The Grand Tour
Composer(s): George Richey - Carmol Taylor - Norro Wilson
First release by: George Jones - 1974
Covered by multiple other artists



Step right up, come on in
if you'd like to take the grand tour
of the lonely house that once was home sweet home

I have nothing here to sell you
just some things that I will tell you
some things I know will chill you to the bone 

Over there, sits the chair
where she'd bring the paper to me 
and sit down on my knee and whisper, "Oh I love you" 

But now she's gone forever
and this old house will never be the same
without the love which we once knew 

Straight ahead, that's the bed 
where we lay in love together
and lord knows we had a good thing goin' here 

See her picture on the table
don't it look like she'd be able
just to touch me and say, "Good mornin' dear" 

There's her rings, all her things
and her clothes are in the closet
like she left them when she tore my world apart 

As you'll leave you'll see the nursery
Lord she left me without mercy
taking nothing, but our baby and my heart

Step right up
Come on in... 

Cercami
Composer(s): Gianluca Podio - Renato Zero
First release by: Renato Zero - 1998
Covered by multiple other artists


Cercami, come e quando e dove vuoi
cercami, è più facile che mai
cercami, non soltanto nel bisogno
tu cercami, con la volontà e l'impegno, rinventami
Se mi vuoi allora cercami di più
tornerò solo se ritorni tu
sono stato invadente, eccessivo lo so
il pagliaccio di sempre, anche quello era amore però
Questa vita ci ha puniti già
troppe quelle verità che ci son rimaste dentro
Oggi che fatica che si fa
come è finta l'allegria, quanto amaro disincanto
Io sono qui, insultami feriscimi
sono così, tu prendimi o cancellami
adesso sì tu mi dirai che uomo mai ti aspetti
io mi berrò l'insicurezza che mi dai
l'anima mai farò tacere pure lei
se mai vivrò di questa clandestinità
per sempre

Fidati, che hanno un peso gli anni miei
fidati, e sorprese non ne avrai
sono quello che vedi io pretese non ho
se davvero mi credi di cercarmi non smettere no
Questa vita ci ha puniti già
l'insoddisfazione qua c'ha raggiunti facilmente
così poco abili anche noi a non dubitare mai
di una libertà indecente
Io sono qui ti seguirò ti basterò
non resterò una riserva questo no
dopo di che quale altra alternativa può salvarci
Io resto qui mettendo a rischio i giorni miei
scomodo sì perché non so tacere mai
adesso sai senza un movente non vivrei
comunque
Cercami, cercami, non smettere

Forget Me Not
Composer(s): Herbie Kalin; Harold Kalin
Performer(s): The Kalin Twins



Forget the fellows that you knew before
You ain't a gonna see them anymore
Forget the trip that you were gonna take
Forget it all, but for goodness sake
Forget me not
Forget me not
You're all I got
Forget me not

Forget the dating ev'ry Friday night
I ain't a gonna let you out of sight
I'm going out and buy a wedding ring
So you can start forgetting ev'ry thing
Forget me not
Forget me not
You're all I got
Forget me not

Forget the fellows at the candy store
'Cause you ain't a gonna see them anymore
Forget the talking on the telephone
Tell your ma to tell them you're not home
Forget me not
Forget me not
You're all I got
Forget me not

Forget the way you roll them big blue eyes
At all those big and handsome foot-ball guys
Forget the meeting all the gang at three
From now on you're walking home with me
Forget me not
Forget me not
You're all I got
Forget me not

The Grand Old Duke Of York
(Traditional)



Oh! The grand old Duke of York
He had ten thousand men
He marched them up to the top of the hill
And he marched them down again

And when they were up they were up
And when they were down they were down
And when they were only half way up
They were neither up nor down

Oh! The grand old Duke of York
He had ten thousand men
They banged their drums as they went up the hill
And they banged them down again

And when they were up they were up
And when they were down they were down
And when they were only half way up
They were neither up nor down

Oh! The grand old Duke of York
He had ten thousand men
They tootled their flutes as they marched up the hill
And they tootled them down again

And when they were up they were up
And when they were down they were down
And when they were only half way up
They were neither up nor down

Cercami
Composer(s): Enzo Gragnaniello
Performer(s): Adriano Celentano



Cercami se puoi
sto perdendomi, sto perdendoti
amami se puoi
sto sciogliendomi, sto sciogliendoti

Io non cerco il seno
quello ha già confuso il cuore e la tua anima

io non chiedo al tempo
che mi invecchia e mi tormenta
di fermarsi un più

Un giorno vivranno nel mondo
senza di noi
un giorno vivranno nel mondo
senza di noi

E poi amandoci resteremo li
dentro l'anima

Animandoci ballerà con noi
anche l'aria

Io non cerco il seno
quello ha già confuso il cuore e la tua anima
e non chiedo al tempo che mi invecchia
e mi tormenta, di fermarsi un po'

Un giorno vivranno nel mondo
senza di noi
Un giorno vivranno nel mondo
senza di noi

E poi amandoci resteremo lì
dentro l'anima
Animandoci ballerà con noi
anche l'aria

Forget Me Not
Composer(s): Les Van Dyke
Performer(s): Eden Kane



I've been cryin' my heart out
Do you love me or do you love me not
If you keep tryin', you'll hear me sighin'
Forg-e-e-et me not

I've been wearin' my mind out
To have you close I'd give all that I've got
The love we tasted, has it been wasted
Forg-e-e-et me not

Ain't I just a lucky guy
Forget me not, forget me not
Woh, I'd lay me down to die
If love is one big lie

There's no need to remind me
Love's afire when the kisses grow hot
So take this ember, then you'll remember
Forg-e-e-et me not

Well, ain't I just a lucky guy
Forget me not, forget me not
Woh, I'd lay me down to die
If love is one big lie

There's no need to remind me
Love's afire when the kisses grow hot
So take this ember, then you'll remember
Forg-e-e-et me not

Forg-e-e-et me not

Forg-e-e-et me not

The Grand Illusion
Composer(s): Dennis DeYoung
Performer(s): Styx



Welcome to the Grand illusion
Come on in and see what's happening
Pay the price, get your tickets for the show
The stage is set, the band starts playing
Suddenly your heart is pounding
Wishing secretly you were a star

But don't be fooled by the radio
The TV or the magazines
They show you photographs of how your life should be
But they're just someone else's fantasy
So if you think your life is complete confusion
Because you never win the game
Just remember that it's a Grand illusion
And deep inside we're all the same
We're all the same...

So if you think your life is complete confusion
Because your neighbors got it made
Just remember that it's a Grand illusion
And deep inside we're all the same
We're all the same...

America spells competition, join us in our blind ambition
Get yourself a brand new motor car
Someday soon we'll stop to ponder what on Earth's this spell we're under
We made the grade and still we wonder who the hell we are

C'era Un Ragazzo Che Come Me Amava I Beatles E I Rolling Stones
((Portuguese Version: Era Um Garoto Que Como Eu Amava Os Beatles E Os Rolling Stones (Os Incríveis) - 1967))
Composer(s): Mauro Lusini - Francesci Migliacci
First release by: Gianni Morandi - 1966
Covered by multiple other artists



C'era un ragazzo
che come me amava i Beatles
e i Rolling Stones
girava il mondo, veniva da
gli Stati Uniti d'America
Non era bello
ma accanto a sé aveva mille donne se
cantava «Help» e «Ticket to ride»
o «Lady Jane» o «Yesterday»
Cantava «Viva la libertà» ma
ricevette una lettera
la sua chitarra mi regalò
fu richiamato in America
Stop! coi Rolling Stones!
Stop! coi Beatles 
Stop!
Gli han detto vai nel Vietnam
e spara ai Vietcong...
Ta ta ta ta ta...
C'era un ragazzo
che come me amava i Beatles
e i Rolling Stones
girava il mondo, ma poi finì
a far la guerra nel Vietnam
Capelli lunghi non porta più
non suona la chitarra ma
uno strumento che sempre dà
la stessa nota ratatata
Non ha più amici, non ha più fans
vede la gente cadere giù
nel suo paese non tornerà
adesso è morto nel Vietnam
Stop! coi Rolling Stones!
Stop! coi Beatles 
Stop!
Nel petto un cuore più non ha
ma due medaglie o tre...
Ta ta ta ta ta...

Forget Me Never
Composer(s): Fred Wise; Ben Weisman
Performer(s): Elvis Presley



If I should go, forget me never
Please say that you'll remember me
I pray the dreams we share together
Will shine on in your memory

Each time a star falls out of heaven
It leaves the sky a deeper blue
So if we part, forget me never
And don't forget my love for you
And don't forget my love for you

The Grand Hotel
(Traditional)
Performer(s): Mad Pudding



There's a place in Vancouver you all know so well
It's a place where they keep rot-gut whiskey to sell
They also keep boarders and keep them like hell
And the name of the place is the Grand Hotel

In the Grand Hotel when the loggers come in
It's amusing to see the proprietor grin
He knows they've got money, he'll soon have it all
"Come on, boys, have a drink!" you will hear Tommy call

Oh, the bartender laughs as the money rolls in
They drink beer and whiskey, champagne, rum and gin
Till they all get so boozy they can't drink no more
And the loggers lay scattered all over the floor

"Four bits for your bed, though you slept on the floor
And the breakfast you missed, that will be four bits more
And a four dollar meal ticket good at the bar
And a pass back to camp on the old Cassiar"

There's a place in Vancouver you all know so well
It's a place where they keep rot-gut whiskey to sell
They also keep boarders and keep them like hell
And the name of the place is the Grand Hotel

Central Park Arrest
Composer(s): Lynsey De Paul
First release by: Thunderthighs - 1974



I was walking through the park
Looking for strangers
There was something in the dark
Doo, doo-doo-doo, doo, doo, doo-doo
Then I jumped back in a fright
Was there a danger?
I knew something wasn't right
Doo, doo-doo-doo, doo, doo, doo-doo
Doo, doo-doo-doo, doo, doo, doo-doo

Come out, I know that you're there
I have a gun, so you'd better beware

Stop, in the name of the law
If you want, you have the right to protest
Stop, in the name of the law
But this is the Central Park Arrest

Didn't know what I should do
She was on patrol
Was there one or was there two
Doo, doo-doo-doo, doo, doo, doo-doo
I felt something coming near
Losing her control
Then I shot out in the air
Doo, doo-doo-doo, doo, doo, doo-doo
Doo, doo-doo-doo, doo, doo, doo-doo

Come out, I know that you're there
I have a gun, so you'd better beware

Stop, in the name of the law
If you want, you have the right to protest
Stop, in the name of the law
But this is the Central Park Arrest

Forget Him
Composer(s): Tony Hatch
Performer(s): Bobby Rydell;
and various other artists



(Forget him, Forget him)

Forget him, if he doesn't love you
Forget him, if he doesn't care
Don't let him tell you that he wants you
'Cause he can't give you love which isn't there

Oh, little girl, he's never dreaming of you
He'll break your heart, you wait and see
So don't you cry now, just tell him goodbye now
Forget him and please come home to me

(Forget him, if he doesn't love you)
(Forget him, if he doesn't care)
Don't let him tell you that he wants you
'Cause he can't give you love which isn't there

Oh, little girl, he's never dreaming of you
He'll break your heart, you wait and see
So don't you cry now, just tell him goodbye now
Forget him and please come home to me

No, don't you cry now
Better tell him, goodbye now
Forget him, and please come home to me

The Grammy
Composer(s): Carl Wilson - Myrna Smith
Performer(s): Carl Wilson



You invite me to pick up my award
After all the time I've been out here
My music is still the same
Why is it just now getting there?
Wonder why this one got such play?
Wonder why all the fuss is made?
Now the turntables goin' 'round and 'round

Who's the judge of this anyway?
My music said what I had to say
Who decides if it's wrong or right?
The authority with such insite?
Wonder why this one got such play?
Wonder why all the fuss is made?
Now the turntables goin' 'round and 'round

We thought you wanted to be a star
You worked so hard to get this far
You played all the small time scenes
We just wanted to fulfill your dreams
You won a grammy, you won a grammy
You won a grammy, you won a grammy

Don't think I want to be bothered at all
Maybe I'll just give them a call
I won't go through pomp and circumstance
Anyway, my music isn't fancy
You invite me to share my fame
I've decided not to play your game
Now the turntables goin' 'round and 'round

We thought you wanted to be a star

Patsy
Composer(s): Barry Mann; Jack Bulterman; Larry Kolber
Performer(s): Rein De Vries



Vlak bij de haven staan heel oude huizen
Somber en donker, bouwvallig en koud
Daar woont een meisje, ze noemen haar Patsy
Zij is het meisje dat veel van me houdt

Kaal en versleten zijn Patsy haar kleren
Ondanks die kleren hoort Patsy bij mij
Thuis wil geen mens van m'n meisje iets weten
Toch gaat m'n liefde voor haar nooit voorbij

Patsy, 'k hoor toch bij jou
Nooit wil 'k een ander als vrouw
Ook al woon je in 'n krot
Met de huisdeur kapot
Je weet toch hoeveel 'k van je hou

Iedere nacht lig ik rust'loos te dromen
'k Zie hoe je wacht in die sombere straat
Denkend dat ik niet meer bij je zal komen
Maar als ik kom is 't misschien al te laat

Laatst vroeg een buurman heel zachtjes aan vader
"Ken jij die Patsy, ze kwam wel eens hier
't Meisje is droef aan haar einde gekomen
Gisteren vond men haar in de rivier"

Patsy, 'k hoor toch bij jou
Nooit wil 'k een ander als vrouw
M'n geluk is voorbij
Jij bent niet meer bij mij
Patsy, straks kom ik bij jou

Forget Domani
Composer(s): Norman Newell; Riz Ortolani
Performer(s): Frank Sinatra;
and various other artists



Let's forget about tomorrow
Let's forget about tomorrow
Let's forget about tomorrow for tomorrow never comes

Domani, forget domani
Let's live for now and anyhow who needs domani?
The moonlight, let's share the moonlight
Perhaps together we will never be again

Ah, che luna, oh, che mare
With such a moon and such a sea and you and me
I get so dizzy when you're standing near
It's not the music that you hear
My heart is beating like a jungle drum
Let's take the minutes as they speed away
And hope it's true what people say
"When you're in love, tomorrow never comes"

Let's forget about tomorrow
Let's forget about tomorrow
Let's forget about tomorrow for tomorrow never comes
Let's forget about tomorrow
Let's forget about tomorrow
Let's forget about tomorrow for tomorrow never comes
Domani,* madonne *, domani!
With such a moon and such a sea and you and me
Let's take the minutes as they speed away
And hope it's true what people say
"When you're in love tomorrow never comes"

Let's forget about tomorrow
Let's forget about tomorrow
Let's forget about tomorrow for tomorrow never comes
Oh, let's forget about tomorrow
Let's forget about tomorrow
Let's forget about tomorrow for tomorrow never comes
Oh, let's forget about tomorrow

The Gospel Of No Name City
Composer(s): Alan Jay Lerner - André Previn
Performer(s): Alan Dexter



You wanna see sin of the wickedest kind?
Here it is!
You wanna see virtue left behind?
Here it is!
Sodom was vice
And visa-versa
You wanna say where the vice is worser?
Here it is!
I mean, here it is!

You wanna live life in the rottenest city?
Here it is!
Women and whiskey, night and day?
Here it is!
You wanna embrace the golden calf?
Ankle, and thigh, and upper half?
Here it is!
I mean, here it is!

No name city
No name city
The Lord don't like it here

No name city
No name city
Your reckoning day is near

No name city
No name city
Here's what he's gonna do

God love this town
And swallow it down
And goodbye to you

Will you go to heaven?
Will you go to hell?
Either repent, or fare thee well

God will take care of no name city
Comes the end, and it won't be pretty
Here it is!
I mean, here it is!

Here it is!
I mean, here it is!

Here it is!
I mean, here it is!
Amen!

Mei Alde Is' Im Playboy Drin
((Adapted from: Centerfold (The J. Geils Band) - 1981))
Composer(s): Seth Justman
Performer(s): J.B.O.



Es ist wahr, ich schwör' es euch - glaubt mir, ich hab's erlebt
Sie war ja so ein Engel, ich war ja so verliebt
Eines Tages schaute ich - ich bin ja nur ein Mann 
Eins von diesen schönen, bunten Busenheftchen an
Ich schlug auch gleich die Mittelseite auf, um mich anzuregen
Da schaut mir doch ich werd' verrückt - mein Engel nackt entgegen

Ich glaub' ich spinn'!
Verraten und verkauft ich bin!
Mei Alde is' im Playboy drin!

Sie war so rein und anständig und quatschte von Moral
Sie einmal ins Bett zu kriegen, das war die reinst Qual
Und wenn sie dann doch einmal in meinen Armen lag
Dann herrschte immer Dunkelheit, ja selbst am hellen Tag
Und jetzt - was ist? - da zeigt sie ihre nackten Titten
Im Playboy, jeder kann es seh'n, auf der Seid'n in der Midd'n

Nah nah nanananah
nananananananananananananah...

Rache! - schwör' ich und sag' mir: Was die kann, kann ich auch!
Ich hol' mir jetzt 'ne Polaroid und knipse meinen Bauch (und mehr!)
Im Hause ist zu wenig Licht, drum geht's in die Natur
Der Schniedel glänzt im Sonnenlicht - es fehlt das Puder nur
Ist egal, ich will ja nur meine Freundin schocken
Doch zwei Wochen später, da haut's mich von den Socken

Ich glaub' ich spinn'!
Verraten und verkauft ich bin!
Der Veit is' jetzt im Playgirl drin!
Ich bin jetzt im Playgirl drin!
Nah nah nanananah
nananananananananananananah...

Forget About You
Composer(s): Andy McMaster
Performer(s): Motors; Leif Garrett



I've been walking along for a million places
Places where we used to be
I've been driving all night in the fog and rain
Hoping just to see your face

All of your friends they just tell me
You've gone and you wanna be free
Now I'm left with those memories 
Forever more

And baby baby baby I just can't 

Forget about you
Now that we're through
How can I go on 
But baby I just can't

Forget about you
Now that we're through
All my dreams are gone
But baby I'm still thinkin' of you

I've been leaning on you, holdin' you down
Spending all your time about me
When you needed my love I was fooling around 
Leaving you to face the shame

If ever you feel you need me
I'll come runnin' right back to your side
And I'll know in a wink of the longing I caused

And baby baby baby I just can't 

Forget about you
Now that we're through
How can I go on 
But baby I just can't

Forget about you
Now that we're through
All my dreams are gone
But baby I just can't

Repeat to end …

The Golden Rule
Composer(s): Gilbert O'Sullivan
Performer(s): Gilbert O'Sullivan



I wouldn't be glad wouldn't be sad
I wouldn't be good if I knew what I could
And I hate to go
But I must you know
Duty calls
Niagara Falls
See it go down
As it falls on the ground
And gets up again
At the count of ten
I would like everyone here to repeat after me
Something of which I know nothing about
Namely that which I will tell you
(That which I will tell you)
I'm going to school breaking a rule
I'm going around in a pitiful frown
'Cause I didn't pass (came)
Bottom of the class (Oh! what a shame)
Teacher was mad
So was me dad
Took off his belt
And without any help
Really hit me hard
Where I'd stuck a card
Thick I may be but a fool I am certainly not
Always remember the golden rule
When in no doubt get a car out
And while you're there how about...
Fetching me one of those pneumatic drills
Boy! I really love the sound that they make
So good for the pains and aches of life in general
Don't be such a miser
At the most a fiver is all you pay
Many's the time
I have wondered about what it is
I want you all to repeat after me
Something I know you know I know
Something I know you know I know 
I wouldn't behold wouldn't be cold
I wouldn't be here if it wasn't for my
Dear old mum and dad
And the fun they had
Early one night
Dad put out the light
Got hold of me mum
Said he wanted a son
And as you can see
The result was me
Somebody told me once money does not grow on trees
Well if that's true then how do you explain
Apples oranges and lemons
Not forgetting melons

Centerfold
((German Version: Mei Alde Is' Im Playboy Drin (J.B.O.))
Composer(s): Seth Justman
First release by: The J. Geils Band - 1981
Covered by multiple other artists



Does she walk? Does she talk?
Does she come complete?
My homeroom homeroom angel
Always pulled me from my seat

She was pure like snowflakes
No one could ever stain
The memory of my angel
Could never cause me pain

Years go by I'm lookin' through a girly magazine
And there's my homeroom angel on the pages in-between

My blood runs cold
My memory has just been sold
My angel is the centerfold
Angel is the centerfold
Angel is the centerfold

Slipped me notes under the desk
While I was thinkin' about her dress
I was shy I turned away
Before she caught my eye

I was shakin' in my shoes
Whenever she flashed those baby-blues
Something had a hold on me
When angel passed close by

Those soft and fuzzy sweaters
Too magical to touch
Too see her in that negligee
Is really just too much

My blood runs cold
My memory has just been sold
My angel is the centerfold
Angel is the centerfold
Angel is the centerfold

It's okay I understand
This ain't no never-never land
I hope that when this issue's gone
I'll see you when your clothes are on

Take you car, Yes we will
We'll take your car and drive it
We'll take it to a motel room
And take 'em off in private

A part of me has just been ripped
The pages from my mind are stripped
Oh no, I can't deny it
Oh yea, I guess I gotta buy it!