Saturday Night, Sunday Morning
Composer(s): Mitchell Elliot Botler; Norma Helms
Performer(s): Thelma Houston
and multiple other artists



We're fooled by first impressions
They're not always true
You thought that I was made out of ice
But I caught on fire with you

I sparkled for a moment
Then I flickered out
I couldn't feel the flame any more
But darlin' I'm feelin it now

Took such a long time to convince me
You could fill that empty space
But Saturday night is shining
On my Sunday morning face
Saturday night is shining
On my Sunday morning face

Sunlight is streaming
Thru the open window
While you're dreaming in my arms
Took such a long time to convince me
You could fill that empty space
But Saturday night is shining
On my Sunday morning face
Saturday night is shining

This is the real thing
Look at me beaming with love
Saturday night is shining
On my Sunday morning face

No Room
Composer(s): Tony Martin; Mark Nesler
Performer(s): Tracy Byrd; Rhett Akins



On a dark and cold starry night
Mary, heavy with child
Whispered to Joseph, "I can't go on anymore"

He wrapped her up in his arms
Said, "I'll find you some place warm"
But they were turned away at every door

No room, no room
Sorry, but we're too full to let you in
No space, no place for the baby Jesus
No room

Once again Christmas is here
Busiest time of the year
There's a growing list of last minute things still to do

Not many shopping days left
Still got presents to wrap
People are saying parties we've got to go to

No room, no room
Sorry, but life's too full to let you in
No space, no place for the Saviour Jesus
No room

No room, no room
Lord, help us find, help us find the room

Saturday Night Special
Composer(s): Ed King; Ronnie Van Zant
First release by: Lynyrd Skynyrd - 1975
Covered by multiple other artists



Two feets they come a creepin'
Like a black cat do
And two bodies are lyin' naked
Creeper think he got nothin' to lose
So he creeps into this house, yeah
And unlocks the door
And while a man reaching for his trousers
Shoots him full of .38 holes

It's a Saturday night special
Got a barrel that's blue and cold
Ain't no good for nothin'
But put a man six feet in a hole

Big Jim's been drinkin' whiskey
And playing poker on a losin' night
Pretty soon, Big Jim starts a thinkin'
Somebody been cheatin' and lyin'
So Big Jim commences to fightin'
I wouldn't tell you no lie
And Big Jim done grab his pistol
Shot his friend right between the eyes

It's a Saturday night special
Got a barrel that's blue and cold
Ain't no good for nothin'
But put a man six feet in a hole

Hand guns are made for killin'
Ain't no good for nothin' else
And if you like your whiskey
You might even shoot yourself
So why don't we dump 'em people
To the bottom of the sea
Before some fool come around here
Wanna shoot either you or me

She'd Rather Be With Me  
(Italian Version: Torna A Casa Ragazzina Beat)
Composer(s): Garry Bonner; Alan Gordon
Performer(s): The Turtles - 1967



Some girls love to run around
Like to handle everything they see
But my girl has more fun around
And you know she'd rather be with me

Me-oh-my, lucky guy is what I am
Tell you why you'll understand
She don't fly although she can

Some boys love to run around
They don't think about the things they do
But this boy wants to settle down
And you know he'd rather be with you

Me-oh-my, lucky guy is what I am
Tell you why you'll understand
She don't fly although she can

Ba ba ba ba ba-ba ba 
Ba ba ba ba ba-ba ba
Ba ba ba ba ba-ba ba
Ba ba ba ba ba-ba ba

Some girls love to run around
Like to handle everything they see
But my girl has more fun around
And you know she'd rather be with
Yes she'd rather be with

You know she'd rather be with me

Saturday Night Fish Fry
Composer(s): Louis Jordan; Ellis Walsh
First release by: Louis Jordan - 1949
Covered by multiple other artists



If you've ever been down to New Orleans
Then you can understand just what I mean
All through the week it's as quiet as a mouse
But on Saturday night they go from house to house

You don't have to pay when you only mention
If you're a cook or a waiter or a good musician
If you just happen to be passing by
Stop in at the Saturday night fish fry

It was rocking, it was rocking
You never seen such scuffling and shuffling
'Til the break of dawn

It was rocking, it was rocking
You never seen such scuffling and shuffling
'Til the break of dawn

Now my buddy and me was on the bandstand
Fooling around, just me and him
We decided we could use something to eat
So we went to a house on Rampart Street

We knocked on the door and it opened with ease
A light-skinned miss said 'Come in, please'
Before we could even bat an eye
We was right in the middle of a big fish fry

It was rocking, it was rocking
You never seen such scuffling and shuffling
'Til the break of dawn

It was rocking, it was rocking
You never seen such scuffling and shuffling
'Til the break of dawn

Now the woman was screaming and jumping and yelling
The bottles were flying and the fish were smelling
From way up above all the noise they made
Somebody hollered 'Better get outta here, this is a raid'

I didn't know we were breaking the law
Somebody reached over and hit me on the jaw
They had locked up from the front and the back
Putting them in the wagon like potato sacks

It was rocking, it was rocking
You never seen such scuffling and shuffling
'Til the break of dawn

It was rocking, it was rocking
You never seen such scuffling and shuffling
'Til the break of dawn

I knew I could away if I had the chance
But I was shaking like I had St. Vitus' Dance
I tried to crawl under a bathtub
A policeman said 'Hey, now where you going, bud?'

They got us outta there like a house on fire
And put us all in that black mariah
They might of missed one or two
But they got both me and my buddy too

It was rocking, it was rocking
You never seen such scuffling and shuffling
'Til the break of dawn

It was rocking, it was rocking
You never seen such scuffling and shuffling
'Til the break of dawn

Well we headed for jail in a dazed condition
They booked each one of us on suspicion
My chick came down and she went my bail
Finally got me outta that rotten jail

If you ever wanna go get a fist in your eye
Just mention a Saturday night fish fry
I don't care how many fish in the sea
Don't ever mention a fish to me

It was rocking, it was rocking
You never seen such scuffling and shuffling
'Til the break of dawn

It was rocking, it was rocking
You never seen such scuffling and shuffling
'Til the break of dawn

It was rocking, it was rocking
You never seen such scuffling and shuffling
'Til the break of dawn

New Year's Eve 1999
Composer(s): Gretchen Peters
Performer(s): Alabama; Eric Hancock



Baby, let's make a date for a night on the town
How does the turn of the century sound
I guarantee that we'll have a good time
New Year's Eve Nineteen-Ninety-Nine

I know it sounds a bit premature
But I'm askin' you now 'cause I want to be sure
Do you have anything else in mind
New Year's Eve Nineteen-Ninety-Nine

We'll drink pink champagne from a plastic cup
Dance all night 'til the sun comes up
We'll say it's been a pretty good century
Except for that weekend in Ninety-Three

Then we'll go home to our warm winter bed
Tuck in the kids with a kiss on the head
And sing one more chorus of Auld Lang Syne
New Year's Eve Nineteen-Ninety-Nine

I'll be your sweetheart if you'll be mine
New Year's Eve Nineteen-Ninety-Nine
New Year's Eve Nineteen-Ninety-Nine

Saturday Night At The Movies
Composer(s): Barry Mann; Cynthia Weil
First release by: The Drifters - 1964



Well Saturday night at 8 o'clock
I know where I'm gonna go
I'm gonna pick my baby up
And take her to the picture show

Everybody in the neighbourhood
Is dressing up to be there too
And we're gonna have a ball
Just like we always do

Saturday night at the movies
Who cares what picture you see
When you're hugging with your baby in last row in the balcony

Well there's technicolor and cinemascope
A cast out of Hollywood
And the popcorn from the candy stand
Makes it all seem twice as good

There's always lots of pretty girls
With figures they don't try to hide
But they never can compare
To the girl sittin' by my side

I'm Gonna Love You
Composer(s): Peter Criss; Stan Penridge
Performer(s): Kiss



Don't let me find you
Sleepin' with another man
Say you're gonna be true
And stay and love me like you can

'Cause I really love you and it's true, yeah man
I'm gonna love you, rain or come shine

Honey, won't you tell me
You don't want nobody else
Don't you tear my heart out
And lay it on your shelf

'Cause I really love you and it's true
I'm gonna love you, rain or come shine

And I'm gonna love you (gonna love you)
Rain or come shine (rain or come shine)
You know you're gonna find me (gonna find me)
Around you all the time(time)

'Cause I really love you and it's true
I'm gonna love you, rain or come shine

Rain or come shine
Repeat ...

New Year's Day
Composer(s): Bono; The Edge; Adam Clayton; Larry Mullen
First release by: U2 - 1983
Covered by multiple other artists



Yeah...

All is quiet on New Year's Day
A world in white gets underway
I want to be with you
Be with you night and day
Nothing changes on New Year's Day
On New Year's Day

I will be with you again
I will be with you again

Under a blood red sky
A crowd has gathered in black and white
Arms entwined, the chosen few
The newspapers says, says
Say it's true it's true...
And we can break through
Though torn in two
We can be one

I...I will begin again
I...I will begin again

Oh...
Maybe the time is right
Oh...maybe tonight...

I will be with you again
I will be with you again

And so we're told this is the golden age
And gold is the reason for the wars we wage
Though I want to be with you
Be with you night and day
Nothing changes
On New Year's Day
On New Year's Day

Saturday In The Park
Composer(s): Robert Lamm
Performer(s): Chicago - 1972



Saturday in the park
I think it was the Fourth of July
Saturday in the park
I think it was the Fourth of July
People dancing, people laughing
A man selling ice cream
Singing Italian songs

Can you dig it (yes, I can)
And I've been waiting such a long time
For Saturday

Saturday in the park
You'd think it was the Fourth of July
Saturday in the park
You'd think it was the Fourth of July
People talking, really smiling
A man playing guitar
Singing for us all
Will you help him change the world
Can you dig it (yes, I can)
And I've been waiting such a long time
For today

Slow motion riders fly the colours of the day
A bronze man still can tell stories his own way
listen children all is not lost
all is not lost

Funny days in the park
Every day's the Fourth of July
Funny days in the park
Every day's the Fourth of July
People reaching, people touching
A real celebration
Waiting for us all
If we want it, really want it
Can you dig it (yes, I can)
And I've been waiting such a long time
For the day

She Was Five And He Was Ten
Composer(s): June Barnett; Mario DiNapoli; Sherman Feller
Performer(s): The Mills Brothers; The Four Preps



She was five and he was ten
Twice as old as she was then
She was much too young for him, in puppy love

As the years went rolling by
He was fifteen and quite a guy
But she was ten, still too young for him to love

And then, as he grew older
He changed his point of view
When she was seventeen, he was only twenty-two

So he fell in love, you see
And it all began when she
Was only five and he was ten, in puppy love

And then, as he grew older
He changed his point of view
When she was seventeen, he was only twenty-two

So he fell in love, you see
And it all began when she
Was only five and he was ten,in puppy love, puppy love

Saturday Night 
Composer(s): Sammy Cahn; Jule Stein
Performer(s): Frank Sinatra
and multiple other artists



Saturday night is the loneliest night in the week
'Cause that's the night that my sweetie and I
Used to dance cheek to cheek
I don't mind Sunday night at all
'Cause that's the night friends come to call
And Monday to Friday go fast
And another week is past

But Saturday night is the loneliest night in the week
I sing the song that I sang for the memories I usually seek
Until I hear you at the door
Until you're in my arms once more
Saturday night is the loneliest night in the week

mmmm... Saturday night is the loneliest night in the week
I sing the song that I sang for the memories I usually seek
Until I hear you at the door
Until you're in my arms once more
Saturday night is the loneliest night in the week

Until I hear you at the door
Until you're in my arms once more
Saturday night is the loneliest night in the week 

När Det Lider Mot Jul
Composer(s): Ruben Liljefors; Jeanna Oterdahl
Performer(s): Agnetha Fältskog;
and various other artists



Det strålar en stjärna förunderligt blid
i öster på himlen hon står
Hon lyst över världenes oro och strid
i nära två tusende år
När dagen blir mörk och när snön faller vit
då skrider hon närmre, då kommer hon hit
och då vet man, att snart är det jul

Ty julen är härlig för stora och små
är glädje och ljuvaste frid
är klappar och julgran och ringdans också
är lycka, oändligen blid
är ljus- allas ögon då stråla som bäst
och stjärnorna tindra som mest
och där ljuset är- där är det jul

Saturday Night
Composer(s): Randy Meisner; Don Henley; Glenn Frey; Bernie Leadon
First release by: Eagles - 1973



It seems like a dream now, it was so long ago
The moon burned so bright and the time went so slow
And I swore that I loved her and gave her a ring
The bluebird was high on the wing

Whatever happened to Saturday night?
Finding a sweetheart and holding her tight?
She said "Tell me, oh, tell me, was I alright?"
Whatever happened to Saturday night?

The years brought the railroad it ran by my door
Now there's boards on the windows and dust on the floor
And she passes the time at another man's side
And I pass the time with my pride

What a tangled web we weave, go 'round with circumstance
Someone show me how to tell the dancer from the dance

Whatever happened to Saturday night
Choosing a friend and losing a fight?
She said, "Tell me, oh, tell me, are you alright?"
Whatever happened to Saturday night?
Whatever happened to Saturday night?

My Christmas Tree
Composer(s): Jimmy Webb
Performer(s): Diana Ross & The Supremes; The Temptations



There's a Christmas tree
In a window frame
Just inside my door
But my Christmas tree
Doesn't look the same
As it always has before

There's just one lonely present
Beneath my Christmas tree
'Cause the best little present
A girl ever had
Has gone away from me

Oh, my Christmas tree is not very big
In fact it's kind of small
Honey went, he picked 'em out
They always seem so tall

The lights don't seem so bright this year
It's hard for me to see
The smile that made my Christmas bright
Is gone away from me

I have been so lonely
Since you left me all alone
All I want for Christmas is
My baby back at home

Oh, my Christmas tree's so sad and bare
My room's so big and cold
They wish me happy new year
But the new year is already on

There's no little angel
On top where it used to be
'Cause the angel
That made my Christmas right
Has gone away from me...
'Cause the angel
That made my Christmas right
Has gone away from me...
'Cause the angel
That made my Christmas right
Has gone away from me...

Saturday Night 
Composer(s): Bill Martin; Phil Coulter
Performer(s): Bay City Rollers 
and multiple other artists



Saturday night! 
Saturday night!
Saturday night! 
Saturday night!

Gonna keep on dancing to the rock and roll 
On Saturday night, Saturday night 
Dancing to the rhythm in our heart and soul 
On Saturday Night, Saturday night 
IIIII just can't wait
IIII got a date 

At the good old rock and roll road show, I gotta go 

Saturday Night
Saturday Night 
Gonna rock it up, roll it up 
Do it all, have a ball
Saturday Night
Saturday Night 
It's just a Saturday Night 
It's just a Saturday Night 
It's just a Saturday Night 

Gonna dance with my baby till the night is through 
On Saturday Night, Saturday Night 
Tell her all the little things I'm gonna do 
On Saturday night, Saturday Night 
IIIII love her so 
III I'm gonna let her know 

At the good old rock and roll road show, I gotta go

Saturday Night, Saturday Night
Saturday Night, Saturday Night 

It's just a Saturday Night 
It's just a Saturday Night
It's just a Saturday Night 
It's just a Saturday Night

Must Be Santa
Composer(s): Hal Moore; Bill Fredericks
Performer(s): Brave Combo;
and various other artists



Who's got a beard that's long and white?
Santa's got a beard that's long and white
Who comes around on a special night?
Santa comes around on a special night

Special night, beard that's white...
Must be Santa, must be Santa
Must be Santa, Santa Claus

Who wears boots and a suit of red?
Santa wears boots and a suit of red
Who wears a long cap on his head?
Santa wears a long cap on his head

Cap on head, suit that's red
Special night, beard that's white...
Must be Santa, must be Santa
Must be Santa, Santa Claus

Who's got a big red cherry nose?
Santa's got a big red cherry nose
Who laughs this way, "Ho, ho, ho!"?
Santa laughs this way, "Ho, ho, ho!"

Ho, ho, ho, cherry nose
Cap on head, suit that's red
Special night, beard that's white...
Must be Santa, must be Santa
Must be Santa, Santa Claus

Who very soon will come our way?
Santa very soon will come our way
Eight little reindeer pull his sleigh
Santa's little reindeer pull his sleigh

Reindeer sleigh, come our way
Ho, ho, ho, cherry nose
Cap on head, suit that's red
Special night, beard that's white...
Must be Santa, must be Santa
Must be Santa, Santa Claus

Dasher, Dancer, Prancer, Vixen
Eisenhower, Kennedy, Johnson, Nixon
Dasher, Dancer, Prancer, Vixen
Carter, Reagan, Bush, and Clinton

Reindeer sleigh, come our way
Ho, ho, ho, cherry nose
Cap on head, suit that's red
Special night, beard that's white...
Must be Santa, must be Santa
Must be Santa, Santa Claus

Saturday Gigs
Composer(s): Ian Hunter 
Performer(s): Mott the Hoople; Ian Hunter



Sixty-nine was cheapo wine
Have a good time
What your sign?
Float up to the Roundhouse
On a Sunday afternoon

In Seventy we all agreed
A King's Road flat was the place to be 
'Cause Chelsea girls are the best in the world for company

In Seventy-one all the people come
Bust a few seats but it's just in fun
Take the Mick out of Top of the Pops
We play better than they do
(yeah, yeah, yeah) 
In Seventy-two we was born to lose 
We slipped down snakes into yesterday's news
I was ready to quit
But then we went to Croydon

Do you remember the Saturday gigs?
We do, we do
Do you remember the Saturday gigs?
We do, we do

The tickets for the fantasy were twelve and six a time
A fairy tale on sale

Oh, Seventy-three was a jambouree
We were the dudes and the dudes were we
(oh oh oh oh oh)
Did you see the suits and the platform boots?
(oh dear, oh boy, ...)

In Seventy-four on the Broadway tour 
We didn't much like dressing up no more
Don't wanna be hip - but thanks for a great trip

Do you remember the Saturday gigs?
We do, we do
Do you remember the Saturday gigs?
We do, we do
But now the kids pay a couple of quid
'Cause they need it just the same
It's all a game
A grown-up game

But you got off on those Saturday gigs
And we did, we did
'Cause you got off on those Saturday gigs
And we did, we did
And we got off on those Saturday gigs
And you did, you did
And we got off on those Saturday gigs
'Cause you did, you did

Don't you ever forget us
We'll never forget you
We're going to sleep now
You better be good, right? (ha ha ha)
See you next time [...?]
So long for now

Mummer's Carol



A Glorious angel from heaven came unto the Virgin Maid
Strange News and tidings of great joy
the humble Mary had
the humble Mary had

Each mortal man remembers well
When Christ came down from Heaven
'Twas for our sins and wicked ways
His precious blood was given
His precious blood was given

Each mortal man remembers well
When Christ was put to scorn
He was taken to the judgement seat
and crowned with the thorn
and crowned with the thorn

Each mortal man remembers well
When Christ our Saviour died
He was crucified upon the tree
With theives on either side
With theives on either side

Each mortal man remembers well
When Christ died on the rood
'Twas for our sins and wicked ways
Christ shed his precious blood
Christ shed his precious blood

Each mortal man remembers well
When Christ was wrapped in clay
He was taken to a sepulchre
Where never man did lay
Where never man did lay

God bless your house, your children too
Your cattle and your store
The Lord increase you day by day
And give you more and more
And give you more and more

Saturation
Composer(s): Ian Anderson
Performer(s): Jethro Tull



They left me, leaving my house on fire, me running round 
got out through the window. 
While clinging to the skirts of fate 
was not my idea of fun 
I'll jump to it gladly 
The town was filled with smoke and hate
Came to my senses just too late 
to realize that all I ever owned was borrowed
I thanked them for having shown 
me that nothing ever really belongs to anyone

They burned my books and they broke my car
and gave the dog to a man who used him for breeding
They felled my trees and they tramped flowers and threw 
the kitten into my new pool
The same things done to other men had made them run away from the city
This being the case, I joined them there and breathing air spent 
the night with these new friends