Such A Groovy Guy
Composer(s): Weird Al Yankovic
Performer(s): Weird Al Yankovic



I got my alligator boots, I wear my pants skin tight
I wear my dark sunglasses in the middle of the night
And when I look in the mirror, oh it's such an awesome sight
It makes me want to kneel down and pray

I'm so adorable and charming
I'm sure that you can see
And everybody's always tryin' to hang around with me
They tell me I'm the greatest, and it's hard to disagree
'Cause I'm so perfect in every way

And I'm so cute
I can hardly stand it
And I'm so handsome, honey, I could just die
I know you'll never be as wonderful as me
But at least you can try

‘Cause I'm such a groovy guy (such a groovy guy)
Yeah, I'm such a groovy guy (such a groovy guy)
I'm such a groovy guy (such a groovy guy)
Yeah, I'm such a groovy guy

Baby, are you in the mood for a little romance
Well, for starters I could pour some chocolate pudding down your pants
And then attach electrodes to your brain and watch you dance
Well, golly, wouldn't that be fun

Oh, and then I might decide to tie you up with dental floss
I'll make you wear a harness, and I'll show you who's the boss
Of course, if you refuse, well honey, it's your loss
I mean, I don't do this with just anyone

So baby, how can you say its all over
So how can you tell me goodbye
So now you tell me that you're leavin' me for good
And all I wanna know is why
I mean, after all

I'm really such a groovy guy (such a groovy guy)
Yeah, I'm such a groovy guy (such a groovy guy)
I'm such a groovy guy (such a groovy guy)
Yeah, I'm such a groovy guy

I mean you could do worse

I'm such a groovy guy (such a groovy guy)
Yeah, I'm such a groovy guy (such a groovy guy)
I'm just such a groovy guy (such a groovy guy)
I'm such a groovy guy (such a groovy guy)

Baby, I tell you I'm such a groovy guy, I'm such a groovy guy (such a groovy guy)
Yeah, I'm such a groovy guy, I'm such a groovy guy (such a groovy guy)
Yeah, I'm such a groovy guy, such a groovy guy (such a groovy guy)
Such a groovy guy, such a groovy guy (such a groovy guy)
I'm such a groovy guy, such a groovy, groovy guy (such a groovy guy)
Such a groovy guy (such a groovy guy)
Yeah, I'm such a groovy guy (such a groovy guy)
I'm really such a groovy guy (such a groovy guy)
Such a groovy guy, I'm such a groovy guy (such a groovy guy)
Such a groovy guy (whoo)
Yeah 

You Can Count On Me
Composer(s): Leonard Bernstein
Performer(s): Frank Sinatra & Chums



Chip:
Oh If you feel downhearted
You must remember this
Things never are as bad as they could be
When friends have all departed
there's one you'll never miss
I'll be right with you 
you can count on me

All:
you can count on me
you can count on me

Chip:
As the adding machine once said
you can count on me

Hildy:
If you committed murder
And got caught like a dope
And had to hang until your life was done
I'd holler go no furder
Boy's fetch another rope
I'm hanging with you 
I'll stick to you son

All:
I'll stick to you son
(I'll always's be beside you)
I'll stick to you son
(We'll go through life together)

Hildy:
As the fly paper told the fly
I'll stick to you son

Claire:
Oh if you miss your mother 
on land or see of foam 
Oh think of how toy once clung to her knee
Although there is no other 
on land or sea or foam
When you in town kid 
you can cling to me

All:
You can cling to me
You can cling to me

Claire:
As the cling film told the pie
You can cling to me

Ozzie:
When through a lot of foolery
You lost your last red cent
I wouldn't even stop to ask you why
(Ask him why)
I'd pawn my mothers jewellery
I'd steal my sister rent
It's all for you kid 
You can milk me dry

All:
You can milk me dry
You can milk me dry

Ozzie:
as the cow to the farmer said 
you can milk me dry

Lucy:
If Upon this Island
we two were cast astray
We bothe would be in paradise indeed
If rescue cam you only shout at them
"GO AWAY!"
Because you find that I am all you need

All:
I am all you need
I am all you need

Lucy:
as the dough told the pastry pin
I am all you kneed    

All:
you can count on me
you can count on me
As the adding machine once said
you can count on me

Lucy:
2-4-6-8 who do we appreciate?

All:
You can count on me!

Honey In The Honeycomb
Composer(s): Vernon Duke - John LaTouche
Performer(s): Katherine Dunham
and multiple other artists



What have I got
That the others ain't
That always seems to please
Take my perfume, or my fancy pants
But when I charm
The men all swarm
Just like they was bees

There's Honey in the honeycomb
There's sugar in the cane
There's oysters and there real oysters, too
and bubbles in sweet champaigne

There's jelly in the jelly roll
and sap in every tree
There's honey in honeycomb
and honey, there is love in me

Oh, there's honey in the honeycomb
then honey, there is love in me

You Can Close Your Eyes
Composer(s): James Taylor
Performer(s): James Taylor;
and various other artists



Well the sun is surely sinking down
But the moon is slowly rising
So this old world must still be spinning 'round
And I still love you

(Chorus)
So close your eyes
You can close your eyes, it's all right
I don't know no love songs
And I can't sing the blues anymore
But I can sing this song
And you can sing this song
When I'm gone

It won't be long before another day
We gonna have a good time
And no one's gonna take that time away
You can stay as long as you like

(Chorus)

Sucedio En La Barranca
Composer(s): José Alfredo Jiménez
Performer(s): Grupo Laberinto
and multiple other artists



Voy a cantar un corrido
que traigo prendido
en el fondo de mi alma
es la desgracia de un hombre
que fue muy mi amigo
y murió en la barranca

Era rival en amores
de un hombre muy macho
que siempre ganó
se disputaban a Rosa
la niña más chula
de aquella región

Se citaron la noche más negra
y al barranco acudieron los dos
eran las diez de la noche
en la vieja capilla que está en el panteón
cuando sonaron dos tiros
y un hombre sin vida
a barranco cayó

Hoy han pasado dos años
y aquel buen amigo ya nadie recuerda
hoy adornaron la iglesia
se casa Rosita, estamos de fiesta

Sale vestida de blanco
más linda que nunca camino al altar
mientras yo sé que en la cárcel
un hombre muy macho se piensa matar

Yo por eso lecanto a la vida
yo por eso no creo en el amor

Eran las diez de la noche
en la vieja capilla que está en el panteón
cuando en la cárcel del pueblo
sonaron dos tiros y un hombre murió

You Can Call Me Al
Composer(s): Paul Simon
Performer(s): Paul Simon;
and various other artists



A man walks down the street
He says why am I soft in the middle now
Why am I soft in the middle
The rest of my life is so hard
I need a photo-opportunity
I want a shot at redemption
Don't want to end up a cartoon
In a cartoon graveyard
Bonedigger Bonedigger
Dogs in the moonlight
Far away my well-lit door
Mr. Beerbelly Beerbelly
Get these mutts away from me
You know I don't find this stuff amusing anymore
If you'll be my bodyguard
I can be your long lost pal
I can call you Betty
And Betty when you call me
You can call me Al

A man walks down the street
He says why am I short of attention
Got a short little span of attention
And wo my nights are so long
Where's my wife and family
What if I die here
Who'll be my role-model
Now that my role-model is
Gone Gone
He ducked back down the alley
With some roly-poly little bat-faced girl
All along along
There were incidents and accidents
There were hints and allegations

If you'll be my bodyguard
I can be your long lost pal
I can call you Betty
And Betty when you call me
You can call me Al
Call me Al

A man walks down the street
It's a street in a strange world
Maybe it's the Third World
Maybe it's his first time around
He doesn't speak the language
He holds no currency
He is a foreign man
He is surrounded by the sound
The sound
Cattle in the marketplace
Scatterlings and orphanages
He looks around, around
He sees angels in the architecture
Spinning in infinity
He says Amen! and Hallelujah!

If you'll be my bodyguard
I can be your long lost pal
I can call you Betty
And Betty when you call me
You can call me Al
Call me Al

Succès Fou
Composer(s): Christophe
Performer(s): Christophe



Elle reviendra à la tombée du jour
J'mettrais mes gants blancs
C'est mon style, différent
De tous les autres
Elle ça lui plaît
Et nous danserons cha-cha-cha

Avec les filles j'ai un succès fou
Le charme ça fait vraiment tout
Un p'tit clin d'œil pour un rendez-vous

Elle reviendra ou peut-être qu'elle me téléphonera
Pour me dire qu'elle ne m'oublie pas
Qu'elle n'oublie pas cette soirée dans mes bras
Les mots d'amour ça lui plaît

Avec les filles j'ai un succès fou
Le charme ça fait vraiment tout
Un p'tit clin d'œil pour un rendez-vous

Avec les filles j'ai un succès fou
Le charme ça fait vraiment tout
Un p'tit clin d'œil pour un rendez-vous

You Can Be Sure
Composer(s): Peter Frampton; Kevin Savigar
Performer(s): Peter Frampton



You don't have to be a dreamer
To see a better day
You have to be a believer
Just to find a better way
Don't sit in your seclusion
Safely watching from afar

I, don't know why (ooh)
We don't learn from what's gone by
You can be sure
I'll be with you till the end
You take my word
More than this I can promise you (yeah, yeah)

You know, when you feel defenceless
And it brings you to your knees
Don't keep on retreating
What can I do to make you see?

I, don't know why
We don't learn from what's gone by
You can be sure
I'll be with you till the end
You take my word
More than this I can promise you (yeah)

I, don't know why
We don't learn from what's gone by
You can be sure
I'll be with you till the end
You take my word
More than this I can promise you

You can be sure
I'll be with you till the end
Please take my word
Don't you know, you can count on me?
I will always be
there for you

Hold Me In Your Arms
Composer(s): Ray Heindorf - Charles Henderson - Don Pippin
Performer(s): Doris Day



Hold me in your arms, hold me in your arms
Tonight was meant to be
Hold me in your arms, thrill me with your charms
Your lips were meant for me
Never let me go, suddenly I know
I've never loved before
With every kiss my head is spinning
This is the moment I've waited for
Tonight is only the beginning
Hold me in your arms forevermore
(Hold me in your arms)
Hold me in your arms
Tonight was meant to be
(Hold me in your arms)
Thrill me with your charms
Your lips were meant for me
Never let me go, suddenly I know
I've never loved before
With every kiss my head is spinning
This is the moment I've waited for
Tonight is only the beginning
Hold me in your arms forevermore

You Can All Join In
Composer(s): Dave Mason
Performer(s): Traffic; Dave Mason



Here's a little song you can all join in with
It's very simple and I hope it's new
Make your own words up if you want to
Any old words that you think will do 

Yellow, blue, what'll I do? 
Maybe I'll just sit here thinking
Black, white, stop the fight
Does one of these colours ever bother you? 

Here's a little dance you can all join in with
It's very simple and I hope it's new
Make your own steps up if you want to
Any old steps that you think will do 

Left, right, don't get uptight
Keep in line and you'll be alright
Clap hands, move around
Make sure no one puts you down

Here's a little world you can all join in with
It's very simple and I hope it's new
Make your own life up if you want to 
Any old life that you think will do 

Love you, it's nothing new
There's someone much worse off than you are
Help me set them free
Just be what you want to be

Subway Train
Composer(s): Johnny Thunders - David Johansen
First release by: New York Dolls - 1973
Covered by multiple other artists



I can't ever
Understand
Why my lifes, been
Cursed poisen
Condemned
When I been tryin' every night
To hold ya near me
But I'm tellin' you
It aint easy 

Ever since I been 
Ridin', right on the 
Subway Train
You can hear the whistle blowin'
Ya might think I'm goin' insane 

And now your friends
They're fillin' up my car
But your so busy readin' Suzy says
Ya can't look now
You didn't see your lovers
There all just in rags
Ya know ya hid as pushin' up posies
Tryin' get ya fed 

We was all
Ridin', right on the 
Subway Train
And you can hear the captain shoutin'
He thinks I've gone insane 

Cus I keep
Ridin, keep on
Ridin, cus I keep on
Ridin ridin' ridin', keep on 
Ridin', yeah 

You stop and you stare
As I'm leavin' my favorite place
We have no regards
Ya can't find a trace
Ya gotta get on back to daddy
That's all it's gonna be
He got the poison black arts of the pimps
But don't ya st- st- 

I seen em travelin'
Right on the
Subway Train
Ya can hear the captain shou-ow-tin
He thinks we've all gone insane 

Cus we keep on
Ridin' ridin' ridin'
Ridin', cus we keep
Ridin' ridin' ridin'
Keep on ridin'

I think I see the train
I see ya got open track
I'm hopin'
One of those gonna bring my baby back 

(Cus I guess I said)
Dinah won'tcha blow
Dinah won'tcha blow your horn
Dinah won'tcha blow
Dinah won'tcha blow your horn 
Someone's in the kitchen with Dinah
I know whoa whoa whoa
I said someone's in the kitchen with Dinah
I know 

I keep on 
Ridin' ridin' ridin'

You Came A Long Way From St. Louis
Composer(s): Bob Russell; John Benson Brooks
Performer(s): Peggy Lee;
and various other artists



You came a long way from St. Louis
you climbed the ladder of success
I've seen the town and country cars 
that were parked out in front of your fancy address

You came a long way from St. Louis
you broke a lotta hearts between
I've seen a gang of gloomy gals 
who were doing alright till you came on the scene

You came here from the middle west
and certainly impressed the population hereabouts
Well, baby, I got news for you
I'm from Missouri too

So natcherly I got my doubts
you got `em dropping by the wayside
A feeling I ain't gonna know
You came a long way from St. Louis
but baby, you still got a long way to go

Suburbano Coraçáo
Composer(s): Chico Buarque
Performer(s): Chico Buarque; Cida Moreyra



Quem vem lá
Que horas são
Isso não são horas, que horas são
É você, é o ladrão
Isso não são horas, que horas são
Quem vem lá
Blim blem blão
Isso não são horas, que horas são

A casa está bonita
A dona está demais
A última visita
Quanto tempo faz
Balançam os cabides
Lustres se acenderão
O amor vai pôr os pés
No conjugado coração
Será que o amor se sente em casa
Vai sentar no chão Será que vai deixar cair
A brasa no tapete coração

Quando aumentar a fita
As línguas vão falar
Que a dona tem visita
E nunca vai casar
Se enroscam persianas
Louças se partirão
O amor está tocando
O suburbano coração
Será que o amor não tem programa
Ou ama com paixão
Mulher virando no sofá
Sofá virando cama coração
O amor já vai embora
Ou perde a condução
Será que não repara
A desarrumação
Que tanta cerimônia
Se a dona já não tem
Vergonha do seu coração

You Call It Madness (But I Call It Love)
Composer(s): Russ Columbo; 
Con Conrad; Gladys Dubois; Paul Gregory
Performer(s): Nat King Cole;
and various other artists



I can't forget the night I met you
That's all I'm thinking of
And now you call it madness
But I call it love
You made a promise to be faithful
By all the stars above
And now you call it madness
I still call it love
My heart is beating,It keeps on repeating
For you constantly
You're all I'm needing
And so I'm pleading
"Please come back to me!"
You made a plaything out of romance!
What do you know of love?
That's why you call it madness
But I call it love

Suburban Dream
Composer(s): Mark Gane
Performer(s): Martha & The Muffins



Strolling through the plaza in the coal twilight 
Sucking on a synthic shake 
Hidden in the ambient, florescent night
High school boys are on the make

Muscle cars are floating down the treeless streets 
Blaring heavy-metal radio 
Slimy Burger chateaux everywhere I turn 
Basking in a neon glow

Faraway the CN Tower silhouette Flashing through the downtown haze
Thinking 'bout pollution puts me in a sweat 
The price the city-dweller pays!

Suburban Dream -- You won't get mugged 
Suburban Dream -- No cockroach bugs 
Suburban Dream -- It's really true Suburban Dream -- Everybody's like you!

The Smiths have bought a swimming pool for twenty grand 
The Jones' eldest son has caught the flu 
Cindy, in a search for love got pregnant and 
Her parents are discussing what to do

Talking 'bout the weather to the guy next door 
Hanging out in modern bars 
Hockey Night in Canada is such a bore 
Since the old man bought a brand new car

Who needs the city's rotting culture, rising crime? 
Here the air is squeaky clean 
Television living takes up all my time 
Making the suburban dream

Suburban Dream -- It's really nice 
Suburban Dream -- Take my advice
Suburban Dream -- The only way 
Suburban Dream -- C'mon over today

You Call Everybody Darling
Composer(s): Sam Martin - Ben Trace - Clem Watts
First recording/First release by: Jack Smith - 1947
Covered by multiple other artists



Though you're always waxing sentimental
Your sweet words are all I ever hear
You don't really give a Continental
And deep down in your heart you're not sincere

You call everybody Darlin'
And everybody calls you Darlin', too
You don't mean what you're sayin'
It's just a game you're playin'
But you'll find someone else can play
The game as well as you

If you call everybody Darlin'
Then love won't come a-knockin' at your door
And as the years go by
You'll sit and wonder why
Nobody calls you Darlin' anymore
 
								

Old Time Christmas
Composer(s): Aaron Barker - John Jarvis
Performer(s): George Strait



Tricycles, Bicycles
Candy canes and candlelight
Tryin' to stay awake all night
To catch a glimpse of Santa's reindeer
Mama bakin', sister makin'
Angels in the fallin' snow
Now it seems so long ago
I wish they all were here

We'd have an old time Christmas
An old time Christmas
Just like the ones from yesterday
We'd leave the world behind us
Let the spirit find us
And have an old time Christmas
For old times sake

Friends singin', bells ringin'
Snowman standing in the yard
It's a living Christmas card
Captured in our hearts forever
Friends scatter, it's won't matter
The magic never melts away
It only takes a Christmas Day
To make it reappear

We'd have an old time Christmas
An old time Christmas
Just like the ones from yesterday
We'd leave the world behind us
Let the spirit find us
And have an old time Christmas
For old times sake

So leave the world behind you
Let the spirit find you
And have an old time Christmas
For old times sake

You By My Side
Composer(s): Chris Squire
Performer(s): Chris Squire



You know I love you
I can't be without you
When I'm alone, I still feel this way about you
Everything's clear
Here is here
And everything is as it appears to be so

Here am I dreaming
I stand by myself
Look and it's easy to see, that
I'm not the only one reaching for a new kind of wealth
Reaching with nothing to hide
And you by my side

You know we love you
We can't be without you
When we're aat home, we still feel this way about you
Everything's clear
Here is here
And everything is as it appears to be so

Here we are dreaming
We stand by ourselves
Look and it's easy to see, that
We're not the only ones reaching for a new kind of wealth
Reaching with nothing to hide
And you on our side

Subterranean Homesick Blues
Composer(s): Bob Dylan
First release by: Bob Dylan - 1965
Covered by multiple other artists



Johny's in the basement
Mixing up the medicine
I'm on the pavement
Thinking about the government
The man in the trench coat
Badge out, laid off
Says he's got a bad cough
Wants to get it paid off
Look out kid
It's somethin' you did
God knows when
But you're doin' it again
You better duck down the alley way
Lookin' for a new friend
The man in the coon-skip cap
In the big pen
Wants eleven dollar bills
You only got ten

Maggie comes fleet foot
Face full of black soot
Talkin' that the heat put
Plants in the bed but
The phone's tapped anyway
Maggie says that many say
They must bust in early May
Orders from the DA
Look out kid
Don't matter what you did
Walk on your tip toes
Don't try, 'No Doz'
Better stay away from those
That carry around a fire hose
Keep a clean nose
Watch the plain clothes
You don't need a weather man
To know which way the wind blows

Get sick, get well
Hang around an ink well
Ring bell, hard to tell
If anything is goin' to sell
Try hard, get barred
Get back, write Braille
Get jailed, jump bail Join the army, if you failed
Look out kid
You're gonna get hit
But losers, cheaters
Six-time users
Hang around the theaters
Girl by the whirlpool
Lookin' for a new fool
Don't follow leaders
Watch the parkin' meters

Ah get born, keep warm
Short pants, romance, learn to dance
Get dressed, get blessed
Try to be a success
Please her, please him, buy gifts
Don't steal, don't lift
Twenty years of schoolin'
And they put you on the day shift
Look out kid
They keep it all hid
Better jump down a manhole
Light yourself a candle
Don't wear sandals
Try to avoid the scandals
Don't wanna be a bum
You better chew gum
The pump don't work
'Cause the vandals took the handles

ah get born, keep warm
short pants, romance, learn how to dance
get dressed, get blessed
try to be a success
please her, please him, buy gifts
don't steal, don't lift
twenty years of schooling
and they put you on the day shift
look out kid
they keep it all hid
better jump down a manhole, light yourself a candle
don't wear sandals, you cant afford the scandal
don't wanna be a bum, you better chew gum
the pump don't work
cause the vandals took the handles

You Bug Me, Baby
Composer(s): Sonny Bono
Performer(s): Larry Williams; The Jive Romeros



You got the kinda face that I can't resist
You got the kinda lips that ought to be kissed
You got that funny little look, baby, in your eye
Oooh-wee baby
I just want to die

You bug me baby

When we go riding in the pale moonlight
All I wanna to do is hold-a you tight
You whisper come, come close to me
Ooo-wee baby
I'm in ecstasy

You bug me baby

The other night when I kissed your lips
My head was spinning and my heart did flips
And you looked at me and you wringkled your nose
Ooh-wee baby
You curl my toes

You bug me baby

When we go dating to a drive-in show
The picture playing we never know
Your close to me and I'm close to you
Ooh-wee baby
Is that lipstick new

You bug me baby

You got the kinda face that I can't resist
You got the kinda of lips that ought to be kissed
Funny little look baby, in your eye
Ooh-wee baby
I just want to die

You bug me baby

When we go riding in the pale moonlight
All I wanna do is hold you tight
And you whisper to me come close to me
Ooh-wee baby
I'm in ecstasy

You bug me baby

You bug me baby