She Finally Spoke Spanish To Me
Composer(s): Butch Hancock
Performer(s): Joe Ely



Waiting for the train to France
I hung my head in shame
Feeling for all purposes like a
man without a name
Adios that's all she said
I knew it had to be
But she Finally Spoke Spanish to Me

Life just passed by on the sly
I tried to live mine over
It's been a cold dark lonesome night
On the White Cliffs of Dover
Adios that's all she said
It echoed across the sea
But She Finally Spoke Spanish to Me

Wine and dreams
She blew the candle out
I came to her for something
I went away without
Adios, that word will always haunt my memory
But She Finally Spoke Spanish to Me

I left my boots in Italy
Souls wore out in Spain
I left my guns in London Town
Just smokin' in the rain

Adios that's all she said
I knew it had to be
But She Finally Spoke Spanish to Me
But She Finally Spoke Spanish to Me

Wine and dreams
She blew the candle out
I came to her for something
I went away without
Adios, that word will always haunt my memory
But She Finally Spoke Spanish to Me

Quicksand
Composer(s): Brian Holland; Lamont Dozier; Eddie Holland
Performer(s): Martha Reeves & The Vandellas; Whitney Wolanin



Oo-oo ooo ooo who-oooh!
Oo-oo ooo ooo who-oooh!

You're like
Quicksand, quicksand
Pulling me closer, closer
In your arms
Can't resist your loving charms
You're like quicksand sinking me deeper
In love with you

The more I fight it
The deeper in love I get
Each time you hold me
I feel nothing but happiness
It's not safe loving you this way
But from your arms I can't stay

You're like
Quicksand, quicksand, yeah
Pulling me closer, closer
Making me love you
Need you
(Deeper) Sinking me deeper, deeper
In love with you

(Musical Interlude)

Oo-oo ooo ooo who-ooooh!

(Deeper Deeper Deeper!
In love with you)

My heart is a prisoner
Of your warm embrace
I can't help, can't help myself
Nothing can take your place
When you say sweet things to me
I start trembling from head to feet

You're like
Quicksand, quicksand, yeah
Pulling me closer, closer
A- just can't resist you
A-just want to kiss you

You're like quicksand, yeah!

Oo-oo ooo ooo who-ooooh!

Quicksand, quicksand, yeah
Sinking me deeper
Sinking me deeper
I just can't resist you
I just want to kiss you

Oo-oo ooo ooo who-ooooh!

She Drives Me Crazy - 1988 (aka She Drives Like Crazy - 1989)
Composer(s): Roland Gift; David Steele
First release by: Fine Young Cannibals - 1988
Covered by multiple other artists



I can't stop
the way I feel
Things you do
don't seem real
Tell you what I got in mind
'cause we're runnin' out of time
Won't you ever set me free?
This waitin' 'rounds killin' me

She drives me crazy
like no one else
She drives me crazy
and I can't help myself

I can't get
any rest
People say
I'm obsessed
Everything that's serious lasts
But to me there's no surprise
What I have, I knew was true
Things go wrong, they always do

She drives me crazy
Like no one else
She drives me crazy
And I can't help myself

I won't make it
On my own
No on likes,
To be alone

She drives me crazy
Like no one else
She drives me crazy
And I can't help myself

Uh huh huh

She drives me crazy
Like no one else
She drives me crazy
And I can't help myself

Uh huh huh

She drives me crazy
Like no one else
She drives me crazy
And I can't help myself 

Quicksilver
Composer(s): Edward Pola;
Irving Taylor; George Wyle
Performer(s): Bing Crosby & The Andrews Sisters;
and various other artists



You're as hard to hold as quicksilver
When you kiss and run away
I dream you're mine and then as quick as quicksilver
All my dreams are led astray

I keep chasing you till I'm facing you
And embracing you with all your charms
Then you slip through my fingers just like quicksilver
Right into someone else's arms

Seems like I am havin' trouble with you
And I don't know what I'm gonna do
Seems like you're fickle, fickle as can be
And your fickle ways have got me up a tree

You're as hard to hold as quicksilver
When you kiss and run away
I dream you're mine and then as quick as quicksilver
All my dreams are led astray

I keep chasing you till I'm facing you
And embracing you with all your charms
Then you slip through my fingers just like quicksilver
Right into someone else's arms

Then you slip through my fingers just like quicksilver
Right into someone else's arms

She Drives Like Crazy
(Adapted from: She Drives Me Crazy - 1988)
Composer(s): Roland Gift; David Steele; "Weird Al" Yankovic
Performer(s): "Weird Al" Yankovic - 1989



Where'd you learn how to steer
You do eighty in second gear
When you drive, I can't relax
Got your license from Cracker Jacks
You just hit another tree
These fender benders are killin' me

She drives like crazy
Like no one else
She drives like crazy
And I'm afraid for myself

They'll put you behind bars
We're not playin' bumper cars
Did a great figure eight
In the middle of the interstate
Tires squeal wherever we go
Even hitchhikers just say no

She drives like crazy
Her car's a mess
She drives like crazy
She's got a death wish I guess

She's a demon
Behind the wheel
Thinks she's drivin'
The Batmobile

Burnin' rubber in school zones
Runnin' over traffic cones
Passin' "semi-"s on the right
Now my knuckles are turnin' white

She drives like crazy
She'll break our necks
She drives like crazy
She always gets into wrecks

She drives like crazy
Like no one else
She drives like crazy
Now I'm afraid for myself

She drives like crazy
Like no one else
She drives like crazy
And I'm afraid for myself 

(Quicksilver Daydreams Of) Maria
Composer(s): Townes Van Zandt
Performer(s): Townes Van Zandt;
Frenchy Burrito & The Folk Pistols



Well, the diamond fades quickly
when matched to the face of Maria
All the harps they sound empty
when she lifts her lips to the sky
the brown of her skin makes her hair seem a soft golden rainfall
that spills from the mountains to the bottomless depths of her eyes

Well, she stands all around me her hands slowly sifting the sunshine
all the laughter that linger down deep 'neath her smilin' is free
Well, it spins and it twirls like a hummingbird lost in the morning
and caresses the south wind and silently sails to the sea

Ah, the sculpter stands stricken and the artist he throws away his brushes
when her image comes dancin' the sun she turns sullen with shame
And the birds they go silent the wind stops his sad mournful singing
when the trees of the forest start gently to whisper'in her name

So as softly she wanders I'll desperately follow her footsteps
and I'll chase after shadows that offer a trace of her sight
Ah, they promise eternally that she lays hidden within them
but I find they've decieved me and sadly I bid them goodbye

So the serpent slides softly away with these moments of laughter
and the the old washy woman has finish her cleanin' and gone
but the bamboo hang heavy in the bondage of quicksilver daydreams
and a lonely child longingly looks for a place to belong

She Don't Love You
Composer(s): Berry Gordy Jr.
Performer(s): Mary Wells



She may dress & she may pose
She may strut in her fancy clothes
But she don't love you
No she don't love you
No she don't love you like I do

Can't you see, can't you see that you are blind? Oh yeah
It's really me, it's really me; you should be mine
And I'm slowly but surely losing my mind

She may dress & she may pose
She may strut in her fancy clothes
But she don't know how to love you
She don't know how to love you
She don't know how to please you either, baby, like I do

You know it's true, you know it's true, you're just a fool, oh yeah
To throw away, to throw away a love that's true
But I'll carry on & I'll be around when she's gone

She may dress & she may pose
She may strut in all those fancy clothes
But she don't know how to love you
No she don't love you
She don't know how to love you like I do

(repeat):
Oh you know she may
She may dress & she may pose
She may strut in her fancy clothes
But she don't love you
No she don't love you
She don't know how to love you like I do

Quicksilver Girl
From "The Big Chill"
Composer(s): Steve Miller
Performer(s): Steve Miller Band



She's a quicksilver girl
A lover of the world
She spreads her wings
And she's free

She's a quicksilver girl
A lover of the world
She's seen every branch
On the tree

Ah, ah, quicksilver girl
Ah, ah, quicksilver girl
Ah, ah, quicksilver girl
Ah, ah, quicksilver girl

Ahhhh, ahhhh, ahhhh, ahhhh
If you need a little lovin'
She'll turn on the heat
If you take a fall
She'll put you back on your feet
If you're all alone
She's someone to meet
If you need someone

She's a quicksilver girl
A lover of the world
She spreads her wings
And she's free

She Don't Let Nobody (But Me)
Composer(s): Dino Fekaris; Curtis Mayfield
Performer(s): Curtis Mayfield



Other guys try to hold her hand
Other guys want a one night stand
They all stare when she's around
I'm so proud how she puts them down
She don't let nobody, no, no
She don't let nobody
Nobody but me

I don't worry 'cause we're so tight
See each other 'most every night
She let me have the master key
That's why I kiss her explicitly
She don't let nobody, no, no
She don't let nobody
Nobody but me

Some dudes, they think she's teasing
They think she wants to play
But she's so dog-gone pleasing
And hey, that's just her way
And no-one's gonna steal her
She does what she wants to
She only lets me feel her
And then I know it's true

She don't let nobody, no, no
She don't let nobody, no, no
She don't let nobody, no, no
She don't let nobody, no, no
She don't let nobody, no, no
She don't let nobody
Nobody but me

In a day and age when you can't be sure
I've got one with a love that's pure
Guess you'd call her my lucky star
She goes out, but she don't go far
She don't let nobody, no, no
She don't let nobody
Nobody but me

Some dudes, they think she's teasing
They think she wants to play
But she's so dog-gone pleasing
And hey, that's just her way
And no-one's gonna steal her
She does what she wants to
She only lets me feel her
And then I know it's true

She don't let nobody, no, no
She don't let nobody, no, no
She don't let nobody, no, no
She don't let nobody, no, no
She don't let nobody, no, no
She don't let nobody
Nobody but me

Quién
((Adapted from: Qui (Charles Aznavour) - 1963))
Composer(s): Charles Aznavour - Roaring Lion
Performer(s): Charles Aznavour - 1967
and multiple other artists

Versions In Other Languages:
1963/1964 - Chi (Charles Aznavour)
1968 - Who (Will Take My Place) (Dusty Springfield)



Quién, cuando ya no aliente
silenciosamente, llegará hasta ti
y como el olvido
ya te habrá vencido
le dirás querido
al igual que a mí

Quién borrará mis huellas
y encendiendo estrellas
en la oscuridad
abrirá balcones
romperá crespones
y pondrá canciones
en tu soledad

Quién será mi revelo
quién te va a convencer
quién volverá de nuevo
a reinar en tu ser

Quién cuando ya me ausente
va a cruzar el puente
que mande a cerrar
y pondrá colores
en tus sinsabores
y te hará olvidar
pronto mi pesar

Yo tengo el doble de tu edad
más no me importa sucumbir
a ver de cara la verdad
del porvenir
No vistas luto por mi amor
pues no me gusta ser cruel
y sé que nunca ese color
le fue a tu piel

Quién cuando yo me vaya
Llegará a tu playa un anochecer
y pondrá su empeño
en velarte el sueño
y lo harás tu dueño
casi sin querer

Quién besará tu pelo
y en tu negro duelo
te pondrá un clavel
Ya diferente te verá la gente
nueva y sonriente
como un cascabel

Quién viene a suplicarme
Quién dime dulce bien
Quién trata de borrarme
Quién amor en tu sien
Quién por sustituirte
y por destruirme sin contemplación
romperá en pedazos
todos nuestros lazos
y sin compasión
mi propio corazón

She Didn't Do Magic 
Composer(s): Kent LaVoie
Performer(s): Lobo



Thumbing across Georgia I ran into Gloria
She seemed like a mystic to me
With a wave of her hand
She could make you feel grand
That was her mystery
Now I'll admit she knew alot of tricks
But so do lots of other chicks

She didn't do it like you can do magic
She didn't do it to me
She didn't do it like you can do it
She didn't do magic to me

Hiking through Virginia I met Melinda
She looked enchanting to see
She said give me your arm
And I'll show you my charms
That was her sorcery
I say it I will she had alot of skill
But compared to you she was way down hill

Arriving in Cleveland I'm coming to see you
Get you crystal ball out of the drawer
Cause I can tell if you been using you spell
And baby I know what for
The magic you loaned was to bring me home
And baby my love for you has grown

So you better do it like you can do magic
You better do it to me
'Cause she didn't do it like you can do it
She didn't do magic to me

Quién
Composer(s): Miguel Gallardo
Performer(s): Miguel Gallardo



Te encontré perdida allí, en aquel oscuro bar
o es que ya no te acuerdas
Compartí tu soledad, tu pasado y tu rencor
y tú no te acuerdas
Quién, dime quién
te dio tanta comprensión
Quién, dime a quién
le dolía tu dolor
Te ofrecí lo que yo soy, y en mi casa un lugar
o es que ya no te acuerdas
Repartimos nuestro amor, entre besos, noche y pan
y tú no te acuerdas
Quién, dime quién
te dio tanta comprensión
Quién, dime a quién
le dolía tu dolor
Quién, dime quién
te ha pagado más que yo
Quién, dime, dime quién
aún, aún te espera... dime quién
Quién

She Cried
Composer(s): Greg Richards; Ted Daryll
First release by: Jay & The Americans - 1962
Covered by multiple other artists



And when I told her
I didn't love her anymore
She cried (She cried)
And when I told her
Her kisses were not like before
She cried (She cried)

I thought that our romance was over and done
But to her it had just begun

And when I told her (Sha-la-la)
Another girl had caught my eye (Sha-la-la-la, sha-la-la)
She cried (She cried)
And when I kissed her (Sha-la-la)
A kiss that only meant goodbye (Sha-la-la-la, sha-la-la)
She cried, she cried

(Sha-la-la-la, sha-la-la)

And when I told her (Sha-la-la)
I didn't love her anymore (Sha-la-la-la, sha-la-la)
She cried, she cried 

Quién Eres Tú?
Composer(s): Luis Eduardo Aute
Performer(s): Luis Eduardo Aute



De qué espacio sideral desconocido
de qué tiempo que ya fue o aún no ha sido
de qué lluvia de planetas has caído
proclamando un "aquí estoy porque he venido"...
Que aunque no se trate de pedir permiso
por pisar el mismo vértigo que piso
no se apunta a un corazón sin previo aviso
tan de pronto y disparando tan preciso...
quién eres tú...
Quién eres tú
Prodigio o vudú...
Quien eres tú
ensueño o tabú...
quién eres tú...
Cuando ya no queda más que ese momento
en que comienza a repetirse el argumento
apareces de repente, con el cuento
de que no hay historias... sólo sentimientos
y me invades con palabras como besos
inundándome con pájaros, los sesos
Qué dificil intentar salir ilesos
de esta magia en la que nos hallamos presos...
Quién eres tú...
Quién eres tú
Prodigio o vudú...
Quien eres tú
ensueño o tabú...
quién eres tú...
te aseguro que no quiero hacerme el fuerte
en todo caso me da pánico creerte...
No sé si eres el presagio de la Suerte
o, el contrario, vienes a darme la muerte
pero seas agua turbia o aguanieve
cómo no beber cuando me dices: "bebe"...
que la sed se va apagando y es más breve
al tiempo que pasan los años... y no llueve
Quién eres tú...
Quién eres tú
Prodigio o vudú...
Quien eres tú
ensueño o tabú...
quién eres tú...

She Caught The Katy (And Left Me A Mule To Ride)
Composer(s): Taj Mahal; Yank Rachell
First release by: Taj Mahal - 1968
Covered by multiple other artists



She caught the Katy, and left me a mule to ride 
She caught the Katy, and left me a mule to ride 
My baby caught the Katy, left me a mule to ride 
The train polled out, and I swung on behind 
I'm crazy 'bout her, that hardheaded woman of mine 

Man my baby's long, great god she's mighty she's tall 
you know my baby's long, great god she's mighty my baby she's tall 
Well my baby she's long, my baby she's tall 
she sleeps wiht her head in the kitchen and her big feet out in the hall 
And I'm still crazy 'bout her, that hardheaded woman of mine 

Well I love my baby, she's so fine 
I wish she'd come and see me some time 
If you don´t believe I love her 
Look what a hole I'm in 
If you don't believe I'm sinking, 
Look what a shape I'm in 

She caught the Katy, and left me a mule to ride 
She caught the Katy, and left me a mule to ride 
Well my baby caught the Katy, left me a mule to ride 
The train polled out, and I swung on behind 
I'm crazy 'bout her, that hardheaded woman - hardheaded woman of mine 

Quién Fuera
Composer(s): Silvio Rodríguez
Performer(s): Silvio Rodríguez; Issac Delgado



Estoy buscando una palabra
en el umbral de tu misterio
¿Quién fuera Alí Ba-ba?
¿Quién fuera el mítico Simbad?
¿Quién fuera un poderoso sortilegio?
¿Quién fuera encantador?

Estoy buscando una escafandra
al pie del mar de los delirios
¿Quién fuera Jacques Custeau?
¿Quién fuera Nemo el capitán?
¿Quién fuera el batiscafo de tu abismo?
¿Quién fuera explorador?

Corazón obscuro
corazón con muros
corazón que se esconde
corazón que está donde
corazón en fuga
herido de dudas de amor

Estoy buscando melodía
para tener como llamarte
¿Quién fuera ruiseñor?
¿Quién fuera Lennon y McCartney
Sindo Garay, Violeta, Chico Buarque?
¿Quién fuera tu trovador?

Corazón obscuro
corazón con muros
corazón que se esconde
corazón que está donde
corazón en fuga
herido de dudas de amor

She Can't Give It Away
Composer(s): Curly Putman; Sonny Throckmorton
Performer(s): Barbara Fairchild



She stands there in the doorway of a cheap hotel
And both have seen their days
At one time Southern beauty fill her eyes
But now there's just a trace
Sometimes, for almost nothing, she offers her love to passers-by
She's an old and fading sunset that once lit up the whole Savannah sky

It's still there upon her lips
In the movement of her hips
And though she's twenty years past a lady
Her love once was in demand
It bought diamonds for her hands
But now she can't give it away

In a big Chicago mansion lies a man with a woman he don't love
But his thoughts go back to a pretty Georgia girl
When all he had was not enough
He remembers all the good times and the pleasures she gave him in the night
God, he loved that woman that once lit up the whole Savannah sky

It's still there upon her lips
In the movement of her hips
And though she's twenty years past a lady
Her love once was in demand
It bought diamonds for her hands
But now she can't give it away
Now she can't give it away

Quién Hace Brillar El Sol
Composer(s): Victor Heredia
Performer(s): Victor Heredia



Dulce, dulce, dulce capullo de luz
Rama encendida de amor
ardiendo en mi corazón
Eres tú la que hace brillar el sol
En tu universo de niña navego
cantando en un barco de azúcar y miel
y eres de flores dorada princesa
encantada que al viejo verano robé
Dulce, dulce, dulce capullo de luz
Rama encendida de amor
ardiendo en mi corazón
Eres tú la que hace brillar el sol

She Came In Through The Bathroom Window
Composer(s): John Lennon; Paul McCartney
Performer(s): The Beatles
and multiple other artists



She came in through the bathroom window
Protected by a silver spoon
But now she sucks her thumb and wanders
By the banks of her own lagoon
Didn't anybody tell her?
Didn't anybody see?
Sunday's on the phone to Monday
Tuesday's on the phone to me
She said she'd always been a dancer
She worked at 15 clubs a day
And though she thought I knew the answer
Well I knew what I could not say
And so I quit the police department
And got myself a steady job
And though she tried her best to help me
She could steal but she could not rob
Didn't anybody tell her?
Didn't anybody see?
Sunday's on the phone to Monday
Tuesday's on the phone to me
Oh yeah

Quién Lo Diría
Composer(s): J.L. Ubiergo
Performer(s): Fernando Ubiergo



Yo que presumí no ser igual
que no creí sentir jamás
el despertar del corazón
eso que tú llamaste amor sincero
Y tú que me enseñaste la verdad
un beso en la soledad
que me alumbraste como el sol
te has olvidado que el amor
es más que un te quiero

Quien lo diría
Más parece una ironía
el querer sentirte mía
a cada momento
Quién lo diría
que esta absurda fantasía
se está haciendo una agonía
que quema por dentro
a cada momento

Yo que presumí no ser igual
que confundí la libertad
que le hice caso a la razón
me fui enredando en el amor sincero
Y tu que me entregaste sin dudar
algo más que una amistad
que iluminaste mi canción
te has olvidado que el amor
es más que un te quiero

Quien lo diría
mas parece una ironía
el querer sentirte mía
a cada momento
Quien lo diría
que esta absurda fantasía
se está haciendo una agonía
que quema por dentro
a cada momento...