Line Up
Composer(s): Steven Tyler - Joe Perry - Lenny Kravitz
Performer(s): Aerosmith



If you think that you're strong
Wanna fight then come on
And line up
When the going gets tough
And your talk ain't enough
Line up

We gotta get up, get out before they get us down
'Cause livin' up against the wall, yeah
Has got us locked up
Come on and line up
So don't be surprised when they pull the wool over yo eyes
Yeah don't get funked up

If you got the stuff
And you can't get enough
Then line up
If you're out on a limb
And you wanna come in
Then line up

Your head's down, sittin' round
Pick yo face up off the ground
And get yo self together baby
And learn to stand tough
Come on and line up

We better get to it instead of
Just standing around
It's time to get down

If you're playing to win
And your only way in
Is line up

If we all wanna live
Then we all gotta give
Line up

We gotta get up, get out 
Before they get us down
'Cause livin' up against the wall, yeah
Has got us locked up

Come on and line up

You better get to it
Instead of just standing around
Yeah, it's time to get down

If you got all the stuff
And you can't get enough
Line up
Line up
If you think that you're strong
Wanna fight then come on
Line up
Line up

Mad John
Composer(s): Ronnie Lane; Steve Marriott
Performer(s): The Small Faces



There was an old man who lived in the greenwood
nobody knew him or what he had done
but mothers words say to their children beware of Mad John

John would sing with the birds in the morning
laugh with the wind in the cold end of night
but people from behind their curtains, said he's not quite right

John had it sussed he was living the life of a tramp
yes his bed was the cold and the damp but the sun was his friend
he was free

So here was a wise one who loved all the haters
he loved them so much that their hate turned to fear
and shaking from behind their curtains the loved ones would hear

L'indifférence
Composer(s): Maurice Vidalin - Gilbert Bécaud
Performer(s): Gilbert Bécaud



Les mauvais coups, les lâchetés
Quelle importance
Laisse-moi te dire
Laisse-moi te dire et te redire ce que tu sais
Ce qui détruit le monde c'est 
L'indifférence

Elle a rompu et corrompu
Même l'enfance
Un homme marche
Un homme marche, tombe, crève dans la rue
Eh bien personne ne l'a vu
L'indifférence

L'indifférence
Elle te tue à petits coups
L'indifférence
Tu es l'agneau, elle est le loup
L'indifférence
Un peu de haine, un peu d'amour
Mais quelque chose
L'indifférence
Chez toi tu n'es qu'un inconnu
L'indifférence
Tes enfants ne te parlent plus
L'indifférence
Tes vieux n'écoutent même plus
Quand tu leur causes

Vous vous aimez et vous avez
Un lit qui danse
Mais elle guette
Elle vous guette et joue au chat à la souris
Mon jour viendra qu'elle se dit
L'indifférence

L'indifférence
Elle te tue à petits coups
L'indifférence
Tu es l'agneau, elle est le loup
L'indifférence
Un peu de haine, un peu d'amour
Mais quelque chose

L'indifférence
Tu es cocu et tu t'en fous
L'indifférence
Elle fait ses petits dans la boue
L'indifférence
Y a plus de haine, y a plus d'amour
Y a plus grand-chose

L'indifférence
Avant qu'on en soit tous crevés
D'indifférence
Je voudrai la voir crucifier
L'indifférence
Qu'elle serait belle écartelée
L'indifférence

Mad Dogs And Englishmen
Composer(s): Noël Coward
Performer(s): Noël Coward
and various other artists



In tropical climes there are certain times of day
When all the citizens retire
to tear their clothes off and perspire
It's one of those rules that the biggest fools obey
Because the sun is much too sultry and one must avoid its ultry-violet ray
Papalaka-papalaka-papalaka-boo 
Papalaka-papalaka-papalaka-boo
Digariga-digariga-digariga-doo
Digariga-digariga-digariga-doo
The natives grieve when the white men leave their huts
Because they're obviously, absolutely nuts

Mad dogs and Englishmen go out in the midday sun
The Japanese don't care to, the Chinese wouldn't dare to
Hindus and Argentines sleep firmly from twelve to one
But Englishmen detest a siesta
In the Philippines there are lovely screens
to protect you from the glare
In the Malay states there are hats like plates
which the Britishers won't wear
At twelve noon the natives swoon, and
no further work is done
But Mad Dogs and Englishmen go out in the midday sun

It's such a surprise for the Eastern eyes to see
That though the British are effete
they're quite impervious to heat
When the white man rides, every native hides in glee
Because the simple creatures hope he will
impale his solar topee on a tree
Bolyboly-bolyboly-bolyboly-baa 
Bolyboly-bolyboly-bolyboly-baa
Habaninny-habaninny-habaninny-haa 
Habaninny-habaninny-habaninny-haa
It seems such a shame that when the English claim the earth
That they give rise to such hilarity and mirth 

Mad Dogs and Englishmen go out in the midday sun
The toughest Burmese bandit can never understand it
In Rangoon the heat of noon is just what the natives shun
They put their scotch or rye down, and lie down
In the jungle town where the sun beats down
to the rage of man or beast
The English garb of the English sahib merely gets a bit more creased
In Bangkok, at twelve o'clock, they foam at the mouth and run
But mad dogs and Englishmen go out in the midday sun

Mad Dogs and Englishmen, go out in the midday sun
The smallest Malay rabbit deplores this stupid habit
In Hong Kong, they strike a gong, and fire off a noonday gun
To reprimand each inmate, who's in late
In the mangrove swamps where the python romps
there is peace from twelve till two
Even caribous lie down and snooze, for there's nothing else to do
In Bengal, to move at all, is seldom if ever done
But mad dogs and Englishmen go out in the midday sun

L'indien
Composer(s): Gilbert Bécaud - Pierre Delanoë
Performer(s): Gilbert Bécaud



Le premier grand chef de ma tribu
S'appelait - aigle noir -
Guerre après guerre, les blancs se sont installés
Et ont changé jusqu'aux noms des hommes
C'est ainsi que dans notre petit village
Nous avons eu George Washington, aigle noir
Franklin Delano Roosevelt, aigle noir
John Fitzgerald Kennedy, aigle noir
Mais moi je m'appelle aigle noir
Et mon fils s'appellera aigle noir
Notre petit village s'appelait Yucatapa
Yucatapa, l'île verte
Ils en ont fait New York
Mais moi j'habite à Yucatapa
En plein milieu de leur New York

Indiens mes frères
Indiens mes frères
Ils ont souillé
Nos femmes et nos rivières
Nos femmes et nos rivières
Ils ont noyé nos terres
Ils ont noyé nos terres
Ils ont brûlé nos Dieux
Indiens mes frères
Indiens mes frères
Ils ont gagné

Et moi, ils ne m'ont pas attaché
Avec leur chaîne d'or et leur chaîne d'acier
Et quelquefois je rêve
Je rêve que je vole au-dessus de la ville pourrie
Et je revois Yucatapa l'île verte
Et de cette île verte
Montent des fumées
Alors je redescends tousser avec les autres
Et je marche
Je marche dans Broadway
Qui serpente comme un sentier de guerre
Dessous chaque pavé, il y a une hache de guerre
Qui attend
Et quelquefois je sens un arc dans mes mains
Et je vise le haut d'un building
Monsieur Rockfeller, ma flèche
Et monsieur Rockfeller tombe du haut de son empire
Ma flèche dans son œil
L'œil crevé de monsieur Rockfeller
Qui tombe et retombe

Indiens mes frères
Indiens mes frères
Ils ont souillé
Nos femmes et nos rivières
Nos femmes et nos rivières
Ils ont brûlé nos terres
Ils ont brûlé nos terres
Ils ont brûlé nos Dieux
Indiens mes frères
Indiens mes frères
Ils ont gagné

Et voilà, je suis au milieu de la prairie
De mon grand-père
La prairie de mon grand-père
Qu'ils ont appelée - Time Square -
Et qui est grasse de pétrole et de rouge à lèvres
Là où courraient les chevaux
Personne ne me regarde
Personne ne me voit
Je suis indien, je n'existe pas
On ne respecte pas un indien sans ses plumes
Et pourtant, ils sont chez nous mes frères
Ils sont chez moi mes frères
À Yucatapa, à Yucatapa

Indiens mes frères
Indiens mes frères ils ont souillé
Indiens mes frères
Indiens mes frères ils ont gagné

Mad About You
Composer(s): Paula Jean Brown; M.Y. Evans; John Whelan
Performer(s): Belinda Carlisle



I'm mad about you
You're mad about me babe
Couple of fools run wild aren't we
Pushing the day into the nighttime
Somewhere between the two
We start to see

Mad about you (Mad about you)
Lost in your eyes (Reason aside)
Mad about love (Mad about you)
You and I

Something 'bout you
Right here beside me
Touches the touched part of me like I can't believe
Pushing the night into the daytime
Watching the sky's first light
While the city sleeps

Lindeza
Composer(s): Caetano Veloso
Performer(s): Caetano Veloso
and multiple other artists



Coisa linda
É mais que uma idéia louca
Ver-te alcance da boca
Eu nem posso acreditar
Coisa linda
Minha humanidade cresce
Quando o mundo te oferece
E enfim te dás, tens lugar
Promessa de felicidade
Festa da vontade
Nítido farol, sinal
Novo sob o sol
Vida mais real
Coisa linda
Lua lua lua lua
Sol palavra dança nua
Pluma tela pétala
Coisa linda
Desejar-te desde sempre
Ter-te agora e o dia é sempre
Uma alegria pra sempre 

Mad About The Boy
Composer(s): Noël Coward
Performer(s): Dinah Washington
and various other artists



Mad about the boy
I know it's stupid to be mad about the boy
I'm so ashamed of it but must admit the sleepless nights I've had
About the boy

On the silverscreen
He melts my foolish heart in every single scene
Although I'm quite aware that here and there are traces of the cad
About the boy

Lord knows I'm not a fool girl
I really shouldn't care
Lord knows I'm not a school girl
In the fury of her first affair

Will it ever cloy
This odd diversity of misery and joy
I'm feeling quite insane and young again
And all because I'm mad about the boy

So if I could employ
A little magic that will finally destroy
This dream that pains me and enchains me
But I can't because I'm mad...
I'm mad about the boy 

Linden Lea
Composer(s): William Barnes - Ralph Vaughn Williams
Performer(s): Clive Palmer
and multiple other artists



Within the woodland flow'ry gladed
By the oak tree's mossy root
The shining grass blade timber shaded
Now do quiver underfoot
And birds do whistle overhead
And water's bubbling in its bed
And there for me the apple tree
Do lean down low, in Linden Lea
When leaves that lately were a-springing
Now do fade within the copse
And painted birds do hush their singing
High upon the timber tops
And brown leaved fruit is turning red
In cloudless sunshine overhead
With root for me the apple tree
Do lean down low, in Linden Lea
Let other folk make money faster
In the air of dark roomed towns
I do not dread a peevish master
Though no man may heed my frowns
For I be free to go abroad
Or take again my homeward road
To where, for me, the apple tree
Do lean down low, in Linden Lea
To where, for me, the apple tree
Do lean down low, in Linden Lea

Mad About Him, Sad About Him, How Can I Be Mad About Him Blues 
Composer(s): Larry Markes; Dick Charles
Performer(s): Dinah Shore



I went to bed last evening
Feeling blue as I could be
I couldn’t sleep last evening
For what was worrying me
All the tears I’ve wasted
Would surely fill the deep blue sea

I’ve got those sigh about him, cry about him
Morning where am I without him, blues
He keeps me walking on the floor
Then like a fool I ask for more
Although I know he isn’t good
I wouldn’t leave him if I could, I know

I’m not the first on his list
I’d never be missed
I wish I had a dime
For every girl he kissed
I swear I’d be a millionaire
And yet I wouldn’t care
As long as I could get my share

I’ve got those mad about him, sad about him
How can I be glad without him, blues
He makes my dreams go up in smoke
And then he treats it like a joke
He’s just an ordinary sort of guy
And yet I’ll love him till I die, poor me
I’ve got those mad about him, sad about him
How can I be glad without him, blues 

Linda Paloma
Composer(s): Jackson Brown
Performer(s): Jackson Brown



At the moment the music began
And you heard the guitar player starting to sing
You were filled with the beauty that ran
Through what you were imagining
Dreaming of scenes from those songs of love
I was the endless sky
And you were my Mexican dove

Now the music that played in your ears
Grows a little bit fainter each day
And you find yourself looking through tears
At the love you feel slipping away
Though it's not the kind
Of love you might hope to find
If tears could release the heart
From the shadows preferred by the mind

Like a wind that comes up in the night
Caressing your face while you sleep
Love will fill your eyes with the sight
Of a world you can't hope to keep
Dreaming on after that moment's gone
The light in your lover's eyes
Disappears with the light of the dawn

But the morning brings
Strength to your restless wings
And some other lover sings
To the sun's bright corona
I know all about these things
Linda Paloma
Fly away
Linda Paloma 

Macorina
Composer(s): A. Torroella
Performer(s): Raphael



Ponme la mano aquí, Macorina
Ponme la mano aquí
Ponme la mano aquí, Macorina
Ponme la mano aquí
Tus pies dejaban la estela
Y se escapaba tu saya
Buscando la verde raya
Que al ver tu talle tan fino
Las cañas azucareras
Se echaban por el camino
Para que tú las molieras
Como si fueses molino
Ponme la mano aquí, Macorina
Ponme la mano aquí
Ponme la mano aquí, Macorina
Ponme la mano aquí
Tus senos carne de anon
Tu boca una bendición
De guanábana madura
Y era tu fina cintura
La misma de aquel danzón
Ponme la mano aquí, Macorina
Ponme la mano aquí
Ponme la mano aquí, Macorina
Ponme la mano aquí
Después el amanecer
Que de mis brazos te lleva
Y yo sin saber qué hacer
De aquel olor a mujer
A mango y a caña nueva
Con que me llevaste al son
Caliente de aquel danzón 

Linda Lu
Composer(s): Ray Sharpe
First release by: Ray Sharpe - 1959
Covered by multiple other artists



Well, they call my Baby, Patty
But her real name, her real name, her real name is Linda Lu
Well they call my Baby, Patty
But her real name, her real name, her real name is Linda Lu
She's so fine, fair and pretty
You never know what my Baby's gonna do
My Linda Lu

Now when she walks down the street
All the guys, all the guys, all the guys stop and look around
Well, when she walks down the street
All the guys, all the guys, all the guys stop and look around
Oh, she's so fine, fair and pretty
You never know what my Baby's gonna put down

Well, I marry that gal next Saturday night
I'll stay with her for the rest of my life
From now on my rovin' days are through
And it's all because of that chick, a-Linda Lu
Linda Lu, Linda Lu, tell me, tell me, tell me
What are you gonna do

Well, I had a real bad dream last night, Honey
You said, you said, you said that we were through
Ah, but if you ever leave me
You're gonna break my poor heart in two
Ah, yeah, Linda Lu

Well, I marry that gal next Saturday night
I'll stay with her for the rest of my life
From now on my rovin' days are through
And it's all because of that chick, a-Linda Lu
Linda Lu, Linda Lu, tell me, tell me, tell me
What are you gonna do

Well, I had a real bad dream last night, Honey
You said, you said, you said that we were through
Ah, but if you ever leave me
You're gonna break my poor heart in two
Ah, Linda Lu

The Ballad Of Mack The Knife ((aka Mack the Knife (Jonah Jones) - 1957; Moritat (Lyle Lovett) - 1994))
((Adapted from: Die Moritat Von Mackie Messer (Kurt Gerron) - 1928))
Composer(s): Berthold Brecht - Kurt Weill - Marc Blitzstein
Performer(s): Gerald Price - 1954
and multiple other artists

Versions In Other Languages:
1965 - La Complainte De Mackie (Catherine Sauvage)
1991 - Mackie Messer (The Young Gods)
2008 - Mackie Messer (Helmut Lotti)



Oh, the shark, babe, has such teeth, dear
And it shows them pearly white
Just a jackknife has old MacHeath, babe
And he keeps it, ah, out of sight
Ya know when that shark bites with his teeth, babe
Scarlet billows start to spread
Fancy gloves, oh, wears old MacHeath, babe
So there’s never, never a trace of red

Now on the sidewalk, huh, huh, whoo sunny morning, un huh
Lies a body just oozin' life, eek
And someone’s sneakin' ‘round the corner
Could that someone be Mack the Knife?

There's a tugboat, huh, huh, down by the river dontcha know
Where a cement bag’s just a'drooppin' on down
Oh, that cement is just, it's there for the weight, dear
Five'll get ya ten old Macky’s back in town
Now d'ja hear ‘bout Louie Miller? He disappeared, babe
After drawin' out all his hard-earned cash
And now MacHeath spends just like a sailor
Could it be our boy's done somethin' rash?

Now Jenny Diver, ho, ho, yeah, Sukey Tawdry
Ooh, Miss Lotte Lenya and old Lucy Brown
Oh, the line forms on the right, babe
Now that Macky’s back in town

I said Jenny Diver, whoa, Sukey Tawdry
Look out to Miss Lotte Lenya and old Lucy Brown
Yes, that line forms on the right, babe
Now that Macky’s back in town
Look out, old Macky's back!!

Linda
Composer(s): Jeremy Spencer
Performer(s): Peter Green



I know a girl called Linda she's my hearts desire
This little girl called Linda sets my heart afire
sets my heart afire

Uh-oh, can't you see you've got me in a whirl
It's as plain as it can be that you're my only girl

Please stay with me Linda don't ever leave me alone
'cause I don't want to loose you I want you for my own
I want you for my own

Uh-oh, can't you see, you've got me in a whirl
It's as plain as it can be that you're my only girl

Please stay with me Linda don't ever leave me alone
'cause I don't want to loose you I want you for my own
I want you for my own

Linda
Composer(s): Luis Gomez Escolar - C. Facchinetti - V. Negrini
Performer(s): Miguel Bosé



Linda
te voy a ser sincero 
no estoy pensando en ti 
y no, no quiero lastimarte 
robarte tu primera vez 
pensando en otra
Linda
abrázame con fuerza 
y ayúdame a olvidarla 
si no quiero ver en ti 
la sombra de otra
las manos de otra
los besos de otra 
Linda, beso de aire puro 
Linda, quiero estar seguro 
antes que se junten nuestros cuerpos 
Linda, a tu modo que se 
sienta, que el amanecer 
sorprenda mi silencio sobre ti
Dime
que pudo tener ella 
que hoy no tengas tu 
Hoy 
Dime 
que pudo tener ella 
que hoy no tengas tu 
hoy, que no se lo que soy 
si soy un sueño 
o mar de dudas
o quiero amarte 
Linda, beso de aire puro 
Linda, quiero estar seguro 
antes que se junten nuestros cuerpos 
Linda, a tu modo que se 
sienta, que el amanecer 
sorprenda mi silencio sobre ti

Machushla
Composer(s): Dermot McMurrough; Josephine V. Rowe
Performer(s): Josef Locke



Macushla, Macushla your sweet voice is calling
calling me softly again and again
Macushla Macushla I hear its dear pleading
my blue eyed Macushla I hear it in vain
Macushla, Macushla your white arms are reaching
I feel them enfolding, caressing me still
fling them out from the darkness my lost love Macushla
let them find me, and bind me again if they will
Macushla, Macushla your red lips are saying
that death is a dream and love is for aye
then awaken Macushla, awake from your dreaming
my blue eyed Macushla awaken to stay

Linda
Composer(s): Jack Lawrence - Ann Ronell
Performer(s): Buddy Clark
and multiple other artists



When I go to sleep 
I never count sheep
I count all the charms about Linda

And lately it seems 
in all of my dreams
I walk with my arms about Linda

But what good does it do me for Linda 
doesn't know that I exist? 
Can't help feeling gloomy
think of all the lovin' I've missed

We pass on the street
my heart skips a beat 
I say to myself, "Hello, Linda"

If only she'd smile
I'd stop for a while 
and then I would get to know Linda

But miracles still happen 
and when my lucky star begins to shine
with one lucky break
I'll make Linda mine

Macho Man
Composer(s): Henri Belolo; Jacques Morali;
Peter Whitehead; Victor Willis
Performer(s): Village People



Body, wanna feel my body, body, baby
such a thrill, my body
Body, wanna touch my body, body, baby
it's too much, my body
Body, check it out, my body, body, baby
don't you doubt, my body
Body, talking about my body, body, baby
checking out my body
Listen here
Every man wants to be a macho man
To have the kind of body always in demand
Joggin' in the mornings, go man go
Work up to the hill's top, muscles grow
You can best believe me
He's a macho man
Glad he took you down with anyone you can
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
Macho, macho man
I gotta be a macho man
Macho macho man
I gotta be a macho
Macho, macho man
I gotta be a macho man
Macho macho man
I gotta be a macho
Body, my body, body, wanna feel my body
Body, baby, body, body, come and thrill my body
Body, baby, body, body, love to funk, my body
Body, baby, body, body, it's so hot, my body
So hot, yeah my body
Allright
Everyman ought to be a macho, macho man
To live a life of freedom, machos make a stand
Have your own lifestyles and ideals
Access the strip of competence, that's the skill
You can best believe that he's a macho man
He's the special god son in anybody's land
hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
Macho, macho man
I gotta be a macho man
Macho macho man
I gotta be a macho
Macho, macho man
I gotta be a macho man
Macho macho man
I gotta be a macho
Macho, macho man
I gotta be a macho man
Macho macho man
I gotta be a macho
I gotta be a macho man
I gotta be a mucho mucho, macho macho man
I gotta be a macho

Linda
Composer(s): Charles Tobias - Jo Trent - Peter DeRose
Performer(s): Al Bowlly



Linda, I’m in love with you Linda
Linda, Linda do you love me too
Linda made up my mind to win ya
Linda, Linda here’s what we’ll do

You know that we’ll go riding in the moonlight
Ridin’ on a broken down hack
Ride till we see the lamplight
From the parsons shack
Linda be the sweetness that’s in ya
Linda, Linda you’re gonna be mine