather be with you until that day we'll fly away
I just love that smiling face in the early sun
If I can't have you to myself, then life's no fun

I'd rather be with you, yeah
yeah, I'd rather be with you
I'd rather be with you, yeah
Yeah I'd rather be with you
I wanna hold you hand
Oh, if I can just be your man
I wanna be you friend
Not now and then, but until the end
I just love the way you act, and that's a fact
I wanna be your number one, so picture that

Maybe the next time
Maybe the next time
Maybe the next time
Maybe the next time
I'd rather be with you
Yeah
Yeah, I'd rather be with you

I'd rather be with you until I'm through
Oh, yes I do
I'd rather be with you until that day we'll fly away
I just love that smiling face in the early sun
If I can't have you to myself, then life's no fun

I'd rather be with you, yeah
Yeah, I'd rather be with you
I'd rather be with you, yeah
Yeah I'd rather be with you
Oh babe
Well, uh, you might think i'm trying to be funny
But I'm really serious this time, baby
(I'd rather be with you)
Even though, uh, it's a cold world, baby
But you know deep down inside that I do love ya
(I'd rather be with you)
I know I sound strange, but I really mean it
We gonna make it this time baby
(I'd rather be with you)
You're the only one I really love now
I'm coming at you with both hands tied behind my back, baby
(I'd rather be with you, yeah)
You got me, I'm coming at you, get ready
I'm gonna stick my love in your eye, baby
(I'd rather be with you, yeah)
You can see me coming baby, just coming all over you
(yeah I'd rather be with you)