Mermaid
Composer(s): Shel Silverstein - Jim Friedman
First release by: Shel Silverstein - 1965



When I was a lad in a fishing town, an old man said to me
You can spend your life, your jolly life, just sailing on the sea
You can search the world for pretty girls, till your eyes are weak and dim
But don't go swimming with a mermaid, son, if you don't know how to swim

'Cause her hair is green as seaweed 
And her skin is blue and pale
And I'll tell you now before you start
You can love that girl with all your heart
But you're just gonna love the upper part
You're not gonna like the tail

So I signed on with a whaling ship, and my very first day at sea
I seen a mermaid in the waves a reaching out to me
Come live with me in the sea said she, and down on the ocean floor
I'll show you a million wondrous things, you've never seen before

So over I jumped and she pulled me down, down to her seaweed bed
And a pillow made of tortoise shell she placed beneath my head
She fed me shrimps and caviar, upon a silver dish
From her head to her waist she was just my taste, but the rest of her was a fish

Her hair was green as seaweed 
And her skin was blue and pale
And her face it was a work of art
And I loved that girl with all my heart
But I only liked the upper part
I did not like the tail

And then one day she swam away, and I sang to the clams and whales
How I missed her fins and her seaweed hair, and the silvery shine of her scales
But then her sister, she swam by and set my heart a whirl
'Cause her upper part was an ugly fish, but the bottom part was a girl

Her toes are pink and rosy 
And her knees are smooth and pale 
And her legs they are a working part
And I love that girl with all my heart
And I don't give a damn about the upper part
And that's how I end my tail

Children Of The Revolution
Composer(s): Marc Bolan
First release by: T. Rex - 1972
Covered by multiple other artists



La de da
La de da de da da da
Well you can bump and grind
If it's good for your mind
Well you can twist and shout
Let it all hang out
But you won't fool the
Children of the revolution
No you won't fool the
Children of the revolution
No no
Well you can tear a plane
In the falling rain
I drive a Rolls Royce
'Cause it's good for my voice
But you won't fool the
Children of the revolution
No you won't fool the
Children of the revolution
No no
La de da
La de da de da da da
La de da
La de da de da de da da da
La de da
La de da de da da da
La de da
La de da
You won't fool the
Children of the revolution
No you won't fool the
Children of the revolution
No you won't fool the
Children of the revolution
No you won't fool
No no
You won't fool the children
No no you can tie
The photographic tight
You won't make it
Oh la de da
La de da
La de da de da da da
La de da
La de da de da de da da

Rebel Rebel
Composer(s): David Bowie
Performer(s): David Bowie;
and various other artists



You've got your mother in a whirl 
She's not sure if you're a boy or a girl
Hey babe, your hair's alright
Hey babe, let's go out tonight
You like me, and I like it all
We like dancing and we look divine
You love bands when they're playing hard
You want more and you want it fast
They put you down, they say I'm wrong
You tacky thing, you put them on

Chorus:
Rebel Rebel, you've torn your dress
Rebel Rebel, your face is a mess
Rebel Rebel, how could they know?
Hot tramp, I love you so!

Don't ya?

You've got your mother in a whirl 'cause she's
Not sure if you're a boy or a girl
Hey babe, your hair's alright
Hey babe, let's stay out tonight
You like me, and I like it all
We like dancing and we look divine
You love bands when they're playing hard
You want more and you want it fast
They put you down, they say I'm wrong
You tacky thing, you put them on

Chorus

Don't ya?
Oh?

Chorus

You've torn your dress, your face is a mess
You can't get enough, but enough ain't the test
You've got your transmission and your live wire
You got your cue line and a handful of ludes
You wanna be there when they count up the dudes
And I love your dress
You're a juvenile success
Because your face is a mess
So how could they know?
I said, how could they know?

So what you wanna know
Calamity's child, chi-chile, chi-chile
Where'd you wanna go?
What can I do for you? Looks like you've been there too
'Cause you've torn your dress
And your face is a mess
Ooo, your face is a mess
Ooo, ooo, so how could they know?
Eh, eh, how could they know? 
Eh, eh

The Men In My Little Girl's Life
Composer(s): Mary Candy - Eddie Deane - Gloria Shayne
Performer(s): Mike Douglas; Tex Ritter



The men in my little girl's life
The men in my little girl's life

It seems like only yesterday when I heard my little girl say
"Daddy, there's a boy ouside, his name is Rod
He wants to play in our backyard
Can he daddy? Can he daddy? Oh please daddy"

Is it really so long ago she'd come to me and she'd wanna know
"Dad, there's a boy outside, his name is Lee
He wants to carry my books for me
Can he daddy? Is it alright, dad? He's got freckles, dad"

The men in my little girl's life
The men in my little girl's life

Then came pony tails and jeans and my little girl was in her teens
"Popsie, there's a boy outside, his name is Tom
He wants to take me to the prom
OK, popsie? He's cute, popsie
We'll be home early, popsie"

Before I knew it time had flown and how my little girl had grown
Now it was "Father, there's a boy outside, his name is Eddie
He wants to know if we can go steady
Can we, father? Yes, father 
Oh, can we borrow the car, pop?"

Yes it seems only yesterday I heard my lovely daughter say
"Dad, there's a boy outside, his name is Jim
He asked me if I'd marry him 
I said yes, dad
Got something in your eye, dad? I love him, dad"

The men in my little girl's life
The men in my little girl's life

A child, an adolescent, a young lady, a wife
And, oh yes, there's another man in my little girl's life
"Hi dad, there's a boy outside, his name is Tim
I told him Grampa was gonna babysit him
Thanks, dad 
Bless you, dad 
Good night, dad"

The men in my little girl's life
The men in my little girl's life

Children Of The Night
Composer(s): Thom Bell - Linda Creed
First release by: The Stylistics - 1972
Covered by multiple other artists



Late at night
When all the world is safe within their dreams
I walk the shadows
Late at night
An empty feeling creeps within my soul
I feel so lonely

So I go into the darkness of the night
All alone I walk the streets until I find
Someone who is just like me
Looking for some company

Children of the night

Late at night
A restless feeling takes control of me
And I can’t fight it
Late at night
I feel the need for someone who like me
Needs understanding

So once again I’ll search the darkness of the night
All alone I’ll walk each street until I find
Someone who is just like me
Looking for some company, no, yeah, hea

Children of the night

So once again I’ll search the darkness of the night
All alone I’ll walk each street until I find
Someone who is just like me
Looking for some company, no, yeah, hea

Children of the night
Children of the night
Children of the night

Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na
Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na
Na, na, na, na, na, na, na
Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na

Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na
Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na
Na, na, na, na, na, na, na
Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na

Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na

Rebel
Performer(s): Quicksilver Messenger Service



I am a good old Rebel, that's exactly what I am
The open land of freedom, I do not give a damn

We heard a thousand Yankees, well I'm dead on that Southern thing
We got three hundred thousand, all they ever got next to us
They gather the Southern people at an old Southern steel shop
And I wish we'd got three million more, mud we've got

I can't take off my musket, fire now no more
But I ain't gonna rebel, yes I got damn sure
You don't want no part in what I've done or am
And I will not be reconstructed and I do not give a damn

The Masts Of Morrigan
Composer(s): Maddy Prior
Performer(s): Maddy Prior



I fear that bead black eye
That pierces me to the bone
The cruel stare
The glassy glare
That fingers me alone

Too cunning for a bird
Her mind is warped and crooked
Again and worse
Her voice is harsh
And grates course and wicked

And the masts of Morrigan
Are strung across the world
See the masts of Morrigan
An omen sour as gall
She revels in our gore
My skull her cup
Drinks my blood up
The one-eyed gimpy whore

She deals in the black arts
Runs with the soldier and wolf
The battle sounds
Death rattle mourns
She steals our eyes for herself

Children Of Sánchez
Composer(s): Chuck Mangione
First release by: Chuck Mangione - 1978
Covered by multiple other artists



Without dreams of hope and pride a man will die
Though his flesh still moves his heart sleeps in the grave
Without land man never dreams cause he's not free
All men need a place to live with dignity
Take the crumbs from starving soldiers 
They won't die
Lord said not by bread alone does man survive
Take the food from hungry children, they won't cry
Food alone won't ease the hunger in their eyes

Every child belongs to mankind's family
Children are the fruit of all humanity
Let them feel the love of all the human race
Touch them with the warmth, the strength of that embrace

Give me love and understanding, I will thrive
As my children grow my dreams come alive
Those who hear the cries of children 
God will bless
I will always hear the Children of Sánchez

Rebecca
Composer(s): Hammond; Hazelwood
Performer(s): The Turtles



Met you, brushing your hair with the wind
Riding your bike up on Mulholland Drive
Oh, I got a five minute rush from
You in your faded blue jeans
How many years is it you've been alive?
Oh I'll take a guess
Rebecca, could it be eighteen, nineteen or so
Ooo, Rebecca, will I ever know?

No way, how will I fit in your life?
How could you live with a man without change?
Too strange and too poor to be trusted
Busted a couple of times
Shaken a bit by the years on the road
And the women I've known

Rebecca, you'd have liked the name I gave to you
Ooo, Rebecca, if you only knew...
Go home, to your father's friend's straight sons
To your mother's friend's sweet ones
To the families, so well-to-do and so well-established and

One day, you might wake up to a shock girl
What has it come to?... this sensible life
The wife of a fool...

Rebecca, reading magazines in a chic salon
Ooo, Rebecca... where's Rebecca gone?

The Master
Composer(s): Johnston
Performer(s): The Doobie Brothers



Just don't know why I keep on tryin'
Must be a better way out 
I hope I find it soon
Every night I just can't keep from cryin'
Even my old dog keeps howlin' at the moon
Even my old dog keeps howlin' at the moon

Even the sun, it just a-keep on shinin'
Pollyanna days when I was a child and on my own
Even the tracks, they just a- keep on linin'
I believe my master is just about to bring me home
I believe my master is just about to bring me home

Oh, but bless the days and the many diff'rent ways
people try to love one another!
And won't you bless the times and the holy light that shine
Our cross has been brought asunder

Just don't know why I keep on tryin'
Must be a better way out 
I hope I find it soon
Every night I just can't keep from cryin'
Even my old dog keeps howlin' at the moon
Even my old dog keeps howlin' at the moon

Oh, but bless the days and the many diff'rent ways
people try to love one another!
And won't you bless the times and the holy light that shine
Our cross has been brought asunder

Even the sun, it just a-keep on shinin'
Pollyanna days when I was a child and on my own
Even the tracks, they just a- keep on linin'
I believe my master is just about to bring me home
I believe my master is just about to bring me home

Children And All That Jazz
Composer(s): Joan Baez
Performer(s): Joan Baez



Little Annie Fannie
Morgan and Christian
Katy and Nathan
Tommy and Zem Zem
Alex and J.J.
Tai and Ezekial
Amy and Josie
Matthew and Mosie
Sweet Pearl and Nicholas
Come here and tickle us
I don't like nicknames
I like to play games
One of them's Batman
That's where it's at man
Look at your t-shirt
I see you're all wet now
I'll give you a bath
If you'll go to bed now
Oh can't you see
I'm tired
I'm tired
I'm tired

Joey and Janet
Jennifer, Joshua
Justin and Jason
Jacob and Jordan
Heather and Shannon
Marisa and Kirsten
Kimmie and David
Who shall we play with?
Here comes my own son
Light of my life is
Younger than new leaves
Brighter than you please
Says that he loves me
Big as the world
and Gabriel Harris
You go to bed now
You go to bed now
It's quarter to nine
I'm tired
I'm tired
I'm tired

You heard what I said now
You go to bed now
It was a hard day
Never enough play
Iggy was sick
and couldn't come over
One of your mice died
That was when you cried
Get in the tub
And play with your boats now
Sit here beside me
I'll tell you a story
One about snakes
And anything gory
Ask me no questions
How far is the sky
And I'm falling asleep
And you're smarter than I am
Light of my life
Good night
Good night
Good night

Reasons To Be Cheerful
Composer(s): Ian Dury; Jankel; Payne
Performer(s): Ian Dury



Why don't you get back into bed
Why don't you get back into bed
Why don't you get back into bed
Why don't you get back into bed
Why don't you get back into bed
Why don't you get back into bed
Why don't you get back into bed
Why don't you get back into bed
Why don't you get back into bed
Why don't you get back into bed

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Summer, Buddy Holly, the working folly
Good golly Miss Molly and boats
Hammersmith Palais, the Bolshoi Ballet
Jump back in the alley and nanny goats

18-wheeler Scammels, Domenecker camels
All other mammals plus equal votes
Seeing Piccadilly, Fanny Smith and Willy
Being rather silly, and porridge oats

A bit of grin and bear it, a bit of come and share it
You're welcome, we can spare it - yellow socks
Too short to be haughty, too nutty to be naughty
Going on 40 - no electric shocks

The juice of the carrot, the smile of the parrot
A little drop of claret - anything that rocks
Elvis and Scotty, days when I ain't spotty
Sitting on the potty - curing smallpox

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Health service glasses
Gigolos and brasses
round or skinny bottoms

Take your mum to paris
lighting up the chalice
wee willy harris

Bantu Stephen Biko, listening to Rico
Harpo, Groucho, Chico

Cheddar cheese and pickle, the Vincent motorsickle
Slap and tickle
Woody Allen, Dali, Dimitri and Pasquale
balabalabala and Volare

Something nice to study, phoning up a buddy
Being in my nuddy
Saying hokey-dokey, singalonga Smokey
Coming out of chokey

John Coltrane's soprano, Adi Celentano
Bonar Colleano

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Yes yes
dear dear
perhaps next year
or maybe even never

in which case

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The Masquerade Is Over ((aka (I'm Afraid) The Masquerade Is Over) (Milt Jackson) - 1958))
Composer(s): Herb Magidson - Allie Wruble
First release by: Ambrose & His Orch. - 1939
Covered by multiple other artists



My blue horizon is turning grey
And my dreams are drifting away

Your eyes don't shine like they used to shine
And the thrill is gone when your lips meet mine
I'm afraid the masquerade is over
And so is love, and so is love

Your words don't mean what they used to mean
They were once inspired, now they're just routine
I'm afraid the masquerade is over
And so is love, and so is love

I guess I'll have to play Pagliacci
And get myself a clown's disguise
And learn to laugh like Pagliacci
With tears in my eyes

You look the same, you're a lot the same
But my heart says "no, no, you're not the same"
I'm afraid the masquerade is over
And so is love, and so is love

I guess I'll have to play Pagliacci
And get myself a clown's disguise
And learn to laugh like Pagliacci
With tears in my eyes

You look the same, you're a lot the same
But my heart says "No, no, you're not the same"
I'm afraid the masquerade is over
And so is love, and so is love

Childhood's End?
Composer(s): Derek William Dick - Mark Kelly - Ian Mosley - Steve Rothery - Pete Trewavas
Performer(s): Marillion



And it was morning
And I found myself mourning, for a childhood that I thought had disappeared
I looked out the window
And I saw a magpie in the rainbow, the rain had gone I’m not alone
I turned to the mirror, I saw you, the child, that once loved
The child before they broke his heart
Our heart, the heart that I believed was lost

Hey you, surprised?
More than surprised, to find the answers to the questions, were always in your own eyes
Do you realize that you give it on back to her?
But that would only be retraced in all the problems that you ever knew
So untrue
For she’s got to carry on with her life, and you’ve got to carry on with yours

So I see it’s me, I can do anything
And I’m still the child
’cos the only thing misplaced was direction
And I found direction
There is no childhood’s end
There is no childhood’s end
Cos’ you are my childhood friend
Cos’ you are my childhood friend
Oh lead me on

Hey you, you’ve survived
Now you’ve arrived, to be reborn in the shadow of the magpie
Now you realize, that you’ve got to get out of here
You’ve found the leading light of destiny, burning in the ashes of your memory
You want to change the world
You’d resigned yourself to die a broken rebel
But that was looking backward
Now you’ve found the light

You, the child that once loved
The child before they broke his heart
Our heart, the heart that I believed was lost
So it’s me I see, I can do anything
I’m still the child
’cos the only thing misplaced was direction, and I found direction
There is no childhood’s end
There is no childhood’s end
There is no childhood’s end
I am your childhood friend
Oh, lead me on

Reasons For Waiting
Composer(s): Ian Anderson
Performer(s): Jethro Tull



What a sight for my eyes
to see you in sleep
Could it stop the sun rise
hearing you weep?
You're not seen, you're not heard
but I stand by my word
Came a thousand miles
just to catch you while you're smiling

What a day for laughter
and walking at night
Me following after, your hand holding tight
And the memory stays clear with the song that you hear
If I can but make
the words awake the feeling

What a reason for waiting
and dreaming of dreams
So here's hoping you've faith in impossible schemes
that are born in the sigh of the wind blowing by
while the dimming light brings the end to a night of loving

The Masquerade
Composer(s): Paul Francis Webster - John Jacob Loeb
Performer(s): Arthur Tracy
and multiple other artists



Sometime soon to be, there’s a lover’s moon to be
And a lover’s tune to be born
No more will I be forlorn
I whisper softly till morn
I want you to kiss, for there must be two to kiss
Moments are so few to kiss now
So ‘neath a sycamore bough
Meet me there, oh, greet me there somehow

Twilight soon will fade
I’ll meet you at the masquerade
While our hearts are swinging
To violins singing till dawn

Lady dressed in jade
Hold me tight at the masquerade
If the music halts, dear
Then my heart will waltz
Dear, right on

Twelve o’clock is chiming
On the clock above
Now if you’ll unmask your heart
I’ll love you, love you

Midnight shadows fade
No one else at the masquerade
Everything is through, dear
But my love for you, dear, lives on

Child, Child
Composer(s): Erik Darling - P. Street
Performer(s): Erik Darling



When you were a child, child
Did you want to be listened to?
When you were a child, child
When you were a child?
When you were a child, child
Did you want to be hugged awhile?
When you were a child, child
When you were a child? 

And Bonnie, did they ever tell you
You were important?
Johnny, did they ever tell you
When you were a child?
What you thought and what you wanted
Should be fought for all undaunted
Did anybody ever tell you
When you were a child?

Reason To Believe
Composer(s): Tim Hardin
Performer(s): Tim Hardin



If I listen long enough to you
I'd find the way to believe that it's all true
Knowing that you lied straight faced while I cried
Still I looked to find the reason to believe

Someone like you makes it hard
To live without somebody else
Someone like you makes it easy to give
Never thinking of myself

If you took the time to change my mind
I'd find the way to leave the past behind
Knowing that you lied straight faced while I cried
Still I looked to find the reason to believe

The Masochism Tango
Composer(s): Tom Lehrer
Performer(s): Tom Lehrer; Anne Pringle; Mark Burnell



I ache for the touch of your lips, Dear
But much more for the touch of your whips, Dear
You can raise welts like nobody else
As we dance to the Masochism Tango

Let our love be a flame, not an ember
Say it's me that you want to dismember
Blacken my eye, set fire to my tie
As we dance to the Masochism Tango

At your command, before you here I stand
My heart is in my hand 
Ecch!
It's here that I must be
My heart entreats
Just hear those savage beats
And go put on your cleats
And come and trample me
Your heart is hard as stone or mahogany
That's why I'm in such exquisite agony

My soul is on fire
It's aflame with desire
Which is why I perspire
When we tango

You caught my nose
In your left castanet, Love
I can feel the pain yet, Love
Every time I hear drums
And I envy the rose
That you held in your teeth, Love
With the thorns underneath, Love
Sticking into your gums

Your eyes cast a spell that bewitches
The last time I needed twenty stitches
To sew up the gash that you made with your lash
As we danced to the Masochism Tango
	
Bash in my brain
And make me scream with pain
Then kick me once again
And say we'll never part
I know too well I'm underneath your spell
So, Darling, if you smell
Something burning, it's my heart
Excuse me!

Take your cigarette from its holder
And burn your initials in my shoulder
Fracture my spine, and swear that you're mine
As we dance to the Masochism Tango

Child Star 
Composer(s): Marc Bolan
Performer(s): T. Rex
and various other artists



Mountain eyes, peeping out of his head 
Sipping tea composing in his bed 
A hundred hands working on a musical of old 
Debussy and Mendlessohn 
Handel and Dvorak of old 
Child star protege of Mister Gormez 
Who said you'd go far 
Child star, they do not see just what a precious gem you'd be 
Sad to see them watching you fade into invisibility 

Twelve years old, your elvish fingers kiss your Beethoven hair 
The awesome people stare 
They're unaware of all the angel sounds they see and hear 
Debussy and Mendlessohn 
Handel and Dvorak of old 
Child star protege of Mister Gormez 
Who said you'd go far 
Child star and when you died at just thirteen they wept and wrung their hair 
Sad to see them mourning you when you are there 
Within the flowers and the trees