The Boy Who Came Back
Composer(s): Marc Almond
Performer(s): Marc Almond & the Willing Sinners



He woke to the sound of the birds in the morning
Felt charged with a new lease of life
Time to break out of his present surroundings
A mother, a child and a wife
He'd not said good-bye to his last thread of childhood
It lay just beyond his front gate
So he packed just a few things
And he packed in his job
And he prayed he'd not left it too late

He turned and he said
"Well we always have time
Time on our side
And there's time for this boy to turn back"

Joy held his heart
As he took to the road
Cast all his sorrow
To the breeze
Knew in his heart
It was the right thing to do
For he had to search out
His belief
Spring came and fall went
The year ran away
Love, hate and heartache ran too
Felt himself drift
Into memories of home
And the loneliness he lived on through

He turned and he said
"Well we always have time
Time on our side
And there's time for this boy to turn back"

And he'd learnt about life
But he'd lost out on love
He was no longer only a boy
There were lines on his face
From the sun and the wind
But no lines there through
Laughter or joy

Shoes full of holes
But with fire in his soul
He walked down the dirt beaten track
Mother was gone
But his wife and child were living on
And they cried
"It's the boy who came back"
Goodbye through the evening
Goodbye through the night
Goodbye through the dreams
Through the sleep
Goodbye to our yesterdays
Hello tomorrow
It seems we were destined to meet

He turned and he said
"Well we always have time
Time on our side
And there's time for this boy to turn back"

Can't Help Lovin' Dat Man
Composer(s): Jerome Kern - Oscar Hammerstein II
First release by: Helen Morgan - 1927
Covered by multiple other artists



Oh listen, sister
I love my mister man and I can't tell you why
Dere ain't no reason why I should love dat man
It must be sumpin' dat de angels done plan
De chimbley's smokin'
De roof is leakin' in
But he don't seem to care
He can be happy
With jes' a sip of gin
I even loves him when his kisses got gin

Fish got to swim and birds got to fly
I got to love one man till I die
Can't help lovin' that man of mine

Tell me he's lazy
Tell me he's slow
Tell me I'm crazy, maybe, I know
Can't help lovin' that man of mine

When he goes away
Dat's a rainy day
And when he comes back dat day is fine
The sun will shine

He can come home as late as can be
Home without him ain't no home to me
Can't help lovin' that man of mine

He can come home as late as can be
Home without him ain't no home to me
Can't help lovin' that man the way I do
Oh Can't help lovin' that man of mine

Fields Of Clover
Composer(s): Dan Penn; Spooner Oldham
Performer(s): The Box Tops



You're walking in fields of clover
I hear you finally made it to the classy side of town
It made me sad, got to feeling bad, until I thought it over
And now I'm all right, because you're all right
Baby, baby, I know you're sleeping warm tonight

You crossed the tracks in a hurry 
Yes you did
You didn't even stop, to tell me goodbye, yeah
But them pretty dresses that you're wearing, baby
Are payment enough  
You're sure looking tough
I always told you, ah, that you had the stuff
Yeah, yeah…

Baby, you're walking in fields of clover
You're stepping high, like a lady should
Now maybe someday you'll wave to me from across the tracks, yeah
And I'll be all right, knowing you're all right
Baby, baby, I know you're sleeping warm tonight
Yeah, yeah…

The Boy Next Door
Composer(s): Hugh Martin - Ralph Blane
Performer(s): Judy Garland



The moment I saw him smile
I knew he was just my style
My only regret is we've never met
Though I dream of him all the while

But he doesn't know I exist
No matter how I may persist
So it's clear to see there's no hope for me
Though I live at fifty-one-thirty-five Kensington Avenue
And he lives at fifty-one-thirty-three

How can I ignore the boy next door
I love him more than I can say
Doesn't try to please me
Doesn't even tease me
And he never sees me glance his way

And though I'm heart-sore, the boy next door
Affection for me won't display
I just adore him
So I can't ignore him
The boy next door

I just adore him
So I can't ignore him
The boy next door 

Can't Help Falling In Love ((aka The Joys Of Love (by Richard Dyer-Bennett) - 18th Century))
((Adapted from: Plaisir D’amour Ne Dure Qu’un Moment... (by Jean-Pierre Claris de Florian) - 1784 and
Romance (by Jean-Paul Egide Martini) - 1785))
Composer(s): Jean-Pierre Claris de Florian - Jean-Paul Egide Martini - George Weiss - Hugo Peretti - Luigi Creatore
Performer(s): Elvis Presley - 1961
and multiple other artists

Versions In Other Languages:
1859 - Plaisir D'amour (by Hector Berlioz) (instrumental)
1931 - Plaisir D'amour (by Yvonne Printemps)
1978 - Comment Ne Pas Être Amoureux De Vous (by Dave)
1992 - Heel Dicht Bij Jou, Mijn Lief (by Dirk Blanchart)
1997 - Kan er niets aan doen (by Frank Boeijen)



Wise men say, only fools rush in
But I can't help falling in love with you
Shall I stay, would it be a sin
If I can't help falling in love with you

Like a river flows surely to the sea
Darling so it goes
Some things are meant to be

Take my hand, take my whole life too
For I can't help falling in love with you
For I can't help falling in love with you

Take my hand, take my whole life too
For I can't help falling in love with you
For I can't help falling in love with you

Fiel
Composer(s): Pedro Ruíz; Miguel Gallardo
Performer(s): Miguel Gallardo



Es fiel, quien camina sin temor
fiel, fiel, quien no cambia de color
en la gloria o el dolor, fiel
Fiel, fiel, como es el río al mar
fiel, fiel, como el viento al vendaval
quiero ser, quiero ser
Fiel a un dios, a un color
a mi libertad, a mi amor
a mis inquietudes
seré fiel
Fiel, fiel, al que entienda mi verdad
fiel, fiel, a quien yo de mi amistad
quiero ser, quiero ser
Fiel a un dios, a un candor
a mi juventud, al valor
a mis inquietudes
seré fiel
Fiel a un dios, a un color
a mi libertad, a mi amor
a mis inquietudes
seré fiel
Seré fiel

The Boy In The Bubble
Composer(s): Paul Simon - Forere Motloheloa
First release by: Paul Simon - 1986
Covered by multiple other artists



It was a slow day
And the sun was beating
On the soldiers by the side of the road
There was a bright light
A shattering of shop windows
The bomb in the baby carriage
Was wired to the radio
These are the days of miracle and wonder
This is the long distance call
The way the camera follows us in slo-mo
The way we look to us all
The way we look to a distant constellation
That's dying in a corner of the sky
These are the days of miracle and wonder
And don't cry baby, don't cry
Don't cry

It was a dry wind
And it swept across the desert
And it curled into the circle of birth
And the dead sand
Falling on the children
The mothers and the fathers
And the automatic earth
These are the days of miracle and wonder
This is the long distance call
The way the camera follows us in slo-mo
The way we look to us all
The way we look to a distant constellation
That's dying in a corner of the sky
These are the days of miracle and wonder
And don't cry baby, don't cry
Don't cry

It's a turn-around jump shot
It's everybody jump start
It's every generation throws a hero up the pop charts
Medicine is magical and magical is art, think of
The Boy in the Bubble
And the baby with the baboon heart

And I believe
These are the days of lasers in the jungle
Lasers in the jungle somewhere
Staccato signals of constant information
A loose affiliation of millionaires
And billionaires and baby
These are the days of miracle and wonder
This is the long distance call
The way the camera follows us in slo-mo
The way we look to us all
The way we look to a distant constellation
That's dying in a corner of the sky
These are the days of miracle and wonder
And don't cry baby, don't cry
Don't cry

Can't Go On
Composer(s): David Coverdale - Adrian Vandenberg
Performer(s): Whitesnake



I’ve been feeling sentimental
In a melancholy way
Blues siting on my shoulder
Getting heavier every day...

Staring into space
One thing on my mind
I’ve been trying to drown
The thought of you
By drinking too much wine...

Then my imagination
Starts running wild
I snap my fingers
And you’re there by my side...

Can’t go on without your love
There’s no song without your love...
Ain’t no reason, ain’t no rhyme
Without your love
I’ll go out of my mind...

Been getting too lazy
Letting myself go
Feeling like a refugee
No one cares for anymore...
Endless lonely days
I just try to get through
And there’s no escape
Even when I sleep
’cause all I dream is you...

Then my imagination
Gets the better of me
’cause you’re everywhere I go
In everything I see...

I can’t go on without you love
There’s no song without your love...
There ain’t no reason, there ain’t no rhyme
Without your love
I’ll go out of my mind...

You make me dance
You make me sing
When I’m with you
I can do anything...
When I’m cold
You keep me warm.
And give me shelter
From the howling storm...

There ain’t no reason, there ain’t no rhyme
Without your love
I’ll go out of my mind...

Can’t go on without your love
There’s no song without your love...

Fiddle Around
Composer(s): Larry Kusik; Clint Ballard Jr.
Performer(s): Jan & Dean



Wo wo wo fiddle around, fiddle around 
They would fiddle around and around
all over the town 

Do you remember Judy? 
Her eyes were big and blue 
Her kisses were so tender and warm 
But her heart was so untrue 
She used to fiddle around, fiddle around 
She would fiddle around and around all over the town 

Susie, she'd be faithful 
Kathy gave me her heart 
But they would start a-cheatin' on me 
Each time we were apart 
Oh they would fiddle around, fiddle around 
They would fiddle around and around all over the town 

Well, I've had lots of girlfriends 
When all is said and done 
Baby, you're the only girl for me 
'Cause you're the only one 
Who doesn't fiddle around, fiddle around 
You don't fiddle around and around all over the town 
You don't fiddle around and around all over the town

The Boy From New York City
Composer(s): George Davis - John Taylor
First release by: The Ad Libs - 1964
Covered by multiple other artists



Oo-wah Oo-wah cool cool Kitty
Tell us about the boy from New York City
Oo-wah Oo-wah C'mon Kitty
Tell us about the boy from New York City

He's kinda tall, he's really fine
Someday I hope to make him mine all mine
And he's neat, and oh so sweet
And just the way he looked at me swept me off my feet
Oo-oo-weee, you ought to come and see
How he walks, and how he talks

He's really down, and he's no clown
He has the finest penthouse I've ever seen in town
And he's cute, in his mohair suit
And he keeps his pockets full of spending loot
Oo-oo-wee, you ought to come and see
His pretty bar, and his brand new car

Every time he says he loves me
Chills run down my spine
Every time he wants to kiss me
Oo, he makes me feel so fi-i-ine
(Oo-wah oo-wah...)

He can dance, and make romance
And that's when I fell in love with just one glance
He was shy, and so was I
And now I know we'll never ever say goodbye
Oo-oo-wee, you ought to come and see
He's the most, from coast to coast

Can't Get Used To Losing You
Composer(s): Doc Pomus - Mort Shuman
First release by: Andy Williams - 1963
Covered by multiple other artists



Guess there's no use in hangin' 'round
Guess I'll get dressed and do the town
I'll find some crowded avenue
Though it will be empty without you

Can't get used to losin' you no matter what I try to do
Gonna live my whole life through-loving you

Called up some girl I used to know
After I heard her say "Hello"
Couldn't think of anything to say
Since you're gone it happens every day

Can't get used to losin' you no matter what I try to do
Gonna live my whole life through-loving you 

I'll find somebody, wait and see
Who am I kiddin', only me
'cause no one else could take your place
Guess that I am just a helpless case

Can't get used to losin' you no matter what I try to do
Gonna live my whole life through-loving you

I can't get used to losin' you no matter what I try to do
Gonna live my whole life through-loving you

Fica
Performer(s): Chico Buarque



Dia que eu não sou de respeito
Diz que não dá jeito
De jeito nenhum
Diz que eu sou subversivo
Um elemento ativo
Feroz e nocivo
Ao bem-estar comum

Fale do nosso barraco
Diga que é um buraco
Que nem queiram ver
Diga que o meu samba é fraco
E que eu não largo o taco
Nem pra conversar com você
Mas fica
Mas fica ao lado meu
Você sai e não explica
Onde vai e a gente fica
Sem saber se vai voltar

Diga ao primeiro que passa
Que eu sou da cachaça
Mais do que do amor
Diga e diga de pirraça
De raiva ou de graça
No meio da praça, é favor
Mas fica
Mas fica ao lado meu
Você sai e não explica
Onde vai e a gente fica
Sem saber se vai voltar

Diz que eu ganho até folgado
Mas perco no dado
E não lhe dou vintém
Diz que é pra tomar cuidado
Sou um desajustado
E o que bem lhe agrada, meu bem
Mas fica
Mas fica, meu amor
Quem sabe um dia
Por descuido ou poesia 
Você goste de ficar

The Boxer
((Spanish Version: El Boxeador (Laredo) - 1978))
Composer(s): Paul Simon
First release by: Simon and Garfunkel - 1969
Covered by multiple other artists



I am just a poor boy
Though my story's seldom told
I have squandered my resistance
For a pocket full of mumbles 
Such are promises
All lies and jests
Still a man hears what he wants to hear
And disregards the rest

When I left my home
And my family
I was no more than a boy
In the company of strangers
In the quiet of the railway station
Running scared
Laying low
Seeking out the poorer quarters
Where the ragged people go
Looking for the places
Only they would know

Lie la lie...

Asking only workman's wages
I come looking for a job
But I get no offers
Just a come-on from the whores
On Seventh Avenue
I do declare
There were times when I was so lonesome
I took some comfort there

Lie la lie...

Then I'm laying out my winter clothes
And wishing I was gone
Going home
Where the New York City winters
Aren't bleeding me
Leading me
Going home

In the clearing stands a boxer
And a fighter by his trade
And he carries the reminders
Of ev'ry glove that laid him down
And cut him till he cried out
In his anger and his shame
"I am leaving, I am leaving"
But the fighter still remains
Lie la lie...

Can't Get Out Of This Mood
Composer(s): Frank Loesser - Jimmy McHugh
Performer(s): Ginny Simms
and multiple other artists



All day long before my eyes come little visions of you
They shouldn't, they mustn't, but they do, they do

And I can't get out of this mood, can't get over this feeling
Can't get out of this mood, last night your lips were too appealing
The thrill should have been all gone by today in the usual way
But it's only your arms I'm out of

Can't get out of this dream, what a fool I was to dream of you
'twasn't part of my scheme to sigh and tell you that I love you
But I'm sayin' it, I'm playin' it dumb
Can't get out of this mood, heartbreak, here I come

All day long before my eyes come little visions of you
They shouldn't, they mustn't, but they do, they do

The thrill should have been all gone by today in the usual way
But it's only your arms I'm out of

Can't get out of this dream, what a fool I was to dream of you
'twasn't part of my scheme to sigh and tell you that I love you
But I'm sayin' it, yes, I'm playin' it dumb
Can't get out of this mood, heartbreak, here I come

This mood, can't get out of this mood, can't get out of this mood

Fibbin'
Composer(s): Michael Merlo; Patrick Welch
Performer(s): Patti Page; Petula Clark



Honey you've been fibbin'
Tellin' me such lies
Know that you've been givin'
Ev'ry guy the eye

Honey you've been foolin'
From the very start
Think of what you're doin'
To my achin' heart

Don'tcha know I'm sighin'?
Don'tcha know I'm crying'?
Don'tcha know I'm tryin'?
To believe yuh?

Oo, Oo, Oo
Honey I'm just livin'
For a love that's true
When you stop you fibbin'
I'll come back to you

Honey you've been fibbin'
Tellin' me such lies...(etc.)

El Boxeador
((Adapted from: The Boxer (Simon and Garfunkel) - 1969))
Composer(s): Paul Simon - Miguel Bosé
Performer(s): Laredo - 1978



Soy un pobre diablo
y de mi nada sabréis
Malgasté todas mis fuerzas
en montones de promesas
que eran burlas, ni una verdad
Pero un hombre sólo escucha
lo que quiere escuchar

na na naa, nana na nana na

Y dejé familia y casa
era apenas un chaval
Para mí todo era extraño
en la paz de una estación
perdido y asustado

Espiar
frecuentar los barrios bajos
su miseria y suciedad
entre vagabundos prefería estar

Lai la lai, lai la lai la la la lai
lai la lai, lai la lai lai la lai
lai la la la la lai

Voy buscando algún trabajo
pido paga sindical
pero no hay ofertas
sólo una proposición de prostitutas
He de admitir
que hubo veces sólo y triste
que encontré consuelo allí...

na na naa, nana na nana na

Lai la lai, lai la lai la la la lai
lai la lai, lai la lai lai la lai
lai la la la la lai

Preparando el nuevo invierno
pienso en casa y en volver
Vuelta atrás
Donde el viento de ciudad
no me desangre más

Vuelta a casa, otra vez
en el Rin un boxeador
un luchador de profesión
Lleva huellas en la cara
del guante que le pegó
y que le cortó hasta que gritara

De vergüenza y de rabia
yo me marcho, yo me marcho
Pega duro y no se va hmm...

Lai la lai, lai la lai la la la lai
lai la lai, lai la lai lai la lai
lai la la la la lai

Can't Get My Motor To Start
Composer(s): Carla Bley - Neil Rosengarden
Performer(s): Nick Mason; Judi Silvano; Neil Rosengarden



Can't get my motor to start 
Can't get my motor to start 
Can't get my motor to start 
Can't get my motor to start 
Can't you get it to go? 
Is your battery low? 
No, I don't think so 

Try pullin' out on the choke 
Try lookin' under the hood 
Try pullin' out on the choke 
Try lookin' under the hood 
Lookin' under the hood 
never did any good 
The choke must be broke 

Try beatin' down with your feet 
Looks like she's startin' to crank 
Let's pour the gasoline out 
Try puttin' beer in the tank 
Bring the beer over here 
'cause I need it to steer 

Try pullin' out all the wires 
Try stuffin' cheese in the cracks 
Try dynamitin' the tank 
Smash all the glass with an ax 
Do you have any grease? 
Pour it over the seats 

What did you do to my car? 
What did you do to my car? 
What did you do to my car? 
What did you do to my car? 
Well we took it apart 
But we can't make it start 

We wanna go for a ride 
Let's push it over the hill 
We wanna go for a ride 
Let's push it over the hill 
Better not get inside 
'cause she's startin' to slide

Fever
Composer(s): John Davenport; Eddie Cooley
Performer(s): Elvis Presley;
and various other artists



Never know how much I love you
Never know how much I care
When you put your arms around me
I get a fever that’s so hard to bear

You give me fever when you kiss me
Fever when you hold me tight
Fever in the morning
Fever all through the night

Ev’rybody’s got the fever
that is something you all know
Fever isn’t such a new thing
Fever started long ago

Sun lights up the daytime
Moon lights up the night
I light up when you call my name
And you know I’m gonna treat you right

You give me fever when you kiss me
Fever when you hold me tight
Fever in the morning
Fever all through the night

Romeo loved Juliet
Juliet she felt the same
When he put his arms around her
He said, Julie baby, you’re my flame

Thou givest fever when we kisseth
Fever with thy flaming youth
Fever, I’m afire
Fever, yea I burn forsooth

Captain Smith and Pocahontas
Had a very mad affair
When her daddy tried to kill him
She said Daddy-o don’t you dare

He gives me fever with his kisses
Fever when he holds me tight
Fever, I’m his Missus,
Oh daddy, won’t you treat him right

Now you’ve listened to my story
Here’s the point that I have made
Cats were born to give chicks fever
Be it Fahrenheit or centigrade

They give you fever when you kiss them
Fever if you live and learn
Fever till you sizzle
What a lovely way to burn
What a lovely way to burn
What a lovely way to burn

The Bowery
Composer(s): Percy Gaunt - Charles H. Hoyt
Performer(s): Mantovani; Richard Perry



Oh! The night that I struck New York
I went out for a quiet walk
Folks who are "on to" the city say
Better by far that I took Broadway
But I was out to enjoy the sights
There was the Bow'ry ablaze with lights
I had one of the devil's own nights
I'll never go there any more

The Bowery! the Bowery!
They say such things and they do strange things
On the Bowery! The Bowery!
I'll never go there any more

I had walked but a block or two
When up came a fellow and me he knew
Then a policeman came walking by
Chased him away and I asked him, "Why?"
"Wasn't he pulling your leg?" said he
Said I, "He never laid hands on me!"
"Get off the Bow'ry, you yep!" said he
I'll never go there any more

The Bowery! the Bowery!
They say such things and they do strange things
On the Bowery! The Bowery!
I'll never go there any more

I went into an auction store
I never saw any thieves before
First he sold me a pair of socks
Then said he, "How much for the box"?
Someone said,"two dollars," I said "Three"
He emptied the box and gave it to me
"I sold you the box, not the socks," said he
I'll never go there any more

The Bowery! the Bowery!
They say such things and they do strange things
On the Bowery! The Bowery!
I'll never go there any more

I went into a concert hall
I didn't have a good time at all
Just the minute that I sat down
Girls began singing "New Coon in Town"
I got up mad and spoke out free
"Somebody put that man out," said she
A man called a bouncer attended to me
I'll never go there anymore

The Bowery! the Bowery!
They say such things and they do strange things
On the Bowery! The Bowery!
I'll never go there any more

I went into a barber shop
He talked till I thought he would never stop
I said, "Cut it short," he misunderstood
Clipped down my hair just as close as he could
He shaved with a razor that scratched like a pin
Took off my whiskers and most of my chin
That was the worst scrape I ever got in
I'll never go there any more

The Bowery! the Bowery!
They say such things and they do strange things
On the Bowery! The Bowery!
I'll never go there any more

I struck a place that they called a "dive"
I was in luck to get out alive
When the policeman heard my woes
Saw my black eyes and my battered nose
"You've been held up!" said the copper fly!
"No, sir! But I've been knocked down!" said I
Then he laughed, tho' I couldn't see why!
I'll never go there any more

The Bowery! the Bowery!
They say such things and they do strange things
On the Bowery! The Bowery!
I'll never go there any more

Ik Krijg Je Maar Niet Uit Mijn Hoofd
((Adapted from: Can't Get It Out Of My Head (by Electric Light Orchestra) - 1974))
((Italian Version: Come Un Ponte Sull'acqua Che Va (by Patti Pravo) - 1975))
Composer(s): Jeff Lynne - Dirk Blanchart
Performer(s): Dirk Blanchart - 1998



Schreeuwen van de daken
Het lijkt wel onder water
Had ik je maar nooit gekend
Alle blikken afgewend

Want ik krijg je maar niet uit mijn hoofd
Nee, ik krijg je maar niet uit mijn hoofd
Je hebt mij van mijn zinnen beroofd
En ik krijg je maar niet uit mijn hoofd

't Regent alle dagen
In mijn woestijn zonder water
Drank vloeit er in overvloed
Niet dat het er veel toe doet

Want ik krijg je maar niet uit mijn hoofd
Nee, ik krijg je maar niet uit mijn hoofd
Veel te veel in van alles geloofd
En ik krijg je maar niet uit mijn hoofd
Nee nee nee

Alles op zijn kop, zelfs de snelheid
Van het licht verandert
Alles op zijn tijd
Alles op zijn tijd

Had ik je maar nooit gekend
Was ik maar in Dixieland

Want ik krijg je maar niet uit mijn hoofd
Ik krijg je maar niet uit mijn hoofd
Je hebt mij van mijn zinnen beroofd
En ik krijg je maar niet uit mijn hoofd

Nee ik krijg je maar niet uit mijn hoofd
(Uit mijn lijf, uit mijn ziel
Jij bent veel te veel promille
Voor een vent die naar de sterren staart)
Veel te veel in van alles geloofd
En ik krijg je maar niet uit mijn hoofd
Oh nee

Alles op zijn kop en alles op zijn tijd