Sylvie (aka Bring Me Li'l Water Silvy; Bring Me Little Water, Sylvie)
Composer(s): Huddie "Leadbelly" Ledbetter
Performer(s): Huddie Ledbetter - 1935
and multiple other artists



Bring me little water, Sylvie
Bring me little water now
Bring me little water, Sylvie
Every little once in a while

Don't you hear me callin'
Don't you hear me now
Don't you hear me callin'
Every little once in a while

Don't you see me comin'
Don't you see me now
Don't you see me comin'
Every little once in a while

Your Love
Composer(s): H.B. Barnum; W. Johnson
Performer(s): Marilyn McCoo & Billy Davis



Each day when I rise and I look at you
I can't believe I'm living a dream come true
And as long as you feel the way you do
I'll do everything to make all your days fresh and new

Your love, keeps me satisfied
Your love, fills my heart with pride
Your love, keeps getting stronger
Cause we really try
You love, simple, sweet and pure
Your love makes me feel secure
Your love, and I'm very sure
It keeps my heartbeat pounding
Your love makes me want you more
Your love, don't ever worry 'bout it running short
Cause I can't do without it, Your love

Lord only knows how much I love you
SoI'm gonna take the time to show you 
How much I care
Just as long as there's heaven above you 
This I can promise no other's love will I share

Your love, keeps me going strong
Your love, keeps me hangin' on
Your love, this feeling never seems to disappear
Your love, shelter from the storm
Your love, keeps getting better to me year after year
Your love, keeps me feeling fine
Your love, always on my mind
Your love just got to tell you baby one more time
I can't do without it
Ain't no doubt about it
I can't do without your sweet love

Sylvie
Composer(s): Charles Aznavour
Performer(s): Charles Aznavour



Sylvie
Ou sont tes plaisirs
Et tes rires d'enfant
Sylvie
Ou sont tes désirs
De mordre à belles dents
La vie
Éveillant tes jeunes printemps
À l'aube de tes joies
Tu pleures déjà
Pour
Un garçon insensé
Qui un jour
Sans raison a brisé
Pour toujours
Les espoirs de ton coeur
Plein d'amour
Toi tu pleures

Sylvie
Ce que l'on voit fuir
Ne se rattrape pas
Sylvie
Armé d'un sourire
Un inconnu viendra
Ravi
D'apporter des rêves en toi
Par un nouveau bonheur
Au fond de ton coeur
Viens
Car à l'âge d'aimer
Le chagrin
Ne doit pas t'effleurer
Car demain
Peut sombrer ton malheur
Puisque rien
Ne demeure

Sylvie
Quand on a de l'espoir
Tout peux recommencer
Sylvie
Range ton mouchoir
Et repoudre ton nez
Souris
Car la vie ce traîne à tes pieds
Ne la repousse pas
Tu regretteras
Quand
Tes années s'enfuiront
Que le temps
Me donnera raison
Tristement
Tu te diras:"trop tard!"
En fouillant
Ta mémoire
Sylvie
Là tu comprendras
Ce que tu as perdu
Sylvie
Les jours d'autrefois
Ne se revivent plus
Aussi
Ouvre ton coeur à l'inconnu
Qui changera tes jours
Par un cri d'amour

Your Latest Trick
Composer(s): Mark Knopfler
Performer(s): Dire Straits; The Tribute Band



All the late night bargains have been struck
Between the satin beaus and their belles
And prehistoric garbage trucks
Have the city to themselves
Echoes roars dinosaurs
They're all doing the monster mash
And most of the taxis and the whores
Are only taking calls for cash

I don't know how it happened
It all took place so quick
But all I can do is hand it to you
And your latest trick

My door was standing open
Security was laid back and lax
But it was only my heart got broken
You must have had a pass key made out of wax
You played robbery with insolence
And I played the blues in twelve bars down Lover's Lane
And you never did have the inteligence to use
The twelve keys hanging off my chain

I don't know how it happened
It all took place so quick
But all I can do is hand it to you
And your latest trick

Now it's past last call for alcohol
Past recall has been here and gone
The landlord finally paid us all
The satin jazzmen have put away their horns
And we're standing outside of this wonderland
Looking so bereaved and so bereft
Like a Bowery bum when he finally understands
The bottle's empty and there's nothing left

I don't know how it happened
It was faster than the eye could flick
But not all I can do is hand it to you
And your latest trick

Sylvia
Composer(s): Oley Speaks



Sylvia's hair is like the night
Touched with glancing starry beams
Such a face as drifts thro' dreams 
This is Sylvia to the sight
And the touch of Sylvia's hand is as light as milkweed down
When the meads are golden brown 
And the autumn fills the land 
Silvia just the echoing 
Of her voice brings back to me
From the depths of memory
All the loviliness of spring 
Sylvia! Sylvia! 
Such a face as drifts thro' dreams
This is Sylvia to the sight

Your Husband, My Wife
Composer(s): Irwin Levine; Toni Wine
Performer(s): Johnny Maestro & The Brooklyn Bridge;
Skeeter Davis & Bobby Bare



She knows I am true
But what she don't know is I'm true to only you
Tell me, where does it stop?
Does he know his married life is on the rot?
Now before you say you want me for the rest of your life
What are we gonna do about your husband?
And what are we gonna do about my wife?

Sneak to your side
In the darkness where my faithfulness must hide
Knowing I'll forever taste
All the tears I'll put upon my children's face
Now before I say I want you for the rest of my life
What are we gonna do about your husband?
And what are we gonna do about my wife?

Should we stop and look around
Let's think about the hearts we'll be breakin'
And though we want each other, need each other and love each other
Think about the move we are makin'
Baby, don't get right
No matter what, we'll never never say goodbye
And I, I promise you this
Though she wears my ring you'll always have my kiss
Don't ask for marriage; we can't pay the price
'Cause you don't really wanna hurt your husband
And I don't really wanna hurt my wife (your wife)

Oh we'd better stop, think it over, baby
Oh what are we gonna do now?
Now you've got to help me, baby
... and fade

The Sword Of Damocles
Composer(s): Richard O'Brien
Performer(s): Peter Hinwood; Adam Caine; Independents



Rocky Horror:
The Sword of Damocles is hanging over my head
And I've got the feeling someone's gonna be cutting the thread
Oh, woe is me
My life is a misery
Oh, can't you see
That I'm at the start of a pretty big downer
I woke up this morning with a start when I fell out of bed
(That ain't no crime)
And left from my dreaming was a feeling of unnameable dread
(That ain't no crime)
My high is low
I'm dressed up with no place to go
And all I know
Is I'm at the start of a pretty big downer

Dr. Frank-N-Furter:  
Oh, Rocky!
(Sha la la la, that ain't no crime)

Rocky Horror: 
Oh, no, no, no
(Sha la la la, that ain't no crime

Rocky Horror: 
Oh, no, no, no

Dr. Frank-N-Furter: 
Oh, my baby!
(Sha la la la)
(That ain't no crime)
(That ain't no crime)

Rocky Horror: 
The Sword of Damocles is hanging over my head

Dr. Frank-N-Furter: 
Oh, really!
(That ain't no crime)

Rocky Horror:
And I've got the feeling someone's gonna be cutting the thread
(That ain't no crime)
Oh, woe is me
My life is a mystery
And can't you see
That I'm at the start of a pretty big downer

Dr. Frank-N-Furter: 
Come here!
(Sha la la la, that ain't no crime)

Rocky Horror: 
Oh, no, no, no
(Sha la la la, that ain't no crime)

Rocky Horror: 
Oh, no, no, no
(Sha la la la)
(That ain't no crime)
(That ain't no crime)
(Sha la la la, that ain't no crime)

Rocky Horror: 
Oh, no, no, no,
(Sha la la la, that ain't no crime)

Rocky Horror: 
Oh, no, no, no
(Sha la la la)
(That ain't no crime)
(That ain't no crime
(Sha la la)

Your Horoscope For Today
Composer(s): Weird Al Yankovic
Performer(s): Weird Al Yankovic



Aquarius!
There's travel in your future when your tounge
freezes to the back of a speeding bus
Fill that void in your pathetic life by playing
Whack-a-mole 17 hours a day

Pisces!
Try to avoid any Virgos or Leos with the Ebola Viruis
You are the true lord of the dance
No matter what those idiots at work say

Aries!

The look on your face will be priceless
when you find that 40 pound watermelon in your colon
Trade toothbrushes with an albino dwarf
And give a hickey to Maryil Streep

Taurus!
You will never find true happiness
What you gonna do, cry about it?
The stars predict that tomorrow you'll wake up
do a bunch of stuff, and then go back to sleep

That's your horoscope for today, for today-ay-ay-ay
That's your horoscope for today
That's your horoscope for today, for today-ay-ay-ay
That's your horoscope for today

Gemini!
Your birthday party will be ruined once again
by your explosive flatulance
Your love life will run into trouble
when your fiancie throws a javilin through your chest

Cancer!
The position of Jupiter says that you should spend
the rest of the week face down in the mud
Try not to shove a roll of duct tape up your nose
while taking your driving test

Leo!
Now is not a good time to photocopy your butt
and tape it to your bosses face, oh no
Eat a bucket of tuna flavored pudding
and wash it down with a gallon of strawberry Quick

Virgo!
All Virgos are extremely friendly and intelligence
Except for you!
Expect a big suprise today
when you wind up with your head impaled upon a stick

That's your horoscope for today, for today-ay-ay-ay
That's your horoscope for today
That's your horoscope for today, for today-ay-ay-ay
That's your horoscope for today

Now you may find it inconciveable
or at the very least a bit unlikely
that the relitive position of the
planets and the stars could have
could a special deep significance
or meaning that exclusively applies to only you
But let me give you my assurance
that these forcasts and predictions
are all based on on solid scientific documented evidence
so you would have to be some kind of moron
not to realize that every single one
of them is absoultely true
Where was I?

Libra!
A big promotion is just around the corner
for someone much more talented than you!
Laughter is the very best medicine
remember that when your appendix bursts next week

Scorpio!
Get ready for an unexpected trip when
you fall screaming from an open window
Work a little bit harder on improving
you low self esteem, you stupid freak

Saggitarius!
All your friends are laughing behind your back
Kill Them....
Take down all the naked pictures of
Ernest Borgiene you've got hanging in your den

Capricorn!
The stars say you're a exciting and wonderful person
but you know they're lying
If I were you I'd lock my doors and windows
and never, never, never
never, never, leave my house again

That's your horoscope for today, for today-ay-ay-ay
That's your horoscope for today
That's your horoscope for today, for today-ay-ay-ay
That's your horoscope for today

Swlabr
Composer(s): Pete Brown - Jack Bruce
Performer(s): Cream
and multiple other artists



Coming to me in the morning, leaving me at night
Coming to me in the morning, leaving me alone
You've got that rainbow feel but the rainbow has a beard

Running to me a-crying when he throws you out
Running to me a-crying, on your own again
You've got that pure feel, such good responses
But the picture has a moustache

You're coming to me with that soulful look on your face
Coming looking like you've never ever done one wrong thing

You're coming to me with that soulful look on your face
You're coming looking like you've never ever done one wrong thing

So many fantastic colours; I feel in a wonderland
Many fantastic colours makes me feel so good
You've got that pure feel, such good responses
You've got that rainbow feel but the rainbow has a beard

Your Groovy Self
Composer(s): Lee Hazelwood
Performer(s): Nancy Sinatra



Don't talk to strangers on the bus
You know that could be dangerous
Don't walk on sticks or stones
Don't answer ringin' phones
You know I've got to worry
'Til you bring your groovy self on home to me

Don't take up with no alley cats
They really don't know where it's at
Don't fall or trip on things
Stay away from happenings
You know I've got to worry
'Til you bring your groovy self on home, ummm, to me

(Instrumental Break)

Oooooohhh, be careful walkin' down the street
You never know what you might meet
Don't change a thing or two
I'm hung up child on you
And you know I've got to worry
Until you bring your groovy self on home to me

Get your groovy self on home

The Swiss Maid 
Composer(s): Roger Miller
Performer(s): Del Shannon
and multiple other artists



One time a long time ago 
On a mountain in Switzerland 
Yo lo lo lo lo 
There lived a fair young maiden 
Lovely but lonely 
Yo ho  ho ho 

Day after day she’d pine her heart away 
Yo lo lo lo lo lo lady yay 
‘Cause no love came her way 

One day her papa say 
Someday we’ll go down to the village in the valley 
There you’ll meet a nice young man 
He’ll ask for your hand 
Then you’ll be happy 

But every day she grew unhappier 
On the mountain in Switzerland 
Yo lo lo lo lo 
Every day a little bit lonelier 
Which way to turn, which way to go 

And day after day she’d pine her heart away 
Yo lo lo lo lo lo lady yay 
But no love came her way 

Some say the maiden’s dream never came true 
She never got to go to the valley 
If she did or not I really don’t know 
Wo..ho..ho ho 
Did she die unhappy 

I’d rather think she found her love 
Wouldn’t you rather think she did find love 
Somewhere, someway 
Yodel..lady..ay 
Yodel…lady..ay 

Your Good Girl's Gonna Go Bad
Composer(s): Billy Sherrill; Glenn Sutton
Performer(s): Tammy Wynette;
and various other artists



I've never seen the inside of a Bar Room 
Or listened to a Juke box all night long 
But I see these are the things 
that bring you pleasure 
So I'm gonna make some changes in our home 

Well I've heard it said if you can't beat 'em join 'em 
so if that's the way you wanted me to be 
Well if it takes that to keep you happy 
From now on you're gonna see a different me 

Chorus 

Because your good girl's gonna go bad 
I'm gonna be the swinginest swinger 
you've ever had 
If you like 'em painted up, powdered up, 
then you oughta be glad 
'cos your good girl's gonna go bad 

I'll even learn to like the taste of whisky 
In fact you'll hardly recognise your wife 
I'll buy some brand new clothes and dress up fancy 
For my journey to the wilder side of life 

Chorus 

Because your good girl's gonna go bad 
I'm gonna be the swinginest swinger you ever had 
If you like 'em painted up, powdered up 
Then you oughta be glad 'cos your good girl's gonna go bad 

Oh yea your good girl's gonna go bad

The Swingin' Shepherd Blues
Composer(s): Kenny Jacobson - Moe Koffman - Rhoda Roberts
Performer(s): Moe Koffman
and multiple other artists



Along a mountain pass
There is a patch of grass
Where the swingin' shepherd plays a tune

His sheep never stray
Dancin' all day
Til they see the pale and yellow moon

And then he leads his flock
And homeward they all rock
To the tune of the swingin' shepherd blues

Come home, shepherd
Play those haunting trills
Come home, shepherd
Let it echo through the hills

The swingin' shepherd blues

Your Good For Nothing Heart
Composer(s): Pat Noto; Webb Pierce
Eddie Scalzi; George Williams
Performer(s): Webb Pierce



Your good for nothing heart
Won't ever let to start
Loving someone who
Would forever be true

You don't know what you want it's plain
And you're driving me insane
As you go cheating cheating
Cheating round on me

Your good for nothing heart
I can't have any part
Now your love it seems
Cause I'm never in your dreams

Oh but someday you're gonna cry
You'll be lonely by and by
You won't think you're smart then
With your good for nothing heart

Your good for nothing heart

Your good for nothing heart ...

Swingin' On The Moon
Composer(s): Robert Bruce - Mel Tormé
Performer(s): Mel Tormé; Perry Danos; Nikki Yanofsky



Are you tired of summer nights and noons?
Do you yawn when they speak sunny Spain?
Could you live without ever seeing old Rangoon?
Then come with me and let's go swingin' on the moon

Have you had enough of London fog
New York snow and California smog?
Would you say "arrivederci" to Rome in June?
Then fly with me and let's go swingin' on the moon

Let's have a honeymoon on the moon, honey
Far from the noisy earth below
And if your mama asks "Why the moon" honey
Just tell her your feller has gone inter-stellar

Grab your hat and we'll head off in the blue
In a little rocket built for two
Baby, we're gonna blast off, and before we're through
We'll leave the cares that we know on terra firma below
While we go singin' and swingin' on the moon

Hey, let's grab a holiday on the moon, honey
Far from the hustle of  the crowd
And if your folks ask about our house, honey
Tell mater and pater we live in the crater

We're really gonna enjoy a life of ease
Livin' on moonlight cocktails and green cheese
Mister and Missus Space Commuter, if you please 
And in a few years we might produce our own satelite
While we go singin' and swingin' on the moon

Swingin' on the moon ... moonlight cocktail ...
Moonlight becomes you ... blue moon ...
Moon over Miami ... velvet moon ... how high the moon ...
Don't let the moon get away ... the moon was yellow ...

We're singin', we're swingin'

We're singin' and a swingin' on the moon

Your Gold Teeth
Composer(s): Walter Becker; Donald Fagen
Performer(s): Steely Dan



Got a feeling I've been here before
Watching as you cross the killing floor
You know you'll have to pay it all
You'll pay today or pay tomorrow
You fasten up your beaded gown
Then you try to tie me down
Do you work it out one by one
Or played in combination
You throw out your gold teeth
Do you see how they roll
I have seen your iron and your brass
Can't you see it shine behind the glass
Your fortune is your roving eye
Your mouth and legs
Your gift for the runaround
Torture is the main attraction
I don't need that kind of action
You don't have to dance for me
I've seen your dance before
Do you throw out your gold teeth
Do you see how they roll

Tobacco they grow in Peking
In the Year of the Locust
You'll see a sad thing
Even Cathy Berberian knows
There's one roulade she can't sing
Dumb luck my friend
Won't suck me in this time
	
Got a feeling I've been here before
Won't you let me help you find the door
All you got to do is use
Your silver shoes
A gift for the runaround
Use your knack darlin'
Take one step back darlin'
There ain't nothing in Chicago
For a monkey woman to do
Do you throw out your gold teeth
Do you see how they roll

Swinging On A Star
((French Version: À Toi De Choisir (by Richard Anthony)) - 1964))
Composer(s): Johnny Burke - Jimmy Van Heusen
First release by: Bing Crosby & Williams Brothers - 1944
Covered by multiple other artists



Would you like to swing on a star
Carry moonbeams home in a jar
And be better off than you are
Or would you rather be a mule?

A mule is an animal with long funny ears
Kicks up at anything he hears
His back is brawny but his brain is weak
He's just plain stupid with a stubborn streak
And by the way, if you hate to go to school
You may grow up to be a mule

Or would you like to swing on a star
Carry moonbeams home in a jar
And be better off than you are
Or would you rather be a pig?

A pig is an animal with dirt on his face
His shoes are a terrible disgrace
He has no manners when he eats his food
He's fat and lazy and extremely rude
But if you don't care a feather or a fig
You may grow up to be a pig

Or would you like to swing on a star
Carry moonbeams home in a jar
And be better off than you are
Or would you rather be a fish?

A fish won't do anything, but swim in a brook
He can't write his name or read a book
To fool the people is his only thought
And though he's slippery, he still gets caught
But then if that sort of life is what you wish
You may grow up to be a fish
A new kind of jumped-up slippery fish

And all the monkeys aren't in the zoo
Every day you meet quite a few
So you see it's all up to you
You can be better than you are
You could be swingin' on a star

Your Flag Decal Won't Get You Into Heaven Anymore
Composer(s): John Prine
Performer(s): John Prine



While digesting Reader's Digest
In the back of a dirty book store
A plastic flag, with gum on the back
Fell out on the floor
Well, I picked it up and I ran outside
Slapped on my window shield
And if I could see old Betsy Ross
I tell her how good I feel

Chorus:
But your flag decal won't get you
Into Heaven any more
They're already overcrowded
From your dirty little war
Now Jesus don't like killin'
No matter what the reason's for
And your flag decal won't get you
Into Heaven any more

Well, I went to the bank this morning
And the cashier he said to me
"If you join the Christmas club
We'll give you ten of them flags for free"
Well, I didn't mess around a bit
I took her up on what he said
And I stuck them stickers all over my car
And one on my wife's forehead

Repeat Chorus:

Well, I got my window shield so filled
With flags I couldn't see
So, I ran the car upside a curb
And right into a tree
By the time they got a doctor down
I was already dead
And I'll never understand why the man
Standing in the Pearly Gates said...

But your flag decal won't get you
Into Heaven any more
We're already overcrowded
From your dirty little war
Now Jesus don't like killin'
No matter what the reason's for
And your flag decal won't get you
Into Heaven any more

À Toi De Choisir
((Adapted from: Swinging On A star (by Bing Crosby) - 1944)
Composer(s): Johnny Burke - Jimmy Van Heusen - Jacques Plante
Performer(s): Richard Anthony - 1964



Ma petite sœur bien aimée - oh oh oh
Viens un peu ici m'écouter - oh oh oh
Je t'aime bien mais tu me désoles - oh oh oh
Car tu ne fais rien à l'école !

À toi de choisir ce que tu veux devenir - ah oui alors
Quelqu'un dont on parle et qu'on admire - tout à fait d'accord
Ou simplement un petit animal qui ne sait rien et qui se tient très mal
Mais si tu prends la première solution - oui bien sûr
Tu dois apprendre tes leçons - je ne veux pas apprendre les leçons

Ma petite sœur bien aimée - oui oui
Prends conseil de ton frère aîné - je veux bien je veux bien
Pour trouver plus tard un mari - oh j'ai le temps
Faut savoir la géométrie - menteur

À toi de choisir ce que tu veux devenir
Mais il faut bûcher pour réussir - à qui le dis-tu
Savoir les chefs lieux des départements - tu le sais toi
Et conjuguer un verbe à tout les temps
Si l'on voyait que tu comptes sur tes doigts - comme toi
Tous tes copains riraient de toi - tu parles ils font tous comme moi
Oh oh oh
Oh oh oh
Oh oh oh

Mais si tu fais bien tes devoirs
Tu n'as pas de crainte à avoir
Le succès te tendra les bras
Et moi je serai fier de toi - oh oh oh
Et moi je serai fier de toi - oh oh oh
Et moi je serai fier de toi - oh oh oh

Your Feet's Too Big
Composer(s): Ada Benson; Fred Fisher
Performer(s): Fats Waller;
and various other artists



Spoken:
Who's that walkin' 'round here? 
Mercy! 
Sounds like baby patter 
Baby elephant patter, that's what I calls it

Say, up in Harlem, at a table for two
There were four of us, me, your big feet and you 
From your ankles up, I say you sure are sweet
From there down, there's just too much feet! 

Yes, your feet's too big! 
Don't want ya 'cause your feet's too big! 
Can't use ya 'cause your feet's too big! 
I really hate ya 'cause your feet's too big! 
Yeah! 

Lah-dee-doo-dah
Nah-dah-nah-dah 
Where d'ya get 'em? 
Nah-dee-ah-dah

Your girl, she likes ya, she thinks you're nice
Got what it takes to be in paradise 
She said she likes your face, she likes your rig
But, man, oh, man, them things are too big 

Oh, your feet's too big 
Don't want ya 'cause your feet's too big! 
Mad at ya 'cause your feet's too big 
I hate ya 'cause your feet's too big 

Spoken:
My goodness, gun the gunboats! 
Shift! Shift! Shift!

Oh, your pedal extremities are colossal 
To me you look just like a fossil 
You got me walkin', talkin' and squawkin'
'Cause your feet's too big, yeah 

Spoken: 
Come on and walk that thing 
Oh, I never heard o' such walkin', Mercy! 
You know your pedal extremities really are obnoxious
One never knows, do one?