Say It Again
Composer(s): Val Garay - Steve Goldstein - Anthony Lapeau
Performer(s): Carlos Santana



It gives me such a thrill
When you tell me bout the way
You feel
It really makes my day
I just love to hear you say

Say it again, say it high say it low
Say it again, so the whole wide
World will know
Say it, that youre still lovin me
Still lovin me, still in love with me
Say it again, tell me where, tell me when

Say it again, that our love will never end
Say it, that youre still lovin me
Still lovin me, still in love with me

You know it sounds so sweet
It just knocks me right up off of
My feet
To hear you talk that way
I just love to hear you say

Say it again, say it high say it low
Say it again, so the whole wide
World will know
Say it, that youre still lovin me
Still lovin me, still in love with me
Say it again, tell me where, tell me when

I hear the echoes in my mind
Theyre calling to me all the time
I hear those voices start to sing
Again and again

It gives me such a thrill
When you tell me bout the way
You feel
It really makes my day
I just love to hear you say

Say it again, say it high say it low
Say it again, so the whole wide
World will know
Say it, that youre still lovin me
Still lovin me, still in love with me
Say it again, tell me where, tell me when

Hanoi Hannah
Composer(s): Jacques Levy; Roger McGuinn
Performer(s): Roger McGuinn



Hanoi Hannah averaged bout a man a day
and when she wasn´t working
she kept the coffee perking
for the guy who didn´t have to pay
On Hanoi Hanna workin´ all my blues away

My home is in Kentucky but lovin´ makes me want to stay
The captain says I´m lucky
but the chaplan says I ought to pray
And Hanoi Hanna workin´ all my blues away

Well I never would have thought
I´d get so lost out here
Smokin´ marijuana and drinkin´ beer
and trying not to think about the time next year
when me and all my buddies gonna disappear
Hanoi Hanna workin´ all my blues away

Hanoi Hannah took her shoes and ran away
When I hold her I was headin´
to have myself a weddin´
to my baby in the U.S.A.
Good-bye Hannah I really don´t know what to say

Well good-bye Hannah
Well good-bye Hannah
Well good-bye Hannah

South Coast
Composer(s): Lillian Bos Ross - Sam Eskin - Rich Dehr - Frank Miller
Performer(s): The Kingston Trio
and multiple other artists



South Coast, the wild coast, is lonely 
You may win at a game at Jolon
But the lion still rules the barranca 
and a man there is always alone

My name is Juan Hano de Castro 
My father was a Spanish grandee
But I won my wife in a card game 
to Hell with the Lords oversee

I picked up the ace 
I had won her! 
My heart, which was down at my feet
Jumped up to my throat in a hurry
Like a warm summer's day, she was sweet

South Coast, the wild coast, is lonely 
You may win at a game at Jolon
But the lion still rules the barranca 
and a man there is always alone

Her arms had to tighten around me 
as we rode up the hills from the south
Not a word did I hear from her that day 
or a kiss from her pretty red mouth

We came to my cabin at twilight 
The stars twinkled out on the coast
She soon loved the valley, the orchard
but I knew that she loved me the most

South Coast, the wild coast, is lonely 
You may win at a game at Jolon
But the lion still rules the barranca 
and a man there is always alone

Then I got hurt in a landslide 
with crushed hip and twice-broken bone
She saddled our pony like lightning 
rode off in the night, all alone

The lion screamed in the barranca 
the pony fell back on the slide
My young wife lay dead in the moonlight 
My heart died that night with my bride

South Coast, the wild coast, is lonely 
You may win at a game at Jolon
But the lion still rules the barranca 
and a man there is always alone

Hannibal Mo-(Zouree)!
Composer(s): Robert B. Sherman; Richard M. Sherman



Load up the vittles, pickles, and hams
Melons, and cherry pie
Fritters and dumplin's
Turkeys and yams
Pack in a big supply
Apples and peaches
Soda to sip
Cider is gonna flow
With a hey and a ho
And away we go
On a holiday in Hannibal, Mo…(zouree)!

Latch up the windows
Lock up the doors
Gotta get on the go
Line up the buggies
Wagons, and rigs
Meet all the folks you know
You bring the fiddle
You bring the drum
You bring the old banjo
And a hey and a ho
And away we'll go
On a holiday in Hannibal, Mo…(zouree)!

Lady:
Who brung the watermelons?

Man:
I done

Lady:
Put them in the buggy
By the box of red plums
Who brung the lemonade?

Lady: Ask her

Man:
It's here in the wagon
With the buttermilk churn
Where's Mary?

Man:
With Nellie

Boys:
Standin' guard on the jams and jelly

Boy:
Where's all the fireworks?

Boy:
Don't know

Kids:
But you're gonna see `em
All the way from here to St. Jo

All:
Better get ready
The time is right
We'll be gone all day
And half of the night
The road is rugged,
So hold on tight
No time for lollygaggin'
Everybody on the wagon

Driver:
Giddap!

All:
Get up the horses
Give `em the reigns
They know the way to go
Down by the river
Over the ridge
Into the old meadow

Oh, what a feelin'
Oh, what a day
Bright as a daisy glow
With a hey and a ho
And away we go
On a holiday in Hannibal, Mo…(zouree)!

Oh, what a feelin'
Oh, what a day
Bright as a daisy glow
With a hey and a ho
And away we go
On a holiday in Hannibal, Mo…(zouree)!

Oh, what a feelin'
Oh, what a day
Bright as a daisy glow
With a hey and a ho
And away we go
On a holiday in Hannibal, Missouri

No Quiero Escuchar
First performance by: Lydia - 1999



Hace tiempo que ocultas la verdad
Te traiciona tu tenue ingenuidad al hablar
¿A quién tratas de engañar?

Vi dos sombras saliendo de un portal
Seguí los pasos cómplice de la oscuridad
Dura realidad, oh yeah
Sentí morir al verla abrazándote

No, no quiero escuchar
Tu voz susurrar que me has querido
Sé cual es la verdad
Qui se confiar y me has mentido

Ahora dices que fue una confusión
Sólo celos, fruto de me imaginación
Partiste mi vida en dos
Oh yeah, sentí morir al verla abrazándote

No, no quiero escuchar
Tu voz susurrar que me has querido
Sé cual es la verdad
Qui se confiar y me has mentido

(No), no
(No quiero escuchar), no quiero escuchar
(Tu voz susurrar), susurrar
(Que me has querido)
Sé cual es la verdad
Qui se confiar y me has mentido

No quiero escuchar

Hanky Panky
Composer(s): Jeff Barry; Ellie Greenwich
Performer(s): Tommy James & The Shondells



My baby does the hanky panky
My baby does the hanky panky
My baby does the hanky panky
My baby does the hanky panky
My baby does the hanky panky

Yeah

My baby does the hanky panky
My baby does the hanky panky
My baby does the hanky panky
My baby does the hanky panky
My baby does the hanky panky

I saw you walkin' on down the line
You know I saw you
For the very first time
A pretty little thing
Standin' all alone
Hey, pretty baby
Can I take you home
I never saw ya
Never ever saw ya

My baby does the hanky panky
My baby does the hanky panky
My baby does the hanky panky
My baby does the hanky panky
My baby does the hanky panky

Yeah, does it good, too 
Let's rock
Hey

I saw you walkin' on down the line
You know I saw you
For the very first time
A pretty little thing
Standin' all alone
Hey, pretty baby
Can I take you home
I never saw ya
Never ever saw ya

My baby does the hanky panky
My baby does the hanky panky
My baby does the hanky panky
My baby does the hanky panky
My baby does the hanky panky

Ooh wow

My baby does the hanky panky
My baby does the hanky panky
My baby does the hanky panky
My baby does the hanky panky
My baby does the hanky panky

South City Midnight Lady
Composer(s): Patrick Simmons
Performer(s): The Doobie Brothers



Up all night I could not sleep
The whiskey that I drank was cheap
With shakin' hands I went and I lit up my last cigarette
Well the sun came, night had fled
And sleepy eyed I reached my bed
I saw you sleepy dreamin' there all covered and warm 

South City midnight lady
I'm much obliged indeed
You sure have saved this man whose soul was in need
I thought there was no reason
For all these things I do
But the smile that sent out returned with you 

When day has left the night behind
And shadows roll across my mind
I sometimes find myself alone out walkin' the street
Yes, and when I'm feelin' down and blue
Then all I do is think of you
And all my foolish problems seem to fade away 

South City midnight lady
I'm much obliged indeed
You sure have saved this man whose soul was in need
I thought there was no reason
For all these things I do
But the smile that sent out returned with you

Hank Williams, You Wrote My Life
Composer(s): Paul Craft
Performer(s): Moe Bandy; Paul Craft



Refrain:
You wrote Your Cheatin' Heart about
A gal like my first ex-wife
You Moan The Blues for me and for you
Hank Williams, You Wrote My Life

The Cold, Cold Heart and a doubtful mind
I have known a few myself
And the gal that loved me Half As Much
As she loved somebody else

Refrain:

I've heard that blue old whipporwill, too
And the Lonesome Whistle whine
I know that feel; so cold, so real
When The Blues Come Around at midnight

We've never met, I know and yet
I know you well, My Friend
And if ever I, get to heaven on high
I hope you'll shake my hand

Refrain:

Like The Wind
Composer(s): Ilia Beyers - Emma Philippa Hjälmås - Wim Claes - John Terra
First performance by: Vanessa Chinitor - 1999



The wind has blown for eternity
Never looking back, never giving in – never
Causing the waves on the stormy sea
But never staying long, always running on – always
 
Running on endlessly, and I know that I have to be
Like the wind, be like the wind
Like the wind: run forever free
 
The mountains, full of serenity
Uncaring 'bout the wind, never giving in – never
But waves that roll on the stormy sea
Turn mountains into dust, the wind, it wins at last – always
 
Running on endlessly, and I know that I have to be
Like the wind, be like the wind
Like the wind: run forever free
 
Running on endlessly, and I know that I have to be
Like the wind (The wind has blown for eternity)
Be like the wind (The wind has blown for eternity)
Like the wind (The wind has blown for eternity)
Run forever free

Hank And Lefty Raised My Country Soul
Composer(s): Dallas Frazier; A.L. Owens
Performer(s): Stoney Edwards; Moe Bandy



Daddy had a 1941 Ford and I was just 'bout ten years old
We used listen to Hank and Lefty on the radio
"Why Don't You Love Me Like You Used To Do"
And "Just Look What Thoughts Can Do"
Ol' Hank and Lefty raised my country soul

I learned how to sing and shuffle my shoes
Listenin' to Hank sing the "Lovesick Blues"
We never met ol' Hank, but we was awful close
Cut my teeth on "Always Late" and "I Love You A Thousand Ways"
Ol' Hank and Lefty raised my country soul

Daddy said the hair on his neck would crawl
When Hank sang about the light he saw
Ol' Hank sure put a lot of heart in the songs he wrote
Everytime daddy got a little bit tired
"Mom And Dad's Waltz" would make him cry
Ol' Hank and Lefty raised my country soul

I learned how to sing and shuffle my shoes
Listenin' to Hank sing "Lovesick Blues"
We never met ol' Hank but we was awful close
I cut my teeth on "Always Late" and "I Love You A Thousand Ways"
Ol' Hank and Lefty raised my country soul

South California Purples
Composer(s): Robert Lamm
Performer(s): Chicago



Cloudy every morning
Sun don't never shine
Cloudy every morning
Sun don't ever shine
Since I lost my baby
I been losing my mind

I thought this was a warm place
I must be in the wrong place
Thought this was a warm place
I must be in the wrong place
And I don't know where I'm going
Since my lover left me
Never no smile on my face

I am he is you are he is you are me and we are all together, whoa whoa

Buddy, this ain't LA
I've traveled such a long way
Buddy, this ain't LA
I've traveled such a long way
And I still don't know where I'm going
But without my baby
I better not stay
I better not stay, no ow whoa no

Hanging Upside Down
Composer(s): David Byrne; Angel Fernandez
Performer(s): David Byrne



Window shoppin'
Finger poppin'
Hangin' in our fav'rite shopping mall
Looky looky
A little cutie
A little kitten she deserves a home

Tell you dudes when I get old enough
You bet that I am gonna try some stuff

Twisted sister
Don't 'cha miss her
There's a hundred more where she came from
Wiggle wiggle
Jiggle jiggle
Jesus, how the babes are almost grown!

And I don't need to watch the news at night
Anyone can see we're out of time

Hangin' on
Hangin' out
Got my hundred dollar shoes
Hangin' round
Hangin' free
And we got nothin' else to do
What goes up
Must come down
Oh, she took an overdose
Hangin' out
Hangin' free
Till our mama takes us home

Shimmy shimmy
Gimmie gimmie
We don't need you and we don't need love
I gotta have it
I'm gonna grab it
It ain't stealing, hey, it's only fun

When you live inside the pleasure dome
You don't ever wanna go back home

Hangin' on
Hangin' out
Some are hangin' upside down
A perfect world
A perfect girl
Oh -- another year rolls by
I'm the king
And you're my queen
When those zombies all awake
A broken heart
A broken home
Ain't no tears upon your face

Hangin' on
Hangin' out
There's place for me and you
Hangin' round
Hangin' free
We got nothin' else to do
Turn it up
Fade it down
Yeah, that song it saved my life
Perfect teeth
A perfect smile
Oh, she was a friend of mine
Let's go out
To the place
Where the hands of time are slowed
No one walks
No one dies
No more hassles anymore

Alltid Sommer
First performance by: Lars Frederiksen - 1998



Dine øyne leser jeg som en åpen bok 
Ved å leve sammen leser vi ord på ord 
(Det å være nær) 

Handler om mer enn bare to kan ser 
(For vi har mer) 
Det vi har, er så mye mer 

“Alltid evig sommer”,  sa du 
Og du kom, og du så, og du vant mitt liv 
“Alltid evig sommer”,  sa du
Hva de andre gjør nå betyr ingenting 
“Evig varme dager,” sa du 
Og rakte hendene ut og sa - det føles ganske bra 
Oh... “alltid sommer,” sa du 

Bare jeg kunne si med ord hva du er for meg 
Vi lever, leker sammen, mens vi går samme vei 
(Det å elske deg) 

År for år, og dag for dag 
(Sammen med deg) 
En glede som vokser med hvert hjerteslag 

“Alltid evig sommer”,  sa du 
Og du kom, og du så, og du vant mitt liv 
“Alltid evig sommer”,  sa du
Hva de andre gjør nå betyr ingenting 
“Evig varme dager,” sa du 
Og rakte hendene ut og sa - det føles ganske bra 
Oh... “alltid sommer,” sa du 

Min ensomhet forsvant 
Og kjærligheten vant 
Så kom og la oss leve 
Du sa: 'Alltid evig sommer' 

(“Alltid evig sommer”,  sa du)
Og du kom, og du så, og du vant mitt liv 
“Alltid evig sommer”,  sa du
Hva de andre gjør nå betyr ingenting 
“Evig varme dager,” sa du 
Og rakte hendene ut og sa, det føles ganske bra 
Oh... “alltid sommer,” sa du 
Oh... “alltid sommer,” sa du

Hanging On The Telephone
Composer(s): Jack Lee
Performer(s): Blondie



I'm in the phone booth, it's the one across the hall
If you don't answer, I'll just ring it off the wall
I know he's there, but I just had to call
Don't leave me hanging on the telephone
Don't leave me hanging on the telephone
I heard your mother now she's going out the door
Did she go to work or just go to the store
All those things she said, I told you to ignore
Oh why can't we talk again
Oh why can't we talk again
Oh why can't we talk again
Don't leave me hanging on the telephone
Don't leave me hanging on the telephone

It's good to hear your voice, you know it's been so long
If I don't get your call then everything goes wrong
I want to tell you something you've known all along
Don't leave me hanging on the telephone

I had to interrupt and stop this conversation
Your voice across the line gives me a strange sensation
I'd like to talk when I can show you my affection
Oh I can't control myself
Oh I can't control myself
Oh I can't control myself
Don't leave me hanging on the telephone

Hang up and run to me
Whoah, hang up and run to me
Whoah, hang up and run to me
Whoah, hang up and run to me
Whoah oh oh oh run to me

South American Way
Composer(s): Al Dubin - Jimmy McHugh
Performer(s): Carmen Miranda
and multiple other artists



Ai, ai, ai, ai
É o canto do prigoneiro
Que com sua harmonia
Traz alegria
In South American way
Ai, ai, ai, ai
E o que faz em seu tabuleiro
Vende pra ioiô
E vende pra iaiá
In South American way
E vende vatapá
E vende caruru
E vende mungunzá
Vende umbu
No tabuleiro tem
Oi tem de tudo tem
E só não tem meu bem
Berenguendem

Ai, ai, ai, ai
Have you ever danced in the tropics?
With that hazy lazy
Like, kind of crazy
Like South American way
Ai, ai, ai, ai
Have you ever kissed in the moonlight
In the grand and glorious
Gay notorious
South American way

Hanging Gardens
Performer(s): Nico



A hazy horizon is closing
The curtain to our perfect stage
How I stumbled twisted slightly
Atrociously
The world is landing at my feet

Who all of the faces could it be
Where all of the places should it be
Laughing and coughing
Coughing and laughing
In the hanging gardens
Of Semiramis

A hazy horizon is closing
The curtain to our perfect stage
I stumbled twisted slightly
Atrociously
The world is landing at my feet

Who all of the faces could it be
Where all of the places should it be
Laughing and coughing
Coughing and laughing
In the hanging gardens
Of Semiramis

Aava
First performance by: Edea - 1998



Aava maa, avaa maa avara
Aava maa, avaa maa avara

Kauneus, suuruus
Kauneus, suuruus, Isa

Aava maa, avaa maa avara
Aava maa, avaa maa avara
(Aava)

Aava maa, avaa maa avara
Aava maa, avaa maa avara

Kauneus, suuruus
Kauneus, suuruus, Isa

Aava maa, avaa maa avara
Aava maa, avaa maa avara

Aava maa, avaa maa avara
Aava maa, (avaa maa avara)
(Aava)
Aava maa

Hangin' Five
Composer(s): Ben Acton
Performer(s): Delltones



Well it's early in the morning and it's time to make a start
And I put my poly surfboard on the rack upon my car
I head down to the surfside, where the waves fine
I'm gonna catch a mountain but I won't go down the mine

You gotta walk the plank, ride the hook
Gonna let them ride and keep it nice and tight
Now the time is growing near your movin' down the wall
Asteady as she goes you got your toes upon the nose
And now you hang five, hang five
Hangin' five toes upon the mallibo

And now you've hit the beach and your feeling might fine
You turn your board around for the second time
You make it out the back the swells are coming fast
The first ones are too small, and so you take the last

You gotta walk the plank ride the hook
Gonna let them ride, and keep it nice and tight
Now the time is growing near your movin down the wall
Asteady as she goes you got your toes upon the nose
And now you hang five, hang five
Hangin' five toes upon the mallibo
Let's stomp

And when the day is over and all the surfers meet
You go down to the surf club to dance and stomp the beat
and when the night is through you hear the fellas say
Don't forget tomorrow you got another day

You gotta walk the plank ride the hook
Gonna let them ride and keep it nice and tight
Now the time is growing near your movin down the wall
Asteady as she goes you got your toes upon the nose
And now you hang five, hang five
Hangin' five toes upon the mallibo
Upon the mallibo
Hang Five
Hang Five
You know you gotta walk the plank Frank
Get your toes right upon that nose there
Hang Five
Hang Five
Hang Five
Hang Five

South America, Take It Away
Composer(s): Harold Rome
Performer(s): Bing Crosby & The Andrews Sisters



Up here in the land of the hot-dog stand
The atom bomb and the Good Humor Man
We think our South American neighbors are grand
We love 'em to beat the band

South America, baba-loo, baba-loo, ay-ee-eh, baba-loo
One favor you can do, ay-ee-eh, you can do
You beautiful lands below
Don't know what you began
To put it plainly, I'm tired of shakin'
To that Pan-American plan

Take back your Samba, ay!, your Rumba, ay!, your Conga, ay-yi-yi!
I can't keep movin', ay!, my chassis, ay!, any longer, ay-yi-yi!
Now maybe Latins, ay!, in their middles, ay!, are built stronger, ay-yi-yi!
But all this takin' to the quakin' and this makin' with the shakin' leaves me achin', olé!

First shake around and settle there
Then you shake around and settle here
Then you shake around and settle there
That's enough, that's enough
Take it back, my spine's outta-whack
There's a strange click-clack
In the back of my sacroilliac

Take back your Conga, ay!, your Samba, ay!, your Rumba, ay-yi-yi!
Why can't you send us, ay!, a less strenu-, ay!, -ous number, ay-yi-yi!
I got more bumps now, ay!, than on a, ay!, cucumber, ay-yi-yi!
While all those Latin drums are cloppin', like a Jumpin' Jack I'm hoppin' without stoppin', olé!
South America, take it away

First you shake around and settle there (where?)
Then you shake around and settle here (oh, there)
And then you shake around and settle there (why Bing!)
That's enough, that's enough
Take it back, my spine's outta-whack
There's a strange click-clack
In the back of my sacroilliac
Oh, my achin' back

Take back your Conga, ay!, your Samba, ay!, your Rumba, ay-yi-yi!
Bring back the old days, ay!, of dancing I remember, ay-yi-yi!
My hips are cracking, I am shrieking "Ay-Carumba!", ay-yi-yi!
I got a wriggle and a diddle and a jiggle like a fiddle in my middle, olé!
This fancy swishin' imposition wears out all of my transmission, ammunition, olé!
Though I like neighborly relations all these crazy new gyrations try my patience, olé!
South America, take it away!

Hang Up My Rock 'N' Roll Shoes
Composer(s): Chuck Willis
Performer(s): The Band;
and various other artists



Mama, she done told me
She didn't like this rock and roll
But mama, mama, please
Mama, you just don't know
I don't want to hang up my rock and roll shoes
I don't want to hang up my rock and roll shoes
I get an old time feeling
Every time I hear the blues

They told me, "Get a job
And set yourself a goal"
But can't they understand
I just want to rock and roll
I don't want to hang up my rock and roll shoes
I don't want to hang up my rock and roll shoes
Something happens to me
Every time I hear the blues

I will do my homework
I'll clean the yard every day
I will even do the dishes
I'll do anything you say

That say that rock and roll
It'll soon fade away
But I just want to tell you
Rock and roll is here to stay
I don't want to hang up my rock and roll shoes
I don't want to hang up my rock and roll shoes
I get a good time feeling
Every time I hear the blues

Some might even say
It put the devil in my soul
But that's a bunch of shit
I just want to rock and roll
I don't want to hang up my rock and roll shoes
I don't want to hang up my rock and roll shoes
My feets got to move now
Every time I hear the blues