Swingin' Down The Lane 
Composer(s): Isham Jones - Gus Kahn
First release by: Isham Jones and His Orch. - 1923
Covered by multiple other artists



Everybody's hand in hand
Swingin' down the lane
Everybody's feelin' grand
Swingin' down the lane

That's the time I miss the bliss
That we might have known
Nights like this
When I'm all alone

When the moon is on the rise
Baby I'm so blue
Watchin' lovers makin' eyes
Like we used to do

When the moon is on the way
Still I'm waitin' all in vain
Should be swingin' down the lane
With you

Your Bulldog Drinks Champagne
Composer(s): David Bellamy; Jim Stafford
Performer(s): Jim Stafford



There was a lady in a window
In the room across the way
From the hotel I was staying in
While on my holiday
I couldn't help but see everything
'Cause I was peeping I confess
Still after dinner every night
She had the strangest guest

She'd retire to her favorite chair
And sit there with a dog
Fill the crystal glasses
While the fire danced on the log
I watched them drink their bubbly brew
Until the fire grew dim
Then I stuck my head out the window
And said why not me instead of him

Oh your bulldog drinks champagne
And I ain't one to complain
What a perfect waste of wine it seems to be
So honey, tell ol' rover that the big dog's coming over
'Cause any woman that would get a bulldog drunk
Would have to be good to me

Fourteen days and fourteen nights
Not one word did I hear
Her with her silk and champagne 
Over to me in my shorts with a beer
She just left the curtains wide 
And I knew she knew I could see
Her and the pug-nosed mutt 
Guzzling wine and teasing me

Oh your bulldog drinks champagne
And I ain't one to complain
What a perfect waste of wine it seems to be
So honey, tell ol' rover that the big dog's coming over
'Cause any woman that would get a bulldog drunk
Would have to be good to me

So I made a bolder move
I went over and rang her bell
I heard growling from inside 
And I got scared as hell
Then the bulldog staggered out the door
And he said, how do yo do
But the lady bit me on the leg
And I said r-rouf, I love you too

Oh your bulldog drinks champagne
And I ain't one to complain
What a perfect waste of wine it seems to be
So honey, tell ol' rover that the big dog's coming over
'Cause any woman that would get a bulldog drunk
Would have to be good to me

Swingin' 
Composer(s): Lionel Delmore - John Anderson
First release by: John Anderson



There's a little girl in our neighbourhood 
Her name is Charlotte Johnson and she's really looking good 
I had to go and see her so I called her on the phone 
I walked over to her house, and this was going on: 
Her brother was on the sofa eating chocolate pie 
Her mama was in the kitchen cutting chicken up to fry 
Her daddy was in the backyard rolling up a garden hose 
I was on the porch with Charlotte feeling love down to my toes 

And we were swingin' 
Yeah we were swingin' 
Little Charlotte she's as pretty as the angels when they sing 
I can't beleive it started on her front porch in the swing 
Just a swingin' 

Now Charlotte is a darling she's the apple of my eye 
When I'm on the swing with her it makes me almost high 
Now Charlotte is my lover and she has been since the spring 
I just can't believe it started on her front porch in the swing 
Just a swingin' 

Your Backyard
Composer(s): Burton Cummings
Performer(s): Burton Cummings



I wrote you long love letters, Mama, I sent 'em on day by day
Need you now even more than I did before
As I'm lookin', here's your Daddy comin'
With a big ole shotgun too
Lovin' situtation look mighty poor

So if'in you're really wonderin' what I'm doin' in your backyard
I told you ,Baby, I'd beat it home so soon
But if you're really worrin' 'bout what I' m doin' in your backyard
Come on out later I'll show you by the light of the moon

I had some dreams and fortune really, Mama, I got carried away
And lookin' back even more than I did before
As I'm leapin' , creepin', hidin', sleepin' here's your Daddy with a shotgun too
My lovin' situtation ain't nothin' but poor

So if'in you're really worried 'bout what I'm doin' in your backyard
I told you, Baby, I's beatin' it home so soon
Well if you're really worrin' 'bout what I' m doin' in your backyard
Come on out later I'll show you by the light of the moon

Baby, thinkin' 'bout reelin' back, wonderin' why I'm standin' here cryin', 
Honey, lookin' in your backyard
Don't ya worry 'bout nothin', ya got nothin' on your mind but me
But as I'm layin' on my back about, thinkin' 'bout summertime gettin' back all the way
Everything I see, Honey, reminding me

Come on get your lovin' man, come on get him while he's hot, get him on the run
Babe, I here your lookin' but really too blind to see, oh, hey, What ya gonna think
About wham-bam, thank you Maam, where you goin' on the Wildwood trail
Everything I see, Honey, reminding me

Baby, might be thinkin' 'bout, really livin' back, layin' back, standin' in your backyard
Told you, Baby, I's beatin' it home so soon
If you're really wonderin' what I' m doin' in your backyard
Come on out later, Babe, I'll show you by the light of the moon

Swing, Mr. Mendelssohn
Composer(s): Walter Jurmann - Gus Kahn - Bronislaw Kaper
Performer(s): Judy Garland



Da da da da da da da
oh do dad dah dah
dah dah dah dah da da o da o

Teach me how to sing
Music with a modern rhythm
Let me swing
Mr. Mendelssohn swing

Mmusic is a thing
That's no good without that rhythm
Sweet and hot
Past the soul
Get yourself a little dash of holy ho
And swing it Mr. Mendelssohn swing it high
Hey
swing it low
oh
di di di di di
di di do da da
and swing it
Mr. Mendelssohn swing
di di di di di di
oh oh da da da
and swing it Mr. Mendelssohn swing
swing it Mr. feel it Mendelssohn
a rodie doc a rodie doc a rodie da
In my singing school
I am one of many
ouuu it's just so cool
Mr. Mendelssohn had his day
many could pass him this day day
di di di do 
di di di da da da
rodie doc rodie doc
hey de hey hey de hey
hey de hey hey de ho
hey de ho oooohhhh

Your Baby Has Gone Down The Plug-Hole
(aka Mother's Lament)
(Traditional)
Performer(s): Cream;
and various other artists



A mother was bathin' her baby one night
The youngest of ten, a poor little mite
The mother was fat and the baby was fin
T'was nawt but a skellington wrapped up in skin

The mother turned round for the soap from the rack
She weren't gone a minute, but when she got back
Her baby had gone, and in anguish she cried
"Oh, where is my baby?", and the angels replied

Your baby has gorn dahn the plug'ole
Your baby has gorn dahn the plug
The poor little thing was so skinny and thin
He shoulda been bathed in a jug

Your baby is perfik'ly happy
He won't need no bathin' no more
He's workin' his way through the sewers
Not lost, just gone on before

Your baby has gorn dahn the drainpipe
And the chlorine is bad for his eyes
He's havin' a swim, and it's healthy for him
He needed the exercise

Don't worry 'baht 'im, just be 'appy
For I know he is suff'rin' no pain
Your baby has gorn dahn the plug'ole
Let's hope he don't stop up the drain

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Alternate Verse:


Your baby is perfik'ly 'appy
He won't need a bath any more
He's muckin' abaht with the angels above
Not lost but gone before

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Swing Medley
Performer(s): The Star Sisters



He was a famous trumpet man from old Chicago way
He had a boogie style that no one else could play
He was the top man at his craft
But then his number came up and he was gone with the draft
He's in the army now, a-blowin' Reveille
He's the boogie woogie bugle boy of Company B
A-toot, a-toot, a-toot-diddelyada

(And now three lovely ladies that are
sending GI's hearts all over the World)

Ai, ai, ai, ai, ai
Have you ever danced in the tropics?
Well that girl's a fool
With the Gaucho ?????
Of the South American way, hey!

Ai, ai, ai, ai. ai
Could you have ever kissed in the moon light
If you never kissed
Who knows what you've missed
In the South American Way

Bei mir bist du schoen
Please let me explain
Bie mir bist du schoen means you're grand

Bei mir bist du schoen
Again I'll explain
It means you're the fairest in the land

I could say "bella, bella"
Even say "wunderbar"
Each language only helps me tell you
How grand you are

I'll try to explain
Bei mir bist du schoen
So kiss me and say you'll understand

(Okay guys, grab your gal and hit the floor
'Cos here's that beat you've been waiting to swing to)

Who's the lovin' daddy with the beautiful eyes
What a pair o' lips, I'd like to try 'em for size
I'll just tell him, "Baby, won't you swing it with me"
Hope he tells me, "Baby, what a wing it will be"
So, I said politely "Darlin' may I intrude"
He said "Don't keep me waitin' when I'm in the mood"

In the mood
In the mood
In the mood
It didn't take me long to say "I'm in the mood now"

If you ever go down Trinidad
They make you feel so very glad
Calypso sing and make up rhyme
Guarantee you one real good fine time

Drinkin' rum and Coca-Cola
Go down Point Koomahnah
Both mother and daughter
Workin' for the Yankee dollar

Oh, Tico Tico, tick
Oh, Tico Tico, tock
This Tico Tico, he's the cuckoo in my clock
And when he says "Cuckoo"
He means it's time to woo
It's Tico time for all the lovers in the block

I've got a heavy date
A tete-a-tete at eight
So speak, oh Tico, tell me is it getting late?
If I'm on time, cuckoo
But, if I'm late, woo woo
The one my heart is gone to may not want to wait

In Spain they say "Si, si"
In France you hear "Oui, oui"
Ev'ry little Dutch girl says "Ya, ya"
Ev'ry little Russian says "Da, da"

La-la-la-la-da-da-da-da
Da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da
Da-da-da-de-de-da-da
De-da-da-da-da-da-da-da

Younger Than Springtime
Composer(s): Oscar Hammerstein II - Richard Rodgers
First performance by: William Tabbert - 1949
Covered by multiple other artists



Younger than springtime are you
Softer than starlight are you
Warmer than winds of June are the gentle lips you gave me
Gayer than laughter are you
Sweeter than music are you
Angel and lover, heaven and earth
Are you to me

And when your youth and joy invade my arms
And fill my heart, as now they do
Younger than springtime am I
Gayer than laughter am I
Angel and lover, heaven and earth
Am I with you

Swing Me An Old-Fashioned Song
Composer(s): Walter Bullock - Harold Spina
Performer(s): Shirley Temple



First of all you start this way
Back and forth that's the way
And now that you've got yourself swinging
Do the same thing with your singing

Swing me an old-fashioned song
Down by the old mail stream
Da da de da da
Swing me an old-fashioned song
old-fashioned song

Croon me an old-fashioned tune
Da de da de da
In the evening by the moonlight
You can hear those darkies singing
Oh Oh, croon me an old-fashioned tune

Just keep it soft and sweet
With rhythm from the start
But keep that old time beat
The beat that's, straight from the heart

Swing me an old-fashioned song²
I wanted to say to the fields Maggie
That's it, Its just an old-fashioned song

Dear old girls around us sing about you
Roll be like a roll around
Won't you try it
Oh my darling 
Oh my darling, darling
Croon me an old-fashioned tune

Won't you swing just an old-fashioned song
Ye'll take the high road and I'll take the low road
And I'll be in Scotland a'fore Ye
That how to swing, an old-fashioned song
Now sing and you'll be happy all day long
Sing an old-fashioned song

Younger Girl
Composer(s): John Sebastian
Performer(s): The Lovin' Spoonful
and multiple other artists



She's one of those girls who seems to come in the Spring 
One look in her eyes and you forget everything 
That you had ready to say 
And I saw her today, yeah... 
A younger girl keeps a-rollin' 'cross my mind 
No matter how much I try, I can't seem to leave her memory behind
Oh, I remember her eyes, soft dark and brown 
Said she'd never been in trouble, even in town 
A younger girl keeps a-rollin' 'cross my mind 
No matter how much I try, I can't seem to leave her memory behind
And should I hang around, acting like her brother 
In a few more years, they'd call us right for each other 
And why 
If I wait I'll just die, yeah... 
A younger girl keeps a-rollin' 'cross my mind 
No matter how much I try, I can't seem to leave her memory behind
Oh, I remember her eyes, soft dark and brown 
Said she'd never been in trouble, even in town 
A younger girl keeps a-rollin' 'cross my mind 
She's one of those girls who seems to come in the Spring 
One look in her eyes and you forget everything 
That you had ready to say

Swing Low, Sweet Cheerio
Composer(s): Michael Bruce - Glen Buxton - Alice Cooper - Dennis Dunaway - Neal Smith
Performer(s): Alice Cooper



Forget, remember nothing
The force came from the flame
I pass along the path inside
My light shinning always
We'll get there first a name cried out
And looked back all the way
Recall falling down a lot of time was spent that way
But this story staring me has already begun
'Cuz I had some vision in my sight
On the journey to be one
Help me, help please, help me please
The screaming starts again
But the trick I find something hid
You look, you find, I win
While working while the play was on
The play was alright then
Think thought, big thoughts
Take off and go back again next week
Right then my story ended
And a new one had begun
'Cuz I had some vision in my sight
On the journey to be one

Younger Generation
Composer(s): John Sebastian
Performer(s): The Lovin' Spoonful; 
The Critters; Bobby Vee; John Sebastian;
José Feliciano; Chuck Perrin



Why must every generation think their folks are square
And no matter where their heads are, they know Mom´s ain´t there
'Cause I swore when I was small that I´d remember when
I knew what´s wrong with them, that I was smaller then

Determined to remember all the card'nal rules
Like sun showers are legal grounds for cuttin' school
I know I have forgotten maybe one or two
And I hope that I recall them all before the baby´s due
And I know he´ll have a question or two

Like "Hey, Pop, can I go ride my zoom
It goes two hundred miles an hour suspended on balloons
And can I put a droplet of this new stuff on my tongue
And imagine frothing dragons while you sit and wreck your lungs"
And I must be permissive, understanding of the younger generation

Then I´ll know that all I´ve learned my kid assumes
And all my deepest worries must be his cartoons
And still I´ll try to them him all the things I´ve done
Relating to what he can do when he becomes a man
And still he´ll stick his fingers in the fan

And "Hey, Pop, my girlfriend´s only three
She´s got her own videophone and she´s taking L.S.D.
And now that we´re best friends, she wants to give a bit to me
But what´s the matter Daddy, how come you´re turning green?
Can it be that you can´t live up to your dreams?"

Swing High, Swing Low
Composer(s): Ralph Freed - Burton Lane
Performer(s): Russ Morgan
and multiple other artists



Swing high, swing low
Swing to and fro
Not fast, not slow
A little swing can do more than anything else for you

Swing out, swing in
It's not a sin
So let's begin
You'll never get the gate if your swinging is up to date

When your one and only
Complains that he's lonely and blue
A rhythmical campaign can do more than champagne
To see him through

Swing high, swing low
Swing to and fro
Not fast, not slow
And if you think you can't swing high, swing low

When your one and only
Complains that he's lonely and blue
A rhythmical campaign can do more than champagne
To see him through

Swing high, swing low
Swing to and fro
Not fast, not slow
And if you think you can't swing high, swing low

Young, Gifted And Black
Composer(s): Weldon Irvine; Nina Simone
Performer(s): Houston Person;
and various other artists



To be young, gifted and black
oh what a lovely precious dream
To be young, gifted and black
open up your heart to what I mean
'Cause you know in this whole wide world
There's a million
A million boys and girls
Who are young, gifted and black
and that's a fact!

To be young, gifted and black
We must begin to tell our young
Don't you know there's a whole world waiting for you?
Don't you know the quest has just begun for you?
Haven't you heard that the joy
the joy!
the joy of the day is
that one day that we all be proud to say
That we were young, gifted and black
and it's sho' 'nuff where it's at!

Swing Au Pressing
Composer(s): Michel Jonasz - A. Goldstein
Performer(s): Françoise Hardy



Sam'di-midi blanchissage
Pantalons costumes corsages
Qui qui lessive en lessiveuse
C'est la ménagère heureuse
On nettoie la crasse d'une semaine
Son cambouis ses soucis ses peines
Dégraissage complet mon mari
M'a fait la chose aujourd'hui
Ça swing au pressing
On met des sous dans les machines
Pour voir tourner les bulles d'enzymes
Swing au pressing
Ça smart ou ça pop art
Tout'l'monde est à l'eau écarlate
Blouse de mécano noir smoking
Swing au pressing
Les vagues dans ces hublots mesdames
Font-elles penser à la Guyane
L'adoucisseur adoucit-il
Vos cœurs fragiles
Détache rince essore sèche ma belle
La seule issue c'est l'eau d'javel
Au mal d'amour aux migraines
Allez à la s'maine prochaine
Ça swing au pressing
On met des sous dans les machines
Pour voir tourner les bulles d'enzymes
Swing au pressing
Ça smart ou ça pop art
Tout'l'monde est à l'eau écarlate
No smoking because oppressing
Swing au pressing

Young World
Composer(s): Jerry Fuller
Performer(s): Rick Nelson;
John Beland; Leslie Morrisett



It's a young world
When you're in love, you're in a young world
So take my hand and let me show you
Just how true young love can be
And whoa-uh-oh

It's a young world
And if you'll tell me you're my one girl
You'll make my whole life worth livin'
Just by givin' your love to me

All of the world is a treasure
When you have someone to care
Promise me your love for-e-ver
We'll have the whole world to sh-a-are

And it's a young world
When you're in love, you' re in a young world
If you believe what I've told you
Let me hold you, say you love me

All of the world is a treasure
When you have someone to care
Promise me your love for-e-ver
We'll have the whole world to sh-a-are

And it's a young world
When you're in love, you' re in a young world
If you believe what I've told you
Let me hold you, say you love me

It's a young world, whoa-oh-oh
It's a young world, whoa-oh-oh

Fade

It's a young world, ooh-ahh-ooh-ooh (young world, young world)

The Swimming Song
Composer(s): Loudon Wainwright III
First release by: Louden Wainwright III - 1973
Covered by multiple other artists



This summer I went swimming
This summer I might have drowned
But I held my breath, kicked my feet
And I moved my arms around
Moved my arms around

This summer I did the backstroke
And you know that that's not all
I did the breaststroke, the butterfly
And the old Australian Crawl
The old Australian Crawl

This summer I swam in a public place
And a reservoir to boot
At the latter I was informal
At the former I wore my suit
I wore my swimming suit

This summer I did swan-dives
And jack-knifes for you all
And once when you weren't looking
I did a cannon-ball
Did a cannon-ball

Young Only Yesterday
Composer(s): Perper
Performer(s): Anthony Newley



Young only yesterday
Young and full of dreams
How long ago was yesterday
A million years it seems

But the sea still pounds the shore
And children play their game
And the Summer follows Spring
And everything is still the same

As when I was young, only yesterday
And you, you were in my heart
Now those dreams of yesterday
Must live a world apart

I'll still hear the pounding seas
I'll still see a child at play
And all of these will bring memories
Of when I was young, only yesterday

I'll still hear the pounding seas
I'll still see a child at play
And all of these will bring memories
Of when I was young, only yesterday

Swimming Pool
Composer(s): K. Grimwood / E. Idlet)
Performer(s): Trout Fishing in America



Blue skies with no clouds
Hot afternoons can get you down and make you sweaty
Mid-summer sun bake
I know exactly what we should do and I think you're ready
Gonna stay cool, cool, cool at the swimming pool
Gonna stay cool, cool, cool at the swimming pool
Swimsuits or cutoffs
Slide into your jams, it makes no difference
But don't forget the sun block
Flippers or face mask
Flip down those shades and grab your pool pass
But don't forget the sun block
Gonna stay cool, cool, cool at the swimming pool
Gonna stay cool, cool, cool at the swimming pool
Just like the river without the rocks
Just like the ocean without the sharks
Just like the lake, but it's not so deep
If you want to stay cool, some along with me
Feet first or swan dive
Back flip or jackknife, cannonball, but no belly-busters
Blow up that rubber raft, float all
afternoon, just relax and laugh
It's an attitude adjuster
Gonna stay cool, cool, cool at the swimming pool
Gonna stay cool, cool, cool at the swimming pool

Young Man Blues
Composer(s): Mose Allison
Performer(s): The Who;
and various other artists



Uh, well, a young man 
ain't got nothing in the world these days
I said a young man, ain't got nothing in the world these days
Well you know in the old days
When a young man was a strong man
All the people the stepped back
When a young man walked by
But you know nowadays 
It's the old man, he's got all the money
And a young man, ain't got nothing in the world these days, I say
They ain't got nothing
They got nothing, pissed off
Ooh yeah
Ahh, yeah
Get it!
Everybody knows
Everybody knows
Everybody knows
Everybody knows that a young man ain't got nothin
Oooh yeah
Ohhh, the young man
Get it
Everybody knows, everybody knows
In the old days
Everybody stepped back
When a young man walked, walked by
They stepped back
They stepped back
They stepped back
Nowadays if you're the young man
You ain't got nothing in the world these days, I said
You ain't got nothing
They got sweet fuck all