À L'ombre Des Maris
Composer(s): Georges Brassens
Performer(s): Georges Brassens



Les dragons de vertu n'en prennent pas ombrage
Si j'avais eu l'honneur de commander aù bord
A bord du Titanic quand il a fait naufrage
J'aurais crié:"Les femm's adultères d'abord!"

Ne jetez pas la pierre à la femme adultère
Je suis derrière ...

Car, pour combler les vœux, calmer la fievre ardente
Du pauvre solitaire et qui n'est pas de bois
Nulle n'est comparable à l'epouse inconstante
Femmes de chefs de gar', c'est vous la fleur des bois

Ne jetez pas la pierre à la femme adultère
Je suis derrière...

Quant à vous, messeigneurs, aimez à votre guise
En ce qui me concerne, ayant un jour compris
Qu'une femme adultère est plus qu'une autre exquise
Je cherche mon bonheur à l'ombre des maris

Ne jetez pas la pierre à la femme adultère
Je suis derrière...

À l'ombre des maris mais, cela va sans dire
Pas n'importe lesquels, je les tri', les choisis
Si madame Dupont, d'aventure, m'attire
Il faut que, par surcroit, Dupont me plaise aussi!

Ne jetez pas la pierre à la femme adultère
Je suis derrière...

Il convient que le bougre ait une bonne poire
Sinon, me ravisant, je détale à grands pas
Car je suis difficile et me refuse à boire
Dans le verr; d'un monsieur qui ne me revient pas

Ne jetez pas la pierre à la femme adultère
Je suis derrière...

Ils sont loins mes débuts ou, manquant de pratique
Sur des femmes de flics je mis mon dévolu
Je n'étais pas encore ouvert à l'esthétique
Cette faute de gout je ne la commets plus

Ne jetez pas la pierre à la femme adultère
Je suis derrière...

Oui, je suis tatillon, pointilleux, mais j'estime
Que le mari doit être un gentleman complet
Car on finit tous deux par devenir intimes
A force, à force de se passer le relais

Ne jetez pas la pierre à la femme adultère
Je suis derrière...

Mais si l'on tombe, hélas! sur des maris infames
Certains sont si courtois, si bons si chaleureux
Que, même apres avoir cessé d'aimer leur femme
On fait encore semblant uniquement pour eux

Ne jetez pas la pierre à la femme adultère
Je suis derrière...

C'est mon cas ces temps-ci, je suis triste, malade
Quand je dois faire honneur à certaine pecore
Mais, son mari et moi, c'est Oreste et Pylade
Et, pour garder l'ami, je la cajole encore

Ne jetez pas la pierre à la femme adultère
Je suis derrière...

Non contente de me dé plaire, elle me trompe
Et les jours ou, furieux, voulant tout mettre à bas
Je cri:"La coupe est pleine, il est temps que je rompe!"
Le mari me suppli':"Non ne me quittez pas!"

Ne jetez pas la pierre à la femme adultère
Je suis derrière...

Et je reste, et, tous deux, ensemble on se flagorne
Moi, je lui dis:"C'est vous mon cocu préféré"
Il me réplique alors:"Entre toutes mes cornes
Celles que je vous dois, mon cher, me sont sacrées"

Ne jetez pas la pierre à la femme adultère
Je suis derrière...

Et je reste et, parfois, lorsque cette pimbeche
S'attarde en compagni' de son nouvel amant
Que la nurse est sorti', le mari à la peche
C'est moi, pauvre de moi! qui garde les enfants

Ne jetez pas la pierre à la femme adultère

Hot Rod Harry
Composer(s): Martin Christian
Performer(s): Johnny Bond



Everybody make way for Hot Rod Harry
of brains and cash I ain't got narry
Gotta cravin' love for blazin' speed
a whizzin' Lizzie, that's all I need

Now who needs dough, that's what I say
want somethin' bad enough, there's a will'n'a way
Da big dump heap just south of town
a lotta ol' cars just layin' around

Snuck out late one Wednesday night
so dark even ghosts were all outta sight
found four old wheels and a frame t'boot
won't look like much, but who gives a hoot

Got a motor block from an old dump truck
just my speed and just my luck
took it all home plus a dozen tires
got my hammer 'n' nails 'n' some bailin' wire

Heard tell about a man of another day
built a wonderful, wonderful one horse shay
I'll do me the same, just give me the tools
my mama didn't raise no idiots or fools

Lotta hard work 'n' she's ready to roll
I took to that thing like a weevil to a boll
A friend of mine towed it t'the top of a hill
a lotta smooth road 'n' it's all downhill

I released the brake 'n' was under way
sailing was smooth if I do so say
At fifty per, got ta sizin' her up
if I left sumpin' out, I'm a suck-eyed pup

Sixty MPH, just look at them tires
balanced so smooth 'n' the clutch's on fire
our instrument's workin', cool as the snow
this baby's a peach, beats walkin' you know

I put her together like Edsels and Fords
got me some old-timed running boards
Eighty, then ninety, sailing along
got fair piece from home, ain't nothin' goin' wrong

Hit a hundert'n'ten at the foot of the grade
as the builder of hot rods I've got it made
a foot on the brake, I slowed her way down
swung to a stop and turned 'er around

Pulled up in the station and up to the pump
hollered to the man, "Hey, man, fill 'er up"
He grabbed the hose, started t'lookin' around
scratchin' his head and snortin' around

"I give up," the station man said
"where's the gas cap?" (my face turned red)
I knowed there was something, as my mind went blank
I forgot to install a gasoline tank

À L'ombre Bleue Du Figuier
Composer(s): Michelle Senlis
Performer(s): Jean Ferrat



À l'ombre bleue du figuier
Passent passent les étés
À l'ombre bleue du figuier
Passent passent ils sont passés

J'étais comme les bergers
Un chien fou sur les talons
J'étais comme les bergers
Moitié blé moitié chardon
Voyant se lever le jour
J'y croyais à chaque fois
L'amour appelle l'amour
J'étais prince je suis roi

À l'ombre bleue du figuier
Passent passent les étés
À l'ombre bleue du figuier
Passent passent ils sont passés

Ivre comme les oiseaux
J'étais poussé par le vent
Ivre commes les oiseaux
Je me suis cogné souvent
J'allais cherchant dans la brume
Une lampe ou un drapeau
J'y ai laissé quelques plumes
Mais j'ai gardé mon chapeau

À l'ombre bleue du figuier
Passent passent les étés
À l'ombre bleue du figuier
Passent passent ils sont passés

À la bouche une chanson
Dans mon coeur un amour fou
À la bouche une chanson
J'ai rêvé que jusqu'au bout
On dira qui était-il
Me jetant des roses-thé
Moi je dormirai tranquille
Heureux d'avoir pu chanter

À l'ombre bleue du figuier
Passent passent les étés
À l'ombre bleue du figuier
Passent passent ils sont passés

Hopped Up Mustang 
Composer(s): Bill Romberger; Arlen Sanders
Performer(s): Arlen Sanders



Let me tell ya about my new steed
built for comfort, just my speed
Ford Mustang, modified to set the pace
Man, I could hardly wait to get out'n'race

It's got a 289 motor, with a special Cobra kit
there ain't nothin' on the road that can even touch it
It's got eight carburetors and it uses them all
with a four-speed stick that just won't stall

With that transistor iginition and power-pipe exhaust
this is the machine that'll really get lost
Everthing built to make it perform
it may not be hot but it sure is warm

We took delivery at the factory late one night
it was purrin' like a kitten and movin' just right
We pulled up on the freeway like it was goin' down hill
and started passin' the sleds like they was standin' still

Then all of a sudden, before I could bat an eye
a Cadillac sedan passed me by
Somebody said, like, "that's the wheels for me"
but by then the tail lights was all I could see

Well, these cats ribbed me for bein' behind
so I started to make that Mustang unwind
Pushed the foot-feed clear to the floor
said "that's all there is, there ain't no more"

Smoke was rollin' outta the back
when I started to gain on that Cadillac
I was sure I could catch him 'n' I hoped I could pass
but by then I knew I'd be short on gas

We went around a curve and passed a truck
I pulled out my rabitt's foot, just for luck
The fenders just missed the guardrail post
the guy in the back was white as a ghost

I glanced over at the chick on the other side
her face was blue 'n' I thought she'd died
But I wasn't worried, 'cause what the heck
by now me 'n' that Caddy was neck-and-neck

I guess they'd thought I'd lost my sense
the telephone poles looked like a picket fence
They said "slow down, I see spots
the lines on the road just look like dots"

Went around a corner with the tires on the side
you could feel the tension, man, what a ride
I said "hold on, I got a license to fly"
and that Cadillac faded back and let me by

Then I looked in the mirror 'n' saw somethin' comin'
and I thought it was a plane by the way it was hummin'
I'd been caught by a helicopter 'n' the CHP
that was it, man, the end of me

Well, they busted me and threw me in the can
so there was nothin' I could do but call the old man
He said "wail in jail, 'cause I won't bail"
Dang me, he told me not to hop up that Mustang!

A Load Of Hay
Composer(s): Howard Barnes - Michael Feahy - Ethelbert Nevin
Performer(s): Doris Day



Lovely day on top of a load of hay 
All the world is millions of miles away
The old grey mare will get us there 
She won't hurry and I should worry I haven't got a care

I'm o.k. on top of a load of hay 
Hard at work with nothing to do all day
My only view, a sky of blue 
Life is lovely because you told me you love me

Sun slowly sinking, wish you were with me 
I'm thinking your arms around me
Oh what a thrill it would be
Every day on top of a load of hay 

I'm the queen of everything I survey
The sun is bright, the world's alright 
I'm contented cause you've consented to marry me
Life is lovely because you told me you love me

Sun slowly sinking, wish you were with me 
I'm thinking your arms around me
Oh what a thrill it would be
Every day on top of a load of hay 

I'm the queen of everything I survey
The sun is bright, the world's alright
I'm contented 'cause you've consented to marry me
I'm contented 'cause you've consented to marry me

Hot Rod Rocket
Composer(s): Charlie Ryan; W.S. Stevenson
Performer(s): Charlie Ryan



You heard of the Russians 'n' their man in space
they say we're behind in this rocket race
Well up in Washington they started thinkin'
they needed the cat with the Hot Rod Lincoln

'Cause he was half of the Hot Rod Race
the Hot Rod Lincoln, 'n' the Burlington Chase
"Pass the Russians" was their battle cry
or they'll rule the world as well as the sky

Now the kid that was drivin' that hopped up hack
turned twenty-one just a while back
He got a letter from his Uncle Sam
he hopped in his rod & said "Here I Am"

Down at Canavaral not long after that
who should I see but the hot rod cat
Boarded the missile with a smile on his face
I knew right then there was gonna be a race

When the hatch was shut on his channeled rod
I heard him sing out to a gathered crowd
"don't stand to close when I throttle her back
man this rod is mean, like there ain't no slack"

When the count-down came, later that day
blasted off, he was up-and-away
Screamed off the pad with his hot machine
wastin' no time pouring on the steam

Then all of a sudden, way up ahead
he spied a Russian in his rocket red
He pushed the button 'n' gave her a blast
'n' went into orbit, and I do mean fast

Passed old Jupiter, headed for Mars
clippin' them off up there in the stars
Commin' up fast, away out in space
like, man, they was havin' a rocket race

The Kid never frowned on an honest race
as long as it was done in a proper place
He gave her a blast, to make her unwind
he was gainin' fast, commin' up from behind

He was hummin' along at a frantic clip
'cause there was no speed limit on this trip
The cat in the Lincoln was takin' a ride
'n' him 'n' that Russian was side-by-side

There wasn't a crowd out there in space
him 'n' that Sputnik was havin' a race
He figgered that he could get enough force
to steer the Russian off'n his course

Heading for the sun, where it's good 'n' hot
so he blasted off just one more pot
Eased over beside him, and crowded him out
sure enough the Russian had'a turn 'em about

Countries are bettin', and the stakes are high
on just who is gonna rule the sky
Now this is not the end of this here race
'cause that hot rod cat's still out in space

We haven't heard lately, but we will soon
that hot rod cat's headed for the moon
Time stands still when you're out in space
but man we're havin' a rocket race

A Little White Gardenia
Composer(s): Sam Coslow
Performer(s): Al Bowlly
and multiple other artists



For I bring a little white gardenia
As refreshing as a day in May
You may wear it if you care
Or toss it away

If you look into this white gardenia
There's a message there I dare not say
That I'll let this little white gardenia convey

Who knows tomorrow we may be
Together or so far apart
Take this token of my love
Cherish it and keep it close to your heart

If our paths should ever cross again dear
Accidentally, or by fate designed
If you wear a little white gardenia
I'll know you are mine

Who knows tomorrow we may be
Together or so far apart
Take this token of my love
Cherish it and keep it close to your heart

If our paths should ever cross again dear
Accidentally, or by fate designed
If you wear a little white gardenia
I'll know you are mine

X-15
Composer(s): Johnny Bond
Performer(s): Johnny Bond



Gather 'round you cat's 'n' you'll hear
about a race I had in the stratosphere
Ol' Joe had a slick jet, I mean
and I flew a souped-up X-15

Now don't tune me out, I know what you're a-thinkin'
'n I ain't gonna bug ya with no Hot Rod Lincoln
No, that was a long time ago
by my grandad back in nineteen six-oh

But now it's a-nineteen'n'ninety seven
we raced our jets next door to heaven
So if you're ready I'll start at the top
once I get a-goin' I won't wanna stop

Well they fastened our jets up under the wing
of one of them big B70 things
lifted us up to 80,000 feet
where the atmosphere and the stratosphere meet

Well, they cut us loose, and we cut away out
broke the sound barrier, there's not doubt
Gave her the gun, heard the motors purr
revved her up to 4,000 per

Off to my left, ol' Joe was a-whistlin'
he was doin' okay in that rocket of hizzin'
it was half past two when we left Nevada
now passin' below, Denver, Colorada

I noticed I was fallin' a little behind
so I thought I'd make this ol' turtle unwind
This little baby is sweeter than sweet
at a hundred and forty-four thousand feet

Now this X-15 is a goin' thing
got two little stubs, they call it a wing
won't help you much if the motor stalls
hey, lookie below, Niagra Falls

I kept goin' up on a two-degree course
ol' Joe kept comin', he weren't ridin' no horse
I noticed my (?) was a-makin' commotion
about the time we reached the Atlantic ocean

Now 'long about here, supposed to turn 'em around
and gather more speed as we angle 'em down
Sumpin' had happened, I heard a loud pop
looked out in time to see both motors stop

Now this little dip wasn't wrote in the script
when them jets went out I nearly quit
'cause when this dang thing starts to fall
it floats like a two-ton cannonball

Wait just a minute, sumpin' wrong here
this thing ain't fallin', goin' high in the air
faster'n'faster, the higher we go
how we gonna get down, man I don't know

Well we circled the Earth in three hours flat
yes I'm in orbit, no doubt about that
here I sit, just circlin' in space
what's that? 
Don't ask me, I don't know who won the race

A Little Voice
Composer(s): Gluck - Lester
Performer(s): Dean Martin



A little voice deep within me
Says our romace is through 
I've been suspicious lately
Your coldness gave me the clue

A little voice deep within me
Says we're drifting apart 
The way you say "I love you"
No longer comes from your heart

I wanna hear you tell me that your love still is strong
I want those old embraces to prove my fears are wrong

You'll find that someday if you'll leave me
I will know how how to cry 
But that little voice within me
Won't know how to tell you goodbye

But that little voice within me 
Won't know how to tell you goodbye

Hot Rod Boogie
Composer(s): Dorse Lewis
Performer(s): Dorse Lewis



Rock It Boys!

Now I went to the junk yard the other day
Justta take a load a scrap iron away
Now I got off to a pretty good start
when I traded my junk for some used car parts
I took 'em home and I never stopped
'n' I put 'em together, and here's what I've got
(setta dice...shake, rattle and roll, roll 'er boys)

Now, the cab and chassis of a model-A
and the springs and shackels of a Chevrolet
A Mercury motor and a Dodge rear end
and the fenders off an old Terraplane
Fuel pump off a GMC and the windshield off an ol' Model-T
Two big axles, one-a them dead
off a Studebaker 'n' a President (split axles makes it boogie)

Now, it's got a Crosley tire and a Cadillac tube
a Buick carbureter and a Henry J hood (all parts interchange)
Plymouth radiator and Chrysler lights
'n' a generator off an old Willys Knight
The gearshift up on the steering wheel
and the emergency off an Olds-O-Mobile, a Rocket 88 (rock it boys)

Now it's got the Kaiser looks 'n' the Frazer shape
a Pontiac horn 'n' Packard licence plates (violatin')
When I flunged it together I had a lot of fun
everybody asked me, "do you think that'll run?"

Well I got it to run and I started to town
and a motorcycle cop aimed to chase me down
I knew he's close't, I could see in the mirror
I said "heck, bud, I'm still in second gear"

So I give it the gas, 'n' with m'double clutch
and I left him not a-makin' much (about a hunderd and four)
When the speedometer hit a hunderd and five
I felt it drop into overdrive
and then it started viberatin', shimmyin' 'n' goin' inta the boogie

Now its top speed I'd hate to try to tell
because I think it's faster'n jet propelled
Don't ask me to buy 'cause I won't sell my Hot Rod
but if you want to take a ride just drop me a line
If you got the money honey, I've got the time (we'll go hotroddin')

A Little TLC
Composer(s): Lynsey de Paul - Terry Britten
Performer(s): Kidd Video (Bryan Scott)



I got your heart, baby, you got mine
We got a love of a different kind
The kind of love that will stand the test
'Cause you give your best...tenderness

There's not a thing, baby, we can't do
If we're together, we'll see it through
I got your heart and your sweet caress
Nothing less! tenderness

A little TLC, from you to me
TLC...Tender Loving Care
A little tender loving care 

You give your love, you give everything
You let me know what you're feeling
You put an end to my emptiness
My SOS, for tenderness

A little TLC, from you to me
TLC...Tender Loving Care
A little tender loving care 

(Give me T!) The tenderness, nothing less
(L!) The love that I need
(Give me C!) Sweet caress, love care and tenderness
(T... L... C!) All I need's a little...

A little TLC, from you to me
TLC...Tender Loving Care
A little tender loving care 

Hot Rod Race, Navy Style 
Composer(s): Roger Woodward
Performer(s): Woodward Brothers



Well me and my buddy, ol' Swabby Joe
took off in a can from ol' Sassbo
The chow was poor 'n' the fuel was low
but the doggone can could really go

Along about in the middle of the night
we were steamin' along like a tin can might
when a cruiser behind us blinked her lights
blew her whistle and pulled to the right

Well we had twin screws on our old can
which makes you think that we're in a jam
but f'you swabs who don't get this kinda jive
we had six boilers with overdrive

Now we're tin can men, and we likely knew
that we'd race all night, 'less somethin blew
The stern was down from the turn of the screws
as on through the waves we flew and flew

Our exec was pale, he said he was sick
but us tin can men knew he was just a hick
Why should we worry, what the heck
that cruiser 'n' us were still neck-and-neck

Yes on through the ocean we did glide
a'flyin' low with the throttle wide
Our skipper screamed and the crew they cried
but the doggone cruiser was still right beside

Well we looked over the fantail, where sumpin' was a comin'
we thought it was a jet by the way it was a hummin'
It was a'comin' along at a terrible pace
and we knew right then was the end of this race

As it steamed passed us we looked the other way
and the cruiser's crew, they had nothin' to say
For there goin' by was a reserve JG
pushin' a hopped-up LST

A Little Thing Like Love
Composer(s): Allan Clarke - Tony Macaulay
Performer(s): The Hollies



Took you from Dakota from the Black Hills to the plains
I brought you up a lady and the right way to behave
Turned my pockets inside-out and not a dime was saved
and now you're trying to decide whether to go or stay

Don't let a little thing like love keep on bringing you down, my babe
or ever change the plans you made
Don't let a little thing like tears keep on turning you 'round, my babe
You're old enough to change your ways
And if you're feeling all run down, you look for the brighter lights uptown
Don't let a little thing like me ever stand in your way

Took you on a fast train across the Rio Grande
a Mexicano wedding with a Tijuana band
You blew my whole life savings and all the gold I'd panned
So if you're trying to find a way to say your sweet goodbyes

You're old enough to change your ways
And if you're feeling all run down
you look for the right to light the town
Don't let a little thing like me
ever stand in your way
Don't let a little thing like love

Hot Rod Race No.5 (aka The Kid In The Model-A)
Composer(s): Arkie Shibley
Performer(s): Arkie Shibley



I'm just the kid from the hot rod race
the one that the cops wouldn't even chase
I didn't think they'd get so hot
I's just drivin' along in my hopped-up pot

When I saw two cars on the road ahead
a-racin' like mad, to myself I said
"I'll have some fun an' pass 'em by far
they think they're so hot in their brand new cars"

I let her out a little bit more
I pushed the foot clean to the floor
"I'll show those guys who's in top place
I'll really give 'em a hot rod race

I bent a little further over the wheel
and felt the floorboard beneath my heel
I heard the sudden roar of my old exhaust pipe
I knew right then the race they'd fight

I rolled up behind 'em an' give 'em a blast
to let 'em know I's about to pass
but they didn't budge, and their wild, mad ride
they stayed ahead an' was side-by-side

So I took to the ditch to get by the flight
I scattered sand to the left and sand to the right
It didn't even slow their speed
my Model-A has what I need

Now I passed up the guys in that race
I've got us back to a normal pace
I got her by without a spill
whoa, boy, it was quite a thrill

If ya ever get mad at a hot rod kid
remember the things that once't you did
when you were young, carefree and gay
and had a hopped-up Model-A

A Little Street Where Old Friends Meet
Composer(s): Gus Kahn - Harry Woods
Performer(s): Nat "King" Cole
and multiple other artists



It's just a little street 
Where old friends meet
I'd love to wander back 
Someday

To you, it may be old
And sort of tumbled down, 
But it means a lot to folks 
In my hometown

Although I'm rich or poor
I still feel sure 
I'm welcome as the flowers in May

It's just a little street 
Where old friends meet
And treat you in the same old way

Although I'm rich or poor
I still feel sure 
I'm welcome as the flowers in May

It's just a little street 
Where old friends meet
And treat you in the same old way

Hot Rod Race No.4 (aka The Guy In The Mercury)
Composer(s): George Wilson
Performer(s): Arkie Shibley



You've heard'a the guy an' his brother Joe
who took off in their Ford from San Pedro
an' how they raced through deserts wide
with a Mercury that stayed right by their side

Now I'm the guy who was in that Merc
an' I'm callin' myself all kind of a jerk
for ever tryin' that kind've a race
I might have known I'd lose my face

But the road was straight 'n' the road was wide
'n' me 'n' that Ford stayed side by side
I stuck to him through thick an' thin
but I knew all the time I's riskin' my skin

When the hopped-up Model-A blew a'past
I wondered then how long it would last
but I didn't have too long to wait
to see what would happen, to learn my fate

The cop's heads, who spun in fright
got on their bikes an' took to flight
They came up behind me with a siren blast
I knew right then my fun had passed

The guy in the Ford kept racin' on
he was tryin' to catch that son-of-a-gun
who was drivin' that hot rod Model-A
but I didn't have a thing to say

Now I'm sittin' here alone in the klink
with plenty of time to wonder and think
I pace the floor, I frume an' fret
I don't even have a cigarette

Oh, why did I ever get in that race
to end up here in this awful place?
Should have had more sense, is all I can say
don't ever race with a kid in a hopped-up Model-A

A Little On The Lonely Side
Composer(s): Frank Weldon - Dick Robertson - James Cavanaugh
Performer(s): Harry Kaye
and multiple other artists



I’m a little on the lonely
A little on the lonely side
I keep thinking of you only
And wishing you were by my side
You know my dear when you’re not here
There’s no one to romance with
So if I’m seen with someone else
It’s just someone to dance with
Every letter that you send me
I read a dozen times or more
Any wonder that I love you more and more
Oh how I miss your tender kiss
And long to hold you tight
I’m a little on the lonely side tonight

Hot Rod Race No.3 (aka Arkie Meets The Judge)
Composer(s): Arkie Shibley; Leon Kelley; Jackie Hayes
Performer(s): Arkie Shibley



Now me and my wife and my brother Joe
were home asleep in San Pedro
when the doorbell ring and I run to the door
there stood a cop, and he sure was sore

"You're under arrest, you're goin' to the klink
for wreckless drivin' and raisin' such a stink
So grab your hat and hurry, too
the judge wants to have a little talk with you"

He put me in the wagon and locked the door
I thought I'd never see my wife no more
The cops finally got me but what the heck
me and the Mercury stayed neck-and-neck

We got to the station and he took me inside
the cop he told me it was the end of the ride
We went down the hall and opened the door
and there was the judge in the middle of the floor

He took my driver license and all my money too
and said "six months I'm a-givin' to you"
But I don't care, but what the heck
me and that Mercury stayed neck-and-neck

Now I'm a-sittin' in my cell, all broken-hearted
and the six-months has barely started
But I'm not the only one that's feelin' blue
'cause the guy that drove the Mercury is in here too

The cops is still looking both night and day
for the kid in the hopped-up Model-A
They say they'll catch him but I don't think it's so
'cause that Model-A can fairly go

Now I'll be outta here in some of these days
'n' I'll hunt the kid in the Model-A
And he'll be the one that'll hafta pray
'cause I'm gonna get me a hopped-up Model-A

A Little Night Dancin'
Composer(s): John Cougar Mellencamp
Performer(s): John Cougar Mellencamp



Well west of Zion
They got a hot spot brewing
Handcuffs and kisses
For the people who live there

Guitar player's playing
Cinderella saying
Hey boys get that spoon to my nose
And we'll run through the midnight air

Night, night, whoa night dancin'
Hey just a little, little, little night dancin'
Night, night, whoa night dancin'
Hey just a little, little, little night dancin'

Sodom and Gomorah
They run the roadhouse
They keep everything jumping
As the drummer keeps the beat

And it's really something when those kids start bitchin'
Yeah it starts me itching
As I jump to my feet to go

Night, night, whoa night dancin'
Hey just a little, little, little night dancin'
Night, night, whoa night dancin'
Hey just a little, little, little night dancin'

Night, night, whoa night dancin'
Hey just a little, little, little night dancin'
Night, night, whoa night dancin'
Hey just a little, little, little night dancin'

Hot Rod Race No.2
Composer(s): Arkie Shibley; Leon Kelley; Jackie Hayes
Performer(s): Arkie Shibley



Now me and my wife and my brother Joe
are back home safe in San Pedro
My tires are wore out 'n' my gas is low
and my doggone Ford'll just barely go

My twin pipes are busted, I'm really in a rut
one carburetors a'leakin and the other one's stuck
my overdrive's slippin, it won't stand the pace
my oil she's a drippin' outta the busted crankcase

The top is tore 'n' it shore does leak
'n' the springs are stickin' up through the seat
The wind blew in and chilled my bride
but me and that Mercury stayed side by side

Now she rattles and smokes like an old diesel truck
I made it home though, I guess it was luck
'cause my bearings were busted, my radiator too
and my fan belt was broke 'bout half in two

My brother's still pale 'n' my wife's still sick
my old Ford's nothin' but a wreck
but I don't worry for what the heck
Me and that Mercury stayed neck-and-neck

A Ford's a good car, and mighty fast too
but this one is shot 'n' there's nothin' ta do
so I thought it over and here's what I'll do
I'm gonna trade it off, now wouldn't you?

The guy that gets it, he's gonna be sore
an' he won't like me any more
but why should I worry, for what the heck
me and that Mercury stayed neck-and-neck

But we had a good race 'n' I'll remember the day
that me and that Mercury went out to play
an' there's one more thing I'd like to say
don't try to beat a kid in a hopped-up Model-A