Angel
((French Version: Angel (by Eddy Mitchell) - 1962))
Composer(s): Sid Tepper - Roy C. Bennett
First recording/First release by: Elvis Presley - 1961/1962
Covered by multiple other artists



Angel, with those angel eyes
Come and take this earth boy
Up to paradise

Angel, may I hold you tight?
Never kissed an angel
Let me kiss one tonight

If I said "I love you"
Would I be speaking out of turn?
I'm only human, but I'm willing to learn

Angel, make my wish come true
Let me be in heaven here on earth with you

Angel, never kissed an angel
Let me kiss one tonight

If I said "I love you"
Would I be speaking out of turn?
I'm only human, but I'm willing to learn

Angel, make my wish come true
Let me be in heaven here on earth with you

Angel, Angel

He's Your Uncle, Not Your Dad
Composer(s): Wayne; Weisman
Performer(s): Elvis Presley



He's your uncle not your dad, he's the best friend you ever had
So come on dig, dig, dig-in until it hurts
Just remember Pearl Harbor

(The Alamo and nothing could be worse)

He's your favorite relative and he needs a lot to live
So just bring, bring, bring everything until you bleed

(And he'll send back what he don't need)

If your not in form ten-forty's your salvation
By deprivation of temptation

(Dark and blondes I hear are not deductible)

Oh say can you see if there's anything left for me
When he calls you as he may do
Don't be frightened red white and blue
Just be thankful you don't live in Leningrad
He's your uncle, not your dad

If your honest you don't have to shake and shiver
The food is lousy up the river

(It's give and take and he does all the taking)

Oh say can you see if there's anything left for me
Life has two things you can't subtract

(Death and taxes to be exact)

So just pa-pa-patriotically declare
He's your uncle, he's your uncle, not your dad

Angel
Composer(s): Chiara Siracusa
First performance by: Chiara - 2005



Far away in a lost world
I hear your voice calling for heaven
Cast away, caught in mem'ries
You must believe love will come through
 
I'll be your angel in your darkest night
I'll be your destiny, waiting by your side
I'll be the sunshine when you're feeling blue
I'm always here for you
 
Comes a day, heart on fire
When all your faith seems to be missing
Go your way and you'll find there
A land of hope, a land of dreams
 
I'll be your angel in your darkest night
I'll be your destiny, waiting by your side
I'll be the sunshine when you're feeling blue
I'm always here for you
 
And when you lose it all
And nothing seems right
Just keep holding on
To me
 
I'll be your angel in your darkest night
I'll be your destiny waiting by your side
I'll be the sunshine when you're feeling blue
I'm always here for you

He's The Man (He's Tall And Cool)
Composer(s): Vivian Greene
Performer(s): Vivian Greene



He may be your man but he comes to see me sometime
He may be your man but he comes to see me sometime
He comes so often, I'm beginnin' to think he's mine

He's yours, he's mine, he's somebody else's too
He's yours and he's mine and he's somebody else's too
If you don't mind, I'll have him clean away from you

'Cause that man rocks me, he rocks me with a steady roll
He rocks me, rocks me with a steady roll
When he rocks me, Lord, he satisfies my soul

He's long and tall, just like a willow tree
He's long and tall, just like a willow tree
He's tall and cool, that man sends me

If that's your man, tie 'im to your side
If that's your man, tie 'im, tie 'im, tie 'im, tie 'im to your side
If he flags my train, I'm sure gonna let him ride

Now he don't drink or gamble, he don't run around
When it comes to good lovin' he can really go to town
That's the truth baby, I swear I wouldn't lie
I love that man, gee, I hope to die

Stances À Un Cambrioleur
Composer(s): Georges Brassens
First release by: Georges Brassens - 1972



Prince des monte-en-l'air et de la cambriole
Toi qui eus le bon goût de choisir ma maison
Cependant que je colportais mes gaudrioles
En ton honneur j'ai composé cette chanson

Sache que j'apprécie à sa valeur le geste
Qui te fit bien fermer la porte en repartant
De peur que des rôdeurs n'emportassent le reste
Des voleurs comme il faut c'est rare de ce temps

Tu ne m'as dérobé que le stricte nécessaire
Délaissant dédaigneux l'exécrable portrait
Que l'on m'avait offert à mon anniversaire
Quel bon critique d'art mon salaud tu ferais

Autre signe indiquant toute absence de tare
Respectueux du brave travailleur tu n'as
Pas cru décent de me priver de ma guitare
Solidarité sainte de l'artisanat

Pour toutes ces raisons vois-tu, je te pardonne
Sans arrière-pensée après mûr examen
Ce que tu m'as volé, mon vieux, je te le donne
Ça pouvait pas tomber en de meilleures mains

D'ailleurs moi qui te parle, avec mes chansonnettes
Si je n'avais pas dû rencontrer le succès
J'aurais tout comme toi, pu virer malhonnête
Je serais devenu ton complice, qui sait

En vendant ton butin, prends garde au marchandage
Ne vas pas tout lâcher en solde au receleurs
Tiens leur la dragée haute en évoquant l'adage
Qui dit que ces gens-là sont pis que les voleurs

Fort de ce que je n'ai pas sonné les gendarmes
Ne te crois pas du tout tenu de revenir
Ta moindre récidive abolirait le charme
Laisse-moi je t'en prie, sur un bon souvenir

Monte-en-l'air, mon ami, que mon bien te profite
Que Mercure te préserve de la prison
Et pas trop de remords, d'ailleurs nous sommes quittes
Apres tout ne te dois-je pas une chanson

Post-Scriptum, si le vol est l'art que tu préfères
Ta seule vocation, ton unique talent
Prends donc pignon sur rue, mets-toi dans les affaires
Et tu auras les flics même comme chalands

He's The Greatest Dancer
Composer(s): Bernard Edwards; Nile Rodgers
Performer(s): Sister Sledge



Oh... what... wow! He's the greatest dancer
Oh... what... wow! That I've ever seen...
One night in a disco
On the outskirts of Frisco
I was cruisin' with my favourite gang
The place was so boring
Filled with out-of-towners touring
I knew that it wasn't my thing
I really wasn't caring
But I felt my eyes staring
At a guy who stood out in the crowd
He had the kind of body
That would shame Adonis
And a face that would make any man cry
Oh... what... wow! He's the greatest dancer
Oh... what... wow! That I've ever seen...
The champion of dance
His moves would put you in a trance
And he never leaves the disco alone
Arrongance but not conceit
As a man who is complete(ly)
La crème de la crème
Please take me (don't go) home
He wears the finest clothes
The best designers, heaven knows
Ooh, from his head down to his toes
Halston, Gucci, Fiorucci
He looks like a still
That man is dressed to kill
Oh... what... wow! He's the greatest dancer
Oh... what... wow! That I've ever seen...
I love your moves...

Touch My Fire
Composer(s): John Themis - Javine Hylton
First performance by: Javine - 2005



Do you really wanna feel my flow? Oh oh oh...
You know its the only way to go so get with the show
Are you the kinda guy who's got that flare? Yeah...
 
Get your groove on
Get a move on
Whoah, yeah...
 
Touch my fire – can you feel the heat?
My crazy rhythm's gonna knock you off your feet
Come on and touch my fire – why don't you break away?
Burn all your troubles, say goodbye to yesterday
 
Are you easy come and easy go? Oh oh oh...
Come on let the music grab ya from your head to your toes
No need to rush, take it nice and slow, feel that beat
 
Get your groove on
Get a move on
Whoah, yeah...
 
Come with me, I'll take you there
Touch my fire
 
Touch my fire – can you feel the heat?
My crazy rhythm's gonna knock you off your feet
Come on and touch my fire – why don't you break away?
Burn all your troubles, say goodbye to yesterday
 
Touch my fire – can you feel the heat?
My crazy rhythm's gonna knock you off your feet
Come on and touch my fire – why don't you break away?
Burn all your troubles, say goodbye to yesterday
 
Touch my fire
Touch my fire
Oh... here we go
C'mon and touch
C'mon and touch my fire...
You're gonna touch my fire
 
Touch my fire – can you feel the heat?
My crazy rhythm's gonna knock you off your feet
Come on and touch my fire – why don't you break away?
Burn all your troubles, say goodbye to yesterday
 
Touch my fire – can you feel the heat?
My crazy rhythm's gonna knock you off your feet
Come on and touch my fire – why don't you break away?
Burn all your troubles, say goodbye to yesterday
 
Touch my fire

He's Sure The Boy I Love
Composer(s): Barry Mann; Cynthia Weil
Performer(s): The Crystals;
Darlene Love; Lulu



I always dreamed the boy I loved would come along
And he'd be tall and handsome, rich and strong
Now that boy I love has come to me
But he sure ain't the way I thought he'd be

He doesn't look like a movie star
He doesn't drive a Cadillac car
He sure ain't yhe boy I've been dreamin' of
But he's sure the boy I love
Let me tell ya now
He' never be a big business man
He always buys on the installment plan
He sure ain't the boy I been dreamin' of
But he's sure the boy I love
When he holds me tight
Everything's right
Crazy as it seems
I'm his, whatever he is
And I forget all of my dreams
And everybody knows...
He doesn't hang diamonds round my neck
And all he's got's an unemployment check
He sure ain't the boy I been dreamin' of
But he's sure the boy I love

Stan' Up An' Fight 
Composer(s): Oscar Hammerstein II - Georges Bizet
Performer(s): Joe Adams
and multiple other artists



Thanks a lot!
I'm sure glad to be
To be where I c'n see
So many friends o' mine
How've I been doin'?
How've I been doin'?
If you really wanta know de truth
I'm doin' fine!
Seventeen
Decisions in a row
An' only five on points
De res' was all K.O.
Jackson an' Johnson
Murphy an' Bronson
One by one dey come
An' one by one to dreamland dey go
How's it done?
You ask me, how's it done?
I got a trainer man
Who taught me all I need to know
Sure feels good to have him in my corner
Hear his voice a-whisp'rin' low

"Big boy, remember
You mus' remember...
Stan' up an' fight until you hear de bell
Stan' toe to toe
Trade blow fer blow
Keep punchin' till you make yer punches tell
Show dat crowd watcher know!
Until you hear dat bell
Dat final bell
Stan' up an' fight like hell!"

When you fight
Out in de open air
In a patch o' light
De ring looks small an' white
Out in de blackness
Out in de blackness
You c'n feel a hun'erd thousan' eyes
Fillin' de night
Cigarettes
Are blinkin' in de dark
An' makin' polka dots
Aroun' de baseball park
People are quiet
Den dere's a riot!
Someone t'rows a punch
An' plants it right smack on de mark...
Somebody's hurt
You kinda think it's you
You hang across de ropes
Da's all you want to do
Den you look aroun' an' see your trainer's eyes
Beggin' you to see it through
Dey say, "Remember
Big Boy, remeber

Stan' up an' fight until you hear de bell
Stan' toe to toe
Trade blow fer blow
Keep punchin' till you make yer punches tell
Show dat crowd watcher know!
Until you hear dat bell
Dat final bell
Stan, up an' fight like hell!"

He's So Shy
Composer(s): Tom Snow; Cynthia Weil
Performer(s): The Pointer Sisters; Tom Jones



When I first saw him standin' there
He looked away but I did not care
Something inside whispered to me
You'd better move in carefully

And then he smiled and turned away
That told me all he could not say
That's when I knew
He wanted me too
But I had to do some breakin' through

He's so shy
So good lookin'
He's so shy
And he's really got me goin'
That sweet little boy who caught my eye
He's so shy
I'm so glad I got to know him
He's so shy
'Cos he's one in a million
And I'll love him 'til the day I die
Oh, yes I will

Now holding him gently through the night
Nothin' has ever felt so right
And I'm so glad I took the time
That I had to take to make him mine

He can still do things to my heart
Just like he could right from the start
Each time I see
That quality
That never stops attracting me

He's so shy
That's why I love my baby
He's so shy
You know he's drivin' me crazy
That sweet little boy who caught my eye
He's so shy
I'm so glad I got to know him
He's so shy
And I'm so glad I got to show him
That I'll love him until the day I die
Oh, yes I will

He's so shy
Oooh-wee, oooh-wee, baby
He's so shy
Oooh-wee, oooh-wee, baby
He's so shy
And that's why. . .

Melinda
Composer(s): Jerry Crutchfield - Jimmy Gateley
Performer(s): Bill Anderson



(Melinda, Melinda)
Oh, how I miss Melinda

While walking down a street in Denver
I passed by a little dress shop
A sign on the door read Melinda`s
And I asked myself if I should stop

For I knew a girl named Melinda
When I lived here years ago
And I wondered if by chance it could be
The Melinda I used to know

So I peeked in through the window
And there to my surprice
I saw my darling Melinda
And a tear came to my eyes

For she looked lovely as always
As I watched her standing there
Her face was like an angel`s
With a halo of golden hair

Melinda, Melinda, with the golden hair
Oh, how I miss Melinda (Melinda)

Then I slowly remembered
how she suffered the shame
Of being left with a baby
And me never changing her name

So I ran in and called out, Melinda
So ashamed I hung down my head
But the young girl said sir
I`m sorry but you see my mother is dead

Melinda, Melinda, with the golden hair
Oh, how I miss Melinda

Oh, how I miss Melinda...

He's So Fine 
Composer(s): Ronnie Mack
Performer(s): The Chiffons



He's so fine
Wish he were mine
That handsome boy over there
The one with the wavy hair
I don't know how I'm gonna do it
But I'm gonna make him mine
Be the envy of all the girls
It's just a matter of time
He's a soft-spoken guy
Also seems kind of shy
Makes me wonder if I
Should even give him a try
But then again he can't shy
He can't shy away forever
And I'm Gonna make him mine
If it takes me forever
He's so fine
Got to be mine
Sooner or later
I hope it's not later
We've got to get together 
The sooner the better
I just can't wait 
I just can't wait
To be held in his arms
If I were a Queen
And he asked me to leave my throne
I'd do anything that he asked 
Anything to make him my own
For he's so fine
So fine 
So fine

All The Lonely Women In The World
Composer(s): Bill Anderson
Performer(s): Bill Anderson



This song`s for all the lonely women in the world
Drivin` a car sittin` in a bar wherever you are
This song`s for all the lonely women in the world
Ringin` your hands thinkin` no man understands

To me there`s nothing sadder than to see a lonely one
Neglected by the one she loves so much
Chances are she works all day and then goes home to nothin'
And sits all night just longin` for his touch

Yet, I`ve known girls with husbands in the house and still they`re lonely
They`ve lost him to the TV and the beer
I guess somehow my heart goes out to all the lonely women
In love with all the men who just don`t care

This song`s for all the lonely women in the world
Sittin` at home watchin` the phone on and on
This song`s for all the lonely women in the world
Ringin` your hands thinkin` no man understands...

(He's) Raining In My Sunshine
Composer(s): Doc Pomus; Mort Shuman
Performer(s): Jay & The Americans



See the raindrops falling, hear them fall so loud
Once I stood in sunlight; now darkness is my shroud
Rain never ever seemed to bother me
Trouble never came my way
The light of her love always followed me
Till her new love turned my world to gray

Now he's raining in my sunshine, clouding up my sky
Yes he's raining in my sunshine, come between her and I

All at once he's taken everything that's mine
Now he stands beside her, he walks in my sunshine
Why did he have to go and steal my love?
Why did he take her away?
She was the only thing I had in life
She was my sunny day

Now he's raining in my sunshine, clouding up my sky
Yes he's raining in my sunshine, come between her and I

She was the only thing I had in life
She was my sunny day

Now he's raining in my sunshine, clouding up my sky
Yes he's raining in my sunshine, come between her and I

Friends
Composer(s): Glen Campbell - Dick Bowman
First recording/First release by: - 1968/1969



Friends are never earned
They're a gift from a loving God
And they're precious beyond human evaluation
You dare not take them for granted
Or they'll drift away like smoke
And the warmth of their caring will vanish
Into the chill of the endless nights
Most of my friends are unknowns
They probably won't even rate an obituary
Unless they live and die in a small town somewhere
Where nothing much ever happens
But a few of my friends are big people
They're famous, sensitive, talented
And their names are household words
And yet they're no more precious in God's eyes, or in mine
Than those wonderful nobodys who live and die in obscurity
Who's your friend? He's someone who warms you with a nod
Or with an unspoken word in hard times
When you're hurtin' beyond words
She's someone who holds you to her breast
And sighs softly into your hair
When no other medicine could possibly stop the pain
A friend is someone who clinks his glass against yours
Or answers the phone at three in the morning when you're lost
And with a few words of encouragement and concern
Makes you realise that you're not really lost at all
Friends come in both sexes, in all shapes and sizes
The most important thing they have in common
Is their ability to share with you your most sky-splitting joys
Or your deepest most awesome sorrows
Of all the things that I have in this world
I'm most grateful for my friends

He's My Guy
Composer(s): Don Raye; Gene De Paul
Performer(s): Ella Fitzgerald;
and various other artists



He's my guy, I don't care what he does
'Cause he's my guy, I guess he always was
He's careless about me, I don't think he tries
But once in a while he'll hug me and smile
Then I can see me in his eyes

Oh he's my guy, I know he'll always be
And I will try to keep him loving me
However he wants me, I'm his until I die
For nobody knows, better than I
That he's my guy

Stamped Ideas
Composer(s): Darryl DeLoach - Doug Ingle
Performer(s): Iron Butterfly



Stay away from people made from plastic in a mold
And keep your stamped ideas inside your head untold
Because I, I, I, baby am protecting you
Yes, against the kind of things that other people do
I, baby, am protecting you 'cause i'm in love with you
So come on baby!

Stay away from people made from plastic in a mold
And keep your stamped ideas inside your head untold
Because I, I, I, baby am protecting you
Yes, against the kind of things that other people do
I, baby, am protecting you 'cause i'm in love with you
So come on baby!

He's My Dreamboat
Composer(s): John D. Loudermilk
Performer(s): Connie Francis; Lita Roza



He's my dreamboat, asleep in English class
He's my dreamboat, mowin' his folk's grass
He's my dream boat with the dreamy, dreamy eyes
He's my dreamboat, workin' on his car
He's my dreamboat, straddlin' his guitar
He's my dreamboat with the dreamy dreamy eyes

Well now
I dream of dreamboat in everything I do
And I know that darlin' dreamboat
Dreams of me too

He's my dreamboat, coffee in a Dixie cup
Darling dreamboat, that crazy, silly nut
He's my dreamboat with the dreamy, dreamy eyes

Yes, he's my dreamboat, coffee in a Dixie cup
Darlin dreamboat, that crazy, silly nut
He's my dreamboat with the dreamy, dreamy eyes

Celebrate
Composer(s): Greg Manning
First performance by: Piero Esteriore & The MusicStars - 2004



Clap your hands, oh clap your hands
Everybody just clap your hands
Clap your hands, oh clap your hands
Have a wonderful time
 
Celebrate, oh celebrate
Everybody, let's celebrate
Celebrate, oh celebrate
'Cause the world is a beautiful place
 
Nobody knows what the future brings
So don't you worry 'cause I know one thing
All your friends are right here by your side
Everything is gonna be alright
 
Clap your hands, oh clap your hands
Everybody just clap your hands
Clap your hands, oh clap your hands
Have a wonderful time
 
Celebrate, oh celebrate
Everybody, let's celebrate
Celebrate, oh celebrate
'Cause the world is a beautiful place
 
Tomorrow you can get deep on me
Teach me all about philosophy
I won't mind to listen all day long
But for now I only want to say
 
Clap your hands, oh clap your hands
Everybody just clap your hands
Clap your hands, oh clap your hands
Have a wonderful time
 
Celebrate, oh celebrate
Everybody, let's celebrate
Celebrate, oh celebrate
'Cause the world is a beautiful place
 
Clap your hands
Celebrate
Oh, 'cause the world is a beautiful place
 
Clap your hands, oh clap your hands
Everybody just clap your hands
Clap your hands, oh clap your hands
Have a wonderful time
 
Celebrate, oh celebrate
Everybody, let's celebrate
Celebrate, oh celebrate
Cause the world is a beautiful place
 
Clap your hands, oh clap your hands
Everybody just clap your hands
Clap your hands, oh clap your hands
Have a wonderful time
 
Celebrate, oh celebrate
Everybody, let's celebrate
Celebrate, oh celebrate
'Cause the world is a beautiful place
 
Clap your hands, oh clap your hands
Everybody just clap your hands
Clap your hands, oh clap your hands
Have a wonderful time
 
Celebrate, oh celebrate
Everybody, let's celebrate
Celebrate, oh celebrate
'Cause the world is a beautiful place
'Cause the world is a beautiful place
'Cause the world is a beautiful place

He's Mine
Composer(s): Buck Ram; Paul Robi; Zola Taylor
Performer(s): The Platters



He's mine (yes he's really mine)
He's mine (yes he's really mine)

He's mine, he's mine, he's mine
Really mine

My baby love me so
He really lets me know
He's mine, a'really mine

He's mine, he's mine, he's mine
Really mine

My baby love me so
He really lets me know
He's mine, a'really mine

When he pets me
He's sweet and gentle
It just gets me
Honest and truly, I'm sentimental

He's mine, he's mine, he's mine
Really mine

My baby love me so
He really lets me know
He's mine, a'really mine

He's mine (yes he's really mine)
He's mine (hmm, he sure is fine)
He's mine (gotta be out of my mind)
He's mine (oh man, is he something else)
He's mine
Well, he's mine