Arthritis Blues
Composer(s): Butch Hayes
Ramblin' Jack Elliott



Arthritis is a thing to miss
It will leave you walkin' with a double twist
And it's all kinds of trouble
Gonna find you somehow

Can't stand up, can't lay down
You can't sit in a chair, you can't roll on the ground
And it's all kind of trouble
Gonna find you somehow

I went to the doctor, doctor looked sad
Well he looked in his book, and he told me what I had
And it's all kind of trouble
Gonna find you somehow

Doctor, doctor, doctor, get your X-ray machine
Well it feel so good, just about like morphine
And it's all kind of trouble
Gonna find you somehow

When you get to Heaven, tell the judge for me
I've had sixteen years of the third degree
And it's all kind of trouble
Gonna find you somehow

Arthritis is a thing to miss
It will leave you walkin' with a double twist
And it's all kinds of trouble
Gonna find you somehow

All kinds of trouble, good Lord
Gonna find you somehow

Dixie Fried
Composer(s): Carl Perkins - Howard Griffin
First release by: Carl Perkins - 1956
Covered by multiple other artists



Well on the outskirts of town there's a little night spot
Dan dropped in about five o'clock
Pulled off his coat said the night is short
He reached in his pocket and he flashed a quart

An' hollered, rave on children I'm with ya
Rave on cats, he cried
It's almost dawn and the cops are gone
And let's all get dixie fried

Now Dan got happy and he started ravin'
He jerked out his razor , but he wasn't shavin'
And all the cats knew to jump and hop
'Cause he was born an' raised in a butcher shop

He hollered, rave on children I'm with ya
Rave on cats, he cried
It's almost dawn and the cops are gone
And let's all get dixie fried

The cops heard Dan when he started to shout
They all ran in to see what it was about
And I heard him holler when they led him away
He turned his head and this is what he had to say

He hollered, rave on children I'm with ya
Rave on cats, he cried
It's almost dawn and the cops are gone
And let's all get dixie fried
Get fried now! 

Now Dan was the bravest man that we ever saw
He let us all know he wasn't scared of the law
And through the black crossed bars he tossed a note to his dear
Said it ain't my fault hon, that I'm in here

But hollered, rave on children I'm with ya
Rave on cats, he cried
it's almost dawn and the cops ain't gone
And I've been dixie fried

Art School Babe
Performer(s): Ray Davies



My art school babe with your palette-knives and brushes
Painted face, Egyptian eyebrows and bright red lips
Pale white make-up, tight black skirts like Juliette Greco
And there's me quoting pretentious chat up lines 
From Marcel Proust, Jean Cocteau and Jean-Paul Sartre 

Sitting by a gasfire in a drafty bedsit
The art school babe quotes William Blake and she rolls a joint 
And I think "Oh oh, I've scored", start to make myself at home
But the room starts moving as she starts to get me stoned
 
I close my eyes and give in, the room goes in a spin 
My lips are dry, I wander around with a ridiculous grin 
I grovel on the floor, I think ha ha ha "Yeah I think I can make her" 
Then I wake up and realize I've been kissing the refrigerator 

Art school chaps with creative grand illusions 
My sketch pad at the ready, my eager charcoal in my hand 
Boring the world for hours with political theories 
Just to impress anyone who listens while my art school babe 
Just puts another inch of make-up on her face 

And she says to me: "Arty farty, you'll never fool your Auntie
Who knew you when you picked your nose and wet your pants" 
How did she know that? 
Arty farty, I try to throw a party 
To impress my peers I struck a creative stance 

Art school cat, ah, I was really on a mission 
I made my play for my art school babe 
By humming jazz tunes with words by Furlinghetti 
I thought I was ever so cool
But I was really such an obvious, pretentious, irritating little fool 
For my art school babe

Dixie Chicken
Composer(s): Frederick Martin - Lowell George
First release by: Little Feat - 1973
Covered by multiple other artists



I've seen the bright lights of Memphis 
And the Commodore Hotel 
And underneath a street lamp I met a Southern belle 
Well she took me to the river, where she cast her spell 
And in that Southern moonlight, she sang a song so well 

If you'll be my dixie chicken, I'll be your Tennessee lamb 
And we can walk together down in Dixieland 
Down in Dixieland

Well we made all the hot spots 
My money flowed like wine 
Then that low down Southern whiskey began to fog my mind 
And I don't remember church bells or the money I put down 
On the white picket fence and boardwalk of the house at the edge of town 
But boy do I remember the strain of her refrain 
The nights we spent together, and the way she called my name 

If you'll be my dixie chicken, I'll be your Tennessee lamb 
And we can walk together down in Dixieland 
Down in Dixieland 

Well it's been a year since she ran away 
Yes that guitar player sure could play 
She always liked to sing along 
She's always handy with a song 
Then one night in the lobby of the Commodore Hotel 
I chanced to meet a bartender who said he knew her well 
And as he handed me a drink he began to hum a song 
And all the boys there, at the bar, began to sign along 

If you'll be my dixie chicken, I'll be your Tennessee lamb 
And we can walk together down in Dixieland 
Down in Dixieland

Art School
Composer(s): Paul Weller
First release by: The Jam - 1977
and multiple other artists



Anything that you wanna do, any place that you wanna go
Don't need permission for everything that you want
Any taste that you feel is right
Wear any clothes just as long as they're bright
Say what you want, 'cos this is a new art school
Do what you want if it takes your mind
Better do it now, 'cos you won't have time
And never worry if people laugh at you
The fools only laugh 'cos they envy you
Time is motion and the hands are fast
Young words are mumbled, they don't always last
It's up to us to be sure they understand
Who makes the rules that make people select
Who is to judge that your ways are correct
The media as watchdog is absolute shit
The TV telling you what to think
Anything that you wanna do, any place that you wanna go
Don't need permission for everything that you want
Any taste that you feel is right
Wear any clothes just as long as they're bright
Say what you want
'cos this is a new art school
Do what you want, 'cos this is the new art school

Dix Mille Bulles Bleues
((Adapted from: Le Mille Bolle Blu (Jenny Luna) - 1961))
Composer(s): Carlo Alberto Rossi - Vito Pallavicini - Pierre Delanoë
Performer(s): Dalida - 1961



Longtemps j'ai fais le même rêve
Je voyais dans mes nuits
Dix mille, dix mille bulles bleues
Rapides, limpides, légères
Tout un carrousel de chandelles, d'étincelles, dans le ciel

Boulouloum dix mille bulles bleues
Boulouloum comme autant de soleils
Boulouloum dix mille bulles bleues
Dansaient de joie, dansaient de joie dans mon sommeil
Boulouloum dix mille bulles bleues
Boulouloum autant de mots d'amour
Boulouloum dix mille bulles bleues
Parlaient de toi, parlaient de toi à mon cœur lourd

Et je passais de douces, douces nuits
À rêver que j'étais dans tes bras pour la vie
Boulouloum dix mille bulles bleues
Boulouloum je voyais, dans le ciel
Boulouloum dix mille bulles bleues
Qui s'envolaient, qui s'envolaient à mon réveil

Hier quand tu m'as dit "je t'aime"
Elles sont revenues dix mille, dix mille bulles bleues
Rapides, limpides, légères
Tout un carrousel d'étincelles de chandelles dans le ciel

Boulouloum dix mille bulles bleues
Boulouloum on en voyait partout
Boulouloum dix mille bulles bleues
Dansaient de joie, dansaient de joie autour de nous
Boulouloum dix mille bulles bleues
Boulouloum j'étais émerveillée
Boulouloum dix mille bulles bleues
Car je rêvais, car je rêvais tout éveillée

Tu m'as donné tout doux, tout doucement
Ce baiser que j'attendais depuis si longtemps

Boulouloum dix mille bulles bleues
Boulouloum vingt mille bulles bleues
Boulouloum cent mille bulles bleues
Nous entouraient, nous encerclaient, nous enroulaient
Elles dansaient, elles dansaient et s'envolaient
Et s'envolaient, et s'envolaient
Au ciel

Art Of Madness
Performer(s): The Jacksons



I can't help the things I do
Tho' they might seem strange to you
Got my mind, just spinnin' round
Inside, outside, upside down
There's an art to all this madness
Tho' it seems insane to you

There's a rhyme to all the reason
In everything I do
Have you any imagination
Of what I'm goin' through
There's art to all this madness
I'm just crazy over you

People just can't understand
They don't think I'm a normal man
So tell me why they walk around
Using half of their brain
You tell me now who's insane
There's an art to all this madness
Tho' it seems insane to you

There's a rhyme to all the reason
In everything I do
Have you any imagination
Of what I'm goin' through
There's art to all this madness
I'm just crazy over you

Art of madness
Art of madness, ooh
Art of madness

I went to the doctor the other day
Just to make sure if I was ok
The diagnosis said I was totally insane
I found out the doctor used half of his brain
There's an art to all this madness
Tho' it seems insane to you

There's a rhyme to all the reason
In everything I do
Have you any imagination
Of what I'm goin' through
There's art to all this madness
I'm just crazy over you

Art of madness
Art of madness, ooh
Art of madness

Dix Ans Trop Tôt
Composer(s): Charles Aznavour - Georges Garvarentz
Performer(s): Charles Aznavour; Waldir Calmon



Nous nous sommes aimés
Dix ans trop tôt
Nous n'avions pas encore
Faits nos dents de sagesse
A s'aimer à plein corps
Jusqu'à mourir d'ivresse
Nous nous sommes aimés
Comme on se jette à l'eau

Nous nous sommes aimés
Dix ans trop tôt
Et dans le tourbillon
Des erreurs de jeunesse
Ignorants, nous avons
Profané la tendresse
Nous nous sommes aimés
Nous nous sommes aimés
Moins de cœur que de peau

Je vis ma liberté au fil des aventures
Explorant le bonheur, en flâneur, en touriste
Me cognant bien souvent le cœur contre les murs
Lorsque ton souvenir me cueille à l'improviste

Nous nous sommes aimés
Dix ans trop tôt
Et je pense souvent
Avec mélancolie
Que le premier serment
Vous marque pour la vie
Moi je reste marqué
Au fer de ce fiasco
Nous nous sommes aimés
Dix ans trop tôt

Nous nous sommes aimés
Dix ans trop tôt
Nous étions impatients
De dévorer le monde
L'amour est non-voyant
Quand les plaisirs l'inondent
Nous nous sommes aimés
De cœur en porteà faux

Nous nous sommes aimés
Dix ans trop tôt
Au temps des inconscients
Et merveilleux tumultes
Plus tout à fait enfants
Pas tout à fait adultes
Nous nous sommes aimés
Nous nous sommes aimés
Souvent qu'à demi-mot

Lorsque je te rencontre au cours d'une soirée
Chez des amis communs, volubile et à l'aise
Sublime, épanouie dans ta maturité
Je te dis en blaguant comme entre parenthèses

Nous nous sommes aimés
Dix ans trop tôt
Dix ans qui t'ont pétrie
De corps, de cœur et d'âme
Et qui ont converti
L'adolescente en femme
Tu ris sans tu douter
Que j'en ai le cœur gros
Nous nous sommes aimés
Dix ans trop tôt

Art Lover 
Composer(s): Ray Davies
First release by: The Kinks - 1981



Sunday afternoon there's something special 
It's just like another world 
Jogging in the park is my excuse 
To look at all the little girls

I'm not a flasher in a rain coat 
I'm not a dirty old man 
I'm not gonna snatch you from your mother 
I'm an art lover 
Come to daddy
Ah, come to daddy 
Come to daddy 

Pretty little legs, I want to draw them 
Like a Degas ballerina 
Pure white skin, like porcelain 
She's a work of art and I should know 
I'm an art lover
Come to daddy
And I'll give you some spangles 

Little girl don't notice me 
Watching as she innocently plays 
She can't see me staring at her 
Because I'm always wearing shades 
She feeds the ducks, looks at the flowers 
I follow her around for hours and hours 
I'd take her home, but that could never be 
She's just a substitute 
For what's been taken from me 
Ah, come to daddy, come on 

Sunday afternoon can't last forever 
Wish I could take you home 
So, come on, give us a smile 
Before you vanish out of view 
I've learned to appreciate you 
The way art lovers do 
And I only want to look at you

D-i-v-o-r-c-e
Composer(s): Bobby Braddock; Curley Putman
Performer(s): Tammy Wynette



Our little boy is four years old and quite a little man
So we spell out the words we don't want him to understand
Like T-o-y or maybe S-u-r-p-r-i-s-e
But the words we're hiding from him now
Tear the heart right out of me

Chorus:
Our D-i-v-o-r-c-e becomes final today
Me and little J-o-e will be goin' away
I love you both and it will be pure H-e double L for me
Oh, I wish that we could stop this D-i-v-o-r-c-e

Watch him smile, he thinks it Christmas or his 5th Birthday
And he thinks C-u-s-t-o-d-y spells fun or play
I spell out all the hurtin' words, and turn my head when I speak
'Cause I can't spell away this hurt
That's drippin' down my cheek

Chorus

Torture
Composer(s): John D. Loudermilk
First release by: Kris Jensen - 1962
Covered by multiple other artists



Torture, torture
Baby, you're torturing me
Why do you lead me around
And make me chase ya
When I catch ya,
You won't let me embrace ya
Please baby, have a heart
Cause can't you see
You're torturing me
Torturing me

This torture that I'm going through
Is worth the pain if I have you
So, if you love me, let me know
But if you don't, please let me go
Torture, torture
Baby, you're torturing me

You know that I'm crazy about you
Yet you make me do without you
Do you mean to hurt, or don't you see
You're torturing me, torturing me

D.i.v.o.r.c.e.
Composer(s): Billy Connolly
Performer(s): Billy Connolly



Our little dog is six years old, and he's smart as any damn kid
But when you mention the V.e.t. he damn near flips his lid
Words like S.h.o.t. shot or W.o.r.m. worm
These are words which make him S.q.u.i.r.m. squirm
His Q.u.a.r.a.n.t.i.n.e starts today
Because he bit the V.e.t. and then he ran away
He caused me and my wife to have a big fight, and then, both of them bit me
And that's why I am gonna get a D.i.v.o.r.c.e.

She shouted "get him Rover," and he jumped over, and bit my L.e.g.
She sank her teeth in my b.u.m. and called me an effin B.
Well I'm telling you, that was my cue, to get O.f.f.-ski
And I'm going down to the town tonight to get a new B.i.r.d.

Oh yes his Q.u.a.r.a.n.t.i.n.e starts today
Both my wife and my wee scabby dog will soon be hauled away
That's why I spell out all these words, so as my dog can't hear
Oh I must admit that dog is acting Q.u.e.r. queer

Oh, I must admit that dog is acting Q.u.e.r. queer

Art Is Calling For Me (I Want To Be A Prima Donna)
Composer(s): Victor Herbert - Harry B. Smith
Performer(s): Louise Bliss
and multiple other artists



Mama is a queen and papa is a king
So I am a princess and I know it
But court etiquette is a dull dreary thing
I just hate it all, and I know it
To sing on the stage that's the one life for me
My figure's just like Tetrazzini
I know I'd win fame if I sang in "Boheme"
That op'ra by Signor Puccini
I've roulades and the trills
that would send the cold chills
down the backs of all hearers of my vocal frills

I long to be a prima donna donna donna
I long to shine upon the stage
I have the embonpoint to become a queen of song
and my figure would look pretty as a page
I want to be a screechy peachy cantatrice
like other plump girls that I see
I hate society, I hate propriety -Art is calling for me

I'm in the elite, and men sigh at my feet
Still I do not fancy my position
I have not much use for the men that I meet
I quite burn with lyric ambition
Those tenors so sweet, if they made love to me
I'd be a success that I do know
and Melba I'd oust, if I once sang in "Faust"
That op'ra so charming by Gounod
Girls would be on the brink of hysterics, I think,
even strong men would have to go out for a drink.

I long to be a prima donna donna donna
I long to shine upon the stage
With my avoirdupois and my tra-la-la-la-la
I would be the chief sensation of the age
I long to hear them shouting "Viva to the diva"
O very lovely that must be
That's what I'm sighing for
That's what I'm dying for - Art is calling for me!

Divers Do It Deeper
Composer(s): David Allen Coe
Performer(s): David Allen Coe



It was to cold to stay in the North
And LA seemd the most likely place I could be
Those Malibu nights
And those Hollywood lights, were blinding me
I longed for a lover
To help me discover
The key that would unlock loves door
While diving the reefs
Lord she changed my beliefs
As we made love on the ocean floor

And she whispered
Divers do it deeper
Jockeys do it shorter
Bricklayers always make it just a little bit stronger
Sailors do it wetter
Soldiers do it better
But Cowboys stay in the saddle just a little bit longer

I moved from LA
For a good job with pay
Riding the range for the Double Bar J
Till the rodeo came
And I put in my name
For the bullriding contest that day
The Judges were watching
But they never noticed
the girl standing close to my chute
She picked me to win
I could tell by her grin
As she reached out and patted my boot

And she said
Divers do it deeper
Pilots do it higher
Bricklayers always make it just a little bit stronger
Doctors do it cleaner
Bikers do it meaner
But Cowboys stay in the saddle just a little bit longer

Divers do it deeper
Jockeys do it shorter
Bricklayers always make it just a little bit stronger, stronger
Saliors do it wetter
Soldiers do it better
But Cowboys stay in the saddle just a little bit longer

Bosom Of Abraham
Composer(s): Phillip Brooks - William Johnson - George McFadden - Elvis Presley
Performer(s): Elvis Presley; The Jubilee Four



Well you rock my soul
Down in the bosom of Abraham
Rock, rock, rock down in the bosom of Abraham
He rocks my soul down in the bosom of Abraham

Well a rich man lives, he lives so well
Children, when he dies on a lonely hill
Why don't you rock my soul in the bosom of Abraham

Ditty Wah Ditty
Composer(s): Arthur Blake
Performer(s): Ry Cooder; Bob Kelly



There's a great big mystery 
And it sure is worrying me 
It's a ditty wah ditty 
Mister ditty wah ditty 
I wished somebody would tell me what ditty wah ditty means 

I went out and walked around 
Somebody yelled, "Now who's in town?" 
Mister ditty wah ditty 
Mister ditty wah ditty 
I wished somebody would tell me what ditty wah ditty means 

Some little girl 'bout four-feet-four 
Said, "Come on, papa, and gimme some mo'" 
Your ditty wah ditty 
Your ditty wah ditty 
I wished somebody would tell me what ditty wah ditty means 

I went to church, put my hat on the seat 
A lady sat on it and said, "Daddy you sho' is sweet" 
Mister ditty wah ditty 
Mister ditty wah ditty 
I wished somebody would tell me what ditty wah ditty means 

I said, "Sister, I'll soon be gone 
Just give me that thing that you're sitting on" 
My ditty wah ditty 
Mister ditty wah ditty 
I wished somebody would tell me what ditty wah ditty means 

Then I got put outta the church 
'Cause I talked about ditty wah ditty too much 
Mister ditty wah ditty 
Mister ditty wah ditty 
I wished somebody would tell me what ditty wah ditty means

Art For Art's Sake
Composer(s): Graham Gouldman - Eric Stewart
Performer(s): 10 cc



Give me your body 
Give me your mind 
Open your heart 
Pull down the blind 
Give me your love give me it all 
Give me in the kitchen give me in the hall 
Art for arts sake 
Money for God's sake 
Art for Arts sake 
Money for God's sake 
Give me the readies 
Give me the cash 
Give me a bullet 
Give me a smash 
Give me a silver give me a gold 
Make it a million for when I get old 
Art for arts sake 
Money for God's sake 
Art for Arts sake 
Money for God's sake 
Money talks so listen to it 
Money talks to me 
Anyone can understand it 
Money can't be beat Oh no 
When you get down, down to the root 
Don't give a damn don't give a hoot 
Still got to keep making the loot 
Chauffeur driven 
Got to make her quick as you can 
Give her loving make you a man 
Get her in the palm of your hand 
Bread from Heaven 
Give me a country 
Where I can be free 
Don't need the unions 
Strangling me 
Keep me in exile the rest of my days 
Burn me in hell but as long as it pays 
Art for arts sake 
Money for God's sake 
Art for arts sake 
Money for God's sake 
Art for arts sake 
Money for God's sake 
Art for arts sake 
Money for God's sake

Dites, Si C'était Vrai
Composer(s): Jacques Brel
Performer(s): Jacques Brel



Dites, dites, si c'était vrai
S'il était né vraiment à Bethléem, dans une étable
Dites, si c'était vrai
Si les rois Mages étaient vraiment venus de loin, de fort loin
Pour lui porter l'or, la myrrhe, l'encens
Dites, si c'était vrai
Si c'était vrai tout ce qu'ils ont écrit Luc, Matthieu
Et les deux autres
Dites, si c'était vrai
Si c'était vrai le coup des Noces de Cana
Et le coup de Lazare
Dites, si c'était vrai
Si c'était vrai ce qu'ils racontent les petits enfants
Le soir avant d'aller dormir
Vous savez bien, quand ils disent Notre Père, quand ils disent Notre Mère
Si c'était vrai tout cela
Je dirais oui
Oh, sûrement je dirais oui
Parce que c'est tellement beau tout cela
Quand on croit que c'est vrai

Big City
Performer(s): Tol Hansse



Waar ter wereld ik ook kwam
Nimmer trof ik zo een bende
Als in 't oude Amsterdam
Welgelegen aan het IJ
Leven zij daar vrij en blij
Ronkend in gepoetste blikkies
Vreemde vogels met hun stickies
Uit hun monden wolken rook
Als liepen zij op oliestook
Speedy kauwend met hun tanden
Geen parkeerplaats meer voorhanden
En daar sta je op de stoep
Glijend door de hondepoep
Ja 't is d'r druk genoeg
Op de straat en in de kroeg
Waar Bolle Jan z'n biertje hijst
En de jukebox vrolijk krijst
Z'n vrouw die krijgt haar eerste wee
Op 'n zaaltje in 't WG
Lijkt de baby op z'n vader
Wordt 't wel een keizersnee
Van een metertje of twee
Amsterdam holadiee

Big city
Big city
Big big city
You're so pretty
Hare Krishna's op de dam
Douwen in je hand een brieffie
Hoe je happy leven kan
Zo te zien en volgens mij
Zijn ze zelf niet zo blij
De haringman staat op z'n stekkie
Met een bleek vertrokken bekkie
Eet 'm nou maar op meneer
Met die walmen van 't verkeer
'k Neem u echt niet in de maling
Is 't zo gerookte paling
En daar staat een Arabier
Eet patat met veel plezier
Gebakken in, da's interessant
De olie uit z'n vaderland
Een Engelsman zit shocking klem
Between de deuren van de tram
Een dame als een toverfee
In een grote BMW
Wil je van 't trottoir afracen
't Zal wel een temeier wezen
Met d'r vent in de WW
Amsterdam holadiee

Big city
Big city
Big big city
You're so pretty

En Thorbecke schudt z'n knar
Ziet ze gaan en ziet ze komen
Hangend aan de volle bar
Lessen zij hun grote dorst
Aan de barvrouw's blote borst
't Wijkgebouw dat staat te trillen
Als daar de gitaren gillen
Want de beat-band uit de buurt
Heeft 'r weer een zaal gehuurd
Ome Jaap die trekt benee
Z'n accordeon in twee
Tante Jans in de bistro
Eet andijvie uit een po
Waar de trams de hoek om gillen
Of ze katten staat te villen
En je redt je vege lijf
Anders word je koud en stijf
Met al die mensen op een kluit
Denk je soms "ik wil d'r uit"
Eenzaam in je blote billen
Door een oerwoud lopen rillen
Nee dat valt toch ook niet mee
Amsterdam holadiee

Big city
Big city
Big big city
You're so pretty

Big city
Big city
Big big city
You're so pretty

Big city
Big city
Big big city
You're so pretty

Disturbance
Composer(s): Roy Wood
Performer(s): The Move



When I was a little boy
my mama dropped me on my head
I felt kinda dizzy but the doctor
made note of how I did
Ever since then there's been a slight disturbance in my mind
a kind of disarrangement that the surgeons cannot find
At the age of seven I just couldn't read my ABC
but I gave my teacher tips on how the caveman used to be
Ever since then there's been a slight disturbance in my mind
a kind of disarrangement that the surgeons cannot find
Reach the age of 21 ain't got no key to fit my door
day and night I'm looning around
just don't know what I'm looking for
Will they carry me away?
Oh will they carry me away?
I was 97 and I'm sure my brain it had enough
racing round in jet planes cause
my sports car ain't quite fast enough
Ever since then there's been a slight disturbance in my mind
a kind of disarrangement that the surgeons cannot find
Will they carry me away?
Oh will they carry me away?
Will they carry me away?
Oh will they carry me away?