Living Loving Maid (She's Just A Woman) 
Composer(s): Robert Plant - Jimmy Page
First release by: Led Zeppelin - 1969



With a purple umbrella and a fifty cent hair
Living loving, she's just a woman
Misses cool rides out in her aged Cadillac
Living loving, she's just a woman

Come on, babe, on the round about
Ride on the merry-go-round
We all know what your name is
So you better lay your money down

Alimony, alimony paying your bills
Living loving, she's just a woman
When your conscience hits, you knock it back with pills
Living loving, she's just a woman

Come on, babe on the roundabout
Ride on the merry-go-round
We all know what your name is
So you better lay your money down

Telling tall tales of how it used to be
Living loving, she's just a woman
With the butler and the maid and the servants three
Living loving, she's just a woman

Ah, hits it now

Oh, you got

Nobody hears a single word you say
Living loving, she's just a woman
But you keep on talking till your dying day
Living loving, she's just a woman

Come on, babe on the round about
Ride on the merry-go-round
We all know what your name is
So you better lay your money down

Living loving, she's just a woman
Living (living) loving (loving), she's just a woman
Living (la-la-live) loving (la-la-love), she's just a woman 

Moonlight In Vermont
Composer(s): John Blackburn; Karl Suessdorf
Originally performed by: Billy Butterfield & His Orch.
Covered by various other artists



Pennies in a stream
Falling leaves a sycamore
Moonlight in Vermont

Gentle finger waves
Ski trails down a mountain side
Snowlight in Vermont

Telegraph cables, how they sing down the highway
As they travel each bend in the road
And when people meet, in this romantic setting
They're so hypnotized be the lovely...

Evening summer breeze
Sweet warblings of the meadowlark
Moonlight in Vermont

Living In The U.S.A.
Composer(s): Steve Miller
Performer(s): Steve Miller Band; Neil Merryweather



Stand back, stand back
Stand back, stand back
Stand back, stand back
Stand back, stand back
Doot do do do do doot doot
Living in the U.S.A.
Doot do do do do doot doot
Living in the U.S.A.
Where are you goin' to
What are you gonna do
Do you think that it will be easy
Do you think that it will be pleasin', hey
Stand back, what'd you say
Stand back, I won't pay
Stand back, I'd rather play
Stand back
It's my freedom
Ah, don't worry 'bout me, babe
I got to be free, babe
Hey
Doot do do do do doot doot
Living in the U.S.A.
Doot do do do do doot doot
Living in the U.S.A.
Stand back, dietician
Stand back, television
Stand back, politician
Stand back, mortician
Oh, we got to get away
Living in the U.S.A.
Come on baby, Owwww
I see a yellow man, a brown man
A white man, a red man
Lookin' for Uncle Sam
To give you a helpin' hand
But everybody's kickin' sand
Even politicians
We're living in a plastic land
Somebody give me a hand, yeah
Oh, we're gonna make it, baby
Oh, we're going to shake it, baby
Oh, don't break it
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Come on baby, hey
Hey, hey
In the U.S.A., babe yeah
Doot do do do do doot doot
Living in the U.S.A.
Don't worry 'bout me, babe
Doot do do do do doot doot
Living in the U.S.A.
Living in the U.S.A.
Doot do do do do doot doot
Living in the U.S.A.
I got to be free
Doot do do do do doot doot
Living in the U.S.A.
Come on try it, you can buy it, you can leave it next week, yeah
Somebody give me a cheeseburger 

Moonlight In Samosa
Composer(s): Robbie Blunt; Robert Plant
Performer(s): Robert Plant



Time and again I see you walking down the street
Over and over, just like before
Once in a while you stop and say hello to me
Just like you used to do before
Time and again, it's like we were in love and then
Over and over - nobody keeping score
Once in a while I think you notice when I smile
That love still lingers in my eyes

It can't go wrong, it can't go wrong
It lingers on, it lingers on

Day after day I turn it over in my mind
Dream after dream it's hard to tell you how I find
Out of the blue I'm suddenly so close to you
Despite the years that I've been gone
Will you stop - will you wait a minute - please remember
Can you stop - can you just give me one minute to explain
I will not cause a fuss, I will not rock the boat - believe me darling
Oh what is, what was, it's all the same

Living In The Plastic Age
Composer(s): Geoffrey Downes - T. Horn
Performer(s): Buggles



Every day my metal friend
Shakes my bed at 6am
Then the shiny serving clones
Run in with my telephones

Talking fast I make a deal
Buy the fake and sell what's real
What's this pain here in my chest? 
Maybe I should take a rest

They send the heart police to put you under
Cardiac arrest 
and as they drag you the door 
They tell you that you've failed the test 

Living in the ...
Living in the plastic age
Looking only half my age
Hello doctor lift my face 

I wish my skin could stand the pace
In the bed I read my mind
Remember how the mice were blind
I watch them fighting in their cage
Could this be the plastic age? 

They send the heart police 
to put you under cardiac arrest 
and as they drag you the door 
they tell you that you've failed the test 

Living in the 
Plastic age
Plastic age
Plastic age

They send the heart police to put you under Cardiac arrest 
and as they drag you the door 
They tell you that you've failed the test 

Living in the plastic age
Plastic age
Plastic age

Moonlight Gambler
Composer(s): Bob Hilliard; Phil Springer
Originally performed by: Frankie Laine



You can gamble for match sticks, you can gamble for gold 
The stakes may be heavy or small
But if you haven't gambled for love and lost 
you haven't gambled at all

They call me a moonlight gambler
I've gambled for love and lost
When I gamble for love and it isn't in the cards
Oh, what heartaches it can cost me

Win or lose, I'm a moonlight gambler
And a winner is what I long to be
So I'll gamble for love just as long as I live
Till the day Lady Luck smiles at me

You can gamble for match sticks
You can gamble for gold
The stakes may be heavy or small
But if you haven't gambled for love and lost
Then you haven't gambled at all

No, if you haven't gambled for love in the moonlight
Then you haven't gambled at all

So I'll gamble for love just as long as I live
Till the day Lady Luck smiles at me

They call me the moonlight gambler
They call me the moonlight gambler

Living In The Material World
Composer(s): George Harrison
Performer(s): George Harrison



I'm living in the material world
Living in the material world

can't say what I'm doing here
But I hope to see much clearer
after living in the material world

I got born into the material world
Getting worn out in the material world
Use my body like a car
Taking me both near and far
Met my friends all in the material world

Met them all there in the material world
John and Paul here in the material world
Though we started out quite poor
We got 'Richie' on a tour
Got caught up in the material world

From the Spiritual Sky
Such sweet memories have I
To the Spiritual Sky
How I pray
Yes I pray
that I won't get lost
or go astray

As I'm fated for the material world
Get frustrated in the material world
Senses never gratified
Only swelling like a tide
That could drown me in the
material world

From the Spiritual Sky
Such sweet memories have I
To the Spiritual Sky
How I pray
Yes I pray
that I won't get lost
or go astray

While I'm living in the material world
Not much 'giving' in the material world
Got a lot of work to do
Try to get a message through
And get back out of this material world

I'm living in the material world
Living in the material world
I hope to get out of this place
by the Lord Sri Krsna's Grace
My salvation from the material world
Big Ending 

Moonlight Feels Right
Composer(s): Bruce Blackman
Performer(s): Starbuck



The wind blew some luck in my direction
I caught it in my hands today
I finally made a tricky frech connection
you winked and gave me your o.k.
I'll take you on a trip beside the ocean
and drop the top at Chesapeake Bay
ain't nothing like the sky to dose a potion
the moon'll send you on your way
Moonlight feels right, moonlight feels right
We'll lay back and observe the constellations
and watch the moon smiling bright
I'll play the radio on southern stations
'cause southern belles are hell at night
you say you came to Baltimore from Ole Miss
a class of '74 gold ring
the eastern moon looks ready for a wet kiss
to make the tide rise again
Moonlight feels right, moonlight feels right

We'll see the sun come up on sunday morning
and watch it fade the moon away
I guess you know I'm giving you a warning
'cause me and moon are itching to play
I'll take you on a trip beside the ocean
and drop the top at Chesapeake Bay
ain't nothing like the sky to dose a potion
the moon'll send you on your way
Moonlight feels right, moonlight feels right

Living In Dreams
Composer(s): Johnny Green
Performer(s): Russ Columbo
and multiple other artists



For all these years I've cried out my heart
In tears without measure
But with you to treasure
I'm living in dreams

Until you came my life seemed all wrong
I dreaded tomorrow
But you banished sorrow
I'm living in dreams

Up to now the sun, the moon, the stars
Meant nothing in my heart
And love was just a hope
To which I plainly tried to pin my life

But that's all changed since we've been like one
The days smoothly flow on
Together we'll go on
Living in dreams

But that's all changed since we've been like one
The days smoothly flow on
Together we'll go on
Living in dreams 

Meet Me At Mary's Place
Composer(s): Sam Cooke
Performer(s): Sam Cooke



A friend of mine told me one early mornin'
(Over at Mary's place, ho)
Said tonight there's gonna be a party goin' on
(Over at Mary's place, ho)
He said "If you can enjoy a real nice affair
(Over at Mary's place, ho)
Then you'll make it your business to be right there"
(Over at Mary's place, ho)

He said in fact: Meet me (meet me at Mary's place)
We're gonna have (we're gonna have us a ball today)
Why don't you (meet me at Mary's place)
Why don't you meet me (meet me at Mary's place)
We're gonna have (we're gonna have us a ball today)
Why don't you (meet me at Mary's place, ho)

He said: There's one thing I that want you to know
(Over at Mary's place, ho)
You're gonna have a good time before you go
(Over at Mary's place, ho)
He said: There's one more thing that I'm gonna guarantee
(Over at Mary's place, ho)
Got to have fun if you're a man like me
(Over at Mary's place, ho)

If you wanna have fun, meet me (meet me at Mary's place)
We're gonna have (we're gonna have us a ball today)
Why don't you (meet me at Mary's place)
Oh meet me (meet me at Mary's place)
We're gonna have (we're gonna have us a ball today)
Why don't you (meet me at Mary's place, ho)

If you wanna have a good time (meet me at Mary's place)
We're gonna have (we're gonna have us a ball today)
Come on and (meet me at Mary's place)
Oh, meet me (meet me at Mary's place)
We're gonna have (we're gonna have us a ball today)
Come on and (meet me at Mary's place, ho)

Living In America ((aka Living With A Hernia (by "Weird Al" Yankovic) - 1986))
Composer(s): Charlie Midnight - Dan Hartman
First release by: James Brown - 1985
Covered by multiple other artists



Yeah, uh! Get up, now! Ow! Knock out this!

Super highways, coast to coast
easy to get anywhere
On the transcontinental overload
just slide behind the wheel
How does it feel

When there's no destination - that's too far
And somewhere on the way
you might find out who you are

Living in America - eye to eye, station to station
Living in America - hand to hand, across the nation
Living in America - got to have a celebration

Rock my soul

Smokestack, fatback
many miles of railroad track
All night radio, keep on runnin'
through your rock 'n' roll soul
All night diners keep you awake
hey, on black coffee and a hard roll

You might have to walk the fine line
you might take the hard line
But everybody's working overtime

Living in America - eye to eye, station to station
Living in America - hand to hand, across the nation
Living in America - got to have a celebration

I live in America, help me out
but I live in America
wait a minute

You might not be looking for the promised land
but you might find it anyway
Under one of those old familiar names
Like New Orleans (New Orleans)
Detroit City (Detroit City), Dallas (Dallas)
Pittsburg P.A. (Pittsburg P.A.)
New York City (New York City)
Kansas City (Kansas City)
Atlanta (Atlanta), Chicago and L.A.

Living in America - hit me
Living in America - yeah
I walk in and out
Living in America

I live in America - state lines
gonna make the prime, that
I live in America - hey
I know what it means, I

Living in America - Eddie Murphy, eat your heart out
Living in America - hit me, I said now, eye to eye, station to station
Living in America - so nice, with your bare self
Living in America - I feel good! 

Meester Prikkebeen
Composer(s): Boudewijn de Groot; L.H. Nijgh
Performer(s): Boudewijn de Groot



Hij staat in de sneeuw aan de poort van de stad 
En prikt de dagen van december op z'n hoed 
Hij fluit z'n pluche lapjeskat 
Want hij heeft last van muizenissen die nesten maken in z'n baard 

Maar 't dier laat hem altijd mooi fluiten 
't Dier preekt ernstig voor de vissen 
Gevallen van een haringkar 

Hij lokt de dagen met z'n lied 
De dagen vliegen, hij blijft staan 
Waar komt hij vandaan
Waar komt hij vandaan
Hij koestert de dagen van rood cellofaan 
Van glitter en watten en sterrenpapier 
Geen mens kent zijn naam 
Geen mens kent zijn naam

Meester Prikkebeen 
Meester Prikkebeen
Mensen lopen langs hem heen 
Hij blijft alleen meester Prikkebeen 

Lantaarnopstekers gaan stil door de nacht 
Hij speelt z'n draailier voor hun harige gezicht 
Slaap gerust, sluimer zacht 
Een paladijn met zijn soldaten blijft even luisteren naar hem 

Toch blijft z'n schotel leeg, ze lachen 
Alleen een meisje blijft staan praten 
Een mager meisje van plezier 

Waarom speel jij geen ander lied 
Je ogen en je mond zijn koud 
Ik weet geen refrein 
Ik draag op m'n borsten een sleutel van goud 
Het licht in m'n oog is een ster die verschiet 
Zo kan ik niet zijn 

Meester Prikkebeen 
Meester Prikkebeen
Mensen lopen langs hem heen 
Hij blijft alleen meester Prikkebeen 

Ze danst in de sneeuw en ze speelt tamboerijn 
Terwijl de lapjeskat heel stil de passie preekt 
Het geurt naar brood en warme wijn 
En in de sneeuwnacht bij de ballen verwachten ze 't nieuwe jaar 

De laatste nacht komt aangevlogen 
De laatste slagen zijn gevallen 
'n Vuurpijl spuit de hemel in 

En morgen verdwijnen ze over het land 
Morgen verdwijnen ze over het land 
Het nieuwe jaar is wijd en groen 
Een bloemenwei is leeg en groen 
Nooit zien ze hem weer 
Nooit zien ze hem weer
Wie weet wat de dagen 
Wie weet wat de dagen dit jaar zullen doen dit jaar zullen doen 
Zij speelt met de kat 
Zij speelt met de kat
En hij zwaait met zijn hand 
En hij zwaait met zijn hand
Vaarwel en tot ziens
Vaarwel en tot ziens
Misschien tot ziens
Misschien tot ziens

Meester Prikkebeen 
Meester Prikkebeen
Mensen lopen langs hem heen 
Hij blijft alleen meester Prikkebeen

Living In A Child's Dream
Composer(s): Mick Bower
Performer(s): The Master's Apprentices



See the windows of the green house, their painted yellow like doors
See the child who sits in wonder, at this brightly colored scene
See the clown who makes the children laugh, as he spins around and shows them all his tricks
Oh how I wish I where a little boy again, living in a child's dream

See the mountains made of ice cream, with cherries doted on their slopes
And over there's a chocolate tree trunk ,mint leaves are hanging from the boughs
See the clown who makes the children laugh, as he spins around and shows them all his tricks
Oh how I wish I where a little boy again living in a child's dream

A land of fairy tales and good things, is all a child will dream all day
And while he's young he'll have no reason, to cry for someone gone away
See the clown who makes the children laugh, as he spins around and shows them all his tricks
Oh how I wish I where a little boy again, living in a child's dream

Mediterraneo
Composer(s): Joan Manuel Serrat
Performer(s): Joan Manuel Serrat



Quizá porque mi niñez
sigue jugando en tu playa
y escondido tras las cañas
duerme mi primer amor
llevo tu luz y tu olor
por dondequiera que vaya

y amontonado en tu arena
tengo amor, juegos y penas
Yo, que en la piel tengo el sabor
amargo del llanto enterno
que han vertido en ti cien pueblos
de Algeciras a Estambul
para que pintes de azul
sus largas noches de invierno

A fuerza de desvinturas
tu alma es profunda y oscura

A tus atardeceres rojos
se acostubraron mis ojos
como el recodo al camino...

Soy cantor, soy embustero
me gusta el juego y el vino
Tengo alma de marinero...

Qué le voy a hacer, si yo
nací en el Mediterraneo

Y te acercas, y te vas
despueés de besar mi aldea
Jugando con la marea
te vas, pensando en volver
Eres como una mujer
perfumadita de brea

que se añora y se quiere
que se conoce y se teme

Ay, si un día para mi mal
viene a buscarme la parca
Empujad al mar mi barca
con un levante otoñal
y dejad que el temporal
desguace sus alas blancas

Y a mi enterradme sin duelo 
entre la playa y el cielo...

En la ladera de un monte
más alto que el horizonte
Quiero tener buena vista

Mi cuerpo será camino
le daré verde a los pinos
y amarillo a la genista...

Cerca del mar 
Porque yo nací en el Mediterraneo

Living For You
Composer(s): Leo Robin - Ralph Rainger
Performer(s): Peggy Lee



Living for you is easy living
It’s easy to live when you’re in love
And I’m so in love
There’s nothing in life but you

I’ll never regret the years I’m giving
It’s easy to give when you’re in love
I’m happy to do whatever I do for you

For you, maybe I’m a fool, but it’s fun
People say you rule me
With one waive of your hand
Darling, it’s strange,           
They just don’t understand

That living for you is easy living
It’s easy to live when you’re in love
And I’m so in love
There’s nothing in life but you

Mediterraneo (Sarà Sarà)
(French & Spanish Versions: Soleil; Soleil Mi Sol)
Composer(s): Gian Guarnieri - G. Manicardi - Antonio Summa
Performer(s): Dalida



Sarà sarà, mediterraneo, sarà sarà la musica sarà

Barche dondolate
Flirt di mezza estate
Dolce vento d'olio di cocco vedrà
Tiepide serate
Un whiski e ghiaccio cambierà
Sere piene di nuvole
Un cameriere verserà
Rose e complicità

Sarà sarà Mediterraneo
Sarà sarà la musica sarà
Dentro di me qualcosa cambierà
Chissà domani quale amore resterà 
Sarà sarà Mediterraneo
Sarà sarà la sera al Tropico
Un'eco che non si ripeterà
Ed una donna che non dira mai
Oh mai, mai mai mai mai, oh mai, mai mai mai mai

Libro scritto male
Film di carnevale
Copre coi fiori coi trucchi coi se
Voglie di volare
Apiedi nudi ballero
Sulla spiaggia che sa di blu
E di quell'uomo resterà
Sabbia niente di più

Sarà sarà Mediterraneo
Sarà sarà la musica sarà
Dentro di me qualcosa cambierà
Chissà domani quale amore resterà
Sarà sarà Mediterraneo
Sarà sarà la sera al Tropico
Un'eco che non si ripeterà
Ed una donna che non dira mai
Oh mai, mai mai mai mai, oh mai, mai mai mai mai

Guardo nello specchio
Dritto nei miei occhi
La mia mente vola lontano da amanti
Tinti di rossetti
Il corpo è un gatto libero
Quante volte ti tradirà
Ma senza nomi inutili
Solo con verità
Sarà sarà

Sarà sarà mediterraneo
Sarà sarà la musica sarà
Dentro di me qualcosa cambierà
Chissà domani quale amore resterà
Sarà sarà Mediterraneo
Sarà sarà la sera al Tropico
Un'eco che non si ripeterà
Ed una donna che non dira mai
Oh mai, mai mai mai mai, oh mai, mai mai mai mai

Living For The City
((Finnish Version: Liikaa Stadiin (by Kirka) - 1975))
Composer(s): Stevie Wonder
First release by: Stevie Wonder - 1973
Covered by multiple other artists



A boy is born in hard time Mississippi
Surrounded by four walls that ain't so pretty
His parents give him love and affection
To keep him strong moving in the right direction
Living just enough, just enough for the city...ee ha!
His father works some days for fourteen hours
And you can bet he barely makes a dollar
His mother goes to scrub the floors for many
And you'd best believe she hardly gets a penny
Living just enough, just enough for the city... yeah!
His sister's black but she is sho'nuff pretty
Her skirt is short but Lord her legs are sturdy
To walk to school she's got to get up early
Her clothes are old but never are they dirty
Living just enough, just enough for the city...um hum
Her brother's smart he's got more sense than many
His patience's long but soon he won't have any
To find a job is like a haystack needle
Cause where he lives they don't use colored people
Living just enough, just enough for the city...
Living just enough...
For the city... ooh, ooh
(Repeat several times)

His hair is long, his feet are hard and gritty
He spends his life walking the streets of New York City
He's almost dead from breathing in air pollution
He tried to vote but to him there's no solution
Living just enough, just enough for the city...v yeah,yeah,yeah!
I hope you hear inside my voice of sorrow
And that it motivates you to make a better tomorrow
This place is cruel no where could be much colder
If we don't change the world will soon be over
Living just enough, stop giving just enough for the city!!!!
La, La, La, La, La, La
Da Ba Da Da Da Da Da Da
Da Da Da Da Da Da
Da Da Da Da Da Da Da Da Da
(Repeat)

Meditation Mama (Transcendental Woman Travels)
Composer(s): John Phillips; Lou Adler
Performer(s): The Mamas & The Papas



Transcendental mama travels
Feet barely touch the ground
Time don’t mean a thing
Except that the world goes around

Meditation woman
Rather walk than ride
Never really quite convinced
She’s not supposed to fly

Mojo daddy mystic
Wants both feet on the ground
Meditation mama
Keeps them spinning around
For her sweet love

Completely, good love for me

Up and down the western coast
In and out of bounds
Searching for her eastern ghost
And his magic fountain

Always just a thought behind
Never there beside her
Mojo daddy doesn’t mind
He knows he’s inside her

Transcendental mama travels
Feet barely touch the ground
You know the world goes around
For her sweet love

Completely, good love for me

Living Doll
Composer(s): Lionel Bart
First release by: Cliff Richard & The Drifters - 1959
Covered by multiple other artists

Versions In Other Languages:
1976 - La' Dem Dog (by Bamses Venner)
1995 - Living Doll (Dutch Version) (by Paul Severs)



Got myself a cryin', talkin', sleepin', walkin', livin' doll
Gonna do my best to please her just cos she's a livin' doll
Got a rovin' eye and that is why she satisfies my soul
Got myself a cryin', sleepin', walkin', livin' doll

Well, take a look at her hair, it's real
If you don't believe what I say, just feel
I'm gonna lock her up in a trunk so no big hunk
Can steal her away from me

Got myself a cryin', talkin', sleepin', walkin', livin' doll
Gonna do my best to please her just cos she's a livin' doll
Got a rovin' eye and that is why she satisfies my soul
I got the one and only walkin', talkin', livin' doll 

Medicine Jar
Composer(s): Jimmy McCulloch; Colin Allen
Performer(s): Wings



What's Wrong With You?
I Wish I Knew
You Say Time And Tell
I Hope That's True
There's More To Life Than Blues And Reds
I Say, I Know How You Feel
Now Your Friends Are Dead

Dead On Your Feet, You Won't Get Far
If You Keep On Sticking Your Hand
In The Medicine Jar

Now Don't Give Up
Whatever You Do
You Say Time Will Tell
I Hope That's True
If You Go Down And Lose Your Head
I Say, I Know How You Feel
Now Your Friends Are Dead

Dead On Your Feet, You Won't Get Far
If You Keep On Sticking Your Hand
In The Medicine Jar

Dead On Your Feet ...

What Can I Do?
I Can't Let Go
You Say Time Will Heal
But Very Slow
So Don't Forget The Things You Said
I Say I Know How You Feel
Now Your Friends Are Dead

Dead On Your Feet, You Won't Get Far
If You Keep On Sticking Your Hand
In The Medicine Jar