A Guy Named Joe
Composer(s): Harlan Howard
Performer(s): Ernest Tubb



I stepped ashore in Tokyo feeling kind a blue
For I was trying to forget a love that was untrue
When by my side I found a lad, his dark eyes all aglow
He looked at me so hopefully and said is you’re name, Joe?

For Joe’s my Daddy’s name and he will soon be sailing cross the sea
He said will come back bye and bye and Joe would never lie
The warship took my dad away and mommy needs him so
And every night I hear her pray “Dear God, where is my Joe?”

Somewhere back home a guy named Joe is probably sipping beer
Does he know how important he could be if he was here?
Has he forgotten this little lad who needs his daddy so?
A promise made, a debt unpaid, their waiting for you Joe

Yes, Joe’s his daddy’s name and he will never sail across that sea
A stranger in a foreign land he let his heart get out of hand
The warship took his dad away and he’s too young to know
That off across the ocean there’s a million guys’s named Joe

You're Not The Only One
Composer(s): Bob Marlette; John Wetton
Performer(s): John Wetton



I see you now in the dead of night 
The shadows closing in
You lie and wait for the morning light 
You'll just survive till then
Loneliness only means you harm 
So try to raise a smile 
Don't you know that your open arms 
Can bridge a thousand miles?
When there's no end to it all 
Try to surrender 
Let yourself fall and just 
Try to remember
You're Not The Only One who feels pain 
Open your heart and live again 
The rule you depend upon 
From this day on
You're Not The Only One
Throw back the shutters and unlock the spell 
Let sunshine light your face 
The growing fears that you know so well 
Will vanish into space
You're Not The Only One who needs faith 
Climbing the face of the unknown 
To tell you you're not alone 
And, above all else 
You're Not The Only One
Free Yourself 
Take a good look around 
There's a lot of love to be found 
Love will not let you down

A Guy Is A Guy
((Adapted from: I Went To the Alehouse (A Knave Is A Knave) - 1719; A Gob Is A Slob)
Composer(s): Oscar Brand
Performer(s): Doris Day



I walked down the street like a good girl should
He followed me down the street like I knew he would
Because a guy is a guy wherever he may be
So listen and I'll tell you what this fella did to me

I walked to my house like a good girl should
He followed me to my house like I knew he would
Because a guy is a guy wherever he may be
So listen while I tell you what this fella did to me

I never saw the boy before
So nothin' could be sillier
At closer range his face was strange
But his manner was familiar

So I walked up the stairs like a good girl should
He followed me up the stairs like I knew he would
Because a guy is a guy wherever he may be
So listen and I'll tell you what this fella did to me

I stepped to my door like a good girl should
He stopped at my door like I knew he would
Because a guy is a guy wherever he may be
So listen while I tell you what this fella did to me

He asked me for a good-night kiss
I said, "It's still good day"
I would have told him more except
His lips got in the way

So I talked to my ma like a good girl should
And Ma talked to Pa like I knew she would
And they all agreed on a married life for me
The guy is my guy wherever he may be

So I walked down the aisle like a good girl should
He followed me down the aisle like I knew he would
Because a guy is a guy wherever he may be
And now you've heard the story of what someone did to me

And that's what he did to me

You're Nobody Till Somebody Loves You
Composer(s): James Cavanaugh; 
Russ Morgan; Larry Stock
Performer(s): Frances Faye;
and various other artists



You're nobody till somebody loves you
You're nobody till somebody cares
You might be king, you might possess, the world and its gold
But gold won't bring you happiness, when you're growing old

The world still is the same
You'll never change it
As sure as the stars shine above
You're nobody till somebody loves you
So find yourself somebody to love

A Gob Is A Slob
((Adapted from: I Went To the Alehouse (A Knave Is A Knave) - 1719; (aka A Guy Is A Guy (by Doris Day))
Composer(s): Oscar Brand



My mother told me not to talk to strangers in the street
As years went by, remembering, I was never indiscreet
But girls are girls and boys are boys
and boys and girls are fools
They're all the same, so who's to blame?
But it's nature makes the rules!

Well, I walked down the street like a good girl should
He followed me down the street like I knew he would
Because a gob is a slob wherever he may be
Listen, I'll tell you what the fellow did to me

I walked to my house like a good girl should
He followed me to my house like I knew he would
Because a gob is a slob wherever he may be
Listen while I tell you what the sailor did to me

I ran up the stair like a frightened hare
I even locked my bedroom door
I turned to the bed, I almost fell over dead
Somehow he sneaked right in before!

So I got into bed like a good girl should
He followed me into bed like I knew he would
Because a gob is a slob wherever he may be
Listen I'll tell ya what this sailor did to me

I pursed my lips, I tried to frown  
But frowning's not my style
I tried to pout, but what came out was a coy inviting smile
I knew he would of had me, even if I had refused
He didn't need encouragement, but what he got he used

I got into bed like a good girl should
He followed me into bed like I knew he would
Because a gob is a slob wherever he may be
Now listen while I tell ya what this sailor did to me

I got me a time like a good girl should
He got him a time like I knew he would
Because a gob is a slob wherever he may be
So listen while I tell ya what this sailor did to me

He grabbed me tight and he switched off the light
And he settled down to stay
I would have said, "Please leave this bed"
But who the hell is built that way?

So I had me a child like a good girl should
And he went off to sea like I knew he would
Because a gob is a slob wherever he may be
Now you heard the story of what this sailor did to me

You're No Good
Composer(s): Clint Ballard Jr.
Performer(s): Betty Everett;
and various other artists



Feeling better, now that we're through
Feeling better, cause I'm over you
I've learned my lesson, it left a scar
Now I see how you really are

You're no good, you're no good, you're no good
Baby, you're no good (I'm gonna say it again)
You're no good, you're no good, you're no good
Baby, you're no good

I broke a heart, that's gentle and true
Yes, I broke a heart over someone like you
I'll beg his forgiveness on bended knee
I wouldn't blame him if he said to me

You're no good, you're no good, you're no good
Baby, you're no good (I'm gonna say it again)
You're no good, you're no good, you're no good
Baby, you're no good

I'm telling you now baby now, that I'm goin my way
Forget about me baby, cause I'm leaving this day

You're no good, you're no good, you're no good
Baby, you're no good (I'm gonna say it again)
You're no good, you're no good, you're no good
Baby, you're no good

A Groovy Kind Of Love
((Italian Version: Non C'è Più Nessuno (by I Camaleonti) - 1967))
Composer(s): Carole Bayer Sager - Toni Wine
First release by: Diane and Annita - 1965
Covered by multiple other artists



When I'm feeling blue
All I have to do
Is take a look at you
Then I'm not so blue
When you're close to me
I can feel your heartbeat
I can hear you breathing in my ear
Wouldn't you agree
Baby you and me
Got a groovy kind of love

Any time you want to
You can turn me on to
Anything you want to
Any time at all
When I kiss your lips
Ooh, I start to shiver
Can't control the quivering inside
Wouldn't you agree
Baby you and me
Got a groovy kind of love

When I'm feeling blue
All I have to do
Is take a look at you
Then I'm not so blue
When I'm in your arms
Nothing seems to matter
My whole world could shatter
I don't care
Wouldn't you agree
Baby you and me
Got a groovy kind of love
(We got a groovy kind of love)
We got a groovy kind of love
(We got a groovy kind of love)
We got a groovy kind of love 

You're Never Too Old To Be Young
Composer(s): Frank Churchill; Larry Morey
Performer(s): Dwarf Chorus



Yodel:
Yodel-ay-ee-hoo (etc.)
(Repeat)

Chorus
You're never too old to be young
You're never too old to be young

When you start to lose your figure
And your hips are gettin' bigger
Your chest may slip
But don't you fret
No matter how weak your knees may get

(Chorus)

Though your teeth are out 
And your whiskers sprout
And your arches give away
You're never too old to be young and gay

(Yodel)

When ya ain't got any fuzz upon your dome
When ya ain't got any fuzz upon your dome 
Why the dickens should you care
If you ain't got any hair
'Cuz you never have to use a brush and comb

When you know your legs are gonna give out soon
When you know your legs are gonna give out soon
When your joints begin to squeak
If you practice for a week
You can walk around and play yourself a tune
Your voice may crack when you try to sing
But you can't be good at everything

(Yodel, etc.)

(Chorus)

Non C'è Più Nessuno
((Adapted from: A Groovy Kind Of Love (by Diane and Annita) - 1965))
Composer(s): Carole Bayer Sager - Toni Wine - Domenico Serengay
Performer(s): I Camaleonti - 1967



Non c’è più nessuno, che mi aiuti un poco
Non c’è più nessuno, son' rimasto solo
Vedo tutto il mondo, che mi crolla intorno
Un mondo che oramai, non è per me
Prima mi aiutava, a sentire le parole
che dicevi tu (che dicevi tu)
Parole che dicevi tu (che dicevi tu)

Ora invece ascolto, solamente l’eco
delle mie parole, e tu non ci sei più

Non c’è più nessuno che mi dia una mano
Che mi dica: amico, son' con te
Ora che lo sai, amore, mio ti prego
Torna qui con me, torna qui con me
Ritorna ancora qui con me, amore, torna qui con me

Non c’è più nessuno che mi dia una mano
Che mi dica: amico, son' con te
Ora che lo sai, amore, mio ti prego
Torna qui con me, torna qui con me
Ritorna ancora qui con me, amore, torna qui con me 

You're Never Fully Dressed Without A Smile
Composer(s): Martin Charnin; Charles Strouse
Performer(s): Donald Craig; 
and various other artists



Healy:
(spoken) This is Bert Healy saying ...
(singing now) Hey, hobo man
Hey, Dapper Dan
You've both got your style
But Brother
You're never fully dressed
Without a smile!

Your clothes may be Beau Brummelly
They stand out a mile
But Brother
You're never fully dressed
Without a smile!

Who cares what they're wearing
From Main Street
to Saville Row
It's what you wear from ear to ear
And not from head to toe
(That matters)

So, Senator
So, Janitor
So long for a while
Remember
You're never fully dressed
Without a smile!

Boylan Sisters:
Ready or not, here he goes
Listen to Bert
Tap his smilin' toes

Healy:
(spoken)
Ah, the lovely Boylan Sisters

Boylan Sisters:
Doo doodle-oo doo
Doo doodle-oo doo
Doo doo doo doo
Doo doo doo doo
Your clothes may be Beau Brummelly
They stand out a mile
But, brother
You're never fully dressed
You're never dressed
Without an

Connie Boylan:
S-

Bonnie Boylan:
M-

Ronnie Boylan:
I-

Connie Boylan:
L-

All Three:
E.
Smile darn ya smile

All:
That matters
So Senator
So Janitor
So long for a while

A Great Day For Freedom
Composer(s): David Gilmour - Polly Samson 
Performer(s): Pink Floyd



On the day the wall came down
They threw the locks onto the ground
And with glasses high we raised a cry for freedom had arrived

On the day the wall came down
The ship of fools had finally run aground
Promises lit up the night like paper doves in flight

I dreamed you had left my side
No warmth, not even pride remained
And even though you needed me
It was clear that I could not do a thing for you

New life devolves day by day
As friends and neighbours turn away
And there's a change that, even with regret, cannot be undone

Now frontiers shift like desert sands
While nations wash their bloodied hands
Of loyalty, of history, in shades of grey

I woke to the sound of drums
The music played, the morning sun streamed in
I turned and I looked at you
And all but the bitter residue slipped away...slipped away 

You're My World
Composer(s): Umberto Bindi; Gino Paoli; Carl Sigman
Performer(s): Cilla Black;
and various other artists



You're my world 
You're every breath I take 
You're my world 
You're every move I make 
Other eyes see the stars up in the sky 
But for me they shine 
Within your eyes 

As the seas reach for the sun above 
So my arms reach out for you with love 
With your hand resting in mine 
I feel a power so divine. 

You're my world 
You are my night and day 
You're my world 
You're every prayer I pray 
If our love ceases to be 
Then it's the end of my world 
The end of my world 
The end of my world for me

A Great Big Bunch Of You
Composer(s): Harry Warren - Mort Dixon
Performer(s): Guy Lombardo & His Royal Canadians
and multiple other artists



Say, little honey, I haven't any money
But it's grand, it's grand
It's grand when you haven't any money
To hold your honey's hand

Say, little honey, don't you think my clothes are funny
Being second-hand
And though I'm out of style
What is it makes my life worthwhile

A little walk, a little park
A little bench, a little dark
A little who's this, a little what's this
And a great big bunch of you

A little kiss, a little sigh
A little when, a little why
A little who's this, a little what's this
And a great big bunch of you

I'm like a robin in the Spring
That wants to sing all day
I'll pawn my watch and ev'rything
If you'll agree to what I say

A little house, a little lot
What have we got, well, you know what
A little who's this, a little what's this
And a great big bunch of you

I'm never weary when I hug and kiss my dearie
Oh, it's fine, just fine
It's fine ev'rytime I kiss my dearie
For it's like a drink of wine

We're very clever 'cause we never, ever
Ever have to spend a dime
We never will go short
Indulging in our favourite sport

A little walk, a little park
A little bench, a little dark
A little who's this, a little what's this
And a great big bunch of you

A little kiss, a little sigh
A little when, a little why
A little who's this, a little what's this
And a great big bunch of you

I'm like a robin in the Spring
That wants to sing all day
I'll pawn my watch and ev'rything
If you'll agree to what I say

A little house, a little lot
What have we got, well, you know what
A little who's this, a little what's this
And a great big bunch of you

You're My Thrill
Composer(s): Sidney Clare; Jay Gorney
Performer(s): Billie Holiday;
and various other artists



I've been 'neath the moon before
Held by the charms
Of other arms
I heard love's tune before
And it used to bore me
'Till you stood before me

You're my thrill
You do something to me
You send chills right through me
When I look at you
'Cause you're my thrill

You're my thrill
How my pulse increases
I just go to pieces
When I look at you
'Cause you're my thrill

Nothing seems to matter
Here's my heart on a silver platter
Where's my will
Why this strange desire
That keeps mounting higher and higher
When I look at you
I can't keep still
You're my thrill

A Gospel Song
Composer(s): Bob Geldof
Performer(s): Bob Geldof



If you see her say hello
If she asks how I'm doing let her know
If she says is he O.K. say it's slow
But he's coming round
And if you sleep with her
Through the darkest night
And you wake beside her in the early light
Kiss her gently like I might
And bring her round

If she stumbles if she trips and slows
In the darkest rain and through the driving snow
Bring her straight here
I'll be on my own
But bring her round

And every dream and every shadow that you heard
Makes you want to cry
'Cause it's a big bad world

If you want her let her know
If she's leaving let her go
All of this will pass but it passes slow
And you'll come around
When the wind blows through October skies
And you wake up in the cold twilight
And you stretch your hand out and there's
nothing there but the night
And the darkness is all around
If you see her say hello
If she asks how I'm doing let her know
If she says is he O.K. say it slow
But he's coming round

When the rain falls from the blackened sky
There's a heart breaking but it feels alright
See I should have done something but I let it slide
And I'll come around

Every dream and every shadow that you've heard
Don't make it cry like you want to die
In this big bad world

You're My Mother
Composer(s): Chip Davis
Performer(s): Mud



Ooh Ooh Ooh
Ooh Ooh Ooh

You want me to be more forceful
You say that I could get there
Your head’s leaning on my shoulder
But I don’t know what it’s doing there

Chorus:
You're my mother and there is no other
I'll keep you in mind but you should retire from me

We sit out in the garden
And breath the cool fresh air
Then you come out with a problem
It’s not like being at the seaside

Chorus

Break

Try to ask you for myself
Got to let my mind out
Fixed in one position
Got to make myself shout

Chorus

A Good Year For The Roses
Composer(s): Jerry Chesnut
First release by: George Jones - 1970
Covered by multiple other artists



I can hardly bear the sight of lipstick
On the cigarettes there in the ashtray
Lyin' cold the way you left'em
But at least your lips caressed them while you packed
And a lip print on a half-filled cup of coffee
That I poured and didn't drink
But at least you thought you wanted it
And that's so much more then I can say for me

It's been a good year for the roses
And many blooms still linger there
The lawn could stand another mowin'
Funny,I don't even care
And when you turn to walk away
As the door behind you closes
The only thing I know to say
It's been a good year for the roses

After three full years of marriage
It's the first time that I haven't made the bed
I guess the reason we're not talkin'
There's so little left to say,we haven't said
And while a million thoughts go racin' through my mind
I find I haven't spoke a word
And from the bedroom,the familiar sounds
Of our one baby's cryin' goes unheard

But what a good year for the roses
And may blooms still linger there
The lawn could stand another mowin'
Funny,I don't care
And when you turn to walk away
As the door behind you closes
The only thing I know to say
It's been a good year for the roses

The only thing I know to say
It's been a good year for the roses

You're My Jamaica
Composer(s): Kent Robbins
Performer(s): Charley Pride



Every day I read ads in the paper
Sayin' come to the island (Come to the island)
Bikinied ladies, sweet rum drinks
They'll keep you smilin' (Down in the islands)
I've got calypso music on the record at home
When it comes to the warmth and the sunshine
Well I got my own

You're my Jamaica, you're where I want to be
You're my island when I'm being tossed on a stormy sea
My heavenly haven where I could spend eternity
You're my Jamaica, you're paradise to me

White sunny sands, palm trees and tans
It sounds so invitin' (Sounds so inviting)
Limbo dancin' and starlight romancin'
It's all so exciting (Come on down, come on down, come on down)
Well I've got my flowery shirt
And rum punch in my hand
And my own exotic lover and my native land

You're my Jamaica, you're where I want to be
You're my island when I'm being tossed on a stormy sea
My heavenly haven where I could spend eternity
You're my Jamaica, you're paradise to me

You're my Jamaica, you're where I want to be
You're my island when I'm being tossed on a stormy sea
My heavenly haven where I could spend eternity
You're my Jamaica, you're paradise to me

You're my Jamaica, you're where I want to be
You're my island when I'm being tossed on ...

A Good Time
Composer(s): John Prine
Performer(s): John Prine



Time was once just a clock to me
And life was just a book a biography
Success was something you just had to be
And I would spend myself unknowingly

And you know that I could have me a million more friends
And all I’d have to lose is my point of view
But I had no idea what a good time would cost
Till last night when I sat and talked with you

An apple will spoil if it’s been abused
A candle disappears when it’s been used
A rainbow may follow up a hurricane
And I can’t leave forever on a train

And you know that I’d survive if I never spoke again
And all I’d have to lose is my vanity
But I had no idea what a good time would cost
Till last night when you sat and talked with me

You can smile for the lack of something else to do
And no one will laugh and point a finger at you
If your tears didn’t always make me feel so bad
Would you still cry every time that you felt sad?
I thought I’d heard and seen enough to get along
Till you said something neither of us knew
And I had no idea what a good time would cost
Till last night when I sat and talked with you

You're My Home
Composer(s): Billy Joel
Performer(s): Billy Joel
and various other artists



When you look into my eyes
And you see the crazy gypsy in my soul
It always comes as a surprise
When I feel my withered roots begin to grow
Well I never had a place that I could call my very own
But that's all right, my love, 'cause you're my home

When you touch my weary head
And you tell me everything will be all right
You say, "Use my body for your bed
And my love will keep you warm throughout the night"
Well I'll never be a stranger and I'll never be alone
Wherever we're together, that's my home

Home can be the Pennsylvania Turnpike
Indiana's early mornin' dew
High up in the hills of California
Home is just another word for you

Well, I never had a place that I could call my very own
But that's all right, my love, 'cause you're my home

If I travel all my life
And I never get to stop and settle down
Long as I have you by my side
There's a roof above and good walls all around
You're my castle, you're my cabin and my instant pleasure dome
I need you in my house, 'cause you're my home

You're my home

You're my home ...