Last Thoughts On Woody Guthrie
Composer(s): Bob Dylan
Performer(s): Bob Dylan



When yer head gets twisted and yer mind grows numb
When you think you're too old, too young, too smart or too dumb
When yer laggin' behind an' losin' yer pace
In a slow-motion crawl of life's busy race
No matter what yer doing if you start givin' up
If the wine don't come to the top of yer cup
If the wind's got you sideways with with one hand holdin' on
And the other starts slipping and the feeling is gone
And yer train engine fire needs a new spark to catch it
And the wood's easy findin' but yer lazy to fetch it
And yer sidewalk starts curlin' and the street gets too long
And you start walkin' backwards though you know its wrong
And lonesome comes up as down goes the day
And tomorrow's mornin' seems so far away
And you feel the reins from yer pony are slippin'
And yer rope is a-slidin' 'cause yer hands are a-drippin'
And yer sun-decked desert and evergreen valleys
Turn to broken down slums and trash-can alleys
And yer sky cries water and yer drain pipe's a-pourin'
And the lightnin's a-flashing and the thunder's a-crashin'
And the windows are rattlin' and breakin' and the roof tops a-shakin'
And yer whole world's a-slammin' and bangin'
And yer minutes of sun turn to hours of storm
And to yourself you sometimes say
"I never knew it was gonna be this way
Why didn't they tell me the day I was born"
And you start gettin' chills and yer jumping from sweat
And you're lookin' for somethin' you ain't quite found yet
And yer knee-deep in the dark water with yer hands in the air
And the whole world's a-watchin' with a window peek stare
And yer good gal leaves and she's long gone a-flying
And yer heart feels sick like fish when they're fryin'
And yer jackhammer falls from yer hand to yer feet
And you need it badly but it lays on the street
And yer bell's bangin' loudly but you can't hear its beat
And you think yer ears might a been hurt
Or yer eyes've turned filthy from the sight-blindin' dirt
And you figured you failed in yesterdays rush
When you were faked out an' fooled white facing a four flush
And all the time you were holdin' three queens
And it's makin you mad, it's makin' you mean
Like in the middle of Life magazine
Bouncin' around a pinball machine
And there's something on yer mind you wanna be saying
That somebody someplace oughta be hearin'
But it's trapped on yer tongue and sealed in yer head
And it bothers you badly when your layin' in bed
And no matter how you try you just can't say it
And yer scared to yer soul you just might forget it
And yer eyes get swimmy from the tears in yer head
And yer pillows of feathers turn to blankets of lead
And the lion's mouth opens and yer staring at his teeth
And his jaws start closin with you underneath
And yer flat on your belly with yer hands tied behind
And you wish you'd never taken that last detour sign
And you say to yourself just what am I doin'
On this road I'm walkin', on this trail I'm turnin'
On this curve I'm hanging
On this pathway I'm strolling, in the space I'm taking
In this air I'm inhaling
Am I mixed up too much, am I mixed up too hard
Why am I walking, where am I running
What am I saying, what am I knowing
On this guitar I'm playing, on this banjo I'm frailin'
On this mandolin I'm strummin', in the song I'm singin'
In the tune I'm hummin', in the words I'm writin'
In the words that I'm thinkin'
In this ocean of hours I'm all the time drinkin'
Who am I helping, what am I breaking
What am I giving, what am I taking
But you try with your whole soul best
Never to think these thoughts and never to let
Them kind of thoughts gain ground
Or make yer heart pound
But then again you know why they're around
Just waiting for a chance to slip and drop down
"Cause sometimes you hear'em when the night times comes creeping
And you fear that they might catch you a-sleeping
And you jump from yer bed, from yer last chapter of dreamin'
And you can't remember for the best of yer thinking
If that was you in the dream that was screaming
And you know that it's something special you're needin'
And you know that there's no drug that'll do for the healin'
And no liquor in the land to stop yer brain from bleeding
And you need something special
Yeah, you need something special all right
You need a fast flyin' train on a tornado track
To shoot you someplace and shoot you back
You need a cyclone wind on a stream engine howler
That's been banging and booming and blowing forever
That knows yer troubles a hundred times over
You need a Greyhound bus that don't bar no race
That won't laugh at yer looks
Your voice or your face
And by any number of bets in the book
Will be rollin' long after the bubblegum craze
You need something to open up a new door
To show you something you seen before
But overlooked a hundred times or more
You need something to open your eyes
You need something to make it known
That it's you and no one else that owns
That spot that yer standing, that space that you're sitting
That the world ain't got you beat
That it ain't got you licked
It can't get you crazy no matter how many
Times you might get kicked
You need something special all right
You need something special to give you hope
But hope's just a word
That maybe you said or maybe you heard
On some windy corner 'round a wide-angled curve

But that's what you need man, and you need it bad
And yer trouble is you know it too good
"Cause you look an' you start getting the chills

"Cause you can't find it on a dollar bill
And it ain't on Macy's window sill
And it ain't on no rich kid's road map
And it ain't in no fat kid's fraternity house
And it ain't made in no Hollywood wheat germ
And it ain't on that dimlit stage
With that half-wit comedian on it
Ranting and raving and taking yer money
And you thinks it's funny
No you can't find it in no night club or no yacht club
And it ain't in the seats of a supper club
And sure as hell you're bound to tell
That no matter how hard you rub
You just ain't a-gonna find it on yer ticket stub
No, and it ain't in the rumors people're tellin' you
And it ain't in the pimple-lotion people are sellin' you
And it ain't in no cardboard-box house
Or down any movie star's blouse
And you can't find it on the golf course
And Uncle Remus can't tell you and neither can Santa Claus
And it ain't in the cream puff hair-do or cotton candy clothes
And it ain't in the dime store dummies or bubblegum goons
And it ain't in the marshmallow noises of the chocolate cake voices
That come knockin' and tappin' in Christmas wrappin'
Sayin' ain't I pretty and ain't I cute and look at my skin
Look at my skin shine, look at my skin glow
Look at my skin laugh, look at my skin cry
When you can't even sense if they got any insides
These people so pretty in their ribbons and bows
No you'll not now or no other day
Find it on the doorsteps made out-a paper mache´
And inside it the people made of molasses
That every other day buy a new pair of sunglasses
And it ain't in the fifty-star generals and flipped-out phonies
Who'd turn yuh in for a tenth of a penny
Who breathe and burp and bend and crack
And before you can count from one to ten
Do it all over again but this time behind yer back
My friend
The ones that wheel and deal and whirl and twirl
And play games with each other in their sand-box world
And you can't find it either in the no-talent fools
That run around gallant
And make all rules for the ones that got talent
And it ain't in the ones that ain't got any talent but think they do
And think they're foolin' you
The ones who jump on the wagon
Just for a while 'cause they know it's in style
To get their kicks, get out of it quick
And make all kinds of money and chicks
And you yell to yourself and you throw down yer hat
Sayin', "Christ do I gotta be like that
Ain't there no one here that knows where I'm at
Ain't there no one here that knows how I feel
Good God Almighty
That Stuff Ain't Real"

No but that ain't yer game, it ain't even yer race
You can't hear yer name, you can't see yer face
You gotta look some other place
And where do you look for this hope that yer seekin'
Where do you look for this lamp that's a-burnin'
Where do you look for this oil well gushin'
Where do you look for this candle that's glowin'
Where do you look for this hope that you know is there
And out there somewhere
And your feet can only walk down two kinds of roads
Your eyes can only look through two kinds of windows
Your nose can only smell two kinds of hallways
You can touch and twist
And turn two kinds of doorknobs
You can either go to the church of your choice
Or you can go to Brooklyn State Hospital
You'll find God in the church of your choice
You'll find Woody Guthrie in Brooklyn State Hospital

And though it's only my opinion
I may be right or wrong
You'll find them both
In the Grand Canyon
At sundown

Before The Kiss
Performer(s): Blue Öyster Cult



So grab your rose and ring side seat
We're back home at Conry's bar
The blond girl with her tattoo
Reds and wine, cokes of course

Oh my suzy, my suzy
Why did we ever start
It's morning now, you'd never know
The gin, the gin, glows in the dark, glows in the dark

And underneath, the black light
Underneath it all
Four and forty redheads meet
Come to doom 'til the dawn

With threats of gas and rose motif
Their lips apart like a swollen rose
Their tongues extend, and then retract
A redcap, a redcap, before the kiss, before the kiss

Doors like flint and window panes
An endless shadow bar
The owner's boys have gone to work
To stop big deals behind the bar

While outside on the turnpike
They got this new hit tune
Where thrills become as cheap as gas
And gas as cheap as thrills

One thrill and mundane here at last
Expect the cross one more
Lecherous invisible
Beware the limping cat

Whose black teeth grip between loose jaws
Still ripe and fully bloomed
A rose that's not from anywhere
That you would know or I would care

And the owners boys act most cheerfully
Back home at Conry's bar
When their patrons' thoughts at last
Grow too big for their skulls

And awful things are happening
We've let this drama fold
And now the time has come at last
To crush the motif of the rose

So grab your rose and ring side seat
We're back home at Conry's bar
The blond girl with her tattoo
Reds and wine, cokes of course

Oh my suzy, my suzy
Why did we ever start
It's morning now, you'd never know
The gin, the gin, glows in the dark, glows in the dark

Last Stand In Open Country
Composer(s): Jim Cregan - Robin LeMesurier - Bernie Taupin - Dennis Tufano
Performer(s): Willie Nelson; Kid Rock



I was looking for America, in a western movie
Saw a young gun slinger with something to prove
And I came lookin'... like anybody else
I came searchin'...like anybody else
Lookin' for that golden calf

And I came shooting for the stars, like any young blood 
I found a fat cat city and crooked judge
I killed anything standing in my path
I killed anything till I laid my hands
Laid'em on the golden calf

Now it's our last stand in open country
This is my last chance to be with you 
This is the last dance fot this kind of man
I'm still lookin' for something to prove

I come around full circle, aged like an old dog
Lookin' at them young bucks just green as frogs
But I ain't layin' back no time to laugh
I ain't layin' back
There's new kids a comin' gunning for that golden calf

I was looking for America in a western movie
I saw pike bishop stridin' through aqua verde
He was headin' down that dusty path
Headin down that blood path
Runnin from his crooked past 
He's lookin' for another life
Sick of chasin' down that golden calf

Now it's our last stand in open country
This is my last chance to be with you 
This is the last dance fot this kind of man
I'm still lookin' for something to prove

But there's always someone faster
Someone quicker on the draw
Someone with a hunger closin' in
Some younger steppin' up to be
The next outlaw

Now it's our last stand in open country
This is my last chance to be with you 
This is the last dance fot this kind of man
I'm still lookin' for something to prove

Oh I'm still looking for something to prove 
This our last stand...
This our last stand...
This our last stand...
This our last stand...

Before The Deluge
Composer(s): Jackson Browne
Performer(s): Jackson Browne;
Christy Moore; Moving Hearts



Some of them were dreamers
And some of them were fools
Who were making plans and thinking of the future
With the energy of the innocent
They were gathering the tools
They would need to make their journey back to nature
While the sand slipped through the opening
And their hands reached for the golden ring
With their hearts they turned to each other’s heart for refuge
In the troubled years that came before the deluge

Some of them new pleasure
And some of them knew pain
And for some of them it was only the moment that mattered
And on the brave and crazy wings of youth
They went flying around in the rain
And their feathers, once so fine, grew torn and tattered
And in the end they traded their tired wings
For the resignation that living brings
And exchanged love’s bright and fragile glow
For the glitter and the rouge
And in the moment they were swept before the deluge

Now let the music keep our spirits high
And let the buildings keep our children dry
Let creation reveal it’s secrets by and by
By and by
When the light that’s lost within us reaches the sky

Some of them were angry
At the way the earth was abused
By the men who learned how to forge her beauty into power
And they struggled to protect her from them
Only to be confused
By the magnitude of her fury in the final hour
And when the sand was gone and the time arrived
In the naked dawn only a few survived
And in attempts to understand a thing so simple and so huge
Believed that they were meant to live after the deluge

Now let the music keep our spirits high
And let the buildings keep our children dry
Let creation reveal it’s secrets by and by
By and by
When the light that’s lost within us reaches the sky

Last Song
Composer(s): Larry Evoy
Performer(s): Edward Bear



Did you know I'd go to sleep and leave the lights on?
Hopin' you'd come by and know that I was home and still awake
But two years go by and still my lights on
This is hard for me to say but this is all that I can say...

It's the last song I'll ever write for you
It's the last time that I'll tell you just how much I really care
This is the last song I'll ever sing for you
You come looking for the light and it won't be there
But I love you, oh, yes I do, yes I do

All the times that I've spent waiting wondering where you are
Always knew the time would come when I would start to wonder why
Now the time is here, I don't know where you are
So I'll write you one more song but it's the last time that I'll try

It's the last song I'll ever write for you
It's the last time that I'll tell you just how much I really care
This is the last song I'll ever sing for you
You come looking for the light and it won't be there
But I love you, oh, yes I do, mmm mmm

Before She Breaks My Heart
Performer(s): Roger Whittaker



I've lived over half my life
And she's only just nineteen
Will she wake up one day and find
That she's really changed her mind
And she's not in love with me

Does she love the man I am
Is it her Father that she sees
She has time to be unsure
For her there's time to find a cure
But not for me

So, before she breaks my heart
I must say "go"
Before she breaks my heart
I must say "no"

She can't stay (She can't stay)
I must make her go away
However hard she cries
If I have to tell her lies
Before she breaks my heart

As I stand alone, I vow
That today will be the day
That I'll find the strength somehow
To end it here and now
To tell her she can't stay

Then she'll walk into the room
And her arms will open wide
It's not a little girl I see
But a woman, warm and free
Who wants me by her side

But before she breaks my heart
I must say "go"
Before she breaks my heart
I must say "no"

She can't stay (She can't stay)
I must make her go away
However hard she cries
If I have to tell her lies
Before she breaks my heart

Before she breaks my heart

Last Orders Please
Composer(s): Ronnie Lane 
Performer(s): Faces



Well, well, hello and how are you?
Fancy seeing you here
Don`t let it show
No look, no one must know 
Why! They`re playing "Tracks Of My Tears" 

Just pretend its all over
Like you have for so long
I thought time was a healer
But i guess I was wrong
I am to blame 
But we were so young
Oh, how was I to know?

But you said you still want me
You opened up an old wound
Then you left me here bleeding 
And my minds black and blue
Now you got yours, and I got mine
And theres no debts or dues
Oh, what can we do?

Before My Time Is Up
Composer(s): Gerard McMahon; David Katz
Performer(s): Roger Daltrey



Before the gods read my lifelong sentence
Before I get my share
Before I walk alone
Before they take away my last temptation
Before my heart’s deprived
Before they call my name

On the back fences of my dream line
I never lost my mind
I gave it all I had
To get away with the whole damn big bang
For the right reasons
For what you can’t take back

Until the drums stop beating
Until the crossroads burn out
I ain’t a man until I’ve done it all

Before my time is up
I’ll hang my name
On every trial I’m due for
And even if I can’t get justice
I’ll take you down to hell
Before my time is up
I’ll leave no stone unturned
I won’t regret my actions
And even if my last words fail me
I’ll be a better man
Before my time is up

I believe that the road goes somewhere
Beyond the empty eyes
Beyond the wasted land
When it all fades away to nothing
I wanna know I tried
To take a real hard stand

I gotta laugh at the whole damn big bang
I’ve got to cry sometimes
Got to love somebody
Before they read my lifelong sentence
Before I get my share
Before I go alone
Until the drums stop beating
To where the crossroads burn out
I ain’t a man until I’ve done it all

Before my time is up
I’ll hang my name
On every trial I’m due for
And even if I can’t get justice
I’ll take you down to hell
Before my time is up
I’ll leave no stone unturned
I won’t regret my actions
Even if my last words fail me
I’ll be a better man
Before my time is
Time is
Time is up

Even if my last words fail me
I’ll be a better man
Before my time is

Before, before my time is up…

Last One Singin' The Blues
Composer(s): Pete McCann
Performer(s): Karen Carpenter



I've always tried to level with you eye to eye
I finally found the devil in you by and by
But I don't really want to be the
Last one singing the blues
When it comes to fiction you're the best I've met
But all those little lies
are gonna get you yet
But I don't really want to be the
Last one singin' the blues
You say that you love me
But if you really love me
Then why do you treat me this way
Your game is that you're gone again
It's off and then it's on again
Well someday I won't play
If all I do is catch you in the same old lies
I'll just have to look at you
with different eyes
'Cause I don't really want to be
The last one singin' the blues
You say that you love me
But if you really love me
Then why do you treat me this way
Your game is that you're gone again
It's off and then it's on again
Well someday I won't play
(Don't forget the break)
Well fate will soon determine you're the one to lose
I'll be the one who's handin' you your walkin' shoes
'Cause I don't really want to be
The last one singin' the blues
Yeah, I don't really want to be
The last one singing the blues 

Beer, Beer, Beer
(Traditional)



one, two, three

Beer, beer, beer, tiddly beer, beer, beer
A long time ago, way back in history
When all there was to drink was nothing but cups o'tea
Along came a man by the name of Charlie Mopps
And he invented a wonderful drink and he made it out of hops

He might have been an admiral, a sultan, or a king
And to his praises we shall always sing
Ah, look what he has done for us, he's filled us up with cheer
Our Lord bless Charlie Mopps, the man who invented beer, beer, beer, tiddly beer, beer, beer

The Jury's Pub, the Clancy's Bar, the hole in the wall as well
One thing you can be sure of, it's Charlie's beer they sell
So come on all ye lucky lads, 11 o'clock she stops
5 short seconds, remember Charlie Mopps
One, two, three, four, five

He might have been an admiral, a sultan, or a king
And to his praises we shall always sing
Ah, look what he has done for us, he's filled us up with cheer
Our Lord bless Charlie Mopps, the man who invented beer, beer, beer, tiddly beer, beer, beer

A bushel of hops, a barrel of malt, you stir it around with a stick
The sort of lubrication that makes your engine tick
40 pints of wallop a day will keep away the packs
It's only 8 and 1/8 a pint, and one-and-6 in tax
One, two, three, four, five

He might have been an admiral, a sultan, or a king
And to his praises we shall always sing
Ah, look what he has done for us, he's filled us up with cheer
Our Lord bless Charlie Mopps, the man who invented beer, beer, beer, tiddly beer, beer, beer
beer, beer, beer, tiddly beer, beer, beer

Last Old Train's A-Leavin'
Composer(s): Jean Ritchie
Performer(s): Jean Ritchie



Standin' on the mountain, standin' on the mountain
Standin on the mountain, don't you want to go?

cho: O the last old train's a-leavin', the last old train's a-leavin'
Thew last old train's a-leavin', don't you want to go?

Hear the hills a-fallin'
Hear the hills a-fallin'
Hear the hills a-fallin'
Don't you want to go?

Hear the nightbirds callin' 
Hear the nightbirds callin'
Hear the nightbirds callin'
I don't want to go

See the timber burning
Don't you want to go?

See my newground turning
I don't want to go

See the people going
Don't you want to go?

See my redbuds glowing
I don't want to go

Standing on the mountain
Don't you want to go

Beer Run
Composer(s): Kim Williams; Amanda Williams;
Keith Anderson; George Ducas; Kent Blazy
Performer(s): Garth Brooks;
Scott Ferguson; Hit Crew



B-double E-double are you in?

Twenty-five minutes past quittin' time
Seven of us crammed into that truck of mine
Paying no attention to them highway signs
Doing ninety miles an hour t'ward the county line
Quick sack, twelve pack, back again
It's a B-double E-double are you in?

My buddies and their babies letting down their hair
As long as we're together it don't matter where
Ain't got a lot of money but we just don't care
Knowing half the fun is getting there
Aztec, long-necks, paychecks spent
Oh, it's a B-double E-double are you in?

I can't stop thinkin' 
What the hell they were drinkin' 
When they made this county dry
I got a week long thirst 
And to make it worse
Lord, it's my turn to drive

Oh laughin' and a-braggin' and a-carryin' on
We loaded up the wagons and we headed home
I guess a half a dozen cases doesn't last that long
Come tomorrow morning it'll be all gone
Then, it's turn around, leave town, sounds agian 
Like a B-double E-double are you in?

Like a B-double E-double are you in?

Last Of The Singing Cowboys
Composer(s): George McCorkle
Performer(s): The Marshall Tucker Band



In the corner of a dark barroom
Sat an old cowboy singing western tunes
Singing songs that he learned as a child
All about the West back when it was wild
He said he came from down Texas way
The cowboys were tough the women the same way
Said he was a star back in '31
When Hollywood liked him
For some songs that he had done
He's the last of the singing cowboys
Singing songs of desperation and joy
Yippie-I-Oh......Yippie-I-Ay.......Yippie-I-Ay
He took a break just to chug him down some beer
C'mon folks now holler out
The songs you'd like to hear
And if I know one I know a million or two
I'm not just up here playing for me
This is all done for you
And then he bragged of the stetson hat that he wore
Said it was the finest made since the war
And I won this silver buckle ridin' on a cow
As he laughed he said I bet you're wonderin' how
'Cause I'm the last of the singing cowboys
Singing songs of desperation and joy
Yippie-I-Oh......Yippie-I-Ay.......Yippie-I-Ay
And after three hours or maybe more
A lady grabbed his arm and showed him to the door
The bartender said he's blind you see
Don't tell him the only audience
He had was you and me
'Cause he's the last of the singing cowboys
Singing songs of desperation and joy
Yippie-I-Oh......Yippie-I-Ay.......Yippie-I-Ay
Yippie-I-Ay

Beer Drinkers & Hell Raisers
Composer(s): Frank Beard; Billy Gibbons; Dusty Hill
Performer(s): ZZ Top



If you see me walkin' down the line 
with my fav'rite honky tonk in mind 
well, I'll be here around suppertime 
with my can of dinner and a bunch of fine

Beer drinkers and hell raisers, yeah
Uh-huh-huh, baby, don't you wanna come with me? 

The crowd gets loud when the band gets right
steel guitar cryin' through the night
Yeah, try'n to cover up the corner fight 
but ev'rything's cool 'cause they's just tight

Beer drinkers and hell raisers, yeah
Huh, baby, don't you wanna come with me? 
Ah, play it boy

The joint was jumpin' like a cat on hot tin
Lord, I thought the floor was gonna give in 
Soundin' a lot like a House Congressional 
'cause we're experimental and professional 

Beer drinkers, hell raisers, yeah
Well, baby, don't you wanna come with me?

Last Night's Gardenias
Composer(s): Sam Coslow
Performer(s): Glen Gray & The Casa Loma Orch. 
and multiple other artists



Last night's gardenias have wilted and lost their bloom
But somehow their faint perfume
Is lingering in my room
For last night's gardenias are lonely and so am I

Tonight I can hear them sigh
They echo your last goodbye
Their lovely fragrance follows me ev'rywhere
I close my eyes and suddenly you are there darling

Last night's gardenias will never be tossed away
I'll keep them in my bouquet of dreams

Beer Barrel Polka
French Title: Frida Oum Papa
Composer(s): Lew Brown; Wladimir Timm;
Vasek Zeman; Jaromir Vejvoda
Performer(s): The Andrews Sisters
and various other artists



There's a garden, what a garden
Only happy faces bloom there
And there's never any room there
For a worry or a gloom there

Oh there's music and there's dancing
And a lot of sweet romancing
When they play the polka
They all get in the swing

Every time they hear that oom-pa-pa
Everybody feels so tra-la-la
They want to throw their cares away
They all go lah-de-ah-de-ay

Then they hear a rumble on the floor, the floor
It's the big surprise they're waiting for
And all the couples form a ring
For miles around you'll hear them sing...

Roll out the barrel, we'll have a barrel of fun
Roll out the barrel, we've got the blues on the run
Sing boom tararra, ring out a song of good cheer
Now's the time to roll the barrel, for the gang's all here

Da-da-da-da, da-da-da-da, da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da

Then they hear a rumble on the floor-or-or-or
It's the big surprise they're waiting for
And all the couples they form a ring
For miles around you'll hear them sing

Drree mopado theedo da-da-da-da

Roll it out, roll it out, roll out the barrel
Da-da-da da-da da-da da-da-da-da-da
Sing a song of good cheer
'Cause the whole gang is here
Roll it out, roll it out
Let's do the beer barrel polka

Last Night When We Were Young
Composer(s): E. Yip Harburg - Harold Arlen
First recording: Lawrence Tibbett & Virginia Bruce
Covered by multiple other artists



Last night when we were young
Love was a star, a song unsung
Life was so new, so real so right
Ages ago last night

Today the world is old
You flew away and time grew cold
Where is that star that shone so bright
Ages ago last night?

To think that spring had depended
On merely this: a look, a kiss
To think that something so splendid
Could slip away in one little daybreak

So now, let's reminisce
And recollect the sighs and the kisses
The arms that clung

When we were young last night

Beep Beep
Composer(s): Carl Cicchetti; Donald Claps
Performer(s): The Playmates



(very slowly)
Beep beep beep beep
His horn went beep beep beep
While riding in my Cadillac
What to my surprise
A little Nash Rambler was following me
About one third my size
The guy musta wanted to pass me up
As he kept on tooting his horn
I'll show him that a Cadillac is not a car to scorn
Beep beep beep beep
His horn went beep beep beep

(slowly)
I pushed my foot down to the floor
To give the guy the shake
But the little Nash Rambler stayed right behind
He still had on his brake
He musta thought his car had more guts
As he kept on tooting his horn (beep beep)
I'll show him that a Cadillac is not a car to scorn
Beep beep beep beep
His horn went beep beep beep

(normal speed)
My car went into passing gear 
And we took off with gust (whoosh)
Soon we were going ninety
Musta left him in the dust
When I peeked in the mirror of my car
I couldn't believe my eyes
The little Nash Rambler was right behind
You'd think that guy could fly
Beep beep beep beep
His horn went beep beep beep

(quickly)
Now we were doing a hundred and ten
This certainly was a race
For a Rambler to pass a Caddy
Would be a big disgrace
The guy musta wanted to pass me up
As he kept on tooting his horn (beep beep)
I'll show him that a Cadillac is not a car to scorn
Beep beep beep beep
His horn went beep beep beep

(very quickly)
Now we're going a hundred twenty
As fast as I can go
The Rambler pulled along side of me
As if we were going slow
The fella rolled down his window
And yelled for me to hear
"Hey buddy how do I get this car outa second gear?"

Last Night In Soho
Composer(s): Alan Blaikley - Ken Howard
Performer(s): Dave Dee, Dozy, Beaky, Mick & Tich; Eleanor Rigby



You came into my life like rain upon a barren desert
one smile and I was born again
I felt sure, it wasn't too late
I'd find strength to make me go straight
I had love, and threw it away
Why did they lead me astray?
For, last night in Soho I let my life go

I never told you of some things, I've done, I'm so ashamed of
I thought my foolish past was over and done
I was sure, I'd make a new start
I'd try with all of my heart
I had dreams and broke them in two 
I'm just not worthy of you!
For, last night in Soho I let my life go

Well, hi, there, kid
you ain't been around for quite some little while
you got yourself a real cute doll
you're living life in style
But boy, don't get above your station
if you don't want aggravation
got a little job for you 
this is what you gotta do, boy! 
That's how last night in Soho 
I let my life go 

Don't cry my baby
as they lead me where no love can help me
don't stay around to watch me go
Just forget there once was a time
you were proud to call yourself mine 
I had love right here in my hand
Why could I not understand?
For, last night in Soho 
I let my life go
For, last night in Soho 
I let my life go

Been To Canaan
Composer(s): Carole King
Performer(s): Carole King;
Alice Babs; Peter Duchin; Spectrum



Green fields and rolling hills
Room enough to do what we will
Sweet dreams of yestertime are running though my mind
Of a place I left behind, been so long, I can't remember when
I've been to Canaan and I want to go back again

Been so long, I'm living till then
Cause I've been to Canaan and I won't rest until
I go back again 
Though I'm content with myself
Sometimes I long to be somewhere else
I try to do what I can, but with our day to day demands
We all need a promised land

Been so long,I can't remember when
I've been to Canaan and I want to go back again
Been so long, I'm living till then
'cause I've been to Canaan and I won't rest until
I go back again. Oh I want to be there in the wintertime
With a fireplace burning to warm me
And you to hold me when it's stormy

Been so long, I can't remember when
I've been to Canaan and I want to go back again
Been so long, I'm living till then