Shotgun
Composer(s): Autry DeWalt II
First release by: Jr. Walker & The All Stars - 1965
Covered by multiple other artists



I said, Shotgun shoot 'em for he runs now
Do the jerk baby
Do the jerk now
Hey!

Put on your red dress
And then you go downtown now
I said buy yourself a shotgun now
We're gonna break it down baby now
We're gonna load it up baby now
And then you shoot him for he runs now

I said,Shotgun shoot em for he runs now
Do the jerk baby
Do the jerk now
Hey!

I said,Shotgun shoot em for he runs now
Do the jerk baby
Do the jerk now
Hey!

Put on your high heels shoes
I said we're goin' down here listen to em play blues
We're gonna dig potatoes
We're gonna pick tomatoes

I said,Shotgun shoot em for he runs now
Do the jerk baby
Do the jerk now
Hey!

I said it's Twine Time
I said it's Twine Time
I said it's Twine Time
Hey!

The Reindeer Boogie
Composer(s): Hank Snow; Charlie "Peanut" Faircloth; Cordia Volkmar
Performer(s): Hank Snow; 
Trisha Yearwood; Dan Neale



Santa had a cup of coffee and he ate a little snack
Thru his pack right over his back
Open the windows of his little shack
And Shouted Oh Dasher and Dancer
Vixen and Blitzen come on here
Were gonna get a-going and spread some cheer
So limber your legs and sharpen your hooves
'Cause tonight is the night were gonna jump on the roof

Well the reindeer they were so proud and grand
To take another trip all over the land
They jumped right into thier proper place
To get hepped up for that midnight race

Ol' Santa he shook off the ice and snow
Boarded his sleigh and then yelled "Lets go!"
All the little toys were happy too cause they were so bright and new
A little piano then started to play
Oh Santa began to swing and sway
Thought he heard a toy drum starting to beat
But he found it was just the rhythm of the reindeer feet

The reindeer boogied in the middle of the road
Tonight we have a mighty big load
Dont boogie to the left, now boogie to the right
Do the reindeer boogie this Christmas eve night

Shot Down In The Night
Composer(s): Steve Swindells
Performer(s): Hawkwind; Steve Swindells



Numbers called as they're waiting in a line
Camouflaged like a jungle snake
Acting tough, just enough
'Til they start to break
Then they're off with a rush of adrenalin
Holding on to a world unseen
The only sound is the pumping of the great machine

The secret's only for a few
Superpower looks down on you
Someone's watching every move
You can break the lock and turn on the light
You know your danger feelings are right
Try to run or put up a fight
You'll be shot down in the night
Shot down like an animal

See them run like rats from the factory
Push them out to the twilight zone
Let them feed on their needs
'Til they're overthrown
Take them up to a place in the gallery
Show them God with an angel face
Curtain call for the fall
Of the Human race

Play it straight and it seems like a mystery
Tell the truth and it sounds like lies
Looking down at the ground
With your angry eyes
Play the game and you'll see there's a difference
Join the ranks and you'll get your kicks
See the world, and the girls, and the dirty tricks

The secret's only for a few
Superpower looks down on you
Someone's watching every move
You can break the lock and turn on the light
You know your danger feelings are right
Try to run or put up a fight
You'll be shot down in the night
Shot down like an animal

The Real Twelve Days Of Christmas



On the first day of Christmas, Jesus gave to me Salvation full and free

On the second day of Christmas, Jesus gave to me Everlasting life
and Salvation full and free

On the third day of Christmas, Jesus gave to me Peace in my Heart
Everlasting Life, and Salvation full and free

On the fourth day of Christmas, Jesus gave to me Love for all men
Peace in my heart, Everlasting life, and Salvation full and free

On the fifth day of Christmas, Jesus gave to me Joy for my soul
Love for all men, Peace in my heart, Everlasting Life, and Salvation full and free

On the sixth day of Christmas, Jesus gave to me Power from on high
Joy for my soul, Love for all men, Peace in my heart, Everlasting Life 
and Salvation full and free

On the seventh day of Christmas, Jesus gave to me A Body Glorified
Power from on high, Joy for my soul, Love for all men, Peace in my heart 
Everlasting Life, and Salvation full and free

On the eighth day of Christmas, Jesus gave to me A Robe and a Crown
A Body Glorified, Power from on high, Joy for my soul, Love for all men 
Peace in my heart, Everlasting Life, and Salvation full and free

On the ninth day of Christmas, Jesus gave to me Mansions above 
A Robe and a Crown, A body Glorified, Power from on high, Joy for my soul 
Love for all men, Peace in my heart, Everlasting Life, and Salvation full and free

On the tenth day of Christmas, Jesus gave to me Streets of pure gold 
Mansions above, A Robe and a Crown, A Body Glorified, Power from on high 
Joy for my soul, Love for all men, Peace in my heart, Everlasting Life 
and Salvation full and free

On the eleventh day of Christmas, Jesus gave to me A thousand songs to sing 
Streets of pure gold, Mansions above, A Robe and a Crown, A Body Glorified 
Power from on high, Joy for my soul, Love for all men, Peace in my heart 
Everlasting Life, and Salvation full and free

On the twelfth day of Christmas, Jesus gave to me
Eternity that's free
A thousand songs to sing
Streets of pure gold
Mansions above
A Robe and A Crown
A Body Glorified
Power from on high
Joy for my soul
Love for all men
Peace in my heart
Everlasting life
and Salvation full and free!

Shorty George
Composer(s): Jerome Kern; Johnny Mercer
Performer(s): Fred Astaire, Rita Hayworth, Quinn Lemley



Just heard of the Shorty George
Got word of the Shorty George
Seems that it's a kind of jig  
Named for someone about so big

He rambles around the town
Preambles around the town
Then stops on a crowded street 
'n beats his feet till his feet is beat

Watch him go! - and he can -
Like a real - nach'-l man
High Stepper is Shorty George
Black pepper is Shorty George

He dances to pay the rent
And to see that you're solid sent
Mister can you spare a penny?
Lady can you spare a dime? 

He makes, I don't know how many
'Cause he's dancin' all the time. 
Popa's dressed up mighty sporty
Momma's snooz-in' in the shade

But while mommas's catchin' "forty"
Shorty sees the rent is paid
Get hip to the Shorty George
Hop, skip to the "Shorty George"

Directions are short and sweet
Beat your feet till your feet is beat
So catch-on to "Shorty George" 
And latch onto "Shorty George"

Good people I'm tellin' you
"Shorty George" is the dance to do

The Peace Carol
Composer(s): Bob Beers
Performer(s): John Denver;
and various other artists



The garment of life, be it tattered and torn
The cloak of the soldier is weathered and worn
But what Child is this that was poverty-born
The peace of Christmas Day

The branch that bears the bright holly
The dove that rests in yonder tree
The light that shines for all to see
The peace of Christmas Day

The hope that has slumbered for two thousand years
A promise that silenced a thousand fears
A faith that can hobble an ocean of tears
The peace of Christmas Day

The branch that bears the bright holly
The dove that rests in yonder tree
The light that shines for all to see
The peace of Christmas Day

Add all the grief that people may bear
Total the strife and the trouble and care
Put them in columns and leave them right there
The peace of Christmas Day

The branch that bears the bright holly
The dove that rests in yonder tree
The light that shines for all to see
The peace of Christmas Day

The branch that bears the bright holly
The dove that rests in yonder tree
The light that shines for all to see
The peace of Christmas Day

Short People
(Dutch Version: Fordbazen - 2003)
Composer(s): Randy Newman
First release by: Randy Newman - 1977
Covered by multiple other artists



Short People got no reason
Short People got no reason
Short People got no reason
To live

They got little hands
And little eyes
And they walk around
Tellin' great big lies
They got little noses
And tiny little teeth
They wear platform shoes
On their nasty little feet

Well, I don't want no Short People
Don't want no Short People
Don't want no Short People
Round here

Short People are just the same
As you and I
(A Fool Such As I)
All men are brothers
Until the day they die
(It's A Wonderful World)

Short People got nobody
Short People got nobody
Short People got nobody
To love

They got little baby legs
And they stand so low
You got to pick 'em up
Just to say hello
They got little cars
That got beep, beep, beep
They got little voices
Goin' peep, peep, peep
They got grubby little fingers
And dirty little minds
They're gonna get you every time

Well, I don't want no Short People
Don't want no Short People
Don't want no Short People
'Round here 

The Pause Of Mr. Claus
Composer(s): Arlo Guthrie
Performer(s): Arlo Guthrie



Why do you sit there so strange?
Is it because you are beautiful?
You must think you are deranged 
Why do police guys beat on peace guys?

You must think Santa Claus weird 
He has long hair and a beard 
Giving his presents for free 
Why do police guys mess with peace guys? 

Let's get Santa Claus 'cause
Santa Claus has a red suit 
He's a communist 
And a beard and long hair must be a pacifist 
What's in that pipe that he's smoking?

Mister Claus sneaks in your house at night 
He must be a dope fiend, to put you up tight 
Why do police guys beat on peace guys?

Fordbazen
(Adapted from: Short People - 1977)
Composer(s): Randy Newman; Karel Vereertbrugghen
Performer(s): Patrick Riguelle & Paul Poelmans - 2003



Fordbazen zijn meevoelend
Fordbazen zijn meevoelend
Fordbazen zijn meevoelend beleefd

Ze zijn aangeslagen
Aangedaan
Krop in de keel
Een snik en snottertraan
'En ja, 't is een ramp
Voor u en uw gezin
Maar wie nu heel braaf is
Komt er straks misschien weer in'

(ja die) Fordbazen zijn zeer hip
Fordbazen zijn zeer hip
Fordbazen zijn zeer hypocriet

Fordbazen zijn mensen zoals jij en ik
Zo lief en zo schoon
Ze zijn onze vrienden tot hun laatste snik
Maar aan een veel hoger loon

Fordbazen zijn welwillend
Fordbazen zijn welwillend
Fordbazen zijn welwillend beleefd

'Echt waar,'t ligt niet aan mij
't Ligt aan de conjunctuur
Echt waar, zo zonder werk
Dat went wel op de duur
Echt waar, u bent bedankt
Maar u kan er niet meer bij
In't belang van 't algemeen
En vooral in dat van mij
Echt waar, u was heel goed
Maar u heeft pech gehad
Mijn welgemeend excuus voor de stamp onder uw gat'

(ja die) Fordbazen zijn zeer hip
Fordbazen zijn zeer hip
Fordbazen zijn zeer hypocriet

The Only Gift
Composer(s): Christensen; Franzell
Performer(s): *NSync



I was making my list
I was checking it twice
In the middle of this I got tears in my eyes
For in my foolish heart there was one simple truth
The only gift I wanted was you
I was trimming the tree
I was stringing the lights
While the radio played "Silent Night"
There were presents you sent
Though there were quite a few
The only gift I wanted was you
You need to be home with me, alone with me
Holding me next to the Christmas tree
Kissing under the mistletoe
As candles glow
Please come home soon
It's not the same without you
As the bitter-sweet night had come to an end
I was saying goodbye to our family and friends
And they all wished me well
And I knew that I knew
The only gift I wanted was you
You need to be home with me, alone with me
Holding me next to the Christmas tree
Kissing under the mistletoe
As candles glow
Please come home soon
It's not the same without you
Deck the halls with boughs of holly
Fa la la la la la la
Ohhhhh, Ohhhhh
The only gift I wanted was you
You need to be home with me, alone with me
Holding me next to the Christmas tree
Kissing under the mistletoe
As candles glow
Please come home soon
It's not the same without you
I was making my list
I was checking it twice
In the middle of this, I got tears in my eyes
For in my wishful heart, there was one simple truth
The only gift I wanted was you
For in my wishful heart, there was one simple truth
The only gift I wanted was you

Short Fat Fannie
Composer(s): Larry Williams
First release by: Larry Williams - 1957
Covered by multiple other artists



I was slippin' and slidin' with a long tall Sally 
Peekin' and a hidin', duck back in the alley 
Don't wanna rip it up, don't wanna dance with Annie 
I've got a brand new lover name is Short Fat Fannie 

One day while I was visit'n at HeartBreak Hotel 
Thats where I met Fannie and she sure looked swell 
I told her that I loved her and I'd never leave 
She put her arms around me, gave me fever 

She's my tutti frutti, I love the child so 
She watch me like a hound dog everywhere I go 
Whenever I'm around her I'm on my p's and q's 
She might step on my blue suede shoes 

Well at a honky tonk party just the other night 
Fannie got jealous and she started a fight 
At the club I was dancin with MaryLou 
I had to call Jim Dandy to the rescue 

Short Fat Fannie she's my hearts desire 
Short Fat Fannie sets my soul on fire 
On Monday we were married on Blueberry Hill 
Now we're so happy and I love her still 

She's my tutti frutti, I love the child so 
She watch me like a hound dog everywhere I go 
Whenever I'm around her I'm on my p's and q's 
She might step on my blue suede shoes 

Well at a honky tonk party just the other night 
Fannie got jealous and she started a fight 
At the club I was dancin with MaryLou 
I had to call Jim Dandy to the rescue

The Old Man's Back In Town
Composer(s): Larry Bastian; Randy Taylor; Garth Brooks
Performer(s): Garth Brooks



Hey, the old man's back in town
He's spreadin' cheer around
He's come a long, long way
With his reindeer and his sleigh
He's bringing lots of toys
For all good girls and boys
So spread the news around
Yeah the old man's back in town

He's been waitin' all year long
Just to bring his gifts to you
All the elves and Mrs. Claus
Have been waitin' all year too
Now they're hookin' up his reindeer
And they're loadin' down his sleigh
So take my advice you best be nice
'Cause the old man's on his way

Repeat Chorus:

Now the mistletoe is hung
And the tree is all a glow
The carolers have sung
Every Christmas song they know
And the kids are all in bed now
With Santa on their mind
So the scene is set and you an bet
He'll show up anytime

Repeat Chorus:

Everybody gather 'round
'Cause the old man's back in town

Shores Of Old California
Composer(s): Ralph D. Tompkins



Golden Gate 
I have been dreaming of you
Of your wondrous land
Of your silver sand
Golden Gate
You're like an old friend that's true
I miss your dear old shores
I will miss your open doors

Golden Gate
I miss your mountains so green
All your wondrous scenes
I see in my dreams
Golden Gate
You bring back scenes of childhood
Oh, how I long for you
You make me feel so blue

Shores of old California 
How I miss you
Miss your waves of blue
And your roses too
Flowers sweet don't surround me
As in days of yore
Southern shores of old California 
I'm coming back once more

The Night Santa Went Crazy
Composer(s): "Weird Al" Yankovic
Performer(s): "Weird Al" Yankovic



Down in the workshop all the elves were makin' toys
For the good Gentile girls and the good Gentile boys
When the boss busted in, nearly scared 'em half to death
Had a rifle in his hands and cheap whiskey on his breath
From his beard to his boots he was covered with ammo
Like a big fat drunk disgruntled Yuletide Rambo
And he smiled as he said with a twinkle in his eye
"Merry Christmas to all - now you're all gonna die!"

The night Santa went crazy
The night St. Nick went insane
Realized he'd been gettin' a raw deal
Something finally must have snapped in his brain

Well, the workshop is gone now, he decided to bomb it
Everywhere you'll find pieces of Cupid and Comet
And he tied up his helpers and he held the elves hostage
And he ground up poor Rudolph into reindeer sausage
He got Dancer and Prancer with an old German Luger
And he slashed up Dasher just like Freddy Krueger
And he picked up a flamethrower and he barbequed Blitzen
And he took a big bite and said, "It tastes just like chicken!"

The night Santa went crazy
The night Kris Kringle went nuts
Now you can't hardly walk around the North Pole
Without steppin' in reindeer guts

There's the National Guard and the F.B.I.
There's a van from the Eyewitness News
And helicopters circlin' 'round in the sky
And the bullets are flyin', the body count's risin'
And everyone's dyin' to know, oh Santa, why?
My my my my my my
You used to be such a jolly guy

Yes, Virginia, now Santa's doin' time
In a federal prison for his infamous crime
Hey, little friend, now don't you cry no more tears
He'll be out with good behavior in 700 more years
But now Vixen's in therapy and Donner's still nervous
And the elves all got jobs working for the postal service
And they say Mrs. Clause, she's on the phone every night
With her lawyer negotiating the movie rights

They're talkin' bout - the night Santa went crazy
The night St. Nicholas flipped
Broke his back for some milk and cookies
Sounds to me like he was tired of gettin' gypped

Wo, the night Santa went crazy
The night St. Nick went insane
Realized he's gettin' a raw deal
Something finally must have snapped in his brain
Wo, something finally must have snapped in his brain
Tell ya, something finally must have snapped... in his brain

Shopping
Composer(s): Paul Weller
Performer(s): The Jam



High town, high street connection
With clothes at the top of my list
You could steal things from the jewellery department
But you can't take kind or steal a kiss 

As I flit from shop window to window
I'm trying to pick up a friendly bargain
But it's not like the adverts all make out
And there's no one to greet you as a friend 

I dress myself for the part
I smile but it just don't work
Something about my face, must just be the wrong shape
I better try another brand pretty quick 

I dress myself for the part
I smile but it just don't work
Something about my face, must just be the wrong shape
I better try another brand pretty quick 

I'm haunted by the colours and hoardings a reminder that I must be inadequate
High town, high street connection
With clothes at the top of my list

The Night Is Christmas Eve
Composer(s): L. Cuatros
Performer(s): The Brothers Four



Esta noche Nochebuena y mañana Navidad
Cantarle con la guitarra, empecemos a cantar
Una pandereta buena y no sé por dónde irá
Camina para Belén, más arriba la alborada

En el portal de Belén ayer se vio sol y luna
La Virgen y don José y el Niño está en la cuna
La mula regruñe, se vuelve, patea
Y el niño de Dios dormido se queda

Claveles y rosas la cuna adornan
Y ¿en tanto? su nombre diciéndole está

Shoppin' For Clothes
Composer(s): Kent Harris; Jerry Leiber; Mike Stoller
First release by: The Coasters - 1960
Covered by multiple other artists



I was shopping for a suit the other day
And walked into the department store
I stepped on the elevator and told the girl
"Dry goods floor"

When I got off I saw a salesman was coming to me
He said "Now, what can I do for you"
I said "Well go in there and show me all the sport's clothes
Like you're supposed to"

He said, "Well, sure, come on in buddy
Dig these fabrics we got laid out on the shelf"
He said "Pick yourself out one
Try it on, stand in the mirror and dig yourself"

Ohhhhhh...That suit's pure herringbone
Ohhhhhh...Yeah, that's a suit I'd like to own
Ohhhhhh...Buddy, that suit is you
Ohhhhhh...Yeah, I believe it too

I see for the business man you feature the natural shoulder
That retail, wholesale indeed
It's got the custom cuffs and the walking short
He said "And I'm gonna let you have at a steal"

And for the playboy you have the latest in tweed
With the cut-away flap over twice
It's a box-back, two button western model
He said, "Now ain't that nice"

Ohhhhhh...Them buttons are solid gold
Ohhhhhh...You made a deal, sold
Ohhhhhh...That collar's pure camel hair
Ohhhhhh...Well, you can just set it down right in that chair

Now you go back there and you get that paper and let me sign on the dotted line
And I'll make sure I get all my payments in right on time
Hey wait a minute buddy, let me go back there and do a little checking on you
Then the man come back, he said "I'm sorry my man but your credit didn't go through"
Why, what you mean

Ohhhhhh...Ain't this a shame
Ohhhhhh...My heart's in pain
Ohhhhhh...Pure, pure herringbone
Ohhhhhh...That's a suit you'll never own
Oh, Lord have mercy

The Night Before Christmas
Composer(s): Sam Hogin; Nelson Larkin; Jim McBride
Performer(s): Alabama



Ribbons and paper cover the floor
It's been a great Christmas, with presents galore
Everyone's happy and I'm happy too
Oh, what a night (Oh, what a night)
Oh, what a night (Oh, what a night)
The night before Christmas I had with you

Frost on the window, snow on the ground
Holiday spirit, holiday sounds
Everyone's thankful and I'm thankful too
Oh, what a night (Oh, what a night)
Oh, what a night (Oh, what a night)
The night before Christmas I had with you

It all started underneath that mistletoe
While we were waiting up just to help old Santa Claus
We were making merry in ways we'd never thought of
When we heard those sleigh bells and old Santa almost caught us

We didn't take no pictures, but I still remember
One very special twenty-fourth day of December
Oh, what a night (Oh, what a night)
Oh, what a night (Oh, what a night)
The night before Christmas I had with you

It all started underneath that mistletoe
While we were waiting up just to help old Santa Claus
We were making merry in ways we'd never thought of
When we heard those sleigh bells and old Santa almost caught us

If we don't do this next year, Honey, I'm sure gonna miss it
Why don't we make it a new Yuletide tradition
Oh, what a night (Oh, what a night)
Oh, what a night (Oh, what a night)
The night before Christmas I had with you
Oh, what a night (Oh, what a night)
Oh, what a night (Oh, what a night)
The night before Christmas I had with you

Oh, Merry Christmas, Baby, I love you so much
(What a night) Oh, what a night
(What a night) Ummm, what a night
(What a night) Oh, what a night
(What a night) The night before Christmas
(What a night) I spent it with you
(What a night) Oh, what a night
(What a night) The night before......

Shop Around 
Composer(s): William "Smokey" Robinson; Berry Gordy
First release by: The Miracles - 1960
Covered by multiple other artists



Just because you've become a young woman now
There's still some things that you don't understand now
Before you ask some guy for his hand now
Keep your freedom for as long as you can now
My mama told me
You better shop around

There's some things that I want you to know now
Just as sure as the wind's gonna blow now
The men will come and the men are gonna go now
Before you tell 'em that you love 'em so now
My mama told me
You better shop around

Try to get yourself a bargain, girl
Don't be sold on the very first one
Good-looking guys come a dime a dozen
Try to find you one who's gonna give you true loving

Before you take a man and say I do now 
Make sure he's in love with you now
Make sure that his love is true now
I hate to see you feeling sad and blue now
My mama told me
You better shop around

The Most Wonderful Time Of The Year
Composer(s): Eddie Pola; George Wyle
Performer(s): Andy Williams;
and various other artists



It's the most wonderful time of the year
With the kids jingle belling
And everyone telling you "Be of good cheer"
It's the most wonderful time of the year

It's the hap -happiest season of all
With those holiday greetings and gay happy meetings
When friends come to call
It's the hap - happiest season of all

There'll be parties for hosting
Marshmallows for toasting
Caroling out in the snow
There'll be scary ghost stories
And tales of the glories of
Christmases long, long ago
Long ago

It's the most wonderful time of the year
There'll be much mistltoeing
And hearts will be glowing
When love ones are near
It's the most wonderful time of the year

There'll be parties for hosting
Marshmallows for toasting
And caroling out in the snow
There'll be scary ghost stories
And tales of the glories of
Christmases long, long ago

It's the most wonderful time of the year
There'll be much mistltoeing
And hearts will be glowing
When love ones are near
It's the most wonderful time
Yes the most wonderful time
It's the most wonderful time of the year