The Song Is Familiar
Composer(s): Bernie Worrell - Bootsy Collins - George Clinton - William Collins
Performer(s): Funkadelic



There is a song that I sing whenever I'm sad, feeling bad
There is a place in my head that I go when I'm feeling low

I can trust in the melody, in this song I can find me
Ever since I lost you, I've been so lost too
In our love there is harmony, and I want to see this love through with you

There is a song you can sing
When the love you had is love gone bad
There is a place you can go
There's a quiet place...all you gotta do is space

There is a song that I sing whenever I'm sad, feeling bad
There is a place in my head that I go, when I'm feeling low

To my song I can relate and I don't got to syncopate
Every word is in time, on time, at all times
In our love there is harmony, and I want to see this love through with you

There is a song you can sing whenever you're sad, feeling bad
There is a quiet place, you can go, when you're feeling low

There is a song you can sing
When the love you had is love gone bad
There is a place you can go
There's a quiet place...all you gotta do is space

There is a song that I sing whenever I'm sad, feeling bad
There is a place in my head that I go, when I'm feeling low

{repeat}...

The Sheriff
Composer(s): Carl Palmer - Greg Lake - Keith Emerson
Performer(s): Emerson, Lake & Palmer



Wicked Josie rode away
In the sunset covered sky
A lynching mob had strung his friend up
Right before his eyes
He didn't know what they'd both done
He sure as hell would end up one
A hot tin notch on the sheriff's gun
If he didn't move on
Get out of here

The sheriff followed Josie's journey
From Kansas in the West
He said he'd put a bullet right
Through poor old Josie's chest
But Josie wasn't like the rest
He don't like bullet holes in his vest
In fact he'd do his very best
Don't want any arrest
Don't want to be the guest
Of the sheriff

The nights got so damned cold
He couldn't stand the pace
He looked again for sheriff's men
But couldn't see the chase
Josie found a nice warm place
But then the sheriff solved the case
Hoped to find Josie's face
And said lookie here...

Sheriff rode him into town
With Josie look inside
He didn't know about the six-gun
Wicked Josie had
Then Josie drew his gun real fast
Gave the sheriff one big blast
And Josie was a song at last
A legend from the past
Nobody ever messed with the sheriff

Coffee Time
Composer(s): Harry Warren; Arthur Freed
Performer(s): Fred Astaire
and various other artists



Coffee time, my dreamy friend, it's coffee time
Let's sing this silly little rhyme
And have a cup of coffee

Java time, my happy chum, let's have a time
We'll celebrate for just a dime
And have a cup of coffee

Greetin' time, the music box is beatin' time
It's good old-fashioned meetin' time
We're in the pink, so come and clink
And let's drink a cup of coffee

Coffee time, my dreamy friend, it's coffee time
Let's sing this silly little rhyme
And have a cup of coffee

Coffee time, my dreamy friend it's coffee time
Let's sing this silly little rhyme
And have a cup of coffee
And have a cup of coffee
And have a cup of coffee

Ride Captain Ride
Composer(s): Skip Konte;
Frank Konte; Mike Pinera
Performer(s): The Blues Image;
and various other artists



Seventy-three men sailed up
From the San Francisco Bay
Rolled off of their ship
And here's what they had to say
"We're callin' everyone to ride along
To another shore
We can laugh our lives away
and be free once more"
But no one heard them callin'
No one came at all
'Cause they were too busy watchin'
Those old raindrops fall
As a storm was blowin'
Out on the peaceful sea
Seventy-three men sailed off
To history
Ride, captain ride
Upon your mystery ship
Be amazed at the friends
You have here on your trip
Ride captain ride
Upon your mystery ship
On your way to a world
That others might have missed

Seventy-three men sailed up
From the San Francisco Bay
Got off their ship
And here's what they had to say
"We're callin' everyone to ride along
To another shore
We can laugh our lives away
And be free once more"
Ride, captain ride
Upon your mystery ship
Be amazed at the friends
You have here on your trip
Ride, captain ride
Upon your mystery ship
On your way to a world
That others might have missed
Ride, captain ride
Upon your mystery ship
Be amazed at the friends
You have here on your trip

The Song Is Ended (But The Melody Lingers On)
Composer(s): Irving Berlin
First recording/First release by: Whispering Jack Smith - 1927/1928
Covered by multiple other artists



My thoughts go back to a heavenly dance
A moment of bliss we spent
Our hearts were filled with a song of romance
As into the night we went
And sang to our hearts' content

The song is ended
But the melody lingers on
You and the song are gone
But the melody lingers on

The night was splendid
And the melody seemed to say
"Summer will pass away
Take your happiness while you may"

There 'neath the light of the moon
We sang a love song that ended too soon

The moon descended
And I found with the break of dawn
You and the song had gone

The Shelter Of Your Arms
Composer(s): Napoleon XIV
First release by: Sammy Davis Jr. - 1964



In this cold world
No matter where I go
The crowds are all the same

And they among just
Evil in the sand
A face without a name

Nobody gives a hang
For what I say or do
But you
And in the shelter of your arms
I find peace and comfort and care
For I am wanted there

In this cold world
You struggle to survive
And sometimes you can fall

You'd think someone
Would lend a helping hand
They'd sooner see you crawl

But just when life itself
Seems more than I can bear
You're there
And in the shelter of your arms
I find strength and safety and then
I rise and start again

Just give me one good reason
To go on living
To keep on trying
For what, I ask you for what
If not for you
And all your love
To see me through

But just when life itself
Seems more than I can bear
You're there
And in the shelter of your arms
I find strength and safety and then
I rise and start again

Coffee In The Morning, Kisses In The Night
Composer(s): Harry Warren; Al Dubin
Performer(s): The Boswell Sisters
and various other artists



I've got a mission, it's just a simple thing
I've only one ambition, to have the right to bring you
Your coffee in the morning
And kisses in the night

It's my desire to do as I am told
To have what you require, and never have it cold, Dear
Your coffee in the morning
And kisses in the night

Though wedding bells sound sad and dirgy
Though wedding ties may spoil the fun
Without the benefit of clergy
Oh, I'm afraid it can't be done

It isn't formal, but with a wedding ring
It's natural, it's normal to give you everything from
Your coffee in the morning
Your kisses in the night

Ride Away
Composer(s): Bill Dees; Roy Orbison
Performer(s): Roy Orbison



Two wheels a turnin'
One girl a yearnin'
Big motor burnin' the road

I'll ride the highway
I'm going my way
I'll leave a story untold

Pretty girls behind me but pretty girls are everywhere
Big motor wind up, ride away from here

Ride away

She won't approve of things I do or what I am
And I don't really give a ...... I understand
But she'll never see that I'll never be
Any one but me

She thinks she needs me, she cries for me
But I know she's lying, crying for others to see
What can I say, I'll just ride away

Big motor run run (background) ride ride away
Ride on away from big motor run run 
Heart-ache and misery

I'm bound to wander
Way over yonder
Someone be waitin' just for me

True love to cling to, I need a dream to share
Someone to know me, Someone to show me they care

Ride away, ride away
>From tears and sorrow
Like there's no tomorrow

Tonight I'll ride away

The Song From Moulin Rouge (aka Where Is Your Heart)
((Danish Version: Hvor Er Dit Hjerte (Sangen Fra Moulin Rouge) (Gustav Winckler) - 1953))
Composer(s): William Engvick - Georges Auric
First performance by: Muriel Smith - 1952
Covered by multiple other artists



Whenever we kiss
I worry and wonder
Your lips may be near
But where is your heart?

It's always like this
I worry and wonder
You're close to me here
But where is your heart?

It's a sad thing to realise
That you've a heart that never melts
When we kiss, do you close your eyes
Pretending that I'm someone else?

You must break the spell
This cloud that I'm under
So please won't you tell
Darling, where is your heart?

Shawl Of Galway Grey
Composer(s): Hershall Kennedy
Performer(s): Margaret Whiting



She was young and she was pretty and her heart was bright and gay
And she won him so completely in her shawl of galway grey
In her eyes a love was shining like the moonlight on the bay
But her love was for another neath her shawl of galway grey

When the vesper bells were ringing a smile came to her face
For her fisher boy she waited, no one could ever take his place
In her heart there's still a memory and it's there twill always stay
Of the love he left behind him neath a shawl of galway grey

When the vesper bells were ringing a smile came to her face
For her fisher boy she waited, no one could ever take his place
In her heart there's still a memory and it's there twill always stay 
Of the love he left behind him neath a shawl of galway grey

Coffee Club
Composer(s): Gary Kemp
Performer(s): Spandau Ballet



Matthew didn't stay home
he went abroad instead
journeys to glory breathing in his head
got caught up with shoe horns
but he could'nt get a shine
Matthew bought the rap
and read the map without a sign.
Contort yourself on disco
with a rap trap white and brown
caught within the spinning
the key-chain gang went down
no coffee club will have the rub
when product is your answer
discuss the man, he'll break your plan
it's deep within the dancer...
Wear it on your back now
and summerise your vision
on the train and through the strain
your own soul decision
well she had a certain shimmer
she sleeps with him tonight
stifled love decides where I'm dreaming...
No coffee club will have the rub
when product is your answer
discuss the man, he'll break your plan
it's deep within the dancer...

Ride A White Swan
Composer(s): Marc Bolan
Performer(s): Marc Bolan & T. Rex;
and various other artists



Ride it on out like a bird in the sky ways
Ride it on out like you were a bird
Fly it all out like an eagle in a sunbeam
Ride it on out like you were a bird

Wear a tall hat like a druid in the old days
Wear a tall hat and a tatooed gown
Ride a white swan like the people of the Beltane
Wear your hair long, babe you can't go wrong

Catch a bright star and a place it on your fore-head
Say a few spells and baby, there you go
Take a black cat and sit it on your shoulder
And in the morning you'll know all you know, oh

Wear a tall hat like a druid in the old days
Wear a tall hat and a tatooed gown
Ride a white swan like the people of the Beltane
Wear your hair long, babe you can't go wrong

Da-da-da-di-di-da, da-da-da-di-di-da ....

The Son Of Irving
Performer(s): Frank Gallop



You remember how Irving got three slugs in the belly?
How it happened outside the Frontier Deli?
How he lived by his gun and died by his gun?
Well, no one knew fat Irving had a son 

Named Seymour
Tall, slim Seymour
Tall, slim, excellent-looking Seymour
Son of the hundred and forty-second fastest gun in the West 

He had steamy eyes and stood six-foot four
When he walked in the bar, he filled the door
He had a gun in one hand, and the folks would stare
'Cause in his other hand, he had a teddy bear

Seymour
Tall, sissy Seymour
Tall, excellent-looking, sissy Seymour
Son of the hundred and forty-second fastest gun in the West

Seymour was dressed in boots magenta
By his mother, Esther, a dance hall yente
She had one goal, and he never mocked her
She dreamed he'd marry a lady doctor

Seymour
Momma's boy Seymour
Excellent-looking, big baby Seymour
Son of the hundred and forty-second fastest gun in the West 

One day Seymour rode into town
Billy the Kid was waitin' to shoot him down
Seymour disguised himself in a dress and bustle
And rode out of town as Lillian Russell 

Seymour
Side-saddled Seymour
Tall, really excellent-looking Seymour
Son of the hundred and forty-second fastest gun in the West 

But then Seymour made Bad Max a dare
There stood Seymour, one hand on his gun and one on his teddy bear
But Bad Max shot Seymour down in the high noon sun
Stupid Seymour had drawn his teddy, and hugged his gun

Seymour
Mortally wounded Seymour
Not so excellent-looking Seymour
Dead, dum-dum Seymour
Truly, the son of the hundred and forty-second fastest gun in the West
Really

The Shape I'm In
Composer(s): Lee Cathy - Otis Blackwell
First release by: Kenny Lee Martin - 1958
Covered by multiple other artists



I can't go, I can't stay
It's your fault, I'm this way
I ain't ever been, hmm, the shape I'm in
I can't sit, I can't stand
This feeling is so grand
Hoping it never ends, hmm, the shape I'm in
You tell me no, then you tell me yes
You keep my mind a wreck
I'm not gonna ever rest, I'm gonna get you yeah
I feel good, I feel bad
I feel happy, I feel sad
But I love you all over again
I love being in the shape I'm in
Yeah!

I can't go, I can't stay
It's your fault, I'm this way
I ain't ever been, hmm, the shape I'm in
I can't sit, I can't stand
This feeling is so grand
Hoping it never ends, hmm, the shape I'm in
You tell me no, then you tell me yes
You keep my mind a wreck
I'm not gonna ever rest, I'm gonna get you yeah
I feel good, I feel bad
I feel happy, I feel sad
But I love you all over again
I love being in the shape I'm in
Yeah!

Coffee Blues
Composer(s): Mississippi John Hurt
Performer(s): Mississippi John Hurt



This is the "Coffee Blues", I likes a certain brand
- Maxwell's House - it's good till the last drop
just like it says on the can 
I used to have a girl cookin' a good Maxwell House 
She moved away
Some said to Memphis and some said to Leland, but I found her 
I wanted her to cook me some good Maxwell's House 
You understand, if I can get me just a spoonful of Maxwell's House
do me much good as two or three cups this other coffee

I've got to go to Memphis, bring her back to Leland
I wanna see my baby 'bout a lovin' spoonful, my lovin' spoonful
Well, I'm just got to have my lovin'

Good mornin', baby, how you do this mornin'?
Well, please, ma'am, just a lovin' spoon
just a lovin' spoonful
I declare, I got to have my lovin' spoonful

My baby packed her suitcase and she went away
I couldn't let her stay for my lovin'
my lovin' spoonful
Well, I'm just got to have my lovin'

Good mornin', baby, how you do this mornin'?
Well, please, ma'am, just a lovin' spoon
just a lovin' spoonful
I declare, I got to have my lovin' spoonful

Well, the preacher in the pulpit, jumpin' up and down
He laid his bible down for his lovin'
Ain't Maxwell House all right?
Well, I'm just got to have my lovin'

Riddle Me This
Composer(s): E.Y. Harburg; Lewis Gensler
Performer(s): Abe Lyman;
and various other artists



Where do we turn, where do we go?
Riddle me this
Who's the mastermind of the puppet show?
Riddle me this

Whom do we pay? Who's the croupier?
Riddle me this
Who's the one that sweeps all the stakes away?
Riddle me this

Love a little, sin a little
Play the game and win a little
Only to lose

Listen to the money jingle
Isn't it a funny jingle?
Ending with blues

What is the song? What is the rhyme?
Riddle me this
Are there any odds on the wheel of time?
Riddle me this

The Son Of Hickory Holler's Tramp
Composer(s): Dallas Frazier
First release by: Johnny Darrell - 1967
Covered by multiple other artists



Oh, the path was deep and wide
From footsteps leading to our cabin
Above the door there burned a scarlet lamp
And late at night a hand would knock
And there would stand a stranger
Yes, I'm the son of Hickory Holler's tramp

Yeah, the weeds were high, the corn was dry
When daddy took to drinking
Him and Sally Walker, they up and ran away
Then Momma shed a silent tear
And promised fourteen children
"I swear you'll never see a hungry day"

When Momma sacrificed her pride
The neighbours started talking
But we were much too young
To understand the things they said
All we really cared about
Was Momma's chicken dumplings
And a goodnight kiss
Before we went to bed

Oh, you know, the path was deep and wide
From footsteps leading to our cabin
Above the door there burned a scarlet lamp
And late at night a hand would knock
And there would stand a stranger
Yes, I'm the son of Hickory Holler's tramp

When Daddy left and destitution
Came upon our family
Not one neighbour volunteered
To lend a helping hand
So just let 'em gossip all they want
She loved us, and she raised us
The proof is standing here
A full grown man

Last summer Momma passed away
And left the ones who loved her
Each and every one is
More than grateful for their birth
And each Sunday she receives
A big bouquet of fourteen roses
With a card that reads
'The Greatest Mom on Earth'

Oh, you know, the path was deep and wide
From footsteps leading to our cabin
Above the door there burned a scarlet lamp
And late at night a hand would knock
And there would stand a stranger
Yes, I'm the son of Hickory Holler's tramp

The Shadow Of Your Smile
Composer(s): Johnny Mandel - Paul Francis Webster
First release by: Johnny Mandel - 1965
Covered by multiple other artists

Versions In Other Languages:
1966 - Le Sourire De Mon Amour (Juliette Gréco)
1968 - Ten' Tvoei Ulibki (Emil Gorovets)



One day we walked along the sand 
one day in early spring...
You held a piper in your hand 
to mend it's broken wing 
Now, I'll remember many a day 
an' many a lonely mile 
The echo of a piper's song 
an' the shadow of a smile! 

The shadow of your smile 
when you are gone...
will color all my dreams 
and light the dawn...
Look into my eyes, my love, and see 
all the lovely things you are... you are to me! 

Our wistful little star 
was far too high...
A teardrop kissed your lips 
and so did I... 
Now, when I remember spring 
all the joy that love can bring...
I will be remembering
the shadow of your smile! 

Now, when I remember spring
all the joy that love can bring...
I will be remembering
the shadow of your smile!

Coeur Solitaire
Composer(s): Pierre Papadiamandis
Performer(s): Eddy Mitchell



Cœur solitaire
Tête dans les rêves
J' me méfie d' tout et d' toi
J'veux pas plonger

Cœur solitaire
Un peu amer
J' veux t'aider, oui mais moi
J' peux pas t'aimer

Moi je ne tiens pas la route
Toi tu grilles les stops
Tu survis à tes amours
Aux ondes de choc
T'aimes les 'loosers' superbes
Je n' suis qu'un cœur solitaire
T'as trop envie
De t'raconter
Tes lendemains manqués
Passés, brisés

Cœur solitaire
Mais sans mystère
J' fais semblant de te sauver
Pour m' protéger

Pour moi vivre dans le doute
C'est ma vérité
Tu te réfugies dans le Blues
Hors réalité
T'aimes les 'loosers' superbes
Je n' suis qu'un cœur solitaire

Cœur solitaire
Tête dans les rêves
J' me méfie d' tout et d' toi
J'veux pas plonger

Cœur solitaire
Un peu amer
J' veux t'aider, oui mais moi
J' peux pas t'aimer

Cœur solitaire
Tête dans les rêves
J' me méfie d' tout et d' toi
J'veux pas plonger

Cœur solitaire
Un peu amer
J' veux t'aider, oui mais moi
J' peux pas t'aimer

Riddle House
Composer(s): Howard
Performer(s): The Boys Next Door



The street is very wide
and I can't see across it
my house isn't clear to me
the cars move in between

Chorus
And I say: Question
when is a door not a door???
and I say: "That's not right!
answer when it's a jar

The numbers soft as soap
and tend to bend in addition
they're much too wan for me
I'd prefer some consistancy

Chorus

The windows open wide
but I can't see out of it
the view is not very there
some-times I look for it

Chorus