A Song For Donny
((Adapted from: This Christmas (by Donny Hathaway) - 1971))
Composer(s): Donny Hathaway; Nadine McKinnor; Carrie Lucas
Performer(s): The Whispers - 1979



People speak your name
And think what a shame you're gone
Still they know
What you've left behind
Lives in our hearts and minds
Today and tomorrow

The clouds of darkness came your way
You've given us a brighter day
And your music will be
So very, very special to me

Sometimes wealth and fame
Whispered, "Play my game"
But you, yes, you refused to
Genius touched your soul
Fortune not your gold
God's gift is what changed you

A voice like silk would weave your spell
And words of life, oh, only you tell
And your music is gonna be
Very, very special to me

In life's fleeting glance
Few have met the chance to give
All they can
And though short you stay
Before you went away with them
Now you stand

Listening to your sounds of joy
I thank one shy, ghetto boy
And your music will always be
So very, very special to me

Said I love you, Donny
And you're gonna always be
Very, very, very special to me
Gonna miss one shy, little ghetto boy
This is a song for you

Said I love you, Donny, and I miss you, Donny
You're gonna always be a friend to me
Miss you, Donny
Yeah, I miss you, Donny

Alone Again (Naturally)
((Dutch Version: 1948 (by Gerard Cox) - 1972))
Composer(s): Gilbert O'Sullivan
First release by: Gilbert O'Sullivan - 1972
Covered by multiple other artists



In a little while from now
If I'm not feeling any less sour
I promise myself to treat myself
And visit a nearby tower
And climbing to the top will throw myself off
In an effort to make it clear to whoever
What it's like when you're shattered
Left standing in the lurch at a church
Where people saying: "My God, that's tough"
"She stood him up"
"No point in us remaining"
"We may as well go home"
As I did on my own
Alone again, naturally

To think that only yesterday
I was cheerful, bright and gay 
Looking forward to who wouldn't do
The role I was about to play ?
But as if to knock me down
Reality came around
And without so much as a mere touch
Cut me into little pieces
Leaving me to doubt
Talk about God in His mercy
Who if He really does exist
Why did He desert me?
In my hour of need
I truly am indeed
Alone again, naturally

It seems to me that there are more hearts
Broken in the world that can't be mended
Left unattended
What do we do? What do we do?

Alone again, naturally

Looking back over the years
And whatever else that appears
I remember I cried when my father died
Never wishing to hide the tears
And at sixty-five years old
My mother, God rest her soul
Couldn't understand why the only man
She had ever loved had been taken
Leaving her to start with a heart so badly broken
Despite encouragement from me
No words were ever spoken
And when she passed away
I cried and cried all day
Alone again, naturally
Alone again, naturally

Shotgun Boogie
Composer(s): Tennessee Ernie Ford
First release by: Tennessee Ernie Ford - 1950
Covered by multiple other artists



There it stands in the corner with the barrel so straight
I looked out the window and over the gate
The big, fat rabbits are a-jumpin' in the grass
Wait'll they hear my old shotgun blast
Shotgun Boogie, I done saw your tracks 
Look out Mr. Rabbit when I cock my hammer back

Well, over on the ridge is a scaly bark
Hick'ry nuts so big you can see 'em in the dark
The big fat squirrels they scratch and they bite
I'll be on that ridge before daylight
Shotgun Boogie, all I need is one shot
Look out bushy tail, tonight you'll be in the pot

Well, I met a pretty gal, she was tall and thin
I asked her what she had, she said: "A Fox Four-Ten"
I looked her up and down and said: "Boy, this is love"
So we headed for the brush to shoot a big fat dove
Shotgun Boogie, boy the feathers flew
Look out Mister Dove when she draws a bead on you

I sat down on a log, took her on my lap
She said, "Wait a minute, bub, you got to see my Pap
He's got a sixteen-gauge choked down like a rifle
He don't like a man that's a-gonna trifle" 
Shotgun Boogie, draws a bead so fine 
Look out big boy, he's loaded all the time

Well, I called on her Pap like a gentleman oughta
He said: "No brush hunter's gonna get my daughter"
He cocked back the hammer right on the spot
When the gun went off, I outran the shot
Shotgun Boogie, I wanted wedding bells
I'll be back little gal, when your pappy runs out of shells

The Secret Of Giving
Composer(s): Rick Bowles; Sunny Russ
Performer(s): Reba McEntire



In this life we all go through hard times
When we struggle and pray for a lifeline
Just needing someone
To show us the way

To you the glass might seem half empty
But it's half full to those without any
So hold on to hope
And try to have faith
Oh, you've got to have faith

If there's just one secret to living
Whoever you are
It's learning the meaning of giving
With an open heart
With an open heart

If you offer the best part of yourself
Even when you don't have anything else
Honest and true
It'll come back to you
Love comes back to you

If there's just one secret to living
Whoever you are
It's learning the meaning of giving
With an open heart
With an open heart

With your arms wide open
The world opens wide
And you'll believe it deep inside

That there's just one secret to living
Whoever you are
It's finding that true joy in giving
With an open heart
With an open heart
 
								

Shotgun
Composer(s): Serge Gainsbourg
Performer(s): Serge Gainsbourg



Je te lime jusqu'au sang
Mais je sens que jamais tu n'ressens
Mon
Shotgun
Non jamais mon
Shotgun
Te sentir au septième ciel non sens
Pour moi pauv'con c'est essen-
Tiel
Shotgun
A mon
Shotgun
Quand même ah problème
Si cela n'est pas
Trop te demander
Crache-moi que tu m'aimes
Si même tu mens Samantha
Peut-être dans un avenir récent
Aurai-je ton regard incandescent
Shotgun
Avec mon
Shotgun
Je t'ai tirée des mille et des cents
A présent je sens indécent
Shotgun
Dégueu mon
Shotgun
Je voulais te le faire aux sentiments
Et même je t'aurais aimée sans
Shotgun
Sans mon
Shotgun
Je pensais avoir un ascen-
Dant sur toi, t'en à rien à foutre
De mon
Shotgun
Rien à cirer de mon
Shotgun
Quand même ah problème
Si cela n'est pas
Trop te demander
Crache-moi que tu m'aimes
Si même tu mens Samantha

The Secret Of Christmas
Composer(s): Sammy Cahn; Jimmy Van Heusen
Performer(s): Johnny Mathis;
and various other artists



It's not the glow you feel when snow appears
It's not the Christmas cards you've sent for years
Not the joyful sound when sleighbells ring
Or the merry song children sing
That little gift you send on Christmas Day
Will not bring back the friend you've turned away
So may I suggest the Secret of Christmas
Is not the things you do at Christmas time
But the Christmas things you do all year through

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