She Wears Red Feathers
Composer(s): Bob Merrill
Performer(s): Guy Mitchell



(She wears red feathers and a huly huly skirt) 
(She wears red feathers and a huly huly skirt) 
She lives on just cocynuts and fish furrom the sea 
A rose in her hair a gleam in her eyes 
And love in her heart for me 

I worked in a London bank 
Respectable position 
From nine to three they serve you tea 
But doom your disposition 
Each night at the music hall 
Travelogues I'd see 
And once a pearl of a native girl 
Kept smiling right at me 

She wears red feathers and a huly huly skirt 
She wears red feathers and a huly huly skirt 
She lives on just cocynuts and fish furrom the sea 
A rose in her hair a gleam in her eyes 
And love in her heart for me 

Goodbye to the London bank 
I started in the sailin' 
The fourteenth day from Mandalay 
I spied her from the railin' 
She knew I was on my way 
Waited and was true 
She said you son of an Englishman 
I've dreamed each night of you 

She wears red feathers and a huly huly skirt 
She wears red feathers and a huly huly skirt 
She lives on just cocynuts and fish furrom the sea 
A rose in her hair a gleam in her eyes 
And love in her heart for me 

I went to her ma and pa 
And said I loved her only 
And they both said we could be wed 
Oh what a ceremony 
An elephant brought her in 
Placed her by my side 
While six baboons got out bassoons 
And played here comes the bride 

I'm back here in London town 
And though it may sound silly 
She's here with me and you should see 
Us walk down Picadilly 
The boys at the London bank 
Kinda hold their breath 
She sits with me and sips her tea 
Which tickles them to death 

She wears red feathers and a huly huly skirt 
She wears red feathers and a huly huly skirt 
She lives on just cocynuts and fish furrom the sea 
A rose in her hair a gleam in her eyes 
And love in her heart for me 

She Wears My Ring
Composer(s): Felice Bryant; Boudleaux Bryant
Performer(s): Jimmy Bell
and multiple other artists



She wears my ring to show the world that she belongs to me
She wears my ring to show the world she's mine eternally
With loving care I placed it on her finger
To show my love for all the world to see
This tiny ring is a token of tender emotion
An endless pool of love that's as deep as the ocean
She swears to wear it with eternal devotion
That's why I sing, because she wears my ring
She swears to wear it with eternal devotion
That's why I sing, because she wears my ring
This tiny ring is a token of tender emotion
An endless pool of love that's as deep as the ocean
She swears to wear it with eternal devotion
That's why I sing, because she wears my ring
That's why I sing, because she wears my ring

She Was Waitin' For Her Mother At The Station In Torino And You Know I Love You Baby But It's Getting Too Heavy To Laugh
Performer(s): Shawn Phillips



The glow
Around your face
When you see
The lightning race
I know
I'm very near
And I can hear
The thunder

A woman
Of perplexity
A woman
For eternity
A woman
Of the land
A woman
For a man
I'm down
On my knees
And I'm saying
Please believe me

It's hard
To fall out
Of love
Completely
It's harder
To find a way
To come back
Discreetly
To speak
Of things anew
To weep
In quiet blue

Brocade upon your bed
Memories should fade
At least of you
A scepter
Of ice and fire
A specter
Of my desire
A girl-child
Of such loveliness
The woman
Of my emptiness

A woman
Of famed
Renown
A woman
Who kicks the clown
A woman
Of the land
A woman
For a man

She Was Poor, But She Was Honest (aka It's The Same The Whole World Over)
(Traditional)
Performer(s): Billy Bennett



She was poor, but she was honest
Though she came from 'umble stock
And an honest heart was beating
Underneath her tattered frock

'Eedless of 'er Mother's warning
Up to London she 'ad gone
Yearning for the bright lights gleaming
'Eedless of temp-ta-shy-on

But the rich man saw her beauty
She knew not his base design
And he took her to a hotel
And bought her a small port wine

Then the rich man took 'er ridin'
Wrecker of poor women's souls
But the Devil was the chauffeur
As she rode in his Royce Rolls

In the rich man's arms she fluttered
Like a bird with a broken wing
But he loved 'er and he left 'er
Now she hasn't got no ring

It's the same the whole world over
It's the poor what gets the blame
It's the rich what gets the pleasure
Ain't it all a bloomin' shame?

Time has flown, outcast and helpless
In the street she stands and says
While the snowflakes fall around 'er
"Won't you buy my bootlaces?"

See him riding in a carriage
Past the gutter where she stands
He has made a stylish marriage
While she wrings her ringless hands

See him there at the theatre
In the front row with the best
While the girl that he has ruined
Entertains a sordid guest

See 'er on the bridge at midnight
She says "Farewell, blighted love"
There's a scream, a splash......Good 'eavens!
What is she a-doing of?

So they dragged 'er from the river
Water from 'er clothes they wrung
They all thought that she was drownded
But the corpse got up and sung

It's the same the whole world over
It's the poor what gets the blame
It's the rich what gets the pleasure
Ain't it all a bloomin' shame?

She Was Only Seventeen (He Was One Year More)
Composer(s): Marty Robbins
Performer(s): Marty Robbins; Ray Conniff



(Seventeen, and he was one year more)
(Seventeen, and he the girl adored)
(Seventeen)

She was only seventeen and he was one year more (Seventeen)
She loved him with all her heart, and he the girl adored
But all their friends believed they were too young to know the score
`Cause she was only seventeen and he was one year more (Seventeen)

Are they old enough to know if love will last for life (Seventeen)
Isn't he too young to be a husband, her a wife
Well, in the past I bet it's happened more than once before
When someone else was seventeen, another one year more

Do we have the right to question love that seems so strong
As long as God has no objections, there can be no wrong (Seventeen)

Let us be the first to wish them all the very best (Seventeen)
Let us hope their love is strong enough to meet the test
'Cause like I say, I bet it's happened more than once before
When someone else was seventeen, another one year more

(Do we have the right to question love that seems so strong)
(As long as God has no objection, there can be no wrong)
(Seventeen)

Let us be the first to wish them all the very best (Seventeen)
Let us hope their love is strong enough to meet the test
'Cause like I say, I bet it's happened more than once before
When someone else was seventeen, another one year more (Seventeen)

She Was Happy Till She Met You
Composer(s): Charles Graham; Monroe H. Rosenfeld
Performer(s): S.H. Dudley



'Twas a bright and sunny day
When a young wife went away from her husband
Who had wrung her heart with pain
On the table lay a note with the simple words she wrote 
"Good bye! I hope we'll never meet again" 
Unto her mother she returned 
The home for which she'd often yearned 
For every spark of love for him and fled
There he sought her out at last with repentance for the past
But her mother met him at the door and said

"I have come to say goodbye," said the husband with a sigh
"Just let me take her to my heart again" 
But the mother said: "Too late
All her love has turned to hate
So go your own way, your pleadings are in vain
"She is my wife!" the husband cried
"You shall not take her from my side 
The law forbids you part us we are wed!" 
"But you've broken every vow, she is yours no longer now
My daughter shall not go!" the mother said

She was happy till she met you
And the fault is all your own 
If she wishes to forget you
You will please let her alone
She has come to her old mother 
Just because there is no other
She'll be happy in her own sweet home

She Was Born To Be My Unicorn
Composer(s): Marc Bolan
Performer(s): T. Rex



She was born to be my Unicorn 
Robed head of ferns 
Cat child tutored by the learned

Darkly ghostish host 
Haggard vizier of the moats 
Seeks the sandled shores of Gods 
Baby of the moors

The night-mare's mauve mashed mind 
Sights the visions of the blinds 
Shoreside stream of steam 
Cooking kings in cream of scream

Jackdaw winter head 
Cleans his chalcedony bed 
A silken word of kind 
Was returned from Nijinsky Hind 

Giant of Inca hill 
Loosed his boar to gorely kill 
The dancing one horned waife 
In doublet of puffin-bill

The beast in feast of sound 
Kittened lamb on God's ground 
Ridden by the born of horn 
Jigged like a muse on life's lawn

She Wandered Through The Garden Fence
Composer(s): Gary Brooker; Keith Reid
Performer(s): Procol Harum



She wandered through the garden fence 
and said 'I've brought at great expense 
a potion guaranteed to bring 
relief from all your suffering' 
And though I said 'You don't exist' 
she grasped me firmly by the wrist 
and threw me down upon my back 
and strapped me to her torture rack 
And, without further argument 
I found my mind was also bent 
upon a course so devious 
it only made my torment worse 

She said, 'I see you cannot speak 
is it your voice that is too weak? 
Is it your tongue that is to blame? 
Maybe you cannot speak for shame 
Or has your brain been idle too 
and now it will not think for you?' 
I hastened to make my reply 
but found that I could only lie 
And like a fool I believed myself 
and thought I was somebody else 
But she could see what I was then 
and left me on my own again

She Thinks That She'll Marry
Composer(s): Judy Rodman; Duane Orender
Performer(s): Judy Rodman



He keeps her in diamonds, he brightens her days
He flies her in style to the cities he plays
But she's not aware that in every town
Others warm to his favours when she's not around

He took her to Paris, he took her to Spain
He took her for granted, wouldn't give her his name
She lives all alone in a house on a hill
An' thinks that she'll marry, but she never will

He told her that someday, he'd make her his own
They'd take a vacation together in Rome
Then she spoke these words, though they tore her apart:
"I'm tired of you playing these games with my heart"

"Oh, I've given you the best years of my life
You've given nothin', but maybe some lies
I've lived all alone in a house on a hill
Thinkin' we'd marry, but we never will"

So time brought it's wisdom, now clearly she sees
She's learned to be happy an' she loves bein' free
That he longs to hold her an' make her his wife
'Cause there was no happiness left in his life

She lives all alone in a house on a hill
With good friends an' good times, her life is filled
In his lonely mansion, he longs for her still
An' he thinks that she'll marry, but she never will

No, she never will

Quinta Del Sordo
Performer(s): Luis Eduardo Aute



Soñando que soñaba me encontré
al lado de un extraño personaje
un viejo entre el Capricho y el Desastre
fundido a una paleta y a un pincel

Pintaba, ensimismado, en la pared
un fresco con los locos más infames
revueltos en un sórdido aquelarre
o acaso un esperpéntico burdel

Quinta del sordo
casa de locos
el Sueño de la Razón
produce monstruos

En medio de la insólita reunión
batíase el de la Triste Figura
en duelo contra un órgano que Schumann
tocaba con la oreja de Van Gogh

Bailaba junto al fuego Maldoror
un vals con Luis II de Baviera
debajo de los pétalos que Ofelia
regaba desde un éxtasis de Artaud

Quinta del sordo
casa de locos
el Sueño de la Razón
produce montruos

Sufría una iluminación Rimbaud
y en ella se le aparecía Hamlet
montado a lomos del Marqués de Sade
tirado por Calígula y Nerón

Atada por el Capitán Ahab
dejábase violar Juana la Loca
por Hölderlin y Nietzche en plena euforia
un poco más allá del bien y el mal

Quinta del sordo
casa de locos
el Sueño de la Razón
produce monstruos

Transido por aquella bacanal
de reyes, criminales y poetas
caí desvanecido en aquella quimera
del otro lado de la realidad

De pronto aquella orgía se esfumó
y al despertar me vi mirando a Goya
dormido bajo el Reino de las Sombras
del sueño que soñaba mi razón

Quinta del sordo
casa de locos
el Sueño de la Razón
produce monstruos

She Thinks I Still Care
Composer(s): Dickey Lee
First release by: George Jones - 1962
Covered by multiple other artists



Just because I asked a friend about her
Just because I spoke her name somewhere
Just because I dialled her number by mistake today
She thinks I still care

Just because I haunt the same old places
Where the memory of her lingers everywhere
Just because I'm not the happy guy I used to be,
She thinks I still care

Oh if she's happy thinkin' I still need her
Then let that silly notion bring her cheer
Oh how could she ever be so foolish
And where would she get such an idea?

Just because I asked a friend about her
Just because I spoke her name somewhere
Just because I saw her, then went all to pieces
She thinks I still care
She thinks I still caaaaaaa-aaaaaaaaaaaaaaare

Quinto Patio
Composer(s): Luis Arcaraz; M. Molina Montes
Performer(s): Javier Solis;
and various other artists



Por vivir en quinto patio
desprecian mis besos
un cariño verdadero
sin mentiras, ni maldad

El amor cuando es sincero
se encuentra lo mismo
en las torres de un castillo
que en humilde vecindad

Nada me importa
que critiquen la humildad de mi cariño
el dinero no es la vida
es tan sólo vanidad

Y aunque ahora no me quieras
yo sé que algún día
me darás con tu cariño
toda la felicidad

Nada me importa
que critiquen la humildad de mi cariño
el dinero no es la vida
es tan sólo vanidad

Y aunque ahora no me quieras
yo sé que algún día
me darás con tu cariño
toda la felicidad

She Suits Me To A T
Composer(s): Buddy Guy
Performer(s): Buddy Guy; Jools Holland; Scott Holt



I got a good leg woman, she's alright with me
I got a good leg woman yeah, she's alright with me
She's a hip shakin' mama and she suits me, suits me to a Tee now

I never wanted for nothing
She bought me everything I needed
The good thing about her
She treats me like I wanna be treated
She's got a hip shakin' mama and she suits me, suits me to a Tee now

My baby she's so fine
She makes a blind man see
She's mine o mine yeah
Belongs to no one but me
She's got a hip shakin' mama and she suits me, suits me to a Tee now

Wow, tellin' about my baby
Nobody but my baby
She belongs to no one but me
And she's mine o mine

And I'm talkin' about my good babe
I'm talkin' about my gorgeous little girl
And she's alright now
Come say it she's all..., she's alright now
And she's something
Oh, she's something else

Quisiera
Composer(s): R. de León; M. Baratas; A. Areta
Performer(s): Raphael



En el jardin deshabitado
Sin el calor de tu presencia
El viento gris llora a mi lado
La melodia de tu ausencia

Quisiera sentir de nuevo la alegria
De ver tus ojos noche y dia
Apasionados por la espera
Quisiera estar presente entre tus cosas
Suspiros, pajaros y rosas
En tu jardin y en primavera

Cambiar presente por pasado
Y darte en todo la razon
Y ver mi amor alborotado
Mi solitario corazon

Quisiera contar contigo una por una
Todas las manchas de la luna
Como soliamos hacer

Quisiera volver de nuevo a tu querer

Maria's Kind
(Adapted from: Mary's Boy Child - 1956)
(Danish Version: Der Var Engang En Julenat - 1957)
Composer(s): Jester Hairston; Will Ferdy; Ernst van Altena
Performer(s): Jo Leemans - 1969
and multiple other artists



Heel lang geleden in Bethlehem
Zoals de Bijbel zegt
Werd Maria’s kind daar in een kribbe neergelegd
Luister toe wat  God u zegt
Door een engelenstem
Opdat de mens voor eeuwig leve
Daarom komt Jezus voor

Hoor nu komt de nieuwe Koning
Zong een engelenkoor
Opdat de mens vooreeuwig leve
Daar komt Jezus

Daar hielden herders in de buurt
Bij hun schaapjes trouw de wacht
Zij zagen plots een nieuwe ster
Schitteren in de nacht
Toen kwam Jozef en Maria
Ook naar Bethlehem
Maar er was in heel de stad
Geen enkele plaats voor hen

Hoor nu komt de nieuwe Koning
Zong een engelenkoor
Opdat de mens vooreeuwig leve
Daar komt Jezus

En eindelijk vonden zij een stal
Waar het eenzaam was en stil
Daar werd Maria’s kind gelegd
In een kribbe hard en kil
Heel lang geeden in Bethlehem
Zoals de Bijbel zegt
Werd Maria’s kind daar in een kribbe gelegd

Quisiera Ser El Aire
Composer(s): Luis Eduardo Aute
Performer(s): Luis Eduardo Aute



Quisiera ser el aire
para poder, para poder
quisiera ser el aire
para poder huir de mí

Quisiera ser el sol
para poder, para poder
quisiera ser el sol
para poder mirar a Dios

Quisiera ser el viento
para poder escuchar
la voz de los lamentos
que brotan de la humanidad

She Shall Have Music
Composer(s): Al Goodhart; Al Hoffman; Maurice Sigler
Performer(s): Jack Hylton   
and multiple other artists



She shall have music wherever she goes
With plenty of rhythm to tickle her toes
Wherever she goes, she shall have music

She shall have songbirds to sing her to sleep
With plenty of dream birds to count up her sheep
Awake or asleep, she shall have music

And while she's dreaming
I'll write a dream song
And I'll be hoping that
It will be our theme song

She shall have church bells to ring out in rhyme
So we can go marching in honeymoon time
She shall have music wherever she goes

Quit Hollerin' At Me
Composer(s): John Prine; Gary Nicholson
Performer(s): John Prine



I don't want your big French Fry
I don't want your car
I don't want to buy no soap
From no washed-up movie star
You are so much louder
Than the show I wanna hear
With your sugarless gum
Gee, but I'm dumb
Non-alcoholic beer
It's enough to make a grown man
Blow up his own TV
Quit hollerin' at me
Quit hollerin' at me

I heard you the first time
I heard myself say
Seems like the little woman
Is getting bigger every day
You don't have to tell the neighbors
A little silence ain't no sin
They already think my name is
Where in the hell you been?
Louder, louder, louder, louder, louder
Constantly
Quit hollerin' at me
Quit hollerin' at me
Whoa oh whoa oh
Sweet Serenity
Whoa oh whoa oh
Quit hollerin' at me
Quit hollerin' at me

Ain't it great at the end of the day
When there ain't no sound around
Just me and the fence post
Staring each other down
Nothing but a big bunch of nothing
Driving me insane
Cause there ain't no voice that's louder
Than the one inside my brain
Hey you go on
Go on and let me be
Quit hollerin' at me
Quit hollerin' at me
Whoa oh whoa oh
Sweet Serenity
Whoa oh whoa oh
Quit hollerin' at me
Quit hollerin' at me
Quit hollerin' at me
Quit hollerin' at me
Quit hollerin' at me

She Say (Oom Dooby Doom)
Composer(s): Mike Anthony; Barry Mann
Performer(s): The Diamonds



She say
A oom dooby doom
Dooby doom
Dooby, dooby doom
Dooby doom
Dooby doom
Dooby, dooby doom
Dooby doom
Dooby doom
Dooby, dooby doom, doom, doom

She say
A oom dooby doom
Dooby doom
Dooby, dooby doom
Dooby doom
Dooby doom
Dooby, dooby doom
Dooby doom
Dooby doom
Dooby, dooby doom, doom, doom

Boom, boom, boom
She say rock and I rock
She say roll and I roll
She say stroll and I stroll
Well, I keep doin' what she wants
She's the captain of my soul

She say
A oom dooby doom
Dooby doom
Dooby, dooby doom
Dooby doom
Dooby doom
Dooby, dooby doom
Dooby doom
Dooby doom
Dooby, dooby doom, doom, doom

Boom, boom, boom
She say hip and I hip
She say hop and I hop
She say pop and I pop
Well, I keep doin' what she wants
'Cause she's my only pop

She say
A oom dooby doom
Dooby doom
Dooby, dooby doom
Dooby doom
Dooby doom
Dooby, dooby doom
Dooby doom
Dooby doom
Dooby, dooby doom, doom, doom

Boom, boom, boom
She say move and I move
She say groove and I groove
She say bowl and I bowl
I keep doin' what she wants
'Cause I'm having such a ball

She say
A oom dooby doom
Dooby doom
Dooby, dooby doom
Dooby doom
Dooby doom
Dooby, dooby doom
Dooby doom
Dooby doom
Dooby, dooby doom, doom, doom

She say
A oom dooby doom
Dooby doom
Dooby, dooby doom
Dooby doom
Dooby doom
Dooby, dooby doom
Dooby doom
Dooby doom
Dooby, dooby doom, doom, doom

Quit Your Low Down Ways
Composer(s): Bob Dylan
Performer(s): The Hollies;
Peter, Paul & Mary; Bob Dylan;
Manfred Mann's Earth Band; Sebastian Cabot



Oh, you can read out your Bible
You can fall down on your knees, pretty mama
And pray to the Lord
But it ain't gonna do no good

You're gonna need
You're gonna need my help someday
Well, if you can't quit your sinnin'
Please quit your low down ways

Well, you can run down to the White House
You can gaze at the Capitol Dome, pretty mama
You can pound on the President's gate
But you oughta know by now it's gonna be too late

You're gonna need
You're gonna need my help someday
Well, if you can't quit your sinnin'
Please quit your low down ways

Well, you can run down to the desert
Throw yourself on the burning sand
You can raise up your right hand, pretty mama
But you better understand you done lost your one good man

You're gonna need
You're gonna need my help someday
Well, if you can't quit your sinnin'
Please quit your low down ways

And you can hitchhike on the highway
You can stand all alone by the side of the road
You can try to flag a ride back home, pretty mama
But you can't ride in my car no more

You're gonna need
You're gonna need my help someday
Well, if you can't quit your sinnin'
Please quit your low down ways

Oh, you can read out your Bible
You can fall down on your knees, pretty mama
And pray to the Lord
But it ain't gonna do no good

You're gonna need
You're gonna need my help someday
Well, if you can't quit your sinnin'
Please quit your low down ways