The Rickety Rickshaw Man
Composer(s): Ervin M. Drake
Performer(s): Eddy Howard



There's a coolie name o' Chulee
Runs a rickety rickshaw south of Peking
He goes a clippety-clop-clop
Clippety-clop-clop
As he hobbles down the cobble stoned street

He's romantic and his antics are the
Talk of the girlies south of Peking
Their hearts go flippety-flop-flop
Flippety-flop-flop
As he hobbles down the cobble stoned street

For the first quarter of a mile
He'll only charge a pretty girl a smile
For every quarter after this
He'll collect a kiss

When the moon is high and ladies sigh
The rickety rickshaw comes a creakin'
He goes a clippety-clop-clop
Clippety-clop-clop
As he hobbles down the cobble stoned street

Look at him hobble down the cobble stoned street

Sure is a hit with all the girls that he meets

For the first quarter of a mile
He'll only charge a pretty girl a smile
For every quarter after this
He'll collect a kiss

When the moon is high and ladies sigh
The rickety rickshaw comes a creakin'
He goes a clippety-clop-clop
Clippety-clop-clop
As he hobbles down the cobble stoned street

Running as fast, fast, fast as he can
Rickety rickshaw, rickshaw man

Claude Dallas
Composer(s): Tom Russell - Ian Tyson
First release by: Ian Tyson - 1986



In a land the Spanish once had called the Northern Mystery
Where rivers run and disappear the mustang still is free
By the Devil's wash and coyote hole in the wild Owyhee Range
Somewhere in the sage tonight the wind calls out his name
Aye, aye, aye

Come gather 'round me buckaroos and a story I will tell
Of the fugitive Claude Dallas who just broke out of jail
You might think this tale is history from before the West was won
But the events that I'll describe took place in nineteen eighty-one

He was born out in Virginia,left home when school was through
In the deserts of Nevada he became a buckaroo
And he learned the ways of cattle, and he learned to sit a horse
And he always packed a pistol, and he practiced deadly force

Then Claude he became a trapper, and he dreamed of the bygone days
And he studied bobcat logic and their wild and silent ways
In the bloody runs near Paradise, in monitors down south
Trapping cats and coyotes, living hand to mouth
Aye, aye, aye

Then Claude took to livin' all alone out many miles from town
A friend--Jim Stevens--brought supplies and he stayed to hang around
That day two wardens--Pogue and Elms--rode into check Claude out
They were seeking violations and to see what Claude's about

Now Claude had hung some venison,he had a bobcat pelt or two
Pogue claimed they were out of season, he said "Dallas, you're all thru"
But Dallas would not leave his camp
He refused to go to town
As the wind howled throught the bull-camp they stared each other down

Its hard to say what happend next, perhaps we'll never know
They were gonna take Claude in to jail, and he vowed he'd never go
Jim Stevens heard the gunfire, and when he turned around
Bill Pogue was falling backwards, Conley Elms he fell face down
Aye, aye, aye

Jim stevens walked on over; there was a gun near Bill Pogue's hand
It was hard to say who drawn his first,but Claude had made his stand
Claude said "I am justified Jim,they were gonna cut me down
And a man's got a right to hang some meat
When he's livin' this far from town"

It took eighteen men and fifteen months to finally run Claude down
In the sage outside of Paradise they drove him to the ground
Convicted up in Idaho--manslaughter by decree--
Thirty years at maximum, but soon Claude would break free

There's two sides two this story, there may be no right or wrong
The lawman and the renegade have graced a thousand songs
The story is an old one
Conclusion's hard to draw
But Claude's out in the sage tonight he may be the last outlaw
Aye, aye, aye

In a land the Spanish once had called the Northern Mystery
Where rivers run and disappear the mustang still is free
By the Devil's wash and the coyote hole in the wild Owyhee Range
Somewhere in the sage tonight the wind calls out his name
Aye, aye, aye 

Résiste
Composer(s): Michel Berger
Performer(s): France Gall



Si on t'organise une vie bien dirigée
Où tu t'oublieras vite
Si on te fait danser sur une musique sans âme
Comme un amour qu'on quitte
Si tu réalises que la vie n'est pas là
Que le matin tu te lèves
Sans savoir où tu vas

Résiste
Prouve que tu existes
Cherche ton bonheur partout, va
Refuse ce monde égoïste
Résiste
Suis ton cœur qui insiste
Ce monde n'est pas le tien, viens
Bats-toi, signe et persiste
Résiste

Tant de libertés pour si peu de bonheur
Est-ce que ça vaut la peine
Si on veut t'amener à renier tes erreurs
C'est pas pour ça qu'on t'aime
Si tu réalises que l'amour n'est pas là
Que le soir tu te couches
Sans aucun rêve en toi

Résiste
Prouve que tu existes
Cherche ton bonheur partout, va
Refuse ce monde égoïste
Résiste
Suis ton cœur qui insiste
Ce monde n'est pas le tien, viens
Bats-toi, signe et persiste
Résiste

Danse pour le début du monde
Danse pour tous ceux qui ont peur
Danse pour les milliers de cœurs
Qui ont droit au bonheur...
Résiste {3x}

Résiste
Prouve que tu existes
Cherche ton bonheur partout, va
Refuse ce monde égoïste
Résiste
Suis ton cœur qui insiste
Ce monde n'est pas le tien, viens
Bats-toi, signe et persiste
Résiste...

Rhubarb Tart Song
Composer(s): John Cleese
Performer(s): John Cleese



I want another slice of rhubarb tart
I want another lovely slice
I'm not disparaging the blueberry pie
But rhubarb tart is, oh, so very nice
A rhubarb what? A rhubarb tart!
A what-barb tart? A rhubarb tart!
I want another slice of rhubarb tart!

The principles of modern philosophy
Were postulated by Descartes
Discarding everything he wasn't certain of
He said 'I think, therefore I am a rhubarb tart'
A rhubarb what? A rhubarb tart!
A René who? René Descartes!
Poor nut, he thought he was a rhubarb tart!

Read all the existentialist philosophers
Like Schopenhauer and Jean-Paul Sartre
Even Martin Heidegger agrees on one thing
Eternal happiness is rhubarb tart
A rhubarb what? A rhubarb tart!
A Jean-Paul who? A Jean-Paul Sartre!
Eternal happiness is rhubarb tart

A rhubarb tart has fascinated all the poets
Especially the immortal bard
He caused Richard the Third to call on Bosworth Field
'My kingdom for a slice of rhubarb tart!'
A rhubarb what? A rhubarb bard!
Immortal what? Immortal tart!
As rhymes go, that is really pretty bard!

The Class of '57
((Danish Version: Klassen Der Gik Ud I 63 (Peter Belli) - 1973))
Composer(s): Don Reid - Harold Reid
First release by: The Statler Brothers - 1972



Tommy's sellin' used cars, Nancy's fixin' hair
Harvey runs a grocery store and Margaret doesn't care
Jerry drives a truck for Sears and Charlotte's on the make
And Paul sells life insurance and part time real estate

Helen is a hostess, Frank works at the mill
Jeanette teaches grade school and prob'ly always will
Bob works for the city and Jack's in lab research
And Peggy plays organ at the Presbiterian Church

And the class of '57 has dreams
We all thought we'd change the world with our great works and deeds
Or maybe we just thought the world would change to fit our needs 
The class of '57 has dreams

Betty runs a trailer park, Jan sells Tupperware
Randy's on an insane ward and Mary's on welfare
Charlie took a job with Ford and Joe took Freddie's wife
Charlotte took a millionaire and Freddie took his life

John is big in cattle, Ray is deep in debt
Where Mavis finally wound up is anybody's bet
Linda married Sonny, Brenda married me
And the class of all of us is just part of history

And the class of '57 has dreams
But livin' life day to day is never like it seems
Things get complicated when you get past eighteen
But the class of '57 has dreams 
Ah, the class of '57 has dreams 

Rose Garden
Composer(s): Joe South
Performer(s): Lynn Anderson



I beg your pardon
I never promised you a rose garden
Along with the sunshine 
There's got to be a little rain some time
When you take you got to give so live and let live
Or let go oh-whoa-whoa-whoa
I beg your pardon
I never promised you a rose garden

I could promise you things like big diamond rings
But you don't find roses growing on stalks of clover
So you better think it over
Well if sweet-talking you could make it come true
I would give you the world right now on a silver platter 
But what would it matter
So smile for a while and let's be jolly
Love shouldn't be so melancholy
Come along and share the good times while we can

I beg your pardon
I never promised you a rose garden
Along with the sunshine
There's got to be a little rain some time

I beg your pardon
I never promised you a rose garden
I could sing you a tune and promise you the moon
But if that's what it takes to hold you
I'd just as soon let you go
But there's one thing I want you to know
You better look before you leap, still waters run deep
And there won't always be someone there to pull you out
And you know what I'm talking about
So smile for a while and let's be jolly
Love shouldn't be so melancholy
Come along and share the good times while we can

I beg your pardon
I never promised you a rose garden

Along with the sunshine
There's got to be a little rain some time

Resi, I Hol' Di Mit Meim Traktor Ab
Performer(s): Wolfgang Fierek



Refrain:
Resi, i hol di mit meim Traktor ab
Resi, mit dem, da mach i niemals net schlapp
Und dann spui i Mundharmonika
denn romantisch bin i ja a

Du wohnst glei hinter Truderring
auf'm Bauernhof
Und weil i in der Stadt drin wohn
find'st mi von Haus aus doof
Doch bei mir ham glei bei dir
alle Glocken gleit
Hörst mi net kumma, hörst mi net brumma
Madel, hast für mi Zeit?

Refrain

I hock droben auf'm Schleudersitz, koana holt mi auf
Lachend wirst vor der Haustür sthen, und i ziag die zu mir nauf.
Du wirst sehn, dass i so stark wiera Traktor bin
Dann bleibst für immer, runter wuist nimmer, mia fahrn irgendwo hin

Refrain (2x)

The Revolution Will Not Be Televised ((aka Your Revolution (DJ Vadim ft. Sarah Jones) - 1999))
Composer(s): Gil Scott-Heron
First release by: Gil Scott-Heron - 1970



You will not be able to stay home, brother
You will not be able to plug in, turn on and cop out
You will not be able to lose yourself on skag and skip
Skip out for beer during commercials
Because the revolution will not be televised

The revolution will not be televised
The revolution will not be brought to you by Xerox
In 4 parts without commercial interruptions
The revolution will not show you pictures of Nixon
blowing a bugle and leading a charge by John
Mitchell, General Abrams and Spiro Agnew to eat
hog maws confiscated from a Harlem sanctuary
The revolution will not be televised

The revolution will not be brought to you by the 
Schaefer Award Theatre and will not star Natalie
Woods and Steve McQueen or Bullwinkle and Julia
The revolution will not give your mouth sex appeal
The revolution will not get rid of the nubs
The revolution will not make you look five pounds
thinner, because the revolution will not be televised, Brother

There will be no pictures of you and Willie May
pushing that shopping cart down the block on the dead run
or trying to slide that color television into a stolen ambulance
NBC will not be able predict the winner at 8:32
or report from 29 districts
The revolution will not be televised

There will be no pictures of pigs shooting down
brothers in the instant replay
There will be no pictures of pigs shooting down
brothers in the instant replay
There will be no pictures of Whitney Young being
run out of Harlem on a rail with a brand new process
There will be no slow motion or still life of Roy
Wilkens strolling through Watts in a Red, Black and
Green liberation jumpsuit that he had been saving
For just the proper occasion

Green Acres, The Beverly Hillbillies, and Hooterville
Junction will no longer be so damned relevant, and
women will not care if Dick finally gets down with
Jane on Search for Tomorrow because Black people
will be in the street looking for a brighter day
The revolution will not be televised

There will be no highlights on the eleven o'clock
news and no pictures of hairy armed women
liberationists and Jackie Onassis blowing her nose
The theme song will not be written by Jim Webb
Francis Scott Key, nor sung by Glen Campbell, Tom
Jones, Johnny Cash, Englebert Humperdink, or the Rare Earth
The revolution will not be televised

The revolution will not be right back after a message
bout a white tornado, white lightning, or white people
You will not have to worry about a dove in your
bedroom, a tiger in your tank, or the giant in your toilet bowl
The revolution will not go better with Coke
The revolution will not fight the germs that may cause bad breath
The revolution will put you in the driver's seat

The revolution will not be televised, will not be televised
will not be televised, will not be televised
The revolution will be no re-run brothers
The revolution will be live

Clash City Rockers
Composer(s): Topper Headon - Paul Simonon - Joe Strummer - Michael Geoffrey Jones
First release by: The Clash - 1978
Covered by multiple other artists



An' I wanna move the town to the clash city rockers
You need a little jump of electrical shockers
You better leave town if you only wanna knock us
Nothing stands the pressure of the clash city rockers

You see the rate they come down the escalator
Now listen to the tube train accelerator
Then you realise that you got to have a purpose
Or this place is gonna knock you out sooner or later

So don't complain about your useless employment
Jack it in forever tonight
Or shut your mouth and pretend you enjoy it
Think of all the money you've got

An' I wanna liquefy everybody gone dry
Or plug into the aerials that poke up in the sky
Or burn down the suburbs with the half-closed eyes
You won't succeed unless you try

You owe me a move say the bells of St. Groove
Come on and show me say the bells of Old Bowie
When I am fitter say the bells of Gary Glitter
No one but you and I say the bells of Prince Far-I
No one but you and I say the bells of Prince Far-I

An' I wanna move the town to the clash city rockers
You need a little jump of electrical shockers
You better leave town if you only wanna knock us
Nothing stands the pressure of the clash city rockers
Rock rock Clash city rockers 

Rescue Me
Composer(s): Madonna; Shep Pettibone
Performer(s): Madonna



I'm talking, I'm talking
I believe in the power of love
I'm singing, I'm singing
I believe that you can rescue me

With you I'm not a little girl, with you I'm not a man
When all the hurt inside of me comes out, you understand
You see that I'm ferocious, you see that I am weak
You see that I am silly, and pretentious and a freak

But I don't feel too strange for you
Don't know exactly what you do
I think when love is pure you try
To understand the reasons why
And I prefer this mystery
It cancels out my misery
And gives me hope that there could be
A person that loves me

Rescue me (rescue me, it's hard to believe)
Your love has given me hope
Rescue me (rescue me, it's hard to believe)
I'm drowning, baby throw out your rope

With you I'm not a fascist, can't play you like a toy
And when I need to dominate, you're not my little boy
You see that I am hungry for a life of understanding
And you forgive my angry little heart when she's demanding
You bring me to my knees while I'm scratching out the eyes
Of a world I want to conquer, and deliver, and despise
And right while I am kneeling there
I suddenly begin to care
And understand that there could be
A person that loves me

Rescue me (rescue me, it's hard to believe)
Your love has given me hope
Rescue me (rescue me, it's hard to believe)
I'm drowning, baby throw out your rope

Love is understanding
It's hard to believe life can be so demanding
I'm sending out an S.O.S.
Stop me from drowning baby I'll do the rest

Rescue me
Your love has given me hope (your love has given me hope)
Rescue me
I'm drowning, baby throw out your rope (baby throw out your rope)
Rescue me
Your love has given me hope (your love has given me hope)
Rescue me
I'm drowning, baby throw out your rope (baby throw out your rope)

Ooh ahh, ooh ahh, love is understanding
Ooh ahh, ooh ahh, love is understanding

Love is understanding
It's hard to believe life can be so demanding
I'm sending out an S.O.S.
Rescue me, rescue me

It's not my business to decide
How good you are for me
How valuable you are
And what the world can see
Only that you try to understand me
And have the courage to love me for me

(I believe in the power, I believe you can rescue me)

I believe (I believe in the power)
I believe that you can rescue me
I believe (I believe in the power)
I believe that you can rescue me

I'm singing I believe
I believe that you can rescue me
I'm singing, I'm singing, I'm singing
I believe that you can rescue me

I'm talking, I'm talking
I believe in the power of love
I'm talking, I'm talking
I believe in the power of love

I'm singing, I'm singing, I believe
I believe that you can rescue me

Hey hey, hey hey
R.E.S.C.U.E. me
Only you can rescue me
Hey hey, hey...
(I believe you can rescue me)
(I believe in the power)
(I believe you can rescue me)

The Young New Mexican Puppeteer
Composer(s): Leon Carr - Earl Shuman
First release by: Tom Jones - 1972



In a town near Albequerqe
Lived a most concerned young boy
He said lately I have noticed
Folks don't live with peace and joy

With frowns and worry on their faces
They're lost and don't know where to go
He said I'll get the people straightened
By putting on a puppet show

The young New Mexican puppeteer
He saw the people all lived in fear
He thought that maybe they'd listen to
A puppet telling them what to do

You know he got some string and he got some wood
He did some carving and he was good
And folks came running so they could hear
The young New Mexican puppeteer

First he carved out young Abe Lincoln
Abe will teach 'em civil rights
Then a king named Martin Luther
So they'd recall his peacefull fight

Old Mark Twain, his wit and wisdom
Will surely show them life is fun
But he smiled with satisfaction
When the prince of peace was done

The young New Mexican puppeteer
He saw the people all lived in fear
He thought that maybe they'd listen to
A puppet telling them what to do

You know he got some string and he got some wood
He did some carving and he was good
And folks came running so they could hear
The young New Mexican puppeteer

Now his puppet shows were clever
And he made the people laugh
When he got across the message
To walk along lifes open path

They built him his own puppet theatre
Decked out with spotlights yellow and red
And then they wrote him up in all the papers
And this is what the story said

It said...

The young New Mexican puppeteer
He saw the people all lived in fear
He thought that maybe they would listen to
A puppet telling them what to do

You know he got some string and he got some wood
He did some carving and he was good
And folks came running so they could hear
The young New Mexican puppeteer

The Revenge Of Vera Gemini
Composer(s): Albert Bouchard - Patti Smith
Performer(s): Blue Öyster Cult



You're boned like a saint
With the consciousness of a snake

You're the kind of girl
I'd like to find
Face like an angel
But you're boned like the devil

Your eyes have shifted from me
Everyone saw what you did
You have slipped from beneath me
Like a false and nervous squid

Oh no more horses horses
We're gonna swim like a fish
Into the hole, in which you planned to ditch me
My lovely Vera Marie

You planned to leave me cold
But you'll never get your wish
On the 24th of May
I'll gather up your reins

You filled me with a vengeance
And you touched me with your breath
I'm gonna pull you from this dance
You're gonna ride so easily

Oh no more horses horses
We're gonna swim like a fish
Into the hole, in which you planned to ditch me
My lovely Vera Marie

I was your victim
I was well deceived
Hell's built on regret
But I love your naked neck

And evil lies that you told me
Could make me believe your two-faced
Because two faces have you
And they're both gonna go

Oh no more horses horses
We're gonna swim like a fish
Into the hole, in which you planned to ditch me
My lovely Vera Gemini

Claroscuro
Composer(s): Luis Eduardo Aute
Performer(s): Luis Eduardo Aute



En continuo claroscuro
se transcurre el pensamiento
encerrado en cuatro muros
de amenazas
que no entiendo

Claroscuro de penumbras
que atormenta el pensamiento
capturado por las dudas
fustigado como un siervo

Rescue Me
Composer(s): Raynard Miner; Carl Smith
Performer(s): Fontella Bass



Verse 1:

Rescue me
Take me in your arms
Rescue me
I want your tender charm
'Cause I'm lonely
And I'm blue
I need you
And your love too
Come on and rescue me

Chorus 1:

Come on, baby, and rescue me
Come on, baby, and rescue me
'Cause I need you by my side
Can't you see that I'm lonely

Verse 2:

Rescue me
Come on and take my heart
Take your love and conquer every part
'Cause I'm lonely
And I'm blue
I need you
And your love too
Come on and rescue me

[repeat chorus 1]

[repeat intro]

[repeat verse 1]

Chorus 2:

(Come on baby)
Take me baby (take me baby)
Hold me baby (hold me baby)
Love me baby (love me baby)
Can't you see I need you baby
Can't you see that I'm lonely

Chorus 3:

Rescue me
Come on and take my hand
C'mon, baby and be my man
'Cause I love you
'Cause I want you
Can't you see that I'm lonely

Chorus 4:

Mmm-hmm (mmm-hmm)
Mmm-hmm (mmm-hmm)
Take me baby (take me baby)
Love me baby (love me baby)
Need me baby (need me baby)
Mmm-hmm (mmm-hmm)
Can't you see that I'm lonely

The Return Of The Red Baron
Performer(s): The Royal Guardsmen



(plane crash, laughing and "Der curse little klinehund Snoopy")
You remember that baron flying high in the sky
When Snoopy shot him down with a gleam in his eye
But that baron had leaped from his blood-red plane
Just before it burst into a ball of flame
Snoopy circled back to check his kill
Saw the bloody red baron standing high on a hill
Then he swooped down low
Shouted "Curse you red baron!"
The German shook his fist you could hear him swear "Ach der lieber!"
Hey watch out little Snoopy
You're really in a mess
You thought you were through with the bloody red baron
But it looks like he's not down yet
Then a cry went up all over the land
The bloody red baron would strike again
But brave little Snoopy said "Never fear"
As he headed for his plane all the people cheered (Yeeaaaahhhh!)
Hey watch out little Snoopy
You're really in a mess
You thought you were through with the bloody red baron
But it looks like he's not down yet
Snoopy blazed a trail straight across the sea
Searching in vain for his enemy
Then he found that German trying to fix his plane
A-sweatin' and a-cussin' about to go insane
Take it

Snoopy landed for a pistol duel
The baron was worried
Snoopy was cool
He fired a shot and missed
Started to run
Before Snoopy had a chance to raise his gun
Hey watch out red baron
Snoopy is on your trail
One of these days he's gonna make you pay
And you'll go straight to
Well watch out red baron
Snoopy is on your trail
One of these days he's gonna make you pay
And you'll go straight to
Well watch out red baron...

Clarabella
Composer(s): Frank Pingatore
First recording/First release by: The Jodimars - 1956
Covered by multiple other artists



Well, I got a baby... crazy for me
Yeah, I got a baby... won't let me be
Woh, baby baby, Clarabella
Baby baby, Clarabella
Baby baby, wo wo, yeah uh
Well, she needs no coachin' on makin' love
All she needs is the stars up above
Woh, baby baby, Clarabella
Baby baby, Clarabella
Baby baby, wo wo, yeah uh
Ahh! Woo hoo
Well now, Clarabella. You're my honey, Clarabella
Ooh yeah now, Clarabella
I said you're my baby
Clarabella
Yeah, Clarabella, baby
Wo wo, yeah yeh
Well, she's got no time for a dungeries
Already knows her ABC's
Woh, baby baby, Clarabella
Baby baby, Clarabella
Baby baby, wo wo, yeah yeh
Ahh ow! Woo
Well now, Clarabella
Yeah. You're my honey, Clarabella
Woo ooh- You're my baby, Clarabella
You're my honey, Clarabella
Yeah, Clarabella, baby
Wo wo, yeah heh yeah, oh yeah

Requiem Pour Un Twister
Composer(s): Serge Gainsbourg
Performer(s): Serge Gainsbourg



Dites-moi avez vous connu Charlie?
Le contraire m'eût étonné
Il n'est pas une boîte qu'il n'ait fréquentée
Quel noceur!
Requiem pour un twister

Dites-moi l'avez-vous connu à jeun?
Le contraire m'eût étonné
Il n'est pas soir qu'il ne fût bourré
Quel farceur!
Requiem pour un twister

Dites-moi étiez vous amoureuse de lui?
Le contraire m'eût étonné
Il n'est pas une femme qui lui ait résisté
Quel tombeur!
Requiem pour un twister

Dites-moi tout ça n'pouvait pas durer
Le contraire m'eût étonné
Je crois quant à moi que c'est le cœur qui a lâché
Quelle horreur!
Requiem pour un twister

The Return Of Abdul Abulbul Amir
Composer(s): Frank Crumit
Performer(s): Frank Crumit



By the sea of Sargossa I wandered one night
The moon it was shining quite clear
For no reason at all I heard someone call
For Abdul Abulbul Amir

Now Abdul Abulbul I knew to be dead
The story had spread near and far
How he lost his life while plunging his knife
Into Ivan Skavinsky Skavar

While I pondered the moonbeams descended quite low
Casting shadows suffusely, and then
I discovered that I was standing close by
The tombs of those two famous men

Then in the tombs shadows there rose from a grave
The form of a Russian Hussar
And my skin nearly peeled, as he stood there revealed
It was Ivan Skavinsky Skavar

'Twas he who was calling, I hardly dared breathe
My heart 'most stopped beating from fear
When out of a grave, in need of a shave
Arose Abdul Abulbul Amir

"Well, wouldst speak with me Ivan?", quoth Abdul quite low
"I wouldst", replied Ivan quite clear
"That quarrel we had, 'twas all to the bad
Friend Abdul Abulbul Amir"

"I've lain here for ages with that on my mind
And that's why I called you tonight"
"Well, I'm in the same state", quoth Abdul the great
"Twas foolish for we two to fight"

"Oh friend, thou art blameless", cried Ivan in haste
"The fault lies in my hands alone"
But Abdul said "Nay, 'twas never that way
The fault was no one's but mine own"

"Well, dost think I'm a coward?", quoth Ivan Skavar
"Step forth and I'll slice off thine ear"
"Oh, son of a cat, you'll never do that"
Quoth Abdul Abulbul Amir

So once more they battled and fought as before
The multitudes came from afar
And lauded with cheers these bold buccaneers
This Turk, and this Russian Hussar

The ghost of the Czar on a fiery black steed
Came rushing to witness the fray
While the Sultan sat there in his royal gold chair
It was just like a scene from a play

'Twas just at that moment each sword found its mark
And I heard a blood-curdling scream
I opened my eyes and to my surprise
I found it was only a dream

Clara Barton
Performer(s): Country Joe McDonald



Every time in the world someone receives first aid
You can thank Clara Barton for the life that is saved
She lived out her life in a world ruled by men
Every time they knocked her down she got back up again
Clara Barton
Civil war veterans with tears in their eyes
Told how she braved the battle just to save their lives
She never ran from the shot and the shell
Bringing aid and comfort in the midst of hell
And even then at the war's very end
When the prisoners were lost and without friends
She helped families to find those that they loved
A professional angel sent from up above
Thank the lord for Clara Barton and long live her name
The American Red Cross is her claim to fame
When you see a Red Cross worker in a time of flood or war
Take a moment to remember... and thank the lord... for Clara Barton!

Rosas En El Mar
Composer(s): Luis Eduardo Aute
Performer(s): Luis Eduardo Aute;
and various other artists



Voy buscando un amor
que quiera comprender
la alegría y el dolor
la ira y el placer
un bello amor sin un final
que olvidé para perdonar
es más fácil encontrar
rosas en el mar

Rosas en el mar

Voy buscando la razón
de tanta falsedad
La mentira es obsesión
y falsa la verdad
Qué ganarán, qué perderán
si todo esto pasará
es más fácil encontrar
rosas en el mar

Rosas en el mar

Voy pidiendo libertad
y no quería oír
Es una necesidad
para poder vivir
La libertad, la libertad
derecho de la humanidad
Es más fácil encontrar
rosas en el mar

Rosas en el mar