Tango
Composer(s): Brice Homs - Michel Fugain
Performer(s): Michel Fugain



C'est comme un coup au ventre
La nuit qui entre
Et fait battre le sang
Comme un volcan
À l'heure où dans les rues
Les pas perdus
cherchent l'ivresse ou l'inconnu

Je veux traîner encore
Là, dans le décor
De ces histoires
Du fond des bars
Sur un air de bandonéon
Et les yeux dans les néons

Je veux tanguer
Je veux tango
Je veux cambrer le dos
Comme à la charge du taureau
La fièvre sur la peau

Je veux, je veux danser
Les yeux fermés
Le chant de l'exilé
Le chant de l'homme abandonné
Pour qui la vie n'est plus...
Qu'un tango

Quand j'entends cette voix
Qui cogne au cœur, là
Qui compte les temps
Par quatre ou par trois
Je sens brûler la flamme
Contre mes hanches
D'un corps de femme
Qui se déhanche

Je veux chanter la plainte
Où l'amour suinte
De chaque note, à chaque pas
À l'heure où se confondent encore
Et l'Amour, et la Mort

Je veux tanguer
Je veux tango
Je veux cambrer le dos
Comme à la charge du taureau
La fièvre sur la peau
Je veux, je veux danser
Les yeux fermés
Le chant de l'exilé
Le chant de l'homme abandonné
Pour qui la vie n'est plus...
Qu'un tango

Mr. Walker, It's All Over
Composer(s): Gene Crysler
Performer(s): Billie Jo Spears; Lynn Anderson



I left Garden City Kansas with a ticket
And a yen to see New York
I typed eighty words a minute
So your corporation let me go to work
I fetch paper clips and coffee
Even help you dodge your domineering wife
Mr. Walker, it's all over
I don't like the New York secretary's life

In this building there's a crowd o' guys
With old familiar thoughts upon their minds
Yeah, an' that's a lot of hands a-reaching out
To grab the things that I consider mine
And the president persues me
Even though he's old and hair a-turnin' white
Mr. Walker, it's all over
I don't like the New York secretary's life

Well there's a flat in Greenwich Village
That I took because the subway wasn't far
Yeah, but there's a trumpet player upstairs
And below me there's a jumpin' all night bar
And to frost the bitter cake
I have to share the place with bugs and big ol' mice
Mr. Walker, it's all over
I don't like the New York secretary's life

Your sweetheart in personnel
Said I should give her written notice like the rest
So I wrote goodbye with my brightest lipstick
Right across her big expensive desk
You'd better call the Times and tell 'em
Put your wanted ad right back in classified
Mr. Walker, it's all over
I don't like the New York secretary's life

There's a Greyhound at the station
And a Mom at home with open arms for me
Garden City's looking better every minute now
Since I have learned to see
And the boy next door don't know it
But come June he's gonna gain himself a wife
Mr. Walker, it's all over
I don't like the New York secretary's life
Oh, Mr. Walker, it's all over
I don't like the New York secretary's life
Eah-oh, Mr. Walker, it's all over
I don't like the New York secretary's life
Mr. Walker ...

Go West
Composer(s): Henri Belolo;
Jacques Morali; Victor Willis
Performer(s): Village People;
and various other artists



Together we will go our way
together we will leave some day
Together your hand in my hand, together we will make the plans
Together we will fly so high, together tell our friends goodbye
Together we will start life new, together this is what we'll do

Go west, life is peaceful there
Go west, lots of open air
Go west to begin life new
Go west, this is what we'll do
Go west, sun in winter time
Go west, we will do just fine
Go wes t where the skies are blue 
Go west, this and more we'll do

Together we will love the beach, together we will learn and teach
Together change our pace of life, together we will work and strive
I love you, I know you love me
I want you happy and carefree
So that's why I have no protest when you say you want to go west

Go west, life is peaceful there
Go west, lots of open air
Go west to begin life new
Go west, this is what we'll do 
Go west, sun in winter time 
Go west, we will do just fine
Go west where the skies are blue
Go west, this and more we'll do

I know that there are many ways to live there in the sun or shade
Together we will find a place to settle down and live with the space
without the busy pace back east, the hustling, rustling of the feet
I know I'm ready to leave too, so this is what we're going to do

Go west, life is peaceful there
Go west, lots of open air
Go west to begin life new
Go west, this is what we'll do
Go west, sun in winter time
Go west, we will do just fine
Go west where the skies are blue
Go west, this and more we'll do 

Go west...(repeat & fade)

Tangled Up Puppet
Composer(s): Harry Chapin - Sandy Chapin
Performer(s): Harry Chapin; Terry Klausner



I'm a tangled up puppet
Spinning round in knots
And the more I see what I used to be
The less of you I've got

There was a time that you curled up in my lap; like a child
You'd cling to me smiling, yours eyes wide and wild
Now you slip through my arms, wave a passing hello
Twist away and toss a kiss, laughing as you go

You used to say "Read me a story and sing me songs of love"
For you were Princess Paradise like your wings of a dove
Now I chase you and tease you trying to remake you my own
But you just turn away and say "please leave me alone"

And I'm a tangled up puppet
All hanging in your strings
I'm a butterfly in a spider's web
Fluttering my wings

And the more that I keep dancing
And spinning round in knots
The more I see what I used to be
And the less of you I've got

You are a drawer full of makeup and rinses and things
You keep changing your moods like your earrings and rings
But tonight while we played tag for five minutes in the yard
Just for a moment I caught you off guard
But now you write your secret poems
In a room just for your dreams
You don't find time to talk to me
About the things you mean
And what I mean is

I have watched you take shape from a jumble of parts
And find the grace and form of a fine work of art
Hey, you, my brand new woman, newly come into your own
Don't you know that you don't need to grow up all alone 

Mr. Tenor Man
Composer(s): Gregory Carrol; Earl Jackson
Performer(s): Lou Christie



They talk about the bass man, he had success
Oh what they say about him, I couldn't care less
But I'm a tenor man and a-don't you forget
That I have got the sound that the kids love best

(Listen to the tenor man, listen to the tenor man
Listen to the tenor man, ah)

They all come around and we hit the town
They never start screamin' till they hear this sound
Now I don't care about a "boom boom boom"
They don't start to swoon till they hear me croon

(Listen to the tenor man, listen to the tenor man
Listen to the tenor man, ah)

They talk about tenors day and night
Don't care if the sound is wrong or right
All I have to do is open my mouth
Everybody wants to jump and shout

Now, Mr. Bass Man, before you go
Let me hear you "boom boom" just once more
Together now!

(Listen to the tenor man, listen to the tenor man
Listen to the tenor man, ah)

Go To Sleep, Go To Sleep, Go To Sleep
Composer(s): Sammy Cahn; Fred Spielman
Performer(s): 
Arthur Godfrey & Mary Martin; Betty Garrett



(~ denotes male singer)

~I shut off the heat, I put out the cat
~I did everything like you said
My darling, you see, there's no doubt of that
Now will you go to bed?

~Say, honey?
I'm trying to sleep
~You know what?
I'm sure it'll keep
~They're talking of raising the taxes
You're getting off cheap
~But my profits are small
I know
~Politicians are all
I know, go to sleep
~But my dear
Go to sleep
~But my dear
Go to sleep
~OK
Oh baby?
~What is it, my dear?
You're snoring
~Put stuff in your ear!
My mother is thinking of travelling
~Make sure she goes west
But our home's in the east
~I know
I just think you're a beast
~I know, go to sleep
But my dear
~Go to sleep
But my dear
~Go to sleep

~I ran into your girlfriend, Kitty, she's pretty
How d'ya tell?
~I asked her to bring George to dinner, he's thinner
Now ain't that swell
~Oh, sweetheart?
Where's something to throw?
~I love you
Now that's nice to know
~I'm glad that it's you that I married
I'm warning you, Joe!
~Our two daughters are grand
I know
~But that ain't what we planned
Now Joe, go to sleep
~But my dear
Go to sleep
~But my dear
Go to sleep

How d'ya like him!
Keeps me awake and now he goes to sleep!

They've got a sale on fur in town, now
Don't frown now
~I'm not sore
They give you eighteen months to pay, dear
OK dear?
~Order four!

Oh, poochie?
~All right, I give in
I love you
~I give up, you win
I'm glad that it's you that I married
~Stop tickling my chin
You can go back to sleep
~Oh, no
You were right, it can keep
~Oh, no
Go to sleep
~But my dear
Go to sleep
~But my dear
Go to sleep

(Both) Go to sleep, go to sleep, go to sleep

Tangled Up In Blue
((Dutch Version: Prachtig In Het Blauw (Bart Peeters) - 2002))
Composer(s): Bob Dylan
First release by: Bob Dylan - 1975
Covered by multiple other artists



Early one mornin' the sun was shinin'
I was layin' in bed 
Wond'rin' if she'd changed at all 
If her hair was still red
Her folks they said our lives together 
Sure was gonna be rough 
They never did like Mama's homemade dress 
Papa's bankbook wasn't big enough
And I was standin' on the side of the road 
Rain fallin' on my shoes 
Heading out for the East Coast 
Lord knows I've paid some dues gettin' through 
Tangled up in blue

She was married when we first met 
Soon to be divorced 
I helped her out of a jam, I guess 
But I used a little too much force
We drove that car as far as we could 
Abandoned it out West 
Split up on a dark sad night 
Both agreeing it was best 
She turned around to look at me 
As I was walkin' away 
I heard her say over my shoulder
"We'll meet again someday on the avenue" 
Tangled up in blue

I had a job in the great north woods 
Working as a cook for a spell 
But I never did like it all that much 
And one day the ax just fell
So I drifted down to New Orleans 
Where I happened to be employed 
Workin' for a while on a fishin' boat 
Right outside of Delacroix 
But all the while I was alone 
The past was close behind 
I seen a lot of women 
But she never escaped my mind, and I just grew 
Tangled up in blue 

She was workin' in a topless place 
And I stopped in for a beer 
I just kept looking' at the side of her face 
In the spotlight so clear
And later on as the crowd thinned out 
I's just about to do the same
She was standing there in back of my chair 
Said to me "Don't I know your name?" 
I muttered somethin' underneath my breath 
She studied the lines on my face
I must admit I felt a little uneasy 
When she bent down to tie the laces of my shoe
Tangled up in blue 

She lit a burner on the stove and offered me a pipe 
"I thought you'd never say hello," she said 
"You look like the silent type" 
Then she opened up a book of poems 
And handed it to me 
Written by an Italian poet 
From the thirteenth century 
And every one of them words rang true 
And glowed like burnin' coal 
Pourin' off of every page 
Like it was written in my soul from me to you 
Tangled up in blue

I lived with them on Montague Street 
In a basement down the stairs 
There was music in the cafes at night 
And revolution in the air
Then he started into dealing with slaves 
And something inside of him died 
She had to sell everything she owned 
And froze up inside
And when finally the bottom fell out I became withdrawn 
The only thing I knew how to do 
Was to keep on keepin' on 
Like a bird that flew 
Tangled up in blue 

So now I'm goin' back again 
I got to get to her somehow 
All the people we used to know 
They're an illusion to me now 
Some are mathematicians 
Some are carpenter's wives 
Don't know how it all got started 
I don't know what they're doin' with their lives 
But me, I'm still on the road 
Headin' for another joint 
We always did feel the same 
We just saw it from a different point of view 
Tangled up in blue 

Mr. Tanner
Composer(s): Harry Chapin
Performer(s): Harry Chapin



Mister Tanner was a cleaner from a town in the Midwest
And of all the cleaning shops around he'd made his the best
But he also was a baritone who sang while hanging clothes
He practiced scales while pressing tails and sang at local shows
His friends and neighbors praised the voice that poured out from his throat
They said that he should use his gift instead of cleaning coats

But music was his life, it was not his livelihood
and it made him feel so happy and it made him feel so good
And he sang from his heart and he sang from his soul
He did not know how well he sang 
It just made him whole

His friends kept working on him to try music out full time
A big debut and rave reviews, a great career to climb
Finally they got to him, he would take the fling
A concert agent in New York agreed to have him sing
And there were plane tickets, phone calls, money spent to rent the hall
It took most of his savings but he gladly used them all

But music was his life, it was not his livelihood
and it made him feel so happy and it made him feel so good
And he sang from his heart and he sang from his soul
He did not know how well he sang 
It just made him whole

The evening came, he took the stage, his face set in a smile
And in the half filled hall the critics sat watching on the aisle
But the concert was a blur to him, spatters of applause
He did not know how well he sang, he only heard the flaws
But the critics were concise, it only took four lines
But no one could accuse them of being over kind

Mr. Martin Tanner, Baritone, of Dayton, Ohio made his Town Hall debut last night 
He came well prepared 
but unfortunately his presentation was not up to contemporary professional standards
His voice lacks the range of tonal color necessary to make it consistently interesting
Full time consideration of another endeavor might be in order

He came home to Dayton and was questioned by his friends
Then he smiled and just said nothing and he never sang again
excepting very late at night when the shop was dark and closed
He sang softly to himself as he sorted through the clothes
Music was his life, it was not his livelihood
and it made him feel so happy and it made him feel so good
And he sang from his heart and he sang from his soul
He did not know how well he sang 
It just made him whole

Go To Sleep Conscience (Don't Hurt Me This Time)
Composer(s): Carl Story; Ernest Tubb
Performer(s): Ernest Tubb & The Texas Troubadours



The party is over, the crowd has gone home
The glasses are empty and I’m all alone
She left a note sayin’ she’d meet me at nine
So, Go To Sleep Conscience don’t hurt me this time

She belongs to another, with you I’d agree
But please keep this secret between you and me
You know how I love her and that she was once mine
So, Go To Sleep Conscience don’t hurt me this time

For tonight I must see her and I know she will cry
As I hold her gently and tell her goodbye
It’s got to be over, it’s the end-of-the-line
So, Go To Sleep Conscience don’t hurt me this time

Ah Buddy now

For tonight I must see her and I know she will cry
As I hold her gently and tell her goodbye
It’s got to be over, it’s the end-of-the-line
So, Go To Sleep Conscience don’t hurt me this time

Prachtig In Het Blauw
((Adapted from: Tangled Up In Blue (Bob Dylan) - 1975))
Composer(s): Bob Dylan - Bart Peeters
Performer(s): Bart Peeters - 2002



Ik lag in de zon in de zomer
ik lag in de zon in het gras
Jij kwam langs ik herinner het mij
alsof het gisteren was
je reed nog niet met de wagen
En je brommer was al wekenlang stuk
Je zei ik kon toevallig met
mijn zuster mee
Ik dacht da's wat je noemt een geluk
We hebben hier ook een gemeentepark
stamelde ik hees
Daar gingen we heen en
we zegden niets
alleen maar wat clichés
en ik vond jou prachtig in het blauw

Pas na een jaar of elf
zouden we trouwen
Oorspronkelijk alleen voor de wet
Maar om de kerk in
het midden te houden
Deden we alles en daarna een buffet
De schepen van de burgerlijke stand
speelde mooi toneel
En een witte jurk leek ons overbodig
want die zag je al zoveel
Dus vond ik jou prachtig in het blauw

Nog een stuk of elf jaren later
vanop een bootje in de Middellandse Zee
Sprong je bloot met de kinderen
in het water
Ze konden zwemmen
dus dat viel gelukkig mee
ik herinnerde me toen iets
dat ik indertijd
bij Professor Vanderkerken las
Dat een plotseling besef
van de oneindigheid
een esthetische ervaring was
En ik vond jou wondermooi
in al dat blauw
Ik vond jou prachtig in het blauw

Ik herinnerde me toen iets
dat ik indertijd
bij Professor Vanderkerken las
Dat een plotseling besef
van de oneindigheid
een esthetische ervaring was
En ik vond jou wondermooi
in al dat blauw
Ik vond jou prachtig in het blauw
ik vond jou prachtig in het blauw

Tu Col Tamburino  
English & French Titles:
Mr. Tambourine Man; L'homme Orchestre
Performer(s): Tito Schipa Jr.
(Originally performed by: Bob Dylan)



Ehi tu col tamburino
Senti vuoi suonare
Non ho sonno e non ho un posto in cui tornare
Ehi tu col tamburino
Ascolta vuoi suonare
Fai nell'alba un suono amico e docilmente verrò

Lo so che con l'incanto
Della notte che scompare
Anche i sogni vanno a mare
E rimango a mani cieche vuote insonni ormai
Ma questa volta è peggio sai
Non so ricominciare
Non ho un nome da invocare
E la strada antica è morta più che mai

Aprimi una strada col tuo magico tintin
Sai mi sembra di sognare
Quando non ti puoi aggrappare
Tenti ma non puoi scappare
Non ti chiedo niente meglio che fuggire via
Son pronto per qualunque cosa
Pronto per svanire
Per lasciarmi scomparire
Dammi un canto da seguire
E sarò tuo lo giuro

Sì c'è un vago riso
A mo' di sviso
In contrappunto al sole
Ma non ti farà alcun male
La sua smania è di vagare
E oltre al cielo non conosce altre frontiere
E se udrai un trottolar di rime
Seguirti nel mattino
A tempo col tuo tamburino
Non voltarti è un clown soltanto
Lui sorride e non sa intanto
Che può udirti ma non ti potrà vedere mai

Cancellami dal cuore
Ogni pensiero annuvolato
Nebbie e resti del passato
Via dagli alberi stregati
Dai germogli intirizziti
Fuori al vento e via lontano
Dal dominio insano di magoni infami
Sì danzare sotto un cielo
Di diamanti e ondeggerà
La mia mano incontro al mare
Sui prosceni d'ogni riva
Le memorie ed i destini
Persi in vortici lontani
Porta l'oggi via con te fino a domani

Ehi tu col tamburino
Senti vuoi suonare
Non ho sonno e non ho un posto in cui tornare
Ehi tu col tamburino
Ascolta vuoi suonare
Fai nell'alba un suono amico e docilmente verrò

Go The Distance
Composer(s): Alan Menken
Performer(s): Michael Bolton;
and various other artists



I have often dreamed 
Of a far off place 
Where a hero's welcome 
Would be waiting for me 
Where the crowds will cheer 
When they see my face 
And a voice keeps saying 
This is where I'm meant to be 

I'll be there someday 
I can go the distance 
I will find my way 
If I can be strong 
I know every mile 
Will be worth my while 
When I go the distance 
I'll be right where I belong 

Down an unknown road 
To embrace my fate 
Though that road may wander 
It will lead me to you 
And a thousand years 
Would be worth the wait 
It might take a lifetime 
But somehow I'll see it through 

And I won't be looking back 
I can go the distance 
And I'll stay on track 
No I won't accept defeat 
It's an uphill slope 
But I won't lose hope 
Till I go the distance 
And my journey is complete 
But to look beyond the glory is the hardest part 
For a hero's strength is measured by his heart 

Like a shooting star 
I will go the distance 
I will search the world 
I will face its harms 
I don't care how far 
I can go the distance 
Till I find my hero's welcome 
Waiting in your arms... 

I will search the world 
I will face its harms 
Till I find my hero's welcome 
Waiting in your arms

Tangled In Love
Composer(s): Marcy Levy - Richard Feldman
Performer(s): Eric Clapton



A modern man with an old-fashioned heart
One look at her and I fell apart
I was always the one playing it cool
I got caught in the act, now there's no turning back

I got tangled in love, tangled in love
I got tangled in love, tangled in love
I got caught up, bought up, strangled, tangled in love
I got tangled in love, tangled in love

A long black dress and the call of the wild
I was a fool to think she was just a child
Out of my mind, out of control
Knew that feeling too well, tried to run but I fell

I got tangled in love, tangled in love
I got tangled in love, tangled in love
I got caught up, bought up, strangled, tangled in love
I got tangled in love, tangled in love

I never meant to feel this way
Now I always want to stay...

I got tangled in love, tangled in love
I got tangled in love, tangled in love
I got caught up, bought up, strangled, tangled in love
I got tangled in love, tangled in love

I got tangled in love, tangled in love
I got tangled in love, tangled in love
I got tangled in love, tangled in love
I got tangled in love, tangled in love

L'homme Orchestre
English & Italian Titles:
Mr. Tambourine Man; Tu Col Tamburino
Performer(s): Hugues Aufray
(Originally performed by: Bob Dylan)



Hey Monsieur! L'homme Orchestre
Joue moi ta chanson
J'ai pas sommeil
Et la vie Me Mèn'seul' n'importe ou
Het Monsieur L'homme Orchestre
Fais chanter mes nuits
Dans cet'Jungle-Monnaie
Emmèn'Moi loin d'ici
J'ai vu au soleil couchant, un empire s'effondrer
Aux sables s'envoler
sous mes Yeux blessés, mais toujours éveillés
Fatigué, épuisé et les pieds entravés
Personn' à qui parler
aux Mortes cités de mes rêves émigrés
Hey Monsieur! L'homme Orchestre
Joue moi ta chanson
J'ai pas sommeil
Et la vie Me Mèn'seul' n'importe ou
Het Monsieur L'homme Orchestre
Fais chanter mes nuits
Dans cet'Jungle-Monnaie
Emmèn'Moi loin d'ici
Conduis-moi Très loin là-bas, sur ton magiqu' Trois mats
Mes Mains sont déchirées, mes orteils sont gelés
Mais comm'hier mes bottes sont celles d'un vagabond
Prêt à partir pour n'importe où
À dormir dans un trou
au cœur des grandes parades
Jette un sort sur mes ballades
je veux m'en aller avec toi, je suis prêt à tout
Hey Monsieur! L'homme Orchestre
Joue moi ta chanson
J'ai pas sommeil
Et la vie Me Mèn'seul' n'importe ou
Het Monsieur L'homme Orchestre
Fais chanter mes nuits
Dans cet'Jungle-Monnaie
Emmèn'Moi loin d'ici

Go Rest High On That Mountain
Composer(s): Vince Gill
Performer(s): Bill Gaither;
and various other artists



I know your life on earth was troubled
And only you could know the pain
You weren't afraid to face the devil
You're no stranger to the rain

Go rest high on that mountain
Son your work on earth is done
Go to heaven a-shoutin'
Love for the Father and the Son

Oh how we cried the day you left us
We gathered round your grave to grieve
I wish I could see the angels' faces
When they hear your sweet voice sing

Go rest high on that mountain
Son your work on earth is done
Go to heaven a-shoutin'
Love for the Father and the Son

Go rest high on that mountain
Son your work on earth is done
Go to heaven a-shoutin'
Love for the Father and the Son

Go to heaven a-shoutin'
Love for the Father and the Son

Tangerine 
Composer(s): Johnny Mercer - Victor Schertzinger
First recording/First release by: Vaughn Monroe & his Orch. - 1941/Jimmy Dorsey & His Orch. - 1942
Covered by multiple other artists



(Male)
Tangerine -  she is all they claim
With her eyes of night and lips as bright as flame
Tangerine – when she dances by
Senoritas stare and caballeros sigh
And I’ve seen toasts to Tangerine
Raised in every bar across the Argentine
Yes – she has them all on the run
But her heart belongs to just one
Her heart belongs to Tangerine

(Female)
Tangerine – she is all they say
With mascara’d eyes, and chapeaux by Dache
Tangerine with her lips of flame
If the colour keeps, Louis Philippe’s to blame
And I’ve seen clothes on Tangerine
Where the label says from Macy’s Mezzanine 
Yes, she’s got the guys in a whirl
But she’s only fooling one girl
She’s only fooling Tangerine 

Mr. Tambourine Man 
French & Italian Titles:
L'homme Orchestre; Tu Col Tamburino
Composer(s): Bob Dylan
Originally performed by: Bob Dylan
Covered by various other artists



Hey Mister Tambourine Man, play a song for me 
I'm not sleepy and there ain't no place I'm going to 
Hey Mister Tambourine Man, play a song for me
In the jingle jangle morning
I'll come following you

Take me for a trip upon your magic swirling ship
All my senses have been stripped
And my hands can't feel to grip
And my toes too numb to step
Wait only for my boot heels to be wandering

I'm ready to go anywhere I'm ready for to fade
On to my own parade cast your dancing spell my way
I promise to go under it 

Hey Mister Tambourine Man, play a song for me 
I'm not sleepy and there ain't no place I'm going to 
Hey Mister Tambourine Man, play a song for me
In the jingle jangle morning 
I'll come following you

Go On With The Wedding
Composer(s): Milt Gabler;
Arthur Korb; Charles Purvis; Milton Yakus
Performer(s): Patti Page; Kitty Kallen



Go on with the wedding
Don't bother 'bout me
Let me be forgotten
Or just a memory
I'll love you, dear, always
But he loves you, too
So go on with the wedding
God bless both of you

(spoken)
I hadn't seen Jim in years
He'd been reported dead
Though Jim was my true love
I soon would marry Fred
The wedding march was beginning
When Jim appeared that day
With a cry, I ran to him
But they all heard Jim say....

Tandoori Chicken
Composer(s): George Harrison - Phil Spector
Performer(s): Ronnie Spector



Tandoori chicken, (Tandoori chicken) 
Tandoori chicken, (Tandoori chicken) 
Tandoori chicken, (Tandoori chicken) 
Tandoori chicken and a great, big bottle of wine 
I told Mal, my old pal 
To go with Joe and both if you go 
We'll get 
Tandoori chicken, (tandoori chicken) 
I said, tandoori chicken, (Tandoori chicken) 
Tandoori chicken and a great, big bottle of wine 
I told Ken, my old friend 
To go with Joe 
They should show me some 

Mr. Sun, Mr. Moon
Composer(s): Mark Lindsay
Performer(s): Paul Revere & The Raiders



Life is bringing you so down
You don't think you can make it
Every night is a show down
Every day is just fake it
Let me show you a new place
If you follow directions
You'll be wearing a new face
Add it to your collection
Come on

Mr. Sun make it fine
Shine on down for this baby of mine
Mr. Moon come on through
When Mr. Sun goes we'll be counting on you

Mr. Sun make it fine
Shine on down for this baby of mine
Mr. Moon come on through
When Mr. Sun goes we'll be counting on you

Let me show you a new place
If you follow directions
You'll be wearing a new face
Add it to your collection
And if you are interested in
What I'm trying to say
Look at me
Your heart is starting to gain on you

Mr. Sun make it fine
Shine on down for this baby of mine
Mr. Moon come on through
When Mr. Sun goes we'll be counting on you

Mr. Sun make it fine
Shine on down for this baby of mine
Mr. Moon come on through
When Mr. Sun goes we'll be counting on you

Mr. Sun make it fine
Shine on down for this baby of mine
Mr. Moon come on through
When Mr. Sun goes we'll be counting on you

Mr. Sun make it fine
Shine on down for this baby of mine
Mr. Moon come on through
Ohhh we're counting on you!