The Northern Lights Of Old Aberdeen
Composer(s): Traditional - M. Webb
Performer(s): Innes Tartan Band
and multiple other artists



When I was a lad, a tiny wee lad
My mother said to me
Come see the Northern Lights my boy
They' re bright as they can be
She called them the heavenly dancers
Merry dancers in the sky
I'll never forget, that wonderful sight
They made the heav ens bright

The Northern Lights of old Aberdeen
Mean home sweet home to me
The Northern Lights of old Aberdeen
Are what I long to see
I’ve been a wanderer all of my life
Any many a sight I've seen
God speed the day when l' m on my way
To my home in Aberdeen

I've wandered in many far-off lands
And travelled many a mile
I've missed the folk I cherished most
The joy of a friendly smile
It warms up the heart of a wand'rer
The clasp of a welcoming hand
To greet me when, I return
Home to my native land

The Northern Lights of old Aberdeen
Mean home sweet home to me
The Northern Lights of old Aberdeen
Are what I long to see
I’ve been a wanderer all of my life
Any many a sight I've seen
God speed the day when l' m on my way
To my home in Aberdeen

The Night's Too Long
Composer(s): Lucinda Williams
Performer(s): Lucinda Williams



Sylvia was workin' as a waitress in Beaumont
She said I'm movin' away, I'm gonna get what I want
I'm tired of these small-town boys that don't move fast enough
I'm gonna find me one who wears a leather jacket and likes his livin' rough

So she saved her tips and overtime and bought an old rusty car
She sold most everything she had to make a brand new start
She said I won't be needing these silly dresses and nylon hose
'Cause when I get to where I'm goin' I'm gonna buy me all new clothes

The night's too long; It just drags on and on
And then there's never enough
That's when the sun starts comin' up
Don't let go of her hand
You just might be the right man
She loves the night
She loves the night
She doesn't want the night
Don't want it to end
Don't want it to end

She works in an office now and she guesses the pays all right
She can buy a few new things to wear and still go out at night
And as soon as she gets home from work she wants to be out with the crowd
Where she can dance and toss her head back and laugh out loud

Well the music's playin' fast and they just met
He presses up against her and his shirt's all soaked with sweat
And with her back against the bar she can listen to the band
And she's holdin' a Corona and it's cold against her hand

The night's too long; It just drags on and on
And then there's never enough
That's when the sun starts comin' up
Don't let go of her hand
You just might be the right man
She loves the night
She loves the night
She doesn't want the night
Don't want it to end
Don't want it to end

The Nightfly
Composer(s): Donald Fagen
Performer(s): Donald Fagen



I'm Lester the Nightfly
Hello Baton Rouge
Won't you turn your radio down
Respect the seven second delay we use
So you say there's a race
Of men in the trees
You're for tough legislation
Thanks for calling
I wait all night for calls like these
An independent station
WJAZ
With jazz and conversation

From the foot of Mt. Belzoni
Sweet music
Tonight the night is mine
Late line till the sun comes through the skylight

I've got plenty of java
And Chesterfield Kings
But I feel like crying
I wish I had a heart like ice
Heart like ice
If you want your honey
To look super swell
You must spring for that little blue jar
Patton's Kiss And Tell
Kiss And Tell
An independent station
WJAZ
With jazz and conversation

From the foot of Mt. Belzoni
Sweet music
Tonight the night is mine
Late line till the sun comes through the skylight

You'd never believe it
But once there was a time
When love was in my life
I sometimes wonder
What happened to that flame
The answer's still the same
It was you you it was you
Tonight you're still on my mind
An independent station
WJAZ
With jazz and conversation

From the foot of Mt. Belzoni
Sweet music
Tonight the night is mine
Late line till the sun comes through the skylight

The Night We Called It A Day
Composer(s): Tom Adair - Matt Dennis
First release by: Jo Stafford - 1942
Covered by multiple other artists



There was a moon out in space
But a cloud drifted over its face
You kissed me and went on your way
The night we called it a day

I heard the song of the spheres 
Like a minor lament in my ears
I hadn't the heart left to pray 
The night we called it a day

Soft through the dark, the hoot of an owl in the sky
Sad though his song, no bluer was he than I
The moon went down, stars were gone
But the sun didn't rise with the dawn

There wasn't a thing left to say
The night we called it a day

The Night They Invented Champagne
Composer(s): Alan Jay Lerner - Frederick Loewe
Performer(s): Betty Wand, Hermione Gingold, Leslie Caron, Louis Jourdan
and multiple other artists



Gigi: What time tomorrow will we get there?
Can I watch you play roulette?
May I stay up late for supper?
Is it awfully awfully upper?
Mamita: Gigi! You'll drive us wild!
Stop! You silly child!
Gigi: Is everybody celebrated 
full of sin and dissipated?
Is it hot enough to blister?
Will I be your little sister?
Mamita: Gigi! You are absurd!
Now not another word! Gigi!
Gaston: Let her gush and jabber
Let her be enthused
I cannot remember
when I have been more amused
Mamita: Stop it!
Gigi: The night they invented champagne
It's plain as it can be 
They thought of you and me
The night they invented champagne
They absolutely knew
that all we'd want to do
Is fly to the sky on champagne
And shout to everyone in sight
That since the world began
no woman or a man
has ever been as happy as we are tonight!
Gaston: The night they invented champagne (pop)
G & G: It's plain as it can be 
They thought of you and me
The night they invented champagne
They absolutely knew
that all we'd want to do
Is fly to the sky on champagne
And shout to everyone in sight (pop)
That since the world began
no woman or a man
has ever been as happy as we are tonight! (pop)

That Cat Is High
Composer(s): J. Mayo Williams
Performer(s): Manhattan Transfer
and multiple other artists



Folks I'm mellow as a honeydew! (Oh yeah, yeah)

That cat is high
Look at that look in his eye
On man he's high
The cats higher than a kite

When you see him stumblin'
Up and down the street
You know that cat's been drinkin'
Got no shoes upon his feet

Man he's high
I said that cat is high
Yes he's high
Man he's higher than a kite

That cat is high
Look at that look in his eye
You know I wouldn't lie
That cat is higher than a kite

Boys he's high
Oh look at them two black eyes
Oh me oh my
That cat is higher than the sky

When you see him tippin'
Round and round the block
Oh you know that cat he's very beat
Hip clean down to his socks

That cat is high
Look at that look in his eye
Oh me oh my
That cat is higher than the sky
Yeah!

"Shoot some liquor to me John Boy!"

When you see him stumblin'
Up and down the street
You know that cat's been drinkin'
Got no shoes upon his feet

Man he's high
Yes he's high
My oh my
The cat's higher than a kite

He's high (That cat is high)
So high (That cat is high)
My my (Oh man he's high)
He's high (He's high)

He's high (That cat is high)
So high (That cat is high)
My my (Oh man he's high)

I want the home cookin' mama w/ the fryin' pan!
Well I know that cat is high!
Hee hee -- yeah!
That's right! 

Chicka Boom
Composer(s): Bob Merrill
Performer(s): Guy Mitchell; Mitch Miller, His Orch. & Chorus



Chicka-boom, chicka-rack
Chicka-boom, chicka-rack
Chicka-boom, chicka-rack, she's singin'
Her shoes paddy-wack in front and the back
And her yellow curls go swingin'
Bells just rang, Bo-o-o-ing
My eyes lit up and my heart went bang
Her shoes paddy-wack in the front and the back
Chicka-boom, chicka-racky-boom

It was way up in Alaska 
And the moment that I passed her
In my heart a little bugle blew attack
Though I knew I should resist her
I walked up to her and kissed her
And she didn't slap my face, she kissed me back

Chicka-boom, chicka-rack
Chicka-boom, chicka-rack
Chicka-boom, chicka-rack, she's singin'
Her shooes paddy-wack in front and the back
And her yellow curls go swingin'
Bells just rang, Bo-o-o-ing
My eyes lit up and my heart went bang
Her shoes paddy-wack in the front and the back
Chicka-boom, chicka-racky-boom

Told me she was from Seattle
Where her Daddy raises cattle
But she's far away from home and so forlorn
Said the Yukon had her freezin'
And it would be mighty pleasin'
If I'd hug her once or twice to keep her warm

Chicka-boom, chicka-rack
Chicka-boom, chicka-rack
Chicka-boom, chicka-rack, she's singin'
Her shooes paddy-wack in the front and the back
And her yellow curls go swingin'
Bells just rang, Bo-o-o-ing
My eyes lit up and my heart went bang
Her shoes paddy-wack in front and the back
Chicka-boom, chicka-racky-boom

Oh, for her love I'd swim to China
But I'm not a rich goldminer
I can't give her things like rings an' fancy furs
But I'm still not gonna back-up
Gonna paint my little shack up
I'll tell her if she wants it, well it's hers

Chicka-boom, chicka-rack
Chicka-boom, chicka-rack
Chicka-boom, chicka-rack, she's singin'
Her shoes paddy-wack in the front and the back
And her yellow curls go swingin'
Bells just rang, Bo-o-o-ing
My eyes lit up and my heart went bang
Her shoes paddy-wack in the front and the back
(Her shoes paddy-wack in the front and the back)
Chicka-boom, chicka-rack, chicka-boom, chicka-rack
(Chicka-boom, chicka-rack, chicka-boom, chicka-rack)
Chicka-boom, chicka-rack
Boom, chicka-rack
Boom, chicka-rack
Chicka-boom

Thanks To The Rolling Sea
Composer(s): Ruth Batchelor - Bob Roberts
First recording/First release by: Elvis Presley - 1962



Thanks to the rolling, rolling, rolling, thanks to the rolling sea
Thanks to the rolling, rolling, rolling, thanks to the rolling sea
Fish on the table and fish on the fire, fried fish hanging on the tree
Everything here that your heart desires, thanks to the rolling sea
Thanks to the rolling sea

Living is good and living is fine, were happy as can be
We owe all this to the salty brine, thanks to the rolling sea
Thanks to the rolling sea

We work all day but our hearts are gay, and while we work we sing
The mighty sea is good to us and weve got everything
Abalone steaks and tuna fish cakes, taste so heavenly
We know who we owe it to, thanks to the rolling sea
Thanks to the rolling, rolling, rolling, thanks to the rolling sea
Thanks to the rolling, rolling, rolling, thanks to the rolling sea
Thanks to the rolling, rolling, rolling, thanks to the rolling sea
Thanks to the rolling, rolling, rolling, thanks to the rolling sea

Thanks For The Mem'ries
Composer(s): Jerry Crutchfield
Performer(s): Barbara Fairchild



Your kiss is the morning dew that makes my roses grow
And the way I feel about you I want the whole wide world to know
When I snuggle in your arms in the middle of the night
I love all the things you say and the way you treat me right
So I'll say...

(Thanks)
Thanks for the mem'ries
(Darling thanks)
Those loving mem'ries
(Memories)
That I take to bed with me each night
(I'm saying thanks)
Thanks for the mem'ries
(Darling thanks)
Those wonderful mem'ries
That help to make each day go just right

Each day brings a brand new world but your love stays the same
I'm so thankful that you're mine because you never seem to change
And then when the nighttime comes you know what I'm thinking of
And for all you mean to me and the sweetness of your love, I'm saying...

(Thanks)
Thanks for the mem'ries
(Darling thanks)
Those loving mem'ries
(Memories)
That I take to bed with me each night
(I'm saying thanks)
Thanks for the mem'ries
(Darling thanks)
Those wonderful mem'ries
That help to make each day go just right

Thanks For The Memory
Composer(s): Ralph Rainger - Leo Robin
First performance by: Bob Hope & Shirley Ross - 1938
Covered by multiple other artists



Thanks for the memory
Of sentimental verse
Nothing in my purse
And chuckles
When the preacher said
For better or for worse
How lovely it was

Thanks for the memory
Of Schubert's Serenade
Little things of jade
And traffic jams
And anagrams
And bills we never paid
How lovely it was

We who could laugh over big things
Were parted by only a slight thing
I wonder if we did the right thing
Oh, well, that's life, I guess
I love your dress

Thanks for the memory
Of faults that you forgave
Of rainbows on a wave
And stockings in the basin
When a fellow needs a shave
Thank you so much

Thanks for the memory
Of tinkling temple bells
Alma mater yells
And Cuban rum
And towels from
The very best hotels
Oh how lovely it was

Thanks for the memory
Of cushions on the floor
Hash with Dinty Moore
That pair of gay pajamas
That you bought
And never wore

We said goodbye with a highball
Then I got as high as a steeple
But we were intelligent people
No tears, no fuss
Hooray for us

Strictly entire nous
Darling, how are you?
And how are all
Those little dreams
That never did come true?

Awfully glad I met you
Cheerio and toodle-oo
Thank you
Thank you so much

Chicago Style
Composer(s): Johnny Burke - Jimmy Van Heusen
Performer(s): Bob Hope & Bing Crosby
and multiple other artists



Bing: Look out!
Bob: You ready for this?

Who's that comin' down the thoroughfare
The sunshine flashin' on his ring
Bowin' left and right and here and there
That's Chester, the trombone king

He gets his shirts straight from Paris
Cigarettes from the Nile
He tallks like a 'eyebrow', but he plays Chicago style

He gets his shoes made in London
And they're real crocodile
But he plays trombone... Chicago style

Bob: And he sometimes plays sweet
Bing: Hup-toodle-oodle-oodle-dee-ooo
Both: But sweet or hot, he's always got
That real gut-bucket beat

He's got a neat Latin moustache
And the girls love his smile
But he plays trombone... Chicago style
A trombone made in Newark
Played in Chicago style

Chicago style

Chicago style

Bing: He gets his neckties from Naples
And his socks from Argyle
Speaks Oxford English, but he plays Chicago style

Bing: Wears a stickpin from Rio, are you listenin'
You can see it for a mile
But he plays trombone... Chicago style

Bob: And he sometimes plays sweet
Bing: Uncle Jake's weary blues
Both: But sweet or hot, he's always got
That real gut-bucket beat

He likes New York for the Opera
And gets two on the aisle
But he plays trombone... Chicago style
A trombone made in Newark
Played in Chicago style

Bing: Yes sir
Bob: Hey-hey
Both: A trombone played Chicago style

Thanks A Million 
Performer(s): Hildegarde



Thanks a million – a million thanks to you
For everything that love could bring you brought to me

How can I convey it all – I don’t want to bore you
Oh, it’s so hard to say it all, standing here before you
There’s so very much to say in so many ways
But I’ve found a different way in a current phrase
Oh, thanks a million – a million thanks to you 
For everything that love could bring you brought to me
Each tender love word you happened to say 
Is hidden away in memory’s bouquet
Oh, thanks a million, for I remember, too
The tenderness that your caresses taught me
You made a million dreams come true 
And so I’m saying thanks a million to you

Yes, thanks a million to you

Thanks A Lot
Composer(s): Eddie Miller - Don Sessions
First release by: Ernest Tubb and His Texas Troubadours - 1964
Covered by multiple other artists



Thanks, thanks a lot
I got a broken heart that’s all I got
You made me cry and I cried a lot
I lost your love baby thanks a lot

You told our friends as I was passing by
That you’re not sorry that you made me cry
You said I deserved just what I got
Well if that’s how you feel baby thanks a lot

Thanks, thanks a lot
I got a broken heart that’s all I got
You made me cry and I cried a lot
I lost your love baby thanks a lot

You wanted a fool and I played the part
Now all I’ve got is a broken heart
We loved a little and laughed a lot
Then you were gone Honey thanks a lot

Thanks, thanks a lot
I got a broken heart that’s all I got
You made me cry and I cried a lot
I lost your love baby thanks a lot 

Thanks
Composer(s): Sam Coslow - Arthur Johnston
Performer(s): Bing Crosby 
and multiple other artists



We used to dwell in love's own palace
A palace of dreams come true
Now that we're through, I bear no malice
Though we've called it a day, all I can say is...

Thanks for all the lovely delights I found in your embrace
I'm thankful, though I know it's ending all too soon

And thanks for unforgettable nights I never can replace
And memories that linger like a haunting tune

It is better to have loved you, dear, and lost
Than never to have loved at all
Yes, it's better, for no matter what the cost
I held the world in sway, an Emperor for a day

And thanks again for taking me on the road to paradise
We lost our way, but still I must convey my thanks

Thank You, North America
Composer(s): Sammy Fain - Jack Yellen
Performer(s): Carmen Miranda



Thank you North America
Thank you for your goodwill
There's a lot more on the dances
In New York than in Brazil

Oh, oh North America
I’ve seen your Hollywood
When it comes to love and romance
You yourselves are pretty good

We hear your music as much 
as ours playing on our radio
And as for lovers, your Tyron Power is not bad
And I ought to know

In the splendour of your uniforms
You’re such dangerous Yanks
In your arms I must surrender
And this Brazilian says a million

Thanks North America
A million, million thanks

We thank you North America
You are very okay
North Americans and Rhumba
And the Salsa, American way

No place like America
Hollywood and New York
Where you can ????
To Brazilian ???? 

We hear your music as much 
as ours playing on our radio
And as for lovers, your Tyron Power is marvelous
And I ought to know

In the splendour of your uniforms
You’re so such dangerous Yanks
In your arms I must surrender
And this Brazilian says a million

Thanks North America
A million, million thanks 

Thank You Very Much 
Composer(s): Mike McGear
Performer(s): The Scaffold



Thank you very much for the Aintree Iron, thank you very much, thank you very very very much 
Thank you very much for the Aintree Iron, thank you very very very much
Thank you very much for the birds and bees, thank you very much, thank you very very very much 
Thank you very much for the birds and bees, thank you very very very much

Thank you very much for the family circle, thank you very much, thank you very very very much 
Thank you very much for the family circle, thank you very much, thank you very very very very very very very very much

You don't know how much they all mean, they seem better in my dreams 
It was simply spiffing and true, let me whisper 'I love you' 

Thank you very much for love
Thank you very much , thank you very very very much 
Thank you very much for love 
Thank you very very very much

Thank you very much for the Sunday joint 
Thank you very much, thank you very very very much 
Thank you very much for the Sunday joint and our... 
Cultural heritage, national beverage, being fat, Union jack, nursery rhyme, Sunday times, napalm bomb, everyone! 
Thank you very much, thank you very very very very, very very very very much 

Thank you very much for playing this record, thank you very much, thank you very very very much 
Thank you very much for playing this record, thank you very very very much

Thank you very much for our gracious team 
Thank you very much, thank you very very very much
Thank you very much for our gracious team 
Thank you very very very much! 

Thank You Very Much
Composer(s): Charles Dickens - Leslie Bricusse
Performer(s): Anton Rodgers & Albert Finney



On behalf of all the people who have assembled here
I would merely like to mention, if I may
That our unanimous attitude
Is one of lasting gratitude
For what our friend has done for us today
And therefore I would simply like to say 

Thank you very much
Thank you very much
That's the nicest thing that anyone's ever done for me
I may sound double Dutch
But my delight is such
I feel as if a losing war's been won for me

And if I had a flag, I'd hang me flag out
To let us all the final victory touch
But since I left me flag at home
I simply have to say 
Thank you very, very, very much
Thank you very, very, very much

Thank you very much
Thank you very much
That's the nicest thing that anyone's ever done for me
It sounds a bit bizarre
The things the way they are
I feel as if another life's begun for me
And if I had a canon I would fire it
To let us all see the grace of touch
But since I left me canon at home
I simply have to say 
Thank you very, very, very much
Thank you very, very, very much

For he's a jolly good fellow
For he's a jolly good fellow
For he's a jolly good fellow
And so say all of us

Thank you very much
Thank you very much
That's the nicest thing that anyone's ever done for me
It isn't every day
Good fortune comes me way
I never thought the future would be fun for me
And if I had a bugle I would blow it
To add a sort o' how's your father's touch
But since I left me bugle at home
I simply have to say 
Thank you very, very, very much
Thank you very, very, very much

No, no, dear friends, it is I who should thank you

Thank you very much
Thank you very much
That's the nicest thing that anyone's ever done for me
The future looks alright
In fact it looks so bright
I feel as if they probably sing this song for me
And if I had a drum, I'd have to bang it
To add a sort o' rumpty tumpty touch
But since I left me drummer at home
I simply have to say 

Thank you very, very, very much
Thank you very, very, very much

Thank You So Much Missus Lowsborough Goodby 
Composer(s): Cole Porter
Performer(s): Fred Astaire



Mrs. Lowsborough-Goodby gives weekends
and her weekends are not a success
but she asks you so often
you finally soften
and end by answering "Yes"
When I left Mrs. Lowsborough-Goodby's
The letter I wrote was polite
But it would have been bliss
Had I dared write her this
The letter I wanted to write

Thank you so much, Mrs. Lowsborough-Goodby
Thank you so much
Thank you so much for that infinite weekend with you
Thank you a lot, Mrs. Lowsborough-Goodby
Thank you a lot

And don't be surprised if you suddenly should be quietly shot
For the clinging perfume
And that damp little room
For those cocktails so hot
And the bath that was not
For those guests so amusing and mentally bracing
Who talked about racing and racing and racing
For the ptomaine I got from your famous tin salmon
For the fortune I lost when you taught me backgammon
For those mornings I spent with your dear but deaf mother
For those evenings I passed with that bounder, your brother
And for making me swear to myself there and then
Never to go for a weekend again
Thank you so much, Mrs. Lowsborough-Goodby
Thank you, thank you so much

Thank You Satan
Composer(s): Léo Ferré
First release by: Léo Ferré - 1961



Pour la flamme que tu allumes
Au creux d'un lit pauvre ou rupin
Pour le plaisir qui s'y consume
Dans la toile ou dans le satin
Pour les enfants que tu ranimes
Au fond des dortoirs chérubins
Pour leurs pétales anonymes
Comme la rose du matin

Thank you Satan

Pour le voleur que tu recouvres
De ton chandail tendre et rouquin
Pour les portes que tu lui ouvres
Sur la tanière des rupins
Pour le condamné que tu veilles
À l'Abbaye du monte en l'air
Pour le rhum que tu lui conseilles
Et le mégot que tu lui sers

Thank you Satan

Pour les étoiles que tu sèmes
Dans le remords des assassins
Et pour ce cœur qui bat quand même
Dans la poitrine des putains
Pour les idées que tu maquilles
Dans la tête des citoyens
Pour la prise de la Bastille
Même si ça ne sert à rien

Thank you Satan

Pour le prêtre qui s'exaspère
À retrouver le doux agneau
Pour le pinard élémentaire
Qu'il prend pour du Château Margaux
Pour l'anarchiste à qui tu donnes
Les deux couleurs de ton pays
Le rouge pour naître à Barcelone
Le noir pour mourir à Paris

Thank you Satan

Pour la sépulture anonyme
Que tu fis à Monsieur Mozart
Sans croix ni rien sauf pour la frime
Un chien, croque-mort du hasard
Pour les poètes que tu glisses
Au chevet des adolescents
Quand poussent dans l'ombre complice
Des fleurs du mal de dix-sept ans

Thank you Satan

Pour le péché que tu fais naître
Au sein des plus raides vertus
Et pour l'ennui qui va paraître
Au coin des lits où tu n'es plus
Pour les ballots que tu fais paître
Dans le pré comme des moutons
Pour ton honneur à ne paraître
Jamais à la télévision

Thank you Satan

Pour tout cela et plus encor
Pour la solitude des rois
Le rire des têtes de morts
Le moyen de tourner la loi
Et qu'on ne me fasse point taire
Et que je chante pour ton bien
Dans ce monde où les muselières
Ne sont plus faites pour les chiens...

Thank you Satan!

Thank You For The Use Of The Hall
From the film "Little Miss Broadway" (1938)
Composer(s): Walter Bullock - Harold Spina
Performer(s): Shirley Temple



Your honor I lay my case before you
With the show, you're invited now to see with me
It's a wow and I hope that you'll agree with me
Their business, Show business
Just comes to no business without backing
That's all they're lacking
All they need is a chance
A chance to smile, to laugh, to sing to dance
And that is that, and that is all
So, thank you for the use of the hall