Blame It On The Mistletoe
Composer(s): Toby Keith
Performer(s): Toby Keith; Eric Hancock



The middle of December ain't the time to be alone
It's just too close to Christmas and too far to go home
I ran into a friend of a friend, standing in the checkout line
She said, "I've spent too much already and there's gifts I just can't find"
I walked her home and when she opened up her door
Oh, I'm not sure what happened then, guess magic took it's course

Blame it on the mistletoe, 'cause what happened here nobody knows
How could something simple as a kiss change my holiday like this
And we held each other all night long, and we fell asleep to a Christmas song
Playin' on the radio, blame it on the mistletoe

I woke up, she was wrappin' gifts beneath the tree
She said, I know it's early, so I thought I'd let you sleep
Then she insisted I get up and take a look outside
Hey sleepyhead, it must have snowed at least a foot last night
That's when I saw it hangin' up above my head
She threw her arms around my neck, laughin' as she said

Blame it on the mistletoe, 'cause what happened here nobody knows
How could something simple as a kiss change my holiday like this
And we held each other all night long and we fell asleep to a Christmas song
Playin' on the radio, blame it on the mistletoe

You Forgot Your Gloves
Composer(s): Edward Eliscu; Ned Lehac
Performer(s): Janet Brace; 
Carole Simpson; Jeri Southern; Paul Specht



You forgot your gloves
When you kissed me and said, "Good-night"
So I've brought them, you see
But don't thank me
It's quite all right

You forgot your gloves
And I hope you appreciate
I'm not honest at all
It's just a stall
For one more date

What a souvenir to steal from you
And conceal from you, but then
There's a chance if you receive them, Dear
That you'll leave them, Dear, again

Now forget your heart
If you're really the kind who loves
Then you'll part with it, too
The way that you forgot your gloves

Summer '68
Composer(s): Richard Wright
Performer(s): Pink Floyd; Rosebud



Would you like to something before you leave?
Perhaps you'd care to state exactly how you feel
We say goodbye before we've said hello
I hardly even like you
I shouldn't care at all
We met just six hours ago
The music was too loud
From your bed I came today and lost a bloody year
And I would like to know, how do you feel?
How do you feel?

Not a single word was said
They lied still without fears
Occasionally you showed a smile, but what was the need?
I felt the cold far too soon in a wind of ninetyfive
My friends are lying in the sun, I wish I was there
Tomorrow brings another town, another girl like you
Have you time before you leave to greet another man
Just to let me know, how do you feel?
How do you feel?

Goodbye to you
Childish bangles too
I've had enough for one day

You Forget To Answer
Composer(s): Nico
Performer(s): Nico



When I remember what to say
When I remember what to say
You will know me again
And you forget to answer

When I remember what to say
When I remember what to say
You will know me again
And you forget to answer

You seem not to be listening
You seem not to be listening
The high tide is taking everything
And you forget to answer

When I remember what to say
When I remember what to say
You will know me again
And you forget to answer

Summer (The First Time)
Composer(s): Bobby Goldsboro
First release by: Bobby Goldsboro - 1973
Covered by multiple other artists



It was a hot afternoon
Last day of June
And the sun was a demon
The clouds were afraid
One-ten in the shade
And the pavement was steaming
I told Billy-Ray
In his red Chevrolet
I needed time for some thinking
I was just walking by
When I looked in her eye
And I swore it was winking

She was 31 and I was 17
I knew nothing about love, she knew everything
When I saw down beside her on the front porch swing
And wondered what the coming night would bring

The sun closed her eyes
As it climbed in the sky
And it started to swelter
The sweat trickled down the front of her gown
And I thought it would melt her

She through back her hair
Like I wasn't there
And she sipped on a julep
Her shoulders were bare
And I tried not to stare
When I looked at her lips

And when she looked at me
I heard her softly say
I know you're young
You don't know what to do or say
But stay with me until the sun has gone away
And I will chase the boy in you away

And then she smiled and we talked for a while
And we walked for a mile to the sea
We sat on the sand, and the boy took her hand
But I saw the sun rise as a man

Ten years have gone by
Since I looked in her eye
But the memory lingers
I got back in my mind
To the very first time
And feel the touch of her fingers

It was a hot afternoon
Last day of June
And the sun was a demon
The clouds were afraid
One-ten in the shade
And the pavement was steaming...

You Dropped A Bomb On Me
Composer(s): Charlie Wilson;
Lonnie Simmons; Rudy Taylor
Performer(s): The Gap Band;
Larry And Tha Fly Guys D; Hit Crew



You were the girl that changed my world
You were the girl for me
You lit the fuse, I stand accused
You were the first for me
But you turned me out, baby!

You dropped a bomb on me, baby
You dropped a bomb on me! (But you turned me on, baby!)
You dropped a bomb on me, baby
You dropped a bomb on me!

You were my thrills, you were my pills
You dropped a bomb on me!
You turn me out, you turn me on
You turned me loose, then you turned me wrong!

You dropped a bomb on me, baby
You dropped a bomb on me! (But you turned me on, baby)
You dropped a bomb on me, baby
You dropped a bomb on me!

Just like Adam and Eve, said you’d set me free
You took me to the sky, I’d never been so high!
You were my pills, you were my thrills
You were my hope, baby, you were my smoke
You dropped a bomb, hey, babe!

You dropped a bomb on me, baby!
You dropped a bomb on me! (But you turned me out, baby!)
You dropped a bomb on me, baby!
You dropped a bomb on me! (But you turned me on, baby!)

You dropped a bomb on me, baby! (Mmm)
You dropped a bomb on me! (You dropped a bomb on me, baby!)
You dropped a bomb on me, baby!
You dropped a bomb on me!

We were in motion, felt like an ocean
You were the girl for me
You were the first explosion, turned out to be corrosion!
You were the first for me
But you turned me out, baby!

You dropped a bomb on me, baby
You dropped a bomb on me!(Whoa...whoa...oh...oh...baby!)
You dropped a bomb on me, baby!
You dropped a bomb on me! (I won’t forget what you done to me, babe!)

You dropped a bomb on me, baby
You dropped a bomb on me!
You dropped a bomb on me, baby!
You dropped a bomb on me!

I, I-I,
I-I-I won’t forget it!
I, I-I,
I-I-I won’t forget it!

You dropped a bomb on me, baby,
You dropped a bomb on me!
You dropped a bomb on me, baby!
You dropped a bomb on me!

(synthesizer solo)

I, I-I,
I-I-I won’t forget it!
I, I-I,
I-I-I won’t forget it!

You turned me out, you turned me on
And then you dropped me to the ground!
You dropped a bomb on me!
You turned me out, you turned me on
And then you dropped me to the ground!
You dropped a bomb on me!

You turned me out, then you turned me on!
You dropped a bomb on me!
You turned me out, then you turned me on
You dropped a bomb on me!

You turned me out (I!), then you turned me on! (I-I!)
You dropped a bomb on me! (I-I-I won’t forget it!)
You turned me out (I!), then you turned me on! (I-I!)
You dropped a bomb on me! (I-I-I won’t forget it!)

You turned me out (Believe me!), then you turned me on! (You dropped a bomb on me, babe!)
You dropped a bomb on me! (Then you turned me on, babe!)
You turned me out, then you turned me on! (turned me on, babe!)
You dropped a bomb on me! (But you turned me wrong, babe!)

You turned me out, then you turned me on, (Baby!)
You dropped a bomb on me! (Then you turned me on, babe!)
You turned me out, then you turned me on, (You dropped a bomb on me, baby!)
You dropped a bomb on me!

Summer
Composer(s): Thomas Allen - Harold Brown - B.B. Dickerson - Jerry Goldstein - Lonnie Jordan - Charles Miller
Performer(s): War



Ridin' 'round town with all the windows down
Eight track playin' all your fav'rite sounds
The rhythm of the bongos fill the park
The street musicians tryin' to get a start

'Cause it's summer
Summer time is here
Yes it's summer
My time of year
Yes it's summer 
My time of year

Stretched out on a blanket in the sand
Kids of all ages diggin' Disneyland
Rappin' on the C.B. radio in your van
We'll give a big "ten four" to the truckin' man

'Cause it's summer
Summer time is here
Yes it's summer
My time of year
Yes it's summer 
My time of year

Young boys playin' stick ball in the street
Fire hydrants help to beat the heat
Old man feeding pigeons in the square
Nighttime finds young lovers walking there

'Cause it's summer
Summer time is here
Yes it's summer
My time of year
Yes it's summer 
My time of year

In Atlantic City or out in Malibu
Or any where between, I'm telling you
When you feel those balmy breezes on your face
Summer time is the best time any place

'Cause it's summer
Summer time is here
Yes it's summer
My time of year
Yes it's summer 
My time of year

You Drive Me Crazy
Composer(s): Ronnie Harwood
Performer(s): Shakin' Stevens



You know baby when you're in my arms 
I can feel your magic touch 
You drive me crazy 
You drive me crazy 

And when I'm looking in those big blue eyes 
I start flowing down in paradise 
You drive me crazy 
You drive me crazy 

Heaven must have sent you down 
Down for me to give me a thrill 
Everytime you touch me, everytime you hold me 
My heart starts beating like a train on a track 

I love you baby and it's plain to see 
I love you honey it was made to be 
You drive me crazy 
You drive me crazy (...guitar solo...) 

Heaven must have sent you down 
Down for me to give me a thrill 
Everytime you touch me, everytime you hold me 
My heart starts beating like a train on a track 

I love you baby and it's plain to see 
I love you honey it was made to be 
You drive me crazy 
You drive me crazy 

You drive me crazy 
You drive me crazy 
You drive me crazy 
You drive me crazy 

You drive me crazy 
You drive me crazy 
You drive me crazy 
You drive me crazy 

You drive me crazy 
You drive me crazy

She's So Fine
Composer(s): Stevie Wright - George Young
First release by: The Easybeats - 1965



I woke up bright and early this morning, my little girl's not inside
I've been searching everywhere, morning, noon and daylight, yeah

Cos she's so fine, she's so fine, she's so fine
She's so fine you know I wish she were mine

I got something to tell her, maybe she'll listen maybe not
I never loved another woman before cos all my love she's got

Cos she's so fine, she's so fine, she's so fine
She's so fine you know I wish she were mine

One, two, three, six

Cos she's so fine, she's so fine, she's so fine
She's so fine you know I wish she were mine and that's all

You Don't Want My Love
Composer(s): Roger Miller
Performer(s): Roger Miller; Andy Williams



In the summertime 
When all the trees and leaves are green
And the redbird sings, I'll be blue
'Cause you don't want my love 

"Some other time"
That's whatcha say when I want you
Then you laugh at me and make me cry
'Cause you don't want my love

You don't seem to care a thing about me
You'd rather live without me
Than to have my arms around you
When the nights are cold and you're so all alone 

In the summertime 
When all the trees and leaves are green
And the redbird sings, I'll be blue
'Cause you don't want my love

Once upon a time 
You used to smile and wave to me
And walk with me but now you don't
'Cause you don't want my love

Some other guy 
Is takin' up all your time
Now ya don't have any time for me
'Cause you don't want my love

You don't seem to care a thing about me
You'd rather live without me
Than to have my arms around you
When the nights are cold and you're so all alone 

In the summertime 
When all the trees and leaves are green
And the redbird sings, I'll be blue
'Cause you don't want my love

In the summertime 
When all the trees and leaves are green
And the redbird sings, I'll be blue
'Cause you don't want my love

Sultans Of Swing
Composer(s): Mark Knopfler
First release by: Dire Straits - 1978



You get a shiver in the dark
It's been raining in the park but meantime
South of the river you stop and you hold everything
A band is blowing Dixie double four time
You feel all right when you hear that music ring
You step inside but you don't see too many faces
Coming in out of the rain to hear the jazz go down
Too much competition too many other places
But not too many horns can make that sound
Way on downsouth way on downsouth London town
You check out Guitar George he knows all the chords
Mind he's strictly rhythm he doesn't want to make it cry or sing
And an old guitar is all he can afford
When he gets up under the lights to play his thing
And Harry doesn't mind if he doesn't make the scene
He's got a daytime job he's doing alright
He can play honky tonk just like anything
Saving it up for Friday night
With the Sultans with the Sultans of Swing
And a crowd of young boys they're fooling around in the corner
Drunk and dressed in their best brown baggies and their platform soles
They don't give a damn about any trumpet playing band
It ain't what they call rock and roll
And the Sultans played Creole
And then the man he steps right up to the microphone
And says at last just as the time bell rings
'Thank you goodnight now it's time to go home'
and he makes it fast with one more thing
'We are the Sultans of Swing' 

You Don't Seem To Miss Me
Composer(s): Jim Lauderdale
Performer(s): Patty Loveless;
George Jones; Los Bubbadinos



It's a long way off from where I should be going
and overtime, I hate to leave your side 
but now when I return, there's something missing
When I'm gone you don't seem to miss me

Duet: 
Now life's so fast and everything is changing'
and if your changing too, then I don't blame you
remember how you used to kiss me
but when I'm gone you don't seem to miss me

Chorus: 
I'm going back, I wonder why, I'm running fast to get home
I just can't wait to see your face but you
don't seem to miss me

Duet: 
No one can take away the things you've given
and all the good we've had alone together
There was a time when you could not resist me
Now I'm gone and you don't seem to miss me

Chorus:

I can't wait to see your face but you don't seem to miss me

Suliram
Composer(s): C.C. Carter
Performer(s): Miriam Makeba



Suliram, suliram, ram, ram
Suliram yang manis
Adu hai indung suhoorang
Bidjakla sana dipandang manis

Tingi la, tingi, si matahari
Suliram, Anakla koorbau mati toortambat
Suliram, sudala lama saiya menchari
Baruse klarung sa ya mendabat

La suliram, suliram, ram, ram
Suliram yang manis
Adu hai indung suhoorang
Bidjakla sana dipandang manis 

You Don't Own Me
Composer(s): John Madara; Dave White Tricker
Performer(s): Dusty Springfield;
and various other artists



You don’t own me
I’m not just one of your many toys
You don’t own me
Don’t say I can’t go with other boys

Don’t tell me what to do
Don’t tell me what to say
An’ please, when I go out with you
Don’t put me on display

You don’t own me
Don’t try to change me in anyway
You don’t own me
Don’t tie me down ’cause I’ll never stay

I don’t tell you what to say
I don’t tell you what to do
So just let me be myself
That’s all I ask of you

I’m young and I love to be young
I’m free and I love to be free
To live my life the way I want
To say and do whatever I please

Sul Mondo
Composer(s): Gianluigi Fortuzzi - Leo Zeuss
Performer(s): Lucio Dalla



Madonna quanta luce là in fondo
che mi viene quasi voglia di uscire
e poi magari i miei mi stanno aspettando
è già ora di partire
via che preparo una valigia di sogni
e due tre voglie dentro una sportina
oh Madonnina chi l'avrebbe mai detto
vado a incontrare la vita
vado a incontrare la vita
oh oh oh
Ma che storia sul mondo
senti che freddo
e guarda come son sporco
ti piango qualcosa
per dirti che
c'è qualcuno sul mondo
con mille sogni
e mille lacrime addosso
c'è ancora qualcuno
come te
In braghe corte son cresciuto sul mondo
e come vedi sono qui a cantare
tutti i sogni fuori dalla valigia
son qui a riordinare
son qui a riordinare
Certo di voglie sì ne ho così tante
che ci potrei fare la collezione
e che così noi come le figurine
ce le potremo scambiare
ce le potremo scambiare
oh oh oh
Ma che storia il mondo
siam così tanti
eppure ognuno è da solo
ti canto qualcosa
per dirti che
c'è qualcuno sul mondo
con mille sogni
e mille lacrime addosso
c'è ancora qualcuno
come me
che nasce un bel giorno
con mille sogni
e mille lacrime addosso
e il mondo va avanti da se
Madonna quanta luce sul mondo
che mi viene voglia di uscire
non ti ricordi quel passaggio segreto
quello per non morire
basta che porti una valigia di sogni
due tre canzoni e una tastierina
poi chiudi gli occhi fino a cento e giochi
a nascondino la vita
Che storia il mondo
per mille sogni
e mille lacrime addosso
il mondo va avanti da se
ma che storia sul mondo
per mille sogni
e mille lacrime addosso
il mondo va avanti da se
Ma che storia sul mondo
Ma che storia sul mondo

You Don't Owe Me A Thing
Composer(s): Marty Robbins
Performer(s): Johnnie Ray;
The Barnshakers; Marty Robbins; The Vees



Don't, be nice to me
just because I'm your
used to be
Forget me
You don't owe me a thing

My heart
is crying now
But it will laugh
again somehow
Forget me
You don't owe me a thing

You lend your heart
You never give
I guess I should have known
These teardrops fallin'
from my eyes
are interest on a loan

Don't, be nice to me
just because I'm your
used to be
Forget me
You don't owe me a thing

Forget me
You don't owe me a thing

Now you just lend your heart
You never give
I guess I should have known
These teardrops fallin'
from my eyes
are interest on a loan

Don't, be nice to me
just because I'm your
used to be
Forget me
You don't owe me a thing

Sul Cucuzzolo
Composer(s): C. Rossi - Edoardo Vianello
Performer(s): Rita Pavone; Edoardo Vianello



Dal cucuzzolo della montagna
con la neve alta così
nella valle noi scenderemo
con ai piedi un paio di sci-sci!

Dal cucuzzolo della montagna
sotto a un cielo tinto col blu
e con in testa un passamontagna
scenderemo sempre più giù!

Scivolando con gli sci
scivolando con gli sci
scivolando con gli sci
con una lunga lunga lunga seggiovia
sulla cima tutta bianca torneremo!

Dal cucuzzolo della montagna
con la neve alta così
nella valle noi scenderemo
con ai piedi un paio di sci-sci!

Dal cucuzzolo della montagna
con la neve alta così
nella valle noi scenderemo
con ai piedi un paio di sci-sci!

Dal cucuzzolo della montagna
sotto a un cielo tinto col blu
e con in testa un passamontagna
scenderemo sempre più giù!

Scivolando con gli sci
scivolando con gli sci
scivolando con gli sci
con una lunga lunga lunga seggiovia
sulla cima tutta bianca torneremo!

Dal cucuzzolo della montagna
con la neve alta così
nella valle noi scenderemo
con ai piedi un paio di sci-sci!

Dal cucuzzolo della montagna
con la neve alta così
nella valle noi scenderemo
con ai piedi un paio di
con ai piedi un paio di
con ai piedi un paio di
sci-sci! sci-sci! sci-sci!

You Don't Miss Your Water
Composer(s): William Bell
and various other artists



In the beginning you really loved me 
But I was blind and I could not see 
But when you left me, oh, how I cried 
You don't miss your water till your well runs dry

I was a playboy, I could not be true 
I couldn't believe I really loved you 
But when you left me, oh, how I cried 
You don't miss your water till your well runs dry 

In the beginning you really loved me 
But I was blind and I could not see 
But when you left me, oh, how I cried 
You don't miss your water till your well runs dry
You don't miss your water till your well runs dry

Sukiyaki 
Composer(s): Hachidai Nakamura - Rokusuke Ei
First release by: Kyu Sakamoto — 1961
Covered by multiple other artists

Titles In Other Languages:
1963 - Sukiyaki (by Otto Brandenburg)
1980 - Sukiyaki (by A Taste Of Honey)
1985 - La-Di-Da-Di
1993 - Lodi Dodi



Ue o muite arukou
Namida ga kobore naiyouni
Omoidasu harunohi
Hitoribotchi no yoru

Ue o muite arukou
Nijinda hosi o kazoete
Omoidasu natsunohi
Hitoribotchi no yoru

Shiawase wa kumo no ueni
Shiawase wa sora no ueni

Ue o muite arukou
Namida ga kobore naiyouni
Nakinagara aruku
Hitoribotchi no yoru

Whistling

Omoidasu akinohi
Hitoribotchi no yoru

Kanashimi wa hosino kageni
Kanashimi wa tsukino kageni

Ue o muite arukou
Namida ga kobore naiyouni
Nakinagara aruku
Hitoribotchi no yoru

You Don't Mess Around With Jim
Composer(s): Jim Croce
Performer(s): Jim Croce;
and various other artists



Uptown's got its hustlers
The Bowry's got its bums
Forty-second street's got Big Jim Walker
He's a pool-shootin' son of a gun
Well he's big and dumb as a man can come
But he's stronger than a country hoss
And when the bad folks all get together at night
You know they all call Big Jim "boss"
(Just because ...)
(They say ...)

Chorus:
You don't tug on Superman's cape
You don't spit into the wind
You don't pull the mask of the old Lone Ranger
And you don't mess around with Jim
(Ba-doo-da-doo-doo doo-doo-doo-doo doot)
Well out of South Alabama come a country boy
He said I'm lookin' for a man named Jim
I am a pool-shootin' boy, my name is Willie McCoy
But back home they call me Slim
He said I'm lookin' for the king of forty-second street
He's drivin' a drop-top Cadillac
And last week he took all my money, and it may sound funny
But I come to get my money back
(And everybody say, Jack -- don't you know that...)

(Chorus)

Well a hush fell over the pool room
When Jimmy come boppin' in off the street
And when the cuttin' was done, the only part that wasn't bloody
Was the soles of the big man's feet
He was cut in 'bout a hundred places
And he was shot in a couple more
And you better believe they sung a different kind of story
When Big Jim hit the floor
(And now they say)
You don't tug on Superman's cape
You don't spit into the wind
You don't pull the mask of the old Lone Ranger
And you don't mess around with Slim