Arthur Murray Taught Me Dancing In A Hurry
Composer(s): Johnny Mercer - Victor Schertzinger
Performer(s): Betty Hutton



Life was so peaceful at the laundry
Life was so calm and serene
Life was tres gay
Till that unlucky day
I happened to read that magazine!

Why did I read that advertisement
Where it says, "Since I rumba, Jim thinks I'm sublime!?
Why, oh why Did I ever try
When I didn't have the talent, I didn't have the money
And teacher did not have the time? Boy!

Arthur Murray Taught me dancin' in a hurry
I had a week to spare
He showed me the ground work 
The walkin' around work
And told me take it from there!

Arthur Murray Then advised me not to worry
It would come out all right!
To my way of thinkin' 
My dance is stinkin'
I don't know my left from my right!

The people around me can all-sing
"A-one and a-two and a-three"
But any resemblance to waltzing
Is just coincidental with me!

'Cause Arthur Murray Taught me dancin' in a hurry
And so I took a chance
To me it resembles The nine day trembles
But he guarantees it's a dance!

My tango resembles a two-step
My rumba makes people turn pale
My conga goes into a goose-step
Till the FBI is doggin' my trail!

'Cause Arthur Murray Taught me dancin' in a hurry
Maybe the stars were wrong
If I ain't a menace To Ruth St Dennis
I'll do until one comes along!

Turkey trot
Or gavotte?
Don't know which
Don't know what
Jitterbug?
Bunny hug?
Long as you
Cut a rug!

Walk the dog
Do the frog
Lindy hop
Till you drop!
Ball the jack
Back to back
Cheek to cheek
Till you're weak

You've heard of Pavlova?
Well Jack, move over!
Make way for the queen of the dance!

Do Do Do
Composer(s): George Gershwin - Ira Gershwin
Performer(s): Mel Tormé



Do do do what you’ve done done done before, baby
Do do do what I do do do adore, baby
Let’s try again, sigh again, fly again to heaven
Baby see it’s abc, I love you and you love me

I know know know what a beau beau beau should do, baby
So don’t don’t don’t say it won’t won’t won’t come true, baby
My heart begins to hum, dum-de-dum-de-dum dum dum
Oh do do do what you’ve done done done before

My heart begins to hum, dum-de-dum-de-dum dum dum
So do do do what you’ve done done done before

Beestjes ...
Composer(s): Peter Koelewijn
Performer(s): Ronnie en de Ronnies



Weet je wat ik zie als ik gedronken heb (nou, nou)
Allemaal beestjes (nou, nou, nou)
Zoveel beestjes om me heen
Oh ik weet wel dat ik mezelf nep (nou, nou)
Want er zijn geen beestjes (nou, nou, nou)
Maar ik zie beestjes om me heen

Beestjes, beestjes,
Op m'n dekens, in m'n kussen, kijk maar
In m'n oren, in m'n neus en in m'n haar
En ze lopen steeds door elkaar
Beestjes, beestjes
Hele legers lopen daar over de grond
Kijk, ze rukken op langs het plafond
En de kamer draait maar in het rond

Oh, oh, weet je wat ik zie als ik gedronken heb (nou, nou)
Allemaal beestjes (nou, nou, nou)
Zoveel beestjes om me heen

Beestjes, beestjes
Langs de drempel in een hele lange rij
Door de sleutelgaten komen zij er bij
En ze kijken allemaal naar mij
Beestjes, beestjes
Blauwe, gele, rooie, alles ziet er bij
Likkebaardend komen zij steeds dichterbij
En ze loeren allemaal op mij

Oh, oh, weet je wat ik zie als ik gedronken heb (nou, nou)
Allemaal beestjes (nou, nou, nou)
Zoveel beestjes om me heen
Ze komen zelfs als ik om me heen mep (nou, nou)
Duizend beestjes (nou, nou, nou)
Allemaal beestjes om me heen
Beestjes, beestjes 

Dizzy
((Italian Version: Dici (Quelli) - 1969))
Composer(s): Tommy Roe - Freddy Weller
First release by: Tommy Roe - 1969
Covered by multiple other artists



Dizzy
I'm so dizzy, my head is spinnin'
Like a whirlpool, it never ends
And it's you, girl, makin' it spin
You're makin' me dizzy

First time that I saw you, girl, I knew that I just had to make you mine
But it's so hard to talk to you with fellas hangin' round you all the time
I want you for my sweet pet
But you keep playin' hard to get
Goin' around in circles all the time

Dizzy
I'm so dizzy, my head is spinnin'
Like a whirlpool, it never ends
And it's you, girl, makin' it spin
You're makin' me dizzy

I finally got to talk to you and I told you just exactly how I felt
Then I held you close to me and kissed you and my heart began to melt
Girl, you've got control of me
'Cause I'm so dizzy I can't see
I need to call a doctor for some help

Dizzy
I'm so dizzy, my head is spinnin'
Like a whirlpool, it never ends
And it's you, girl, makin' it spin
You're makin' me dizzy
My head is spinnin'

Like a whirlpool, it never ends
And it's you, girl, makin' it spin
You're makin' me dizzy
Oh, I'm so dizzy
You're makin' me dizzy
Yeah, I'm so dizzy

Arthur McBride
(Traditional)
Performer(s): Bob Dylan
and multiple other artists



I once had a comrade named Arthur McBride
as we were a-walking along the seaside
As we were a-walking to bathe in the tide
It was on a fine summer's morning

As we were awalking along the sea sand
We met Sergeant Napier and Corporal O'Hand
And a little wee drummer called Patrick McDan
They were going to the fair in the morning

O Arthur, my lad, if you would but list
Five guineas in gold I would clap in your fist
Besides five shilling to kick up the dust
And drink the king's health in the morning

Na faith, says Arthur, I ken it mysel'
I winna gae wi you to rin at your tail
I winna gae wi you to rin at your tail
And be at your command in the morning

O, if you go with us, I'm sure you'll go clean
We're not like poor fellows goes dirty and mean
We're not like poor fellows goes dirty and mean
Gets nothing but gruel in the morning

Ye needna be chattin' aboot your fine pay
As you go a-marchin' and chattin' away
For all that ye hae is a shilling a day
To get you some chat in the morning

Ye needna be chattin' aboot your fine clothes
Ye've only the len o them as I suppose
Ye durna sell them in spite o your nose
Or you will get flogged in the morning

I'm blessed said the sergeant, if I'll take more of that
From you or from any young cow-feeding brat
And if you tip me any more of your chat
I will run you thru in the morning

But before they time to draw out their blades
Our whacking shillelaghs came over their heads
We soon let them see that we were their blades
That could temper their pows in the morning

As for the wee drummer we tempered his pow
And made a football o his row-didi-dow
And kicket it in to the ocean to row
And take a bit bathe in the morning

And as for the weapons that hung by their sides
We took them and pitched them far out in the tide
May the deil gae wi them, said Arthur McBride
If ever we see them returning 

Dizem Que Um Homem Não Deve Chorar 
Composer(s): Palmeira - Mário Zan
Performer(s): Roberto Carlos



Dizem que um homem não deve chorar 
por uma mulher que não soube amar
Mas como eu não pude conter o meu pranto fechei os meus olhos me pus a chorar
Não acreditei quando vi você me dizendo adeus
Eu jamais pensei tanta ingratidão ver nos olhos seus
Quando um homem faz do amor de uma mulher razão da sua vida

De tudo ele é capaz pra não sofrer jamais a dor da despedida
Fica mais comigo tente uma vez mais, pensa no que fomos
Há algum tempo atrás, eu ainda sou aquele mesmo estranho
Que ao te conhecer te amou demais

Dicen que los hombres no deben llorar, por una mujer
Que há pagado mal, pero yo no pude contener mi luanto
Cerrando los ajos me puse a lloar

Marvellous Lie
Composer(s): Bunny Lewis - Norrie Paramor
Performer(s): Helen Shapiro



You promised me you would love me true

What a marvellous lie you told me
In your arms, when you said you’d stay
When you promised to have and hold me
And to love and adore all the way
Well it tore us apart
You were sure you could wait
Now you found out
That the odds are too great
What a marvellous lie you told me
But I’ll never believe you again

What a marvellous lie you told me
In your arms, when you said you’d stay
When you promised to have and hold me
And to love and adore all the way
When love tore us apart
You weren’t sure you could wait
Now you found out
That the odds were too great
What a marvellous lie you told me
But I’ll never believe
Cause you meant to deceive
No I’ll never believe you again

Dixieland Rock
Composer(s): Claude Demetrius - Fred Wise
First recording/First release by: Elvis Presley - 1958



Well down in New Orleans at the Golden Goose
I grabbed a green-eyed dolly that was on the loose
Well I dig that music, well she said me too
I said pretty baby come on and let's do

The Dixieland Rock
Well the Dixieland Rock
Let your hair down sugar, shake it free
And do the Dixieland Rock with me

With the blue light shining on her swinging hips
She got the drummer so nervous that he lost his sticks
The cornet player hit a note thats flat
The tromboner hit him while the poor cat sat

The Dixieland Rock
Well the Dixieland Rock
Let your hair down sugar, shake it free
And do the Dixieland Rock with me

I was all pooped out and when the clock struck four
But she said no daddy can't leave the floor
She wore a clinging dress that fit so tight
She couldn't sit down so we danced all night

The Dixieland Rock
Well the Dixieland Rock
Let your hair down sugar, shake it free
And do the Dixieland Rock with me
Let your hair dance sugar, shake it
And do the Dixieland Rock with me

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