A Fellow Needs A Girl
Composer(s): Oscar Hammerstein II - Richard Rodgers
Performer(s): Frank Sinatra
and multiple other artists



A fellow needs a girl, to sit by his side
At the end of a weary day
To sit by his side and listen to him talk
And agree with the things he'll say!

A fellow needs a girl, to hold in his arms
When the rest of the world goes wrong
To hold in his arms and know that she believes
That her fellow is wise and strong!

When things go right and his job's well done
He wants to share the prize he's won
If no one shares and no one cares
Where's the fun of a job well done, or a prize you've won?

A fellow needs a home, his own kind of home
But to make this dream come
A fellow needs a girl, his own kind of girl
My kind of girl is you!

A fellow needs a girl, his own kind of girl
My kind of girl is you!

You're A Builder-Upper
Composer(s): Harold Arlen; Ira Gershwin; E.Y. "Yip" Harburg
Performer(s): Ethel Merman;
and various other artists



When you want to
You are able to make me feel that I’m Clark Gable
Then next minute you make me feel
I’m something from the zoo
First you warm up, then you’re distant
Never knew a girl so inconsistent
I’m a big-shot at half past one
A so-and-so by two
Heaven forgive you for your sins
Keeping me on meaner than him

You’re a builder-upper, a breaker-downer
A holder-outer, and I’m a giver-inner
Sad but true, I’m a sapper or two
Taking it from a big rover like you
Don’t know where I’m atter
I’m just a this-er, then I’m a that-er
A taker on the chin-er
My, my, my, what a weakie am I
To love you as I do

Just when I’m ready to sob
You hand me a throb
And everything is hunky-dory
And that’s my story
Open your arms and I’m a stooge for your charms
You’re a builder-upper, a breaker-downer
A holder-outer and I’m a giver-inner
Sad but true, I love it I do
Being broken by a builder-upper like you

Sad but true, I love it I do
Being broken by a builder-upper like you

A Fella With An Umbrella
Composer(s): Irving Berlin
Performer(s): Peter Lawford & Judy Garland
and multiple other artists



I'm just a fella
A fella with an umbrella
Looking for a girl who saved her love for a rainy day
I'm just a fella
A fella with an umbrella
Glad to see the skies of blue have turned into skies of gray
Raindrops have brought us together and that's what I longed to see
Maybe the break in the weather will prove to be a break for me
So I'll be the fella, the fella with an umbrella
if you'll be the girl who saved her love for a rainy day

I met a fella
A fella with an umbrella
Looking for a girl who saved her love for a rainy day
I met a fella
A fella with an umbrella
Waiting for the skies of blue to turn into skies of gray
Raindrops will bring us together and that's what I long to see
Maybe a break in the weather will prove to be a break for me
I told the fella, the fella with the umbrella
I could be the girl who saved her love for a rainy day

You're A Big Girl Now
Composer(s): Marty Bryant; Robert Douglas
Performer(s): The Stylistics;
Chosen Few; The Newstead Trio



You’re a big girl now
No more daddy’s little girl 
(Oh, ho, ho, ho)
You’re a big girl now
No more daddy’s little girl 
(Oh, ho, ho, ho)

No more pigtails in your hair
No more silly looks with a childish glare
No more doll for you to play
No more dumbness in the things you say

You’re a big girl now
No more daddy’s little girl 
(Oh, ho, ho, ho)
You’re a big girl now
No more daddy’s little girl 
(Oh, ho, ho, ho)

You can love, girl, if you must
You can kiss, girl, if you must
What you’ll see day by day
All the realness in your way

And you’re a big girl now
No more daddy’s little girl 
(Oh, ho, ho, ho)
You’re a big girl now
No more daddy’s little girl 
(Oh, ho, ho, ho)

{Baby, I love you} 
Baby, I love you
{Yes, I do} 
Oh, yes, I do now
{In all my life} 
In all my life
{You’re my dream come true} 
You’re my dream come true
{You’re a big girl now} 
You’re a big girl now
{Yes, you are}
{You’re my happiness} 
Shining star

You’re a big girl now
No more daddy’s little girl 
(Oh, ho, ho, ho) 
You’re a big girl now

A Felicidade
((Italian Version: Felicità (by Catarina Valente) - 1959))
Composer(s): Antonio Carlos Jobim - Vinicius de Moraes
First release by: Silvia Telles - 1959
Covered by multiple other artists



Tristeza nao tem fim, felicidade sim
A felicidade e como gota, de orvalho numa petala de flor
Brilha tranquila. Depois de leve oscila
E cai como uma lagrima de amor

A felicidade do pobre parece
a grande ilusao do carnavao
A gente trabalha, o ano intero
Por um momento de sonho pra fazer a fantasia
De rei ou de pirata ou jardineira
Pra tudo se acabar na Quarta feira

Tristeza nao tem fim, felicidade sim
A felicidade a como a pluma, que o vento vai levando pelo ar
Voa tao leve, mas tem a vida breve
Precisa que haja vento sem parar

A minha felicidade esta sonhando
Nos olhos da minha namorada
E como esta noite, passando, passando
Em busca da madrugada falam baixo por favor
Pra que ela acorde alegre com o dia
Oferecendo beijos de amor

Your Wildest Dreams
Composer(s): Justin Hayward
Performer(s): The Moody Blues



Once upon a time
(Once when you were mine)
I remember skies
Reflected in your eyes
I wonder where you are
I wonder if you
Think about me
Once upon a time
In your wildest dreams

Once the world was new
Our bodies felt the morning dew
That greets the brand new day
We couldn't tear ourselves away
I wonder if you care
I wonder if you still remember
Once upon a time
In your wildest dreams

And when the music plays
And when the words are
Touched with sorrow
When the music plays
I hear the sound 
I had to follow
Once upon a time

Once beneath the stars
The universe was ours
Love was all we knew
And all I knew was you
I wonder if you know
I wonder if you think about it
Once upon a time
In your wildest dreams

And when the music plays
And when the words are
Touched with sorrow
When the music plays
I hear the sound
I had to follow
Once upon a time

Once upon a time
Once when you were mine
I remember skies
Mirrored in your eyes
I wonder where you are
I wonder if you
Think about me
Once upon a time
In your wildest dreams

In your wildest dreams
In your wildest dreams

A Feeling Is
Composer(s): Sheila Hutchinson
Performer(s): The Emotions



You know it's just a feelin'
A feelin' is a feelin'

A feelin' is a thing you can be sure of
Even if it's singular or plural
No matter what kind or mood of

You only know the real true meanin'
You don't have to tell anybody what's keepin'
You in a way, whatever the day
Whether it stays or go away, no

A feelin' is a thing you just can't finagle
It takes more than a rhyme or riddle
It's a matter of control over a lot or a little

Just keep in mind, real power is a virtue
Use it, you'll find you'll need no one to nurse you
When you pursue, you only accrue
What's comin' to you

It's true, it's true
It's true, it's true

Others will see you're a much better person
And it may seem they're just like a merchant
'Cause you will have the gift they've been searchin' for
And much, much more, much more

A feelin' is
(A feelin' is)
A feelin' is
(A feelin' is)
A feelin' is

You know it's just a feelin'
A feelin' is a feelin'

A feelin', oh
(A feelin', oh, a feelin' is)
A feelin' is
(I said a feelin' is, I said a feelin' is)

A feelin' is
(Somethin' precious)
A feelin' is
(Somethin' special)
A feelin' is
(Ooh, remember this is a feelin')
(Never, never, never, never, never)

A feelin', oh
(A feelin', ooh)
A feelin' is

A feelin' is
A feelin' is
A feelin' is
(A feelin' is tender, warm, precious)

A feelin', oh
(Never turn your back on a feeling)
(Never, never, never, never, never, never)
A feelin' is

Your Wild Heart
Composer(s): Charles Sana; Jimmy Testa
Performer(s): Joy Layne; The Chordettes



When we first met my heart was set
You were the love I'd never regret
Then with a smile, you left for awhile
I didn't know that your heart was so wild

Your wild heart
Your wild heart
I couldn't tame right from the start
It was just you, me for you
Your wild heart I had to choose

Then you returned, explained how you yearned
And that the flame for me still burned 
How would I know, for I loved you so
Your heart's so wild again, wants to go

Your wild heart
Your wild heart
I couldn't tame right from the start
It was just you, me for you
Your wild heart I had to choose

You act so free, it seems to me
Wild your heart always will be
But now I'm through
Things that you do
Tell my heart that you will never be true

Your wild heart
Your wild heart
I couldn't tame right from the start
It was just you, me for you
Your wild heart I had to choose

Your wild heart!

A Feast Of Friends
Composer(s): Jim Morrison
Performer(s): The Doors



Wow, I´m sick of doubt
Live in the light of certain South
Cruel bindings
The servants have the power
Dog men and their mean women
Pulling poor blankets over our sailors
I´m sick of dour faces
Staring at me from the T.V. Tower
I want roses in my garden bower; dig?
Royal babies, rubies
Must now replace aborted
Strangers in the mud
These mutants, blood meal
for the plant that´s plowed

They are waiting to take us into the severed garden
Do you know, how pale and wanton thrillful
Comes death in a strange hour
Unannounced, unplanned for
like a scaring over-friendly guest you´ve brought to bed
Death makes angels of us all and gives us wings
Where we had shoulders, smooth as ravens claws

No more money, no more fancy dress
This other kingdom seems by far the best
Until it´s other jaw reveals incest
And loose obidience to a vegetable law

I will not go
Prefer a feast of friends
To the giant family

Your Voice
Composer(s): Nico
Performer(s): Nico



Your voice will frighten my horse
Your voice will frighten my horse

Am I the target moving closer to your choice?
A certain familiarity lies in your tone of voice

Oh no no no no no no no no

Your voice will frighten my horse
Your voice will frighten my horse
My horse

Am I the target moving closer to your choice?
A certain familiarity lies in your tone of voice

Oh no no no no no no no no

Father And A Son
Composer(s): Loudon Wainwright III
Performer(s): Loudon Wainwright III



When I was your age I was just like you
And just look at me now; I'm sure you do
But your grandfather was just as bad
And you should have heard him trash his dad
Life's no picnic, that's a given
My mom's mom died when my mom was seven
My mom's father was a tragic guy
But he was so distant and nobody knows why
Now, your mother's family, you know them
Each and every one a gem
Each and every one a gem

When I was your age I was a mess
On a bad day I still am, I guess
I think I know what you're going through
Everything changes but nothing is new
And I know that I'm miserable; can't you see?
I just want you to be just like me
Boys grow up to be grown men
And then men change back into boys again
You're starting up and I'm winding down
Ain't it big enough for us both in this town?
Say it's big enough for us both in this town

When I was your age I thought I hated my dad
And that the feeling was a mutual one that we had
We fought each other day and night
I was always wrong; he was always right
But he had the power and he needed to win
His life half over, mine about to begin
I'm not sure about that Oedipal stuff
But when we were together it was always rough
Hate is a strong word; I want to back-track
The bigger the front, then the bigger the back
The bigger the front, then the bigger the back

Now you and me are me and you
And it's a different ballgame though not brand-new
I don't know what all of this fighting is for
But we're having us a teenage/middle-age war
I don't want to die and you want to live
It takes a little bit of take and a whole lot of give
It never really ends though each race is run
This thing between a father and a son
Maybe it's power and push and shove
Maybe it's hate but probably it's love
Maybe it's hate but probably it's love

Your Turn To Cry
Performer(s): The Dave Clark Five



The time has come
For me to say goodbye
You've had your fun
Now it's your turn to cry

You played around
With everyone you found
You didn't even care
If it got around

It's your turn to cry
The tears from your eyes won't bring me back again
You'll remember my words now I've gone
It's your turn to cry

I've tried so hard to make you understand
I'd give you the world if by me you would stand
You didn't even care if it caused me pain
So I just go out walkin' in the rain

It's your turn to cry
The tears from your eyes won't bring me back again
You'll remember my words now I've gone
It's your turn to cry

I'm glad it's over and it's done
(He don't love you no more)
It's you that's lonely, I'm the happy one
(He's not sad anymore)

I've turned the tables, now it's you
(You want him back again)
Who wants me, needs me
Said she'll never make me blue

The time has come
For me to say goodbye
You've had your fun
Now it's your turn to cry

You played around
With everyone you found
You didn't even care
If it got around

It's your turn to cry
The tears from your eyes won't bring me back again
You'll remember my words now I've gone
It's your turn to cry

A Brown Bird Singing
Composer(s): Royden Barrie - Hayden Wood
Performer(s): Maxine Sullivan
and multiple other artists



All through the night 
there's a little brown bird singing
singing in the dusk of the darkness 
and the dew
Oh how I wish that my heart
could go awinging
could go awinging 
straight through the nighttime
to you
to you

Your Time Is Gonna Come
Composer(s): John Paul Jones; Jimmy Page
Performer(s): Led Zeppelin; Dread Zeppelin; 
Iron Horse; Sandie Shaw; Wolfgang



Lying, cheating, hurting, that's all you seem to do
Messing around with every guy in town
Putting me down for thinking of somebody new
Always the same, playing your games
Drive me insane, trouble's gonna come to you
One of these days and it won't be long
You'll look for me but baby I'll be gone
This is all I've got to say to you woman

Your time is gonna come, your time is gonna come
Your time is gonna come, your time is gonna come

Made up my mind to break this time
Won't be so fine, it's my turn to cry
Do what you want, I won't take the brunt
It's fading away, can't feel you anymore
Don't care what you say, 'cause I'm going away to stay
Gonna make you pay for that great big hole in my heart
People talking all around, watch out woman
No longer is the joke gonna be on my heart
You've been bad to me woman, but it's coming back home to you

Your time is gonna come, your time is gonna come
Your time is gonna come, your time is gonna come

A Boy From Nowhere
Composer(s): Mike Leander - Edward Seago
Performer(s): Tom Jones; Michael Ball; John Barrowman



The nights grow cold
My search for gold
Is leading nowhere
Which ever lonely road I take
It seems to go where
It's a fight to survive
Just until tomorrow
How can I display
What I know I'm worthy of
When they turn me away

The doors are closed
To such as I
A boy from nowhere
But not to those
Who feel they find
The right to go where
They'll be met with respect
No humiliation
A man's place on earth
I have come to realise
Is decided at birth

So what's the future
No matter where I go
I will still belong
In abolition
Where we don't know where
Our next bed is coming from
Something's wrong!

I vow to stray
I won't remain
A boy from nowhere
There has to be
A place for me
And I must go there
I don't fantasize
Unlike a million others
Who must bow and scrape
For my one means of escape
Is to flourish a cape

I've thought too long to fight
The Gods if they oppose me
I have to win
I won't give in
No-one who knows me
Would expect me to fail
For the want of trying
Not a man alive
Had to beg, or steal, or fight
More than me to survive

So what's the future
No matter where I go
I will still belong
In abolition
Where good honest men grow weak
And the rich grow strong
Something's wrong!

Another jolt, another bolt
A boy from nowhere
My destiny will guarantee
That I'll only go where
It's a fight to survive
Just until tomorrow
One more mouth to feed
And the way things are 'round here
That's the last thing they need

Your Sweetness Is My Weakness
Composer(s): Barry White
Performer(s): Barry White



Ooh, girl, you know like I know, uh-huh
What your lovin', girl, has done for me
Like a Mona Lisa hangin' on a wall, uh-huh

You're a lovely sight, lovely sight to see, mmm, hmm
The way you give me your sweet love
Any place and time when you look at me I get weak in my knees
I'm so thankful that you're mine

Your sweetness is my weakness, yeah
Girl, your sweetness is my weakness, yeah, yeah
Sweetness is my weakness, well
You sweetness is my weakness

They all say that I'm a fool, uh-huh
For lovin' you, for lovin' you this way
But sure as I am, I don't give a damn
About what the people, what the people say

Other girls try to imitate you
With the other boys, uh-huh
But I'm the only boy `round here
Whose got the real macoy

Sweetness is my weakness, yeah, yeah
Sweetness is my weakness, yeah (Uh-huh), yeah (Uh-huh)
Sweetness is my weakness, yeah (Ooh), yeah (Ooh)
Sweetness is my weakness, yeah, yeah

Sweetness is my weakness

A Bowl Of Red
Composer(s): Tom Russell
Performer(s): Tom Russell



You don't put beans in chilli
You never water good whiskey down
And never play poker with a man named 'Doc'
On the Spanish side of town

And if you want to go peekin' at the doctor's daughter
You better pay the old man his bread
Then it's a short, short ride from hell to heaven
Ridin' on a bowl of red

I'm talkin' about sweet Lorene, the chilli queen
Down at number nine Pecos Street
She's got bull meat hangin' up above her head
And chilli peppers down at her feet

She's got an iron pot smokin' on a woodsmoke stove
Near an antique feather bed
Where it's a short, short ride from hell to heaven
Ridin' on a bowl of red

Here's the recipe:
Bull meat, crab meat, pig's feet, chicken feet
I've even seen her use a rabbit's head
Cemino, oregano, celanto, let it go
Then sop it up with sourdough bread

Let it boil one day, you'll be rollin' in the hay
Lorene keeps a man well fed
Just walk on down to number nine
Say, "Gimme a little bowl of red"

Peter Piper picked a bunch of chilli peppers
Tell me how many packs did Peter Piper pick
Then he took 'em on down to sweet Lorene
Said, "I need a bowl of red real quick"

She put Peter Piper's peppers in a pot on the stove
She put Peter Piper in her feather bed
And now Peter Piper's pickin' peppers all day
Just to get his daily bowl of red

Your Squaw Is On The Warpath
Composer(s): Loretta Lynn
Performer(s): Loretta Lynn



Well your pet name for me is squaw
When you come home a drinkin' and can barely crawl
And all that lovin' on me won't make things right
Well you're leavin' me at home to keep the tee pee clean
A-six papooses to break and wean
Well, your squaw is on the warpath tonight

Well I found out, a-big brave chief
The game you were huntin' for ain't beef
Get offa my huntin' grounds
And get outta my sight
This-a war dance I'm doin' means I'm fightin' mad
You don't need no more of what you've already had
Your squaw is on the warpath tonight

Well-a that fire water that a you've been drinkin'
Makes you feel bigger but chief you're shrinkin'
Since you've been on that love makin' diet
Now don't hand me that old peace pipe
There ain't no pipe can settle this fight
Your squaw is on the warpath tonight

Well I found out a-big brave chief
The game you're a hunting for ain't beef
Get offa my huntin' grounds and get outta my sight
This-a war dance I'm doin' means I'm fightin' mad
You don't need no more of what you've already had
Your squaw is on the warpath tonight
Yeah, your squaw is on the warpath tonight

Szerelem, Szerelem
(Traditional)
Performer(s): Márta Sebestyén



Szerelem szerelem
Átkozott szerelem
Szerelem szerelem
Átkozott szerelem

Mért nem termettél volt
Minden fa tetején
Minden fa tetején
Diónak levelén

Hogy szakaszhasson le
Minden leán s legén
Hogy szakaszhasson le
Minden leán s legén

Mert én szakasztottam
S el es szalasztottam
De még szakasztanék
Ha jóra találnék

Egy jóra s egy szépre
Régi szeretomre
Egy jóra s egy szépre
Régi szeretomre

Régi szeretomért
Mit nem cselekedném
Tengerbol e vizet
Kalánval kimerném

Tenger fenekérol
Gyöngyszemeket szednék
S abból e rózsámnak
Gyöngykoszorút kötnék

Your Song
Composer(s): Elton John; Bernie Taupin
Performer(s): Elton John;
and various other artists



It's a little bit funny this feeling inside
I'm not one of those who can easily hide
I don't have much money but boy if I did
I'd buy a big house where we both could live

If I was a sculptor, but then again, no
Or a man who makes potions in a travelling show
I know it's not much but it's the best I can do
My gift is my song and this one's for you

And you can tell everybody this is your song
It may be quite simple but now that it's done
I hope you don't mind
I hope you don't mind that I put down in words
How wonderful life is while you're in the world

I sat on the roof and kicked off the moss
Well a few of the verses well they've got me quite cross
But the sun's been quite kind while I wrote this song
It's for people like you that keep it turned on

So excuse me forgetting but these things I do
You see I've forgotten if they're green or they're blue
Anyway the thing is what I really mean
Yours are the sweetest eyes I've ever seen