Sheep 
Composer(s): Roger Waters
First release by: Pink Floyd - 1977



Harmlessly passing your time in the grassland away
Only dimly aware of a certain unease in the air
You better watch out
There may be dogs about
I've looked over Jordan, and I have seen
Things are not what they seem

What do you get for pretending the danger's not real
Meek and obedient you follow the leader
Down well trodden corridors into the valley of steel
What a surprise!
A look of terminal shock in your eyes
Now things are really what they seem
No, this is no bad dream

The Lord is my shepherd, I shall not want
He makes me down to lie
Through pastures green He leadeth me the silent waters by
With bright knives He releaseth my soul
He maketh me to hang on hooks in high places
He converteth me to lamb cutlets
For lo, He hath great power, and great hunger
When cometh the day we lowly ones
Through quiet reflection, and great dedication
Master the art of karate
Lo, we shall rise up
And then we'll make the bugger's eyes water

Bleating and babbling I fell on his neck with a scream
Wave upon wave of demented avengers 
March cheerfully out of obscurity into the dream

Have you heard the news?
The dogs are dead!
You better stay home
And do as you're told
Get out of the road if you want to grow old

Sheena Is A Punk Rocker
Composer(s): Douglas Colvin; John Cummings; Joey Ramone; Thomas Erdelyi
First release by: The Ramones - 1977
Covered by multiple other artists



Well the kids are all hooped up and ready to go
They're ready to go now
They're got their surfboards
And they're goning to the discotheque a go go
But she just couldn't stay
She had to break away
Well New York City really has it all
Oh yeah, oh yeah
Shenna is a punk rocker
Sheena is a punk rocker
Shenna is a punk rocker
Shenna is a punk rocker now
She's a punk punk, a punk rocker
Punk punk, a punk rocker...

She'd Rather Be Homeless
Composer(s): Anne Dailey; Shel Silverstein
Performer(s): Old Dogs; Marley's Ghost



It was our twenty-fifth anniversary
And I was watching the Super Bowl
When suddenly she started cursing me
Hell, I almost dropped my remote control
And she said "That's that!" and grabbed her hat
And headed out into the snow
And that was almost two long years ago....

Now see her shuffling down the street
Combat boots on her dainty feet
Pushing her belongings in a cart from the A&P
See her bumming cigarettes,
On the sidewalk where she sits
Lord, she'd rather be homeless, than here at home with me

She'd rather be sleeping in some doorway
Than lolling in the lap of luxury
And when the cold wind starts to blow
Lord, it hurts me so to know
She'd rather be homeless, than here at home with me

She said all my friends were dumb
And she called me "Yuppee scum!"
She said she didn't give a damn 'bout my BMW or my AT&T
She said to take these credit cards of mine,
And stick'm where the sun don't shine
Cause she'd rather be homeless, than here at home with me

I see her sitting on her full length mink
And as I walk by she winks
Saying "Spare some change for a lady, a lady who's finally free"
She don't want my bonds and stocks,
Living in her cardboard box
Oh, She'd rather be homeless, than here at home with me

She'd rather eat soup down at the shelter
Than at the Country Club sipping fine Chablis
And as I throw her a dime
Lord, it breaks this heart of mine to know
She'd rather be homeless, than here at home with me

Yes, she'd rather be homeless, than here at home with me

She Works Hard For The Money 
Composer(s): Donna Summer; Michael Omartian
First release by: Donna Summer - 1983



She works hard for the money
So hard for it, honey
She works hard for the money 
So you better treat her right

Onetta here in the corner stand and wonders where she is
And it's strange to her, some people seem to have everything
9 am on the hour hand and she's waiting for the bell
And she's looking real pretty 
She's waiting for her clientele

She works hard for the money 
So hard for it, honey
She works hard for the money 
So you better treat her right

Twentyeight years have come and gone
And she's seen a lot of tears of the ones who come in
They really seem to need her there
It's a sacrifice working day to day
For little money just tips for pay
But it's worth it all just to hear them say that they care

She works hard for the money 
So hard for it, honey
She works hard for the money 
So you better treat her right

She already knows she's seen her bad times
She already knows these are the good times
She'll never sell out, she never will, not for a dollar bill
She works haaaaard.........

She works hard for the money 
So hard for it, honey
She works hard for the money 
So you better treat her right

She Wore A Yellow Ribbon  
Composer(s): M. Ottner; Leroy Parker; Traditional
Performer(s): The Andrews Sisters; Russ Morgan



Round her neck she wore a yellow ribbon
She wore it in the winter 
And the merry month of May
When I asked her 
Why the yellow ribbon?
She said 
It’s for my lover who is far far away

Far away, far away, far away, far away
She said 
It’s for my lover who is far far away
Far away, far away, far away, far away
She said 
It’s for my lover who is far far away

When, at first, she met a winsome Johnny
He wasn’t sure her heart was pure
Her eyes were far too bold
So, round her neck
He tied a yellow ribbon
He tied a yellow ribbon
‘Cause it matched her hair of gold

Hair of gold, hair of gold
He tied a yellow ribbon
‘Cause it matched her hair of gold
Hair of gold, hair of gold
He tied a yellow ribbon
For her eyes were far too bold

If, perchance, you spy a lovely maiden
And by her side, there walks with pride
A Johnny strong and gay
And round her neck there is a yellow ribbon
No matter how you love her
Please stay far far away

Far away, far away, far away, far away
No matter how you love her
Please stay far far away
Far away, far away, far away, far away
Her love is for another
So stay far far away
Far far away

Round her neck she wore a yellow ribbon
She wore it in the winter 
And the merry month of May
When I asked her 
Why the yellow ribbon?
She said 
It’s for my lover who is far far away

Far away, far away, far away, far away
She said 
It’s for my lover who is far far away
Far away, far away, far away, far away
She said 
It’s for my lover who is far far away

Far far away
For her lover who is far far away
Round her neck she wore a yellow ribbon
She wore it in the winter 
And the merry month of May
When I asked her 
Why the yellow ribbon?
She said 
It’s for my lover who is far far away

Far away, far away, far away, far away
She said 
It’s for my lover who is far far away
Far away, far away, far away, far away
She said 
It’s for my lover who is far far away

When, at first, she met a winsome Johnny
He wasn’t sure her heart was pure
Her eyes were far too bold
So, round her neck
He tied a yellow ribbon
He tied a yellow ribbon
‘Cause it matched her hair of gold

Hair of gold, hair of gold
He tied a yellow ribbon
‘Cause it matched her hair of gold
Hair of gold, hair of gold
He tied a yellow ribbon
For her eyes were far too bold

If, perchance, you spy a lovely maiden
And by her side, there walks with pride
A Johnny strong and gay
And round her neck there is a yellow ribbon
No matter how you love her
Please stay far far away

Far away, far away, far away, far away
No matter how you love her
Please stay far far away
Far away, far away, far away, far away
Her love is for another
So stay far far away
Far far away

Round her neck she wore a yellow ribbon
She wore it in the winter 
And the merry month of May
When I asked her 
Why the yellow ribbon?
She said 
It’s for my lover who is far far away

Far away, far away, far away, far away
She said 
It’s for my lover who is far far away
Far away, far away, far away, far away
She said 
It’s for my lover who is far far away

Far far away
For her lover who is far far away

She Will Have Her Way
Composer(s): Neil Finn
Performer(s): Neil Finn



I might be old but I'm someone new she said
I'm so sore that I could cry always
in the night lay your tired arms
she will have her way
somehow I will still believe her
it's the life I've been frightened of she said
deathly silence and especially the dark
feels like I am heavy and my spirit has died
she will have her way
somehow I will still believe her
she will have her way
one day I will come back
still no end in sight
though I travel far and wide
a dying man is doing time
thinker, soldier terrified
and she will have her way
somehow I will still believe her
she will have her way
one day I will come back

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