The Beer That I Left On The Bar
Performer(s): Elliot Lawrence & his Orch.



Here's to the beer that I left on the bar
While they were dimming the lights
Here's to the beer and the friends I hold dear
And the songs of good cheer that we sang every night
Here's to the girls that we used to romance
Bless them wherever they are
Here's to the love that I keep dreaming of
In my heart she still shines like a star
And here's to my dreams though some how it seems
They never will get very far
And here is to me, yes I always will be 
Like The Beer That I Left On The Bar

And here's to the grads the same bonny lads
Who gather each year from afar 
And here is to you, here's to you, you and you 
And The Beer That We Left On The Bar

Can You Read My Mind
Composer(s): John Williams - Leslie Bricusse
Performer(s): Margot Kidder
and multiple other artists



Can you read my mind
Do you know what it is you do to me
Don't know who you are
Just a friend from another star

Here I am like a kid at a school
Holding hands with a god, I'm a fool
Will you look at me quivering
Like a little girl shivering
You can see right through me

Can you read my mind
Can you picture the things I'm thinking of
Wondering why you are
All the wonderful things you are

You can fly, you belong to the sky
You and I could belong to each other

If you need a friend,
I'm the one to fly to
If you need to be loved
Here I am, read my mind

Will you look at me quivering
Like a little girl shivering
You can see right through me

If you need a friend
I'm the one to fly to
If you need to be loved
Here I am, read my mind

Read my mind

Lost My Driving Wheel
Composer(s): David Wiffen
First release by: Tom Rush - 1970
Covered by multiple other artists



I just came up on a midnight special, how about that
My car broke down in Texas, stopped dead in her tracks
I just called to tell you that I want you
I want to tell you how I feel

I feel like some old engine
Lost my drivin' wheel

I feel like some old engine
Lost my drivin' wheel

I took my money on a night train north, what a terrible flight
But I made my promise to be there with you on Saturday night
I just called to tell you that I need you
I need to tell you how I feel

I feel like some old engine
Lost my drivin' wheel

You can't say much in a phone call baby, ah you know how it is
But there's one short little thing I've got to say girl, please listen to this
I called to tell you that I love you
I'd love to tell you how I feel

I feel like some old engine
Lost my drivin' wheel

Fatima Brown
Composer(s): Joe McCarthy; Jimmie V. Monaco



In our town lived a girlie named Fatima Brown
She used to dance night and day, light and gay
Oh she certainly was slick, she had the kick
But one day came a sporty actor 'round our way
Hee promised he would marry her
Then he carried her off, the horrid thing 
Now this same Fatima Brown is the rage of New York town
But

Years ago, when Fatima started with her show
She used to dance very mild, she was wild
When she found she didn't go, she was a crow
Bye and bye funny little movements she would try
She found the men admired her and inspired her so, the rest you know
Now she almost shakes the earth, and you get your money's worth
But

Oh, how she changed, she used to dance the butterfly
Gracefully she'd kick so high
Now she dances the seven veils, but six veils must be shy
O o-o! If the home folks knew, why they'll all come sneakin'
Even bring the deacon down to town
She flitters here, she flitters there, flitters almost everywhere
And you have to hold tight to your chair, when you see Fatima Brown

The Bee Song
Composer(s): Kenneth Blain
Performer(s): Arthur Askey



Oh what a glorious thing to be
A healthy grown up busy busy bee
Whiling away
The passing hours
Pinching all the pollen
From the cauliflow'rs
I'd like to be a busy little bee
Being just as busy as a bee can be
Flying round the garden
Brightest ever seen
Taking back the honey
To the dear old queen

Bz bz bz bz, honey bee, honey bee
Bz if you like but don't sting me
Bz bz bz bz, honey bee, honey bee
Bz if you like but don't sting me

Oh what a glorious thing to be
A healthy grown up busy busy bee
Toying with the tulips
Tasting ev'ry type
Building up the honeycomb
That looks like tripe.
I'd like to be a busy little bee
Being just as busy as a bee can be
Flying all around
In the wild hedgerows
Stinging all the cows
Upon the parson's nose

Bz bz bz bz, honey bee, honey bee
Bz if you like but don't sting me
Bz bz bz bz, honey bee, honey bee
Bz if you like but don't sting me

Oh what a glorious thing to be
A healthy grown up busy busy bee
Visiting the picnics
Quite a little tease
Raising little lumps
Upon the maidens' knees
I'd like to be a busy little bee
Being just as busy as a bee can be
Flirting with the butterfly
Strong upon the wing
Whoopee! O death
Where is thy sting?

Bz bz bz bz, honey bee, honey bee
Bz if you like but don't sting me
Bz bz bz bz, honey bee, honey bee
Bz if you like but don't sting me

Oh what a glorious thing to be
A healthy grown up busy busy bee
To be a good bee
One must contrive
For bees in a beehive
Must behive
But maybe I wouldn't be a bee
Bees are all right when alive, you see
But when bees die
You really should see 'em
Pinned on a card
In a dirty museum

Bz bz bz bz, honey bee, honey bee
Bz if you like but don't sting me
Bz bz bz bz, honey bee, honey bee
Bz if you like but don't sting me

Can You Hear What I'm Saying
Composer(s): Jean-Michel Byron - David Paich - Mike Porcaro
Performer(s): Toto



The world is precious, a gift to you and me 
I suggest we treat her right, with love and dignity 

Everybody's looking for some peace of mind 
If you seek the truth then you will surely find 
Everybody wants to have global peace 
Whilst the press of a button can shake the world to its knees 

Can you hear what I'm saying, can you hear what I'm saying 

Those who say might is right, I beg to disagree 
I say we all unite and redirect our destiny 

Everybody's looking for a quick solution 
Our longs are choking from breating in air polution 
I say put down your guns and stop the revolution 
And say this time we make a restitution 

Can you hear what I'm saying, can you hear what I'm saying  

Can you hear what I'm saying, can you hear what I'm saying 
Can you hear what I'm saying, can you hear what I'm saying 

Can you hear me now, I am calling right out for you 
(Can you hear me calling out to you, can you hear me calling out to you) 

There's so much starvation, so much say untruth 
So much prejudice, there's so much liquidation - oh how long, how long 

Can you hear what I'm saying 

Africa, America, Eurasia, Latin Africa

Father's Whiskers




I have a dear old daddy
For whom I nightly pray
He has a set of whiskers
That are always in the way

Oh, they're always in the way
The cows eat them for hay
They hide the dirt on Daddy's shirt
They're always in the way

Father had a strong back
Now it's all caved in
He stepped upon his whiskers
And walked up to his chin

Oh, they're always in the way
The cows eat them for hay
They hide the dirt on Daddy's shirt
They're always in the way

Father has a daughter
Her name is Ella Mae
She climbs up father's whiskers
And braids them all the way

Oh, they're always in the way
The cows eat them for hay
They hide the dirt on Daddy's shirt
They're always in the way

I have a dear old mother
She likes the whiskers, too
She uses them for dusting
And cleaning out the flue

Oh, they're always in the way
The cows eat them for hay
They hide the dirt on Daddy's shirt
They're always in the way

The Bed's Too Big Without You
((Spanish Version: La Cama Es Muy Grande Sin Ti (Plastilina Mosh) - 1998))
Composer(s): Sting
First release by: The Police - 1979
Covered by multiple other artists



Bed's too big without you
Cold wind blows right through my open door
I can't sleep with your memory
Dreaming dreams of what used to be
When she left I was cold inside
That look on my face was just pride
No regrets, no love, no tears
Living on my own was the least of my fears

Bed's too big without you
The bed's too big without you
The bed's too big without you

Since that day when you'd gone
Just had to carry on
I get through the day, but late at night
Made love to my pillow, but it didn't feel right

Every day just the same
Old rules for the same old game
All I gained was heartache
All I made was one mistake
Now the bed's too big without you
The bed's too big without you
The bed's too big without you

Can You Hear The Music
Composer(s): Mick Jagger - Keith Richards
Performer(s): The Rolling Stones



Can you hear the music, can you hear the music? 
Can you feel the magic hangin' in the air? 
Can you feel the magic? Oh, yeah 

Love is a mystery I can't demystify, oh, no 
Sometimes I wonder why we're here 
But I don't care, I don't care 

Can you hear the music, can you hear the music? 
Can you feel the magic dancin' in the air? 
Can you feel the magic? Oh, yeah 

Love is a mystery I can't demystify, oh, no 
Sometimes I I'm dancin' on air 
But I get scared, I get scared 

When I hear the drummer, get me in the groove 
When I hear the guitar, makes me wanna move 
Can you feel the magic, floatin' in the air? 
Can you feel the magic? Oh, yeah 

Sometimes you're feelin' you've been pushed around 
And your rainbow just ain't here 
Don't you fear, don't you fear 

When you hear the music trouble disappear 
When you hear the music ringin' in your ears 
Can you feel the magic floatin' in the air? 
Can you hear the magic? Oh, yeah, yeah 

When you hear the music ringin' in my ear 
Can you hear the music? Oh, yeah 
Can you hear the drummer? Gets you in the groove 
Can you hear the guitar? Make you wanna move? Yeah 

Can you hear the music? Oh, yeah 
Can you hear the music ringin' in my ear? 
Can you hear the music, can you hear the music?

Father To Son
Composer(s): Brian May
Performer(s): Queen



A word in your ear
From father to son
Hear the word that I say
I fought with you
Fought on your side
Long before you were born
Joyful the sound
The word goes around
From father to son to son

And the voice is so clear
Time after time it keeps
Calling you, calling you on
Don't destroy what you see
Your country to be
Just keep building on the ground
That's been won
Kings will be crowned
The word goes around
From father to son to son

Won't you hear us sing
Our family song
Ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba
Now we hand it on
But I've heard it all before
Take this letter that I give you
Take it, sonny, hold it high
You won't understand a word that's in it
But you'll write it all again before you die

A word in your ear
From father to son
Funny you don't hear
A single word that I say
But my letter to you
Will stay by your side
Thru' the years
Till the loneliness is gone

Sing if you will
But the air you breathe
I live to give you
Father to son, father to son
Father to son, father to son
Joyful the sound
Word goes around
Father to son to son
Kings will be crowned
Earth goes around
Father to son to son

Joyful the sound
Word goes around
Father to son to son
Kings will be crowned
Earth goes around
Father to son to son

The Beautiful Day
Composer(s): Leslie Bricusse
Performer(s): Tiny Tim



On the beautiful day that I dream about
In a place I would like to be
Is a beautiful place where the sun comes out
And it shines in the sky for me
On this beautiful winter's morning
If my wish could come true somehow
Then the beautiful day that I dream about
Would be here and now
On this beautiful winter's morning
If my wish could come true somehow
Then the beautiful day that I dream about
Would be here and now

Can You Follow?
Composer(s): Pete Brown - Jack Bruce
Performer(s): Jack Bruce; Larry Coryell



Hey can you follow
Now that the trace is fainter
In the sand
Try turning your face to the wall

Can you still read me
Now that the chase is wilder

In your hand
Try losing your place in the sun

All the praises of the dream
Tuned to tongles in the trees
All yesterday's fine chariots
Turned to buses in the street

Can you still hear me
Now that the songs are moving
Into night
Try sleeping with the dancers in your room 

Father O'Blivion
Composer(s): Frank Zappa
Performer(s): Frank Zappa;
Bohuslan Big Band; Dweezil Zappa



(Get up on your feet and do the Funky Alfonzo)

Father Vyvian O'Blivion
Resplendent in his frock
Was whipping up the batter
For the pancakes of his flock
He was looking rather bleary
He forgot to watch the clock

But the night before
Behind the door
A leprechaun had stroked it

But the night before
Behind the door
A leprechaun had slowly storked it
He slowly stroked it

But the night before
Behind the door
A leprechaun had stroked his spot
He stroked his spot

It set him off in such a frenzy
He sang "Lock Around the Crock!"

And he topped it off with a ...
And he topped it off with a ...
And he topped it off with a ...

oo ooo ooo
oo ooo ooo
oo ooo ooo

As he stumbled on his ...
He was delighted as it stiffened
And ripped right through his sock

"Oh St. Alfonzo would be proud of me"
He shouted down the block

Domine vobiscum
Et cum spiritu tuo
Don't you eat my sleazy pancakes
Just for Saintly Alphonzo

They're so light and fluffy white
We'll raise a fortune by tonight
They're so light and fluffy white
We'll raise a fortune by tonight
They're so light and fluffy brown
They're the finest in the town
They're so light and fluffy brown
They're the finest in the town

Good morning your highness
oo oo ooo
Good gosh, you're sumptuous
oo oo ooo

Good morning your highness
oo oo ooo
Good gosh, you're sumptuous
oo oo ooo

The Beat Goes On
Composer(s): Sonny Bono
First release by: Sonny & Cher - 1967
Covered by multiple other artists

Versions In Other Languages:
1967 - Il Beat... Cos'è? (La Ragazza 77)
1970 - Den Snurrar Runt (Sylvia Vrethammar)



The beat goes on, the beat goes on 
Drums keep pounding rhythm to the brain 
La da, da, da di, la da, da, da, da 
Mm, Charlton was once the rage, uh-huh 
History has turned a page, uh-huh 
The miniskirt's the current thing, uh-huh 
Teenybopper is our new-born king 

The grocery store does super mart, uh-huh 
Little girls still break their hearts, uh-huh 
And men still keep on marching off to war 
Let the Green Bay keep their baseball score 
And the beat goes on, the beat goes on 

Grandma's sitting-chair's a reminisce 
Boys keep chasing girls to get a kiss 
The cars keep a-going faster all the time 
Bums still cry, hey buddy, have you got a dime 
And the beat goes on, the beat goes on
And the beat goes on, the beat goes on

Drums keep pounding rhythm to the brain 
La da, da, da, di, la, da, da, da, da 

And the beat goes on, and the beat goes on 
And the beat goes on, and the beat goes on

Can You Find It In Your Heart
Composer(s): Robert Allen - Al Stillman
Performer(s): Tony Bennett



I want your eyes to see my eyes
I want your lips to touch my lips
I want your love to be my love forever more
Can you find it in your heart to forgive me

I was thoughtless heaven knows I acted badly
But the love I once gave to you so gladly
Can you find it in your heart

Can't we make another start, please forgive me
I'm repenting and your arms alone can save me
So if carelessly I lost the love you gave me
Can you find it in your heart

Day and night I want your eyes to see my eyes
I want your lips to touch my lips
I want your love to be my love forever more
And never never more to part

Must you tell me that it's over, think it over
Though I once betrayed your love, forgive the treason
And my darling if your mind can't find the reason
Can you find it in your heart

Must you tell me that it's over, think it over
Though I once betrayed your love, forgive the treason
And my darling if your mind can't find the reason
Can you find it in your heart

Can you find it in your heart 

Father And Son
Composer(s): Cat Stevens
Performer(s): Cat Stevens



Father 
It's not time to make a change 
Just relax, take it easy
You're still young, that's your fault
There's so much you have to know
Find a girl, settle down
If you want you can marry
Look at me, I am old, but I'm happy

I was once like you are now, and I know that it's not easy
To be calm when you've found something going on
But take your time, think a lot
Why, think of everything you've got
For you will still be here tomorrow, but your dreams may not

Son 
How can I try to explain, when I do he turns away again
It's always been the same, same old story
From the moment I could talk I was ordered to listen
Now there's a way and I know that I have to go away 
I know I have to go

Father 
It's not time to make a change
Just sit down, take it slowly 
You're still young, that's your fault
There's so much you have to go through
Find a girl, settle down
if you want you can marry
Look at me, I am old, but I'm happy

Son 
All the times that I cried, keeping all the things I knew inside
It's hard, but it's harder to ignore it
If they were right, I'd agree, but it's them you know not me
Now there's a way and I know that I have to go away
I know I have to go

The Bay Of Biscay
(Traditional)



Loud roars the dreadful thunder
The rain a deluge show'rs
The clouds are rent asunder
By lightning's vivid pow'rs
The night was drear and dark
Our poor devoted bark
Till next day, there she lay
In the Bay of Biscay, O!

Now dash'd upon the billow
Her op'ning timbers creak
Each fears a wat'ry pillow
None stop the dreadful leak
To cling to slipp'ry shrouds
Each breathless seaman crowds
As she lay, till next day
In the Bay of Biscay, O!

At length the wished for tomorrow
Breaks thro' the hazy sky
Absorb'd in silent sorrow
Each heaves a bitter sigh
The dismal wreck to view
Strikes horror to the crew
As she lay, on that day
In the Bay of Biscay, O!

Her yielding timbers sever
Her pitchy seams are rent
When heav'n, all bounteous ever
Its boundless mercy sent
A sail in sight appears
We hail her with three cheer!
Now we sail, with the gale
From the Bay of Biscay, O!

Can You Feel What I'm Saying
Composer(s): Minnie Riperton - Richard Rudolph - Leon Ware
Performer(s): Minnie Riperton



First we learn how to care
Magical dreams, midnight summer air
Wouldn’t it be nice to find that some... warm... to share
What I care
Maybe someone to love for a lifetime

Oooh, I have love supreme
Mystical movements making me flow free
Slippin’ in between the stars we find that shine all the time
Now they’re yours
Now they’re mine
Now there’s someone to love for a life time

Ohh, can you feel what I’m saying
Touching you... touching... touching me
Can you feel what I’m saying
Touching you... touching... touching me 

Father & Son
Performer(s): James Griffin



When I was a child
I was free runnin wild
And my mother said
Look what your father's done
You will not obey 
Won't do nothin' I say
Then she shook her head
I was my father's son

Father and son
We were a lot like each other
Father and son
You know the blood is thicker than water

Night after night
My parents would tight
Till my mother said
Hush up you'll wake the kid
And then came the day when he just went away
And I sat and I cried
And wondered why he did

Father and son
We couldn't be together 
Father and son
You know the blood is thicker than water

----- years later 
But as I go wanderin' on
I still believe he'll come along
And we could talk as if nothin' were wrong
Of things that we done
Only to talk to him father to son

The Battle Of New Orleans ((aka The Battle Of Kookamonga (Homer & Jethro))
((Adapted from: The 8th Of January (Traditional))
Composer(s): Jimmie Driftwood
First release by: Jimmie Driftwood - 1958/1959
and multiple other artists



In 1814 we took a little trip
Along with Colonel Jackson down the mighty Mississip
We took a little bacon and we took a little beans
And we caught the bloody British in the town of New Orleans

We fired our guns and the British kept a'comin'
There wasn't nigh as many as there was a while ago
We fired once more and they began to runnin'
On down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico

We looked down the river and we seed the British come
And there must have been a hundred of 'em beatin' on the drum
They stepped so high and they made their bugles ring
We stood behind our cotton bales and didn't say a thing

We fired our guns and the British kept a'comin'
There wasn't nigh as many as there was a while ago
We fired once more and they began to runnin'
On down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico

Old Hickory said we could take 'em by surprise
If we didn't fire our muskets till we looked 'em in the eyes
We held our fire till we seed their faces well
Then we opened up our squirrel guns and gave 'em...
Well... we...

... fired our guns and the British kept a'comin'
There wasn't nigh as many as there was a while ago
We fired once more and they began to runnin'
On down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico

Yeah they ran through the briars and they ran through the brambles
And they ran through the bushes where a rabbit couldn't go
They ran so fast that the hounds couldn't catch 'em
On down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico

We fired our cannon till the barrel melted down
So we grabbed an alligator and we fought another round
We filled his head with cannonballs 'n' powdered his behind
And when we touched the powder off, the gator lost his mind

We fired our guns and the British kept a'comin'
There wasn't nigh as many as there was a while ago
We fired once more and they began to runnin'
On down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico

Yeah they ran through the briars and they ran through the brambles
And they ran through the bushes where a rabbit couldn't go
They ran so fast that the hounds couldn't catch 'em
On down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico

Hut, hut, three, four
Sound off, three, four
Hut, hut, three, four
Sound off, three, four
Hut, hut, three, four