I'm Gonna Love That Guy (Like He's Never Been Loved Before)
Composer(s): Frances Ash
Performer(s): Benny Goodman
and multiple other artists



I've made a list
Of the things that I've missed
And wanted to do
And right at the head
In letters of red
Is the first of the few
This promise I've made
Cross my heart, hope to die
Is the first of the first
For my honey and I

I'm gonna love that guy
Like he's never been loved before
I'm gonna show that guy
He's the fella that I adore
When he's in my arms again
Our dreams will all come true
Then the years between
Might never have been
We'll be starting our lives anew

I'm gonna kiss that guy
Like he's ever been kissed before
And though I miss that guy
It will be worth waiting for
We'll never part again
He'll hold my heart again
For ever and evermore
I'm gonna love that guy
Like he's never been loved before

I'm gonna love that guy
Like he's never been loved before
I'm gonna show that guy
He's the fella that I adore

We'll never part again
He'll hold my heart again
For ever and evermore
I'm gonna love that guy
Like he's never been loved before

We've Only Just Begun
Composer(s): Roger Nichols; Paul Williams
Performer(s): The Carpenters



We've only just begun to live, white lace and promises
A kiss for luck and we're on our way
(we've only begun)
Before the risin' sun we fly, so many roads to choose
We start out walkin' and learn to run
(and yes we've just begun)

Sharin' horizons that are new to us
Watchin' the signs along the way
Talkin' it over just the two of us
Workin' together day to day (together)

And when the evenin' comes, we smile
so much of life ahead
We'll find a place where there's room to grow
(And yes we've just begun)

Sharin' horizons that are new to us
Watchin' the signs along the way
Talkin' it over just the two of us
Workin' together day to day (together, together)

And when the evenin' comes, we smile
so much of life ahead
We'll find a place where there's room to grow
And yes we've just begun

Adieu Angélina
((Adapted from: Farewell Angelina) (by Joan Baez) - 1965))
Composer(s): Bob Dylan - Pierre Delanoë - Hugues Aufray
Performer(s): Nana Mouskouri - 1967

Versions In Other Languages:
1970 - Addio Angelina (by Bobby Solo)
2006 - Adjö Angelina (by Totta & Wiehe)



Adieu Angélina les cloches de la couronne
Ont été volées à l'aube je les entends qui sonnent
Et je me dépêche je dois les rattraper
Adieu Angélina le ciel est en feu
Et je m'en vais

Ce n'est pas la peine d'en faire une affaire
Ce n'est pas la peine d'ameuter toute la terre
C'est une table vide sur le bord de la mer
Adieu Angélina le ciel a tremblé
Je dois m'en aller

Les rois et les reines quittent la basse cour
Deux cents bohémiennes sont entrées à la cour
Dans la salle du tout va rien ne va plus pour moi
Adieu Angélina le ciel s'écroule
Je te verrai plus tard

Regarde ces pirates dans la Voie Lactée
Qui tirent sur des boîtes avec un canon scié
Les voisins applaudissent poussent des cris de joie
Adieu Angélina le ciel se décolore
Je dois me sauver

King Kong et les elfes vont danser sur les toits
De longs tangos typiques tandis que de leurs doigts
Des maquilleurs s'escriment à fermer les yeux de la mort
Adieu Angélina le ciel est trop sombre
Je dois m'échapper

Les mitrailleuses crépitent les poupées mobilisent
Des bombes au plastique éclatent dans les églises
Appelle-moi comme tu veux je ne discute pas
Mais adieu Angélina le ciel se déchaîne
Je vais chercher la paix

We've Got Tonight
Composer(s): Bob Seger
Performer(s): Bob Seger



I know it's late, I know you're weary
I know your plans don't include me
Still here we are, both of us lonely
Longing for shelter from all that we see
Why should we worry, no one will care girl
Look at the stars so far away
We've got tonight, who needs tomorrow?
We've got tonight babe
Why don' you stay?

Deep in my soul, I've been so lonely
All of my hopes, fading away
I've longed for love, like everyone else does
I know I'll keep searching, even after today
So there it is girl, I've said it all now
And here we are babe, what do you say?
We've got tonight, who needs tomorrow?
We've got tonight babe
Why don't you stay?

I know it's late, I know you're weary
I know your plans don't include me
Still here we are, both of us lonely
Both of us lonely

We've got tonight, who needs tomorrow?
Let's make it ast, let's find a way
Turn out the light, come take my hand now
We've got tonight babe
Why don't you stay?
Why don't you stay?

Adjö Angelina
((Adapted from: Farewell Angelina) (by Joan Baez) - 1965))
Composer(s): Bob Dylan - Mikael Wiehe
Performer(s): Mikael Wiehe & Ebba Forsberg - 2006

Versions In Other Languages:
1967 - Adieu Angélina (by Nana Mouskouri)
1970 - Addio Angelina (by Bobby Solo)



Adjö, Angelina
Min kronas juvel
har bli'tt stulen av tjuvar
Jag måste följa dess sken
Trumpeterna klagar
så dystert och dovt
Adjö, Angelina
Himlen står i lågor
och jag måste gå

Det finns inget jag ångrar
eller önskar tillbaks
Det finns inte nå'n orsak
till hämnd eller hat
Två stolar står tomma
på en vindpinad strand
Adjö, Angelina
Himlen har förändrats
och man får gå dit man kan

En kung och en drottning
har lämnat sitt slott
Ogräset frodas
där tronen har stått
Där tärnorna dansade
finns ingenting kvar
Adjö, Angelina
Himlen har mörknat
och jag ger mej av

Skönheten gråter
i odjurets famn
Mördarna skjuter
till måls på varann'
Grannarna skriker av skräck
vid vart skott
Adjö, Angelina
Himlen har gått sönder
Jag måste skynda mej bort

Medan sanningen sover
sin sötaste sömn
blir orätten prisad
och lögnen berömd
Låt dom döda få sova
och vila i frid
Adjö, Angelina
Himlen är sorgsen
och jag bidar min tid

Krigets kanoner
mullrar på hållKlockornas visare
går emot noll
Du kan kalla mej allt
man kan kalla nå'n för
Adjö, Angelina
Himlen har kallnat
Jag måste stänga min dörr

We've Got The Gold
Composer(s): Nico
Performer(s): Nico



We've got the gold, we do not seem too old
We've got the gold, we do not seem too old
A pity does not bear a single flower
A pity does not bear a single flower

Very proud and very poor
You're walking on your prison floor
A pity does not bear a single flower
A pity does not bear a single flower

Very proud and very poor
I'm waiting at your prison floor
A pity does not bear a single flower
A pity does not bear a single flower

We've got the gold, we do not seem too old
We've got the gold, we do not seem too old
We've got the gold, we do not seem too old

Adeline
Composer(s): Félix Gray
Performer(s): Johnny Hallyday



J'aurais laissé mes rêves d'enfant
Mes souvenirs d'adolescent
J'aurais fait d'elle une autre loi
Même s'il y en a d'autres avant moi
Quand Adeline danse comme ça

Rien qu'à la regarder sourire
Rien qu'à l'entendre tout me dire
Des mots d'amour en porcelaine
Des rêves fous derrière le ciel
Adeline fait de l'ombre au soleil

Quand elle danse
Quand elle danse
Même la musique ressemble à du silence
Quand elle danse
Quand elle danse
J'aime la voir briser les rêves de l'innocence
Quand Adeline danse

J'aurais tout laissé sans un mot
Sans un regret, sans un sanglot
Tout abandonné derrière moi
Même les rêves que je n'ai pas
Quand Adeline danse pour moi

Ouais, j'aurais déchiré toutes les lettres
Des amoureux fous des poètes
Qui n'ont plus de raison de vivre
Ils auraient trop de mal à suivre
La danse d'Adeline m'enivre

Quand elle danse
Ouais, quand elle danse
Même la musique ressemble à du silence
Oh! Quand elle danse
Quand elle danse
J'aime la voir briser les rêves de l'innocence
Quand Adeline danse

Ouais, quand elle danse
Ouais, quand elle danse
Même la musique ressemble à du silence
Oh! Quand elle danse
Ouais, quand elle danse
J'aime la voir briser les rêves de l'innocence

Oh! Quand elle danse
Ouais, quand elle danse
Même la musique ressemble à du silence
Ouais quand elle danse
Quand elle danse
J'aime la voir briser les rêves de l'innocence
Quand Adeline danse

Wet Dream
Composer(s): Kip Addotta; Biff Manard
Performer(s): Kip Addotta



It was April the 41st - it being a quadruple leap year
and I was driving in downtown Atlantis
My Barracuda was in the shop so I was driving a red Stingray 
and it was overheating, so I pulled into a Shell station
They said I'd blown a seal
I said, "Fix the damn thing and leave my private life out of it, okay?"

While they were doing that I went across the street to the Oyster Bar - real dive
But I knew the owner, Gill, 'cause he used to play ball the Dolphins
I said, "Hi,Gill!" - you have to yell, he's hard of herring

So I bellied up the sand bar, ordered a Rusty Snail, hold the grunion
with a peanut butter and jelly fish sandwich on the side, heavy on the maco
I was feeling good
I even dropped a sand dollar in the box for Jerry's Squids, for the halibut

Well, the place was crowded
We were packed in like sardines
They were probably there to hear the Big Band sounds of Tommy Dorsil
He was rockin' the place with a very popular tuna: Salmon-chanted Evening 
and the stage was surrounded by screaming groupers - probably there to see the bass player

Well, one of them was this cute little yellow tail, and she's givin' me the eye
So I figured this was my chance for a little fun - you know, piece of Pisces... 
but she said things I just couldn't fathom, she was too deep 
seemed to be under a lot of pressure
And boy could she drink
She drank like a... she drank a lot

And then she gives me that same old line, "Not tonight, I gotta haddock" 
And she wasn't kiddin' either, 'cause in walked the biggest, meanest lookin' haddock 
I'd ever seen come down the pike
He was covered with muscles
He said, "Hey, shrimp, don't you come trollin' around here"
I said, "Abalone, you're just bein' shelfish"

Well, I could tell there was gonna be trouble and so could Gill 
'cause he was already on the phone to the cods
The haddock hit me with a sucker punch
I landed him with a left hook
He eeled over
It was a fluke, but there he was lying on the deck flat as a mackerel

I said, "Forget the cods, Gill, this guy's gonna need a sturgeon" 
Well, the yellow tail was pretty impressed with the way I landed her boyfriend
She said, "Hey, big buoy, you're really a game fish
What's your name?" I said..., "Marlin"

After that we had a whale of a time
I took her to dinner
I took her to dance 
I even bought her a bouquet of flounders, on porpoise
And what did I get for my troubles? 
A case of the clams

Adelante
Composer(s): Mario De Jesús		
Performer(s): Javier Solís



Adelante quién quiera que sea
que me esté tocando las puertas del alma
Adelante que quiero que vea 
como estoy llorando de amargo dolor

Es tan difícil controlar tanta amargura
que no me importa terminar en la locura
Si ya murió mi viejo amor ¿para qué vivo?
si ya no tengo valor, si ya no tengo valor de nada sirvo

Adelante, quién quiera que sea
que me esté tocando las puertas del alma
Adelante que quiero que vea como estoy viviendo
como estoy muriendo por mi viejo amor

Adelante, quién quiera que sea
que me esté tocando las puertas del alma
Adelante que quiero que vea como estoy viviendo
como estoy muriendo por mi viejo amor

Western Union
Composer(s): Roy Bennett; Sid Tepper
Performer(s): Elvis Presley



Western Union 
Oh, Western Union clickety clack
I had a fight with my baby
Ooh how sorry I am
She won't talk to me no how
I'm gonna send a telegram
Western Union oh yeah
Send my lovin' baby back to me
She won't open my letters
She won't answer the phone
When I'm a-ringin' her doorbell
She says there ain't nobody home
Western Union oh yeah
Send my lovin' baby back to me
Western Union oh yeah
Send my lovin' baby back to me
I love you is my message
Just three words and no more
If she won't let you deliver
Slip it underneath her door
Western Union oh yeah
Send my lovin' baby back to me
Western Union oh yeah
Send my lovin' baby back to me

Adelaide, Adelaide
Composer(s): Frank Loesser
Performer(s): Frank Sinatra



Unaccustomed as I am to getting married
I am taking this occasion here to say
That me and Adelaide are finally naming the day
Though she knows deep in her heart
I'm a phoney and I'm a fake
She wants five children to start
Five's a difficult point to make, but..

Adelaide, Adelaide, ever-loving Adelaide
Is taking a chance on me
Taking a chance I'll be respectable and nice
Give up cards and dice, and go for shoes and rice
So gentlemen, deal me out, do not try to feel me out
I got no more evenings free (you may scratch me)
Since Adelaide, Adelaide, ever loving Adelaide
Is taking a chance (talk about your long shot)
Taking a chance on me>

Western Movies
Composer(s): Cliff Goldsmith; Fred Smith
Performer(s): The Olympics;
Jive Bunny & The Mastermixers; The Orangu-Tones



To save my soul I can't get a date
Baby's got it tuned on channel eight
Now Wyatt Earp and the Big Cheyenne
They're comin' thru the T.V. shootin' up the land
Ah...um...my baby loves the Western movies
My baby loves the Western movies
Bam, bam, shoot 'em up Pow
Ah..um..
My babe loves the Western Movies
I call my baby on the telephone
To tell her half my head was gone
I just got hit by a great big brick
She says thanks for reminding me about that Maverick
Ah..um...my baby loves the Western movies
My baby loves the Western movies
Bam, bam, shoot em up pow
Ah...um...
My baby loves the Western movies
Well there's Jeremy Roller and Old Cochise
Jim Hardy, Jim Bowie and Sugarfoot
They all have gun will travel
Give me back my boots and saddle uh huh
Here's the story of the certain Wagon Train Mccord
A broken arrow has broken my heart
A Jefferson Thomas with Bat Masterson
Unties my baby and the fight was won
Ah..um...my baby loves the Western movies
My baby loves the western movies
Bam bam shoot em up pow
Ah um, my baby loves the western movies

Adelaide
Paul Kelly & the Messengers



The wisteria on the back verandah is still blooming
And all the great aunts are either insane or dead
Kensington Road runs straight for a while before turning
We lived on the bend it was there I was raised and fed
Counting and running as I go
Down past the hedges all in a row
In Adelaide, Adelaide

Dad's hands used to shake but I never knew he was dying
I was thirteen I never dreamed he could fall
And all the great aunts were red in the eyes from crying
I rang the bells I never felt nothing at all
All the king's horses all the king's men
Cannot bring him back again

Find me a bar or a girl or guitar where do you go on a Saturday night?
I own this town I spilled my wine at the bottom of the statue of Colonel Light
And the streets are so wide everybody's inside
Sitting in the same chairs they were sitting in last year
(This is my town!)
All the king's horses all the king's men
Wouldn't drag me back again
to Adelaide, Adelaide, Adelaide, Adelaide...

Westering Home
Composer(s): Hugh S. Robertson
Performer(s): The McCalmans;
and various other artists



Westering home and a song in the air
Light in the eye and its good by to care
Laughter o love and a welcoming there
Isle of my heart my own land

Tell me a tale of the Orient gay
Tell me of riches that come from Cathay
Ah but it's grand to be waken at day
And find oneself nearer to Islay

And it's westering home with a song in the air
Light of me eye and it's goodbye to care
Laughter and love are a welcoming there
Pride of my heart my own love

Where are the folks like the folks of the west
Canty and couthy and kindly, our best
There I would hie me and there I would rest
At home with my own folks in Islay

And it's westering home with a song in the air
Light of me eye and it's goodbye to care
Laughter and love are a welcoming there
Pride of my heart my own love

Now I'm at home and at home I do lay
Dreaming of riches that come from Cathay
I'll hop a good ship and be on my way
And bring back my fortune to Islay

And it's westering home with a song in the air
Light of me eye and it's goodbye to care
Laughter and love are a welcoming there
Pride of my heart my own love

Address Unknown
Performer(s): The Ink Spots



Address Unknown - not even a trace of you
Oh what I'd give to see the face of you
I was a fool to stay away from you so long
I should have known there'd come a day when you'd be gone

Address Unknown - oh how could I be so blind?
Who'd think that you would never be hard to find?
>From the place of your birth to the ends of the earth
I've searched only to find - only to find - Address Unknown

Address Unknown - honey chile, I ain't even got a trace of ya
You know one thing? 
I'd give anything in the world just to see the face of ya
I was a fool to stay away from you and everything else so long
I should have been diplomatic and figured that some day
You'd be solid gone

Address Unknown - oh how could I be so blind?
Who'd think that you would never be hard to find?
From the place of your birth to the ends of the earth
I've searched only to find - only to find - Address Unknown

Westbound #9
Composer(s): Daphne Dumas; Ronald Dunbar; Edith Wayne
Performer(s): Flaming Ember



Catching the westbound number nine
Gonna leave this town, leave it far behind
Gonna leave while I've got my peace of mind
On the westbound number nine

Sittin' on the bank of Holy Creek down by the county line
I can hear the sound of Old Boss and Lazy Horse--he's howlin' right on time
He's howlin' at the sound of the #9 comin' down the line
And my mind catches a ride on the westbound number nine
And my mind catches a ride on the westbound number nine

Catching the westbound number nine
Gonna leave this town, leave it far behind
Gonna leave while I've got my peace of mind
On the westbound number nine

My Pa is with his moonshine friends
Drinkin Deacon Jones' bathtub gin
Deacon Jones preachin' about savin' souls
Yellin' out how the whole town is full of sin
But like Pa and all the rest
He tries to look down Bobbie Sue's low-cut dress
And my mind catches a ride on the westbound number nine
And my mind catches a ride on the westbound number nine

Ma, I see you're ashamed to look me in the face
As if I was nothing but a past mistake
Sittin' there at night when Pa comes stumblin' in
Full of the Deacon's bathtub gin
Swearin' and a-cussin' that I wasn't no kin
I heard his name but Ma knows what he should have been

Westbound number nine
Gonna leave this town, leave it far behind
Gonna leave while I've got my peace of mind
On the westbound number nine

Catching the westbound number nine
Gonna leave this town, leave it far behind
Gonna leave while I've got my peace of mind
On the westbound number nine

Addicted To Spuds 
((Adapted from: Addicted To Love (by Robert Palmer) - 1985))
Composer(s): Robert Palmer - "Weird Al" Yankovic
Performer(s): "Weird Al" Yankovic - 1986



Potato skins, potato cakes
Hash browns, and instant flakes
Baked or boiled or french fried
There's no kind you haven't tried

You planned a trip to Idaho
Just to watch potatoes grow
I understand how you must feel
I can't deny they've got appeal

Whoah
You like them whether they are plain or they're stuffed, oh yeah
Better face the facts, it seems you can't get enough
You know, you're gonna have to face it
You're addicted to spuds

Your greasy hands, your salty lips
Looks like you found the chips
Your belly aches, your teeth grind
Some tater tots would blow your mind

And you don't mind if they're not cooked
You need your fix, I guess you're hooked
And late at night you always dream
Of bacon bits and sour cream

Whoah, you like them even if they're lumpy or tough, oh yeah
Whee, It's pretty obvious to me you can't get enough
You know you're gonna have to face it
You're addicted to spuds

Might as well face it, you're addicted to spuds
Might as well face it, you're addicted to spuds
Might as well face it, you're addicted to spuds
Might as well face it, you're addicted to spuds
Might as well face it, you're addicted to spuds

Ooh yeah

I'm givin' up, it's just no use
Another case of spud abuse
What can I say, what can I do
Potato bug has got me too, Wahoo

I used to hate them, now they're all that I eat, oh yeah
Whee, I've often seen then whipped, but they just can't be beat
Now I'm gonna have to face it
I'm addicted to spuds

Might as well face it, I'm addicted to spuds
Might as well face it, I'm addicted to spuds
Might as well face it, I'm addicted to spuds
Might as well face it, I'm addicted to spuds

Might as well face it, I'm addicted to spuds
Might as well face it, I'm addicted to spuds
Might as well face it, I'm addicted to spuds
Might as well face it, I'm addicted to spuds

Wervin'
Composer(s): Carla Bley
Performer(s): Nick Mason



Wervin', we're Wervin'
Do you need a doctor?
Swervin' and curvin'
Are you pocket trained?
Do you like to Werve?
Do you have the nerve?
Do you need a doctor
When you start to swerve?
Are you pocket trained
Goin' 'round a curve?
Can you Werve?

Wervin', we're Wervin'
Do you save the coupons?
Swervin' and curvin'
Can I borrow your suit?
Can you Werve like a bird
Or do you find it absurd?
Did you come prepurd?
Can I borrow your suit?

Do you find it unnervin'
Or pleasantly disturbin'
Can you Werve?

Wervin', we're Wervin'
Do you have your 'chute?
Swervin' and curvin'
Does your mother know?
Do you worry when you Werve?
Are you scared when you swerve?
Do you get what you deserve
When you go around a curve?
I can see your house
Have you lost your nerve?
Can you Werve?
Werve
Werve
Werve

Addicted To Love ((aka Addicted to Spuds (by "Weird Al" Yankovic) - 1986))
Composer(s): Robert Palmer
First release by: Robert Palmer - 1985
Covered by multiple other artists



Your lights are on, but you're not home
Your mind is not your own
Your heart sweats, your body shakes
Another kiss is what it takes

You can't sleep, you can't eat
There's no doubt, you're in deep
Your throat is tight, you can't breathe
Another kiss is all you need

Whoa, you like to think that you're immune to the stuff, oh yeah
It's closer to the truth to say you can't get enough
You know you're gonna have to face it, you're addicted to love

You see the signs, but you can't read
You're runnin' at a different speed
Your heart beats in double time
Another kiss and you'll be mine, a one track mind

You can't be saved
Oblivion is all you crave
If there's some left for you
You don't mind if you do

Whoa, you like to think that you're immune to the stuff, oh yeah
It's closer to the truth to say you can't get enough
You know you're gonna have to face it, you're addicted to love

Might as well face it, you're addicted to love
Might as well face it, you're addicted to love
Might as well face it, you're addicted to love
Might as well face it, you're addicted to love
Might as well face it, you're addicted to love

Your lights are on, but you're not home
Your will is not your own
You're heart sweats and teeth grind
Another kiss and you'll be mine

Whoa, you like to think that you're immune to the stuff, oh yeah
It's closer to the truth to say you can't get enough
You know you're gonna have to face it, you're addicted to love

Might as well face it, you're addicted to love
Might as well face it, you're addicted to love
Might as well face it, you're addicted to love
Might as well face it, you're addicted to love
Might as well face it, you're addicted to love

Werewolves Of London
Composer(s): LeRoy Marinell; Waddy Wachtel; Warren Zevon
Performer(s): Warren Zevon



I saw a werewolf with a Chinese menu in his hand
Walking through the streets of Soho in the rain
He was looking for a place called Lee Ho Fook's
Going to get a big dish of beef chow mein

{Refrain}
Ah-ooooo, werewolves of London
Ah-ooooo
Ah-ooooo, werewolves of London
Ah-ooooo

If you hear him howling around your kitchen door
You better not let him in
Little old lady got mutilated late last night
Werewolves of London again

{Refrain}

Heh!

He's the hairy-handed gent who ran amok in Kent
Lately he's been overheard in Mayfair
You better stay away from him
He'll rip your lungs out, jim
Ha, I'd like to meet his tailor

{Refrain}

Well, I saw Lon Chaney walking with the Queen
Doing the werewolves of London
I saw Lon Chaney Jr. walking with the Queen, uh
Doing the werewolves of London
I saw a werewolf drinking a pina colada at Trader Vic's
His hair was perfect

Ah-ooooo, werewolves of London
Ha, draw blood
Ah-ooooo, werewolves of London