Thing About You
Composer(s): Tom Petty
Performer(s): Emmylou Harris & Southern Pacific



I'm not much on mystery 
Yeah you gotta be careful what you dream 
I thought this might pass with time 
Yeah I thought I was satisfied 

But oh baby let me tell you 
I got a thing about you 
Baby let me tell you 
I got a thing about you 
It don't matter what you say 
It don't matter what you do 
I, I, I, got a thing about you 

Somewhere deep in the middle of the night 
Lovers hold each other tight 
Whisper in their anxious ears 
Words of love that disappear 

But oh baby let me tell you 
I got a thing about you 
Baby let me tell you 
I got a thing about you 
It don't matter what you say 
It don't matter what you do 
I, I, I, got a thing about you 

Baby you hold some strange control over me 
Yeah it's so wild it hypnotizes me 

Thine Alone
Composer(s): Giacomo Puccini - Victor Herbert - Henry Blossom
Performer(s): Mario Lanza
and multiple other artists



Tell me why there is a doubt within thy heart
My own, tell me why
I but fear the time will come when we must part
Alas, I should die!
Evermore, by day or night
I'll dream of you, my darling
My love is but thine

Thine alone in thine arms
Then for me my beloved
let thine eyes look fondly into mine
For thy love there's a spell
Too wondrous to tell
'Tis a rapture that's all divine!

So within thy tender arms enfold me
For thy loss the world would not atone!
Dear love I swear that I will e'er be true
And forever thine alone
Thine alone!

Thief In The Night
Composer(s): Leonard Bartley - Harvel Hart
Performer(s): Kiss



Far off in the distance, a shape in the night, alright
On a mission of mercy, if the price is right, it was
He tries to possess her, and she fights
He's a ritual slayer
But they done good
And now he's praying
For it's his turn to cry

Like a thief in the night, she breaks into his heart
Like a thief in the night, alright, alright
Like a thief in the night, she never leaves a mark
Like a thief in the night, alright...

In a hotel chamber, on a cryptic note
And where there's fire, there's gotta be smoke
Footsteps in the twilight, and red hands round his throat
It's a ritual slaying, loves things that are dead
And now he's praying
But there's no turning back

Like a... 

Thick As A Brick 
Composer(s): Ian Anderson
First recording/First release by: Jethro Tull - 1971/1972



Really don't mind if you sit this one out
My words but a whisper -- your deafness a Shout
I may make you feel but I can't make you think
Your sperm's in the gutter -- your love's in the sink
So you ride yourselves over the fields and you make all your animal deals 
and your wise men don't know how it feels to be thick as a brick
And the sand-castle virtues are all swept away in the tidal destruction, the moral melee
The elastic retreat rings the close of play as the last wave uncovers the newfangled way
But your new shoes are worn at the heels and your suntan does rapidly peel 
and your wise men don't know how it feels to be thick as a brick

And the love that I feel is so far away
I'm a bad dream that I just had today -- and you shake your head and say it's a shame

Spin me back down the years and the days of my youth
Draw the lace and black curtains and shut out the whole truth
Spin me down the long ages: let them sing the song

See there! A son is born -- and we pronounce him fit to fight
There are black-heads on his shoulders, and he pees himself in the night
We'll
make a man of him
put him to trade
teach him
to play Monopoly not
to sing in the rain

The Poet and the painter casting shadows on the water 
as the sun plays on the infantry returning from the sea
The do-er and the thinker: no allowance for the other 
as the failing light illuminates the mercenary's creed
The home fire burning: the kettle almost boiling 
but the master of the house is far away
The horses standing -- their warm breath clouding
in the sharp and frosty morning of the day
And the poet lifts his pen while the soldier sheaths his sword

And the youngest of the family is moving with authority
Building castles by the sea, he dares the tardy tide to wash them all aside

The cattle quietly grazing at the grass down by the river
where the swelling mountain water moves onward to the sea
the builder of the castles renews the age-old purpose
and contemplates the milking girl whose offer is his need
The young men of the household have
all gone into service and
are not to be expected for a year
The innocent young master -- thoughts moving ever faster 
has formed the plan to change the man he sees
And the poet sheaths his pen while the soldier lifts his sword

And the oldest of the family is moving with authority
A-coming from across the sea, he challenges the son who puts him to the run

What do you do when
the old man's gone -- do you want to be him? 
And your real self sings the song
Do you want to free him?
No one to help you get up steam -- and the whirlpool turns you `way off-beam

Later:
I've come down from the upper class to mend your rotten ways
My father was a man-of-power whom everyone obeyed
So come on all you criminals!
I've got to put you straight just like I did with my old man -- twenty years too late
Your bread and water's going cold
Your hair is too short and neat
I'll judge you all and make damn sure that no-one judges me

You curl your toes in fun as you smile at everyone
You meet the stares; you're unaware that your doings aren't done
And you laugh most ruthlessly as you tell us what not to be
But how are we supposed to see where we should run?
I see you shuffle in the courtroom with
your rings upon your fingers and
your downy little sidies and
your silver-buckle shoes
Playing at the hard case, you follow the example of the comic-paper idol
who lets you bend the rules

So!
Come on ye childhood heroes!
Won't you rise up from the pages of your comic-books
your super crooks
and show us all the way
Well! Make your will and testament
Won't you join your local government?
We'll have Superman for president
let Robin save the day

You put your bet on number one and it comes up every time
The other kids have all backed down and they put you first in line
And so you finally ask yourself just how big you are -- and take your place in a wiser world of bigger motor cars
And you wonder who to call on

So! Where the hell was Biggles when you needed him last Saturday?
And where were all the sportsmen who always pulled you though?
They're all resting down in Cornwall -- writing up their memoirs for a paper-back edition of the Boy Scout Manual

Later:
See there! A man born -- and we pronounce him fit for peace
There's a load lifted from his shoulders with the discovery of his disease
We'll
take the child from him
put it to the test
teach it
to be a wise man
how to fool the rest

Quote:
We will be geared to the average rather than the exceptional
God is an overwhelming responsibility
we walked through the maternity ward and saw 218 babies wearing nylons
cats are on the upgrade
upgrade? Hipgrave 
Oh, Mac

Later:
In the clear white circles of morning wonder
I take my place with the lord of the hills
And the blue-eyed soldiers stand slightly discoloured (in neat little rows)
sporting canvas frills
With their jock-straps pinching, they slouch to attention
while queueing for sarnies at the office canteen
Saying -- how's your granny and good old Ernie: he coughed up a tenner on a premium bond win
The legends (worded in the ancient tribal hymn) lie cradled in the seagull's call
And all the promises they made are ground beneath the sadist's fall
The poet and the wise man stand behind the gun, and signal for the crack of dawn
Light the sun

Do you believe in the day? Do you?
Believe in the day! The Dawn Creation of the Kings has begun
Soft Venus (lonely maiden) brings the ageless one
Do you believe in the day?
The fading hero has returned to the night -- and fully pregnant with the day, wise men endorse the poet's sight
Do you believe in the day? Do you? Believe in the day!

Let me tell you the tales of your life of
your love and the cut of the knife
the tireless oppression
the wisdom instilled
the desire to kill or be killed
Let me sing of the losers who lie in the street as the last bus goes by
The pavements ar empty: the gutters run red -- while the fool toasts his god in the sky

So come all ye young men who are building castles!
Kindly state the time of the year and join your voices in a hellish chorus
Mark the precise nature of your fear
Let me help you pick up your dead as the sins of the father are fed with
the blood of the fools and
the thoughts of the wise and
from the pan under your bed
Let me make you a present of song as
the wise man breaks wind and is gone while
the fool with the hour-glass is cooking his goose and the nursery rhyme winds along

So! Come all ye young men who are building castles!
Kindly state the time of the year and join your voices in a hellish chorus
Mark the precise nature of your fear
See! The summer lightning casts its bolts upon you
and the hour of judgement draweth near
Would you be
the fool stood in his suit of armour or
the wiser man who rushes clear
So! Come on ye childhood heroes!
Won't your rise up from the pages of your comic-books
your super-crooks and
show us all the way.
Well! Make your will and testament
Won't you? Join your local government
We'll have Superman for president
let Robin save the day
So! Where the hell was Biggles when you needed him last Saturday?
And where were all the sportsmen who always pulled you through?
They're all resting down in Cornwall -- writing up their memoirs
for a paper-back edition of the Boy Scout Manual

Of Course:
So you ride yourselves over the fields and
you make all your animal deals and
your wise men don't know how it feels to be thick as a brick

They're Red Hot
Composer(s): Robert Johnson
First release by: Robert Johnson - 1936
Covered by multiple other artists



Hot tamales and they're red hot, yes she got'em for sale
Hot tamales and they're red hot, yes she got'em for sale
I got a girls, say she long and tall
She sleeps in the kitchen with her feets in the hall
Hot tamales and they're red hot, yes she got'em for sale, I mean
Yes, she got'em for sale, yeah 

Hot tamales and they're red hot, yes she got'em for sale
Hot tamales and they're red hot, yes she got'em for sale
She got two for a nickel, got four for a dime
Would sell you more, but they ain't none of mine
Hot tamales and they're red hot, yes she got'em for sale, I mean
Yes, she got'em for sale, yes, yeah 

Hot tamales and they're red hot, yes she got'em for sale
Hot tamales and they're red hot, yes she got'em for sale
I got a letter from a girl in the room
Now she got something good she got to bring home soon, now
Its hot tamales and they're red hot, yes she got em for sale, I mean
Yes, she got'em for sale, yeah 

Hot tamales and they're red hot, yes she got em for sale
Hot tamales and they're red hot, yes she got em for sale
They're too hot boy!
The billy got back in a bumble bee nest
Ever since that he can't take his rest, yeah
Hot tamales and they're red hot, yes you got'em for sale, I mean
Yes, she got'em for sale 

Hot tamales and they're red hot, yes she got'em for sale
Man don't mess around em hot tamales now
'Cause they too black bad, if you mess around em hot tamales
I'm gonna upset your backbone, put your kidneys to sleep
I'll due to break away your liver and dare your heart to beat bout my
Hot tamales 'cause they red hot, yes they got em for sale, I mean
Yes, she got em for sale, yeah 

Hot tamales and they're red hot, yes she got'em for sale
Hot tamales and they're red hot, yes she got'em for sale
You know grandma left and grandpa too
Well I wonder what in the world we chillun gon do now
Hot tamales and they're red hot, yes she got'em for sale, I mean
Yes she got'em for sale 

Hot tamales and they're red hot, yes she got'em for sale
Hot tamales and they're red hot, yes she got'em for sale
Me and my babe bought a V-8 Ford
Well we wind that thing all on the runnin board, yes
Hot tamales and they're red hot, yes she got'em for sale, I mean
Yes she got'em for sale, yeah 

Hot tamales and they're red hot, yes she got'em for sale
They're too hot boy!
Hot tamales and they're red hot, yes, now she got em for sale
You know the monkey, now the baboon playin in the grass
Well the monkey stuck his finger in that old 'Good Gulf Gas', now
Hot tamales and they're red hot, yes she got'em for sale, I mean
Yes she got'em for sale, yeah 

Hot tamales and they're red hot, yes she got'em for sale
Hot tamales and they're red hot, yes she got'em for sale
I got a girls, say she long and tall
Sleeps in the kitchen with her feets in the hall
Hot tamales and they're red hot, yes she got'em for sale, I mean
Yes she got'em for sale, yeah

They're Either Too Young Or Too Old
Composer(s): Frank Loesser - Arthur Schwartz
Performer(s): Bette Davis
and multiple other artists



You rushed away and left this house as empty as can be
And I am like the driftwood in a deadly calm at sea
I can't sit under the apple tree with anyone else but thee
For there is no secret lover that the draft board didn't discover

They're either too young or too old
They're either too gray or too grassy green
The pickings are poor and the crop is lean
What's good is in the Army, what's left will never harm me

They're either too old or too young
So, darling, you'll never get stung
Tomorrow I'll go hiking with that Eagle Scout unless
I get a call from grandpa for a snappy game of chess

They're either too warm or too cold
They're either to fast or too fast asleep
So, darling, believe me, I'm yours to keep
They're isn't any gravy, the gravy's in the Navy

They're either too fresh or too stale
There is no available male
I will confess to one romance I'm sure you will allow
He tried to serenade me, but his voice is changing now

They're either too bald or too bold
I'm down to the wheelchair and bassinet
My heart just refuses to get upset
I simply can't compel it to, with no Marine to tell it to

I'm either their first breath of spring
Or else, I'm their last little fling
I either get a fossil or an adolescent pup
I either have to hold him off or have to hold him up

The battle is on, but the fortress will hold
They're either too young or too old

They're Coming to Take Me Away, Ha-Haaa!
Composer(s): Napoleon XIV
First release by: Napoleon XIV - 1966
Covered by multiple other artists

Versions In Other Languages:
1966 - Vengono A Portarci Via Ah! Ahh! (I Balordi)
2000 - Ne Tulee Ja Hakee Mut Pois Ha-Haa (Moog Konttinen)



Oh-me, oh-my, oh-you
Whatever shall I do
Hallelujah, the question is peculiar
I'd give a lot of dough
If only I could know
The answer to my question
Is it yes or is it no
Remember when you ran away
And I got on my knees
And begged you not to leave
Because I'd go beserk
Well you left me anyhow
And then the days got worse and worse
And now you see I've gone
Completely out of my mind
And they're coming to take me away ha-haaa
They're coming to take me away ho ho hee hee ha haaa
To the funny farm
Where life is beautiful all the time
And I'll be happy to see those nice young men
In their clean white coats
And they're coming to take me away ha haaa
You thought it was a joke
And so you laughed
You laughed when I said
That losing you would make me flip my lid
Right? You know you laughed
I heard you laugh
You laughed
You laughed and laughed and then you left
But now you know I'm utterly mad
And they're coming to take me away ha haaa
They're coming to take me away ho ho hee hee ha haaa
To the happy home with trees and flowers and chirping birds
And basket weavers who sit and smile and twiddle their thumbs and toes
And they're coming to take me away ha haaa
I cooked your food
I cleaned your house
And this is how you pay me back
For all my kind unselfish, loving deeds
Ha! Well you just wait
They'll find you yet and when they do
They'll put you in the A.S.P.C.A.
You mangy mutt
And they're coming to take me away ha haaa
They're coming to take me away ha haaa ho ho hee hee
To the funny farm where life is beautiful all the time
And I'll be happy to see those nice young men
In their clean white coats
And they're coming to take me away
To the happy home with trees and flowers and chirping birds
And basket weavers who sit and smile and twiddle their thumbs and toes
And they're coming to take me away ha haaa!

They'll Never Take Her Love From Me
Composer(s): Leon Payne
First release by: Hank Williams - 1950
Covered by multiple other artists



If today the sun should set on all my hopes and cares
There is one smiling face the gods would see
'Cus she'll walk along beside me up the golden stairs
No, they'll never never take her love from me

What a fool I was to go and break the trust she gave
And see her love turn into sympathy
It's the one regret I'll carry with me to my grave
Oh, they'll never ever take her love from me

I'm so thankful for each golden hour of happiness
That we shared together in the used to be
Someone else's arms may hold her now in fond caress
But they'll never never take her love from me

I thought I'd make her happy if I stepped aside
But I knew her love would never set me free
And even on the morning she became another's bride
I said they'll never never take her love from me

They'll Make You Cry
Composer(s): Ron Elliott
Performer(s): The Beau Brummels



Oh Oh Oh Oh	 
I can't say, yes I know
You know I hate to go
But goodbye, love was sweet
I was kind never meet

I'll cry just a	little, 'cause I love you so
I'll die just a	little, 'cause I have to go away

Can't you see, how I feel
When I say love's unreal
So goodbye, love was sweet
Eventhough incomplete

I'll cry just a	little, 'cause I love you so
I'll die just a	little, 'cause I have to go away

Every night
I still hear
Oh your sighs very clear
Now love's gone
Gone away
As I once heard you say

I'll cry just a	little, 'cause I love you so
I'll die just a	little, 'cause I have to go away

They Were Only Playing Leapfrog



One staff officer jumped right over another staff officer's back
And another staff officer jumped right over that other staff officer's back
A third staff officer jumped right over two other staff officers' backs
And a fourth staff officer jumped right over all the other staff officers' backs
They were only playing leapfrog
They were only playing leapfrog
They were only playing leapfrog
When one staff officer jumped right over another staff officer's back

Walked in Line
Composer(s): Bernard Sumner - Peter Hook - Stephen Morris - Ian Curtis
First release by: Joy Division - 1981
Covered by multiple other artists



All dressed in uniforms so fine
They drank and killed to pass the time
Wearing the shame of all their crimes
With measured steps they walked in line
They walked in line 

They carried pictures of their wives
And numbered tags to prove their lies
And made it through the whole machine
With dirty hearts and hands washed clean
They walked in line 

Full of a glory never seen
They made it through the whole machine
To never question any more
Hypnotic trance - they never saw
They walked in line -- They walked in line

They Should Have Given You The Oscar
Composer(s): Gerry Goffin - Carole King
Performer(s): James Darren



I'd like to contest the awards given out by the academy
'Cause I know of a great performance that the judges didn't see

They should have given you the oscar
For the way you went and broke my heart
There's no name that you could mention
Who'd have done quite as much with a part

And just for the way you said you loved me
And the way you made each lie sound sincere
Oh, they should have given you the oscar
For the best performance of the year

If the critics could have seen
Your acting on the screen
I'm sure they would have cried as much as I
You knew your lines so well
How was I supposed to tell
That all along you loved another guy?

They should have given you the oscar
For the scene where you promised to be true
Every word was so convincing
Any audience would fall in love with you

And just for the way you said you loved me
And the way you made each lie sound sincere
Oh, they should have given you the oscar
For the best performance of the year

Yeah they should have given you the oscar
For the best performance of the year...

Yeah they should have given you the oscar
For the best performance of the year 

The Perfect Song
Composer(s): Joseph Carl Breil - Clarence Lucas
Performer(s): Billy Vaughn



If you want this choice position
Have a cheery disposition
Rosy cheeks, no warts
Play games, all sorts

You must be kind, you must be witty
Very sweet and fairly pretty
Take us on outings, give us treats
Sing songs, bring sweets

Never be cross or cruel
Never give us castor oil or gruel
Love us as a son and daughter
And never smell of barley water

If you won't scold and dominate us
We will never give you cause to hate us
We won't hide your spectacles so you can't see
Put toads in your bed or pepper in your tea

Hurry, Nanny
Many thanks sincerely
Jane and Michael Banks

The Perfect Nanny
Composer(s): Richard M. Sherman - Robert B. Sherman
First release by: Karen Dotrice and Matthew Garber - 1964	
Covered by multiple other artists



If you want this choice position
Have a cheery disposition
Rosy cheeks, no warts
Play games, all sorts

You must be kind, you must be witty
Very sweet and fairly pretty
Take us on outings, give us treats
Sing songs, bring sweets

Never be cross or cruel
Never give us castor oil or gruel
Love us as a son and daughter
And never smell of barley water

If you won't scold and dominate us
We will never give you cause to hate us
We won't hide your spectacles so you can't see
Put toads in your bed or pepper in your tea

Hurry, Nanny
Many thanks sincerely
Jane and Michael Banks

Dieu
((English & Spanish Versions: We (Charles Aznavour); Dios (Charles Aznavour))
Composer(s): Charles Aznavour - Jacques Plante
Performer(s): Charles Aznavour; Waldir Calmon



Dieu, je ne suis qu'un homme, Dieu, aie pitié de moi
Si c'est ta volonté, je suis résigné à porter ma croix
Dieu, si tu m'abandonnes, qui te remplacera?
Non, cherche autour de moi, personne ne mourir à les bras

Dieu, si tu me le condamnes, Dieu, qu'il en soit ainsi
Si je n'ai plus l'amour, à quoi vont les jour ?
Qu'importe ma vie? 
Tu as pris mon âme
Va, ne me laisse rien, va, jette aussi mon coeur aux flammes
Je n'en ai plus besoin, mon Dieu...

The People That You Never Get To Love
Composer(s): Rupert Holmes
Performer(s): Rupert Holmes



You're browsing through a second hand bookstore
And you see her in non-fiction V through Y
She looks up from World War Two
And then you catch her catching you catching her eye
And you quickly turn away your wishful stare
And take a sudden interest in your shoes
If you only had the courage, but you don't
She turns and leaves and you both lose

And you think about
The people that you never get to love
It's not as if you even have the chance
So many worth a second life
But rarely do you get a second glance
Until fate cuts in on your dance

And you'll see her on a train that you've just missed
At a bus stop where your bus will never stop
Or in a passing Buick when you've been pulled over by a traffic cop
Or you'll share an elevator, just you two
And you'll rise in solemn silence to your floor
Like the fool you are you get off
And she leaves your life behind a closing door

And you think about
The people that you never get to love
The poem you intended to begin
The saddest words that anyone has ever said
Are "Lord what might have been"
But noone said you get to win

Still you're never gonna miss what you don't know
And you don't know who you'll meet at half past three
It could be a total stranger who looks something just exactly much like me

One of the people that you never get to love
One of the people that you never get to love
The people that you nver get to love

Oh, How Much I Love You
((Adapted from: Dio, Come Ti Amo (Domenico Modugno) - 1966))
Composer(s): Domenico Modugno - Paul Vance - Lee Pockriss
Performer(s): Domenico Modugno - 1966
and multiple other artists

Versions In Other Languages:
1966 - Dios, Como Te Amo
1966 - Meus Deus, Como Te Amo (Giane)
1977 - Nu Gasesc Cuvinte (Alla Baianova)
2007 - Bože, Kako Te Volim (Tereza Kesovija)



Remember?
Why must I remember?
Why can't I simply close my eyes and go to sleep
And make her disappear?
Why must I always hear?
 
Dio, come ti amo
I still can hear her say
Oh God, how much I love you
And yet I walked away
 
The wind began to blow
And all the leaves went flying
She stood there in the night
And tried to keep from crying
 
Dio, come ti amo
What could I say or do?
When love has lost its meaning
It's over and it's through?
 
And so I went away
From someone who was waiting
To hold me in her arms
In an embraced celebrating
 
But that was long ago
And many loves had I
But only one was real
And that I let slip by
 
Dio, come ti amo
 
Dio, come ti amo
Those were the words she said
Oh God, how much I love you
Keeps running through my head
 
I know it's much too late
But I go right on prey
To have her back again
So she can hear me say
 
Dio, come ti amo
God, how much I love you

The Pennsylvania Polka
Composer(s): Lester Lee - Z. Manners
Performer(s): Harry Roy & His Band
and multiple other artists



Him: 
Strike up the music the band has begun
The Pennsylvania Polka
Pick out your partner and join in the fun
The Pennsylvania Polka
It started in Scranton, it’s now No 1
It’s bound to entertain you
Everybody has a mania
To do the polka from Pennsylvania

Her: 
While they’re dancing

Him: 
Everybody’s cares are quickly gone

Her: 
Sweet romancing

Him: 
This goes on and on until the dawn

Her: 
They’re so carefree

Him: 
Gay with laughter happy as can be
They stop to have a beer
Then the crowd begins to cheer
They kiss and then they start to dance again

The Payback
Composer(s): Fred Wesley - John Starks - James Brown
First release by: James Brown - 1974



Hey! Gotta gotta pay back!! (The big payback)
Revenge!! I'm mad (the big payback)
Got to get back! Need some get back!! Pay Back! (the big payback)
That's it!! Payback!!! Revenge!!!
I'm mad!!
Get down with my girlfriend
That ain't right!!
Hollarin' cussin', you wanna fight
Payback is a thing you gotta see
Brother do any damn thing to me
Sold me out, for chicken change (yes you did!!)
Told me that they, they had it all arranged
You had me down, and thats a fact
Now you punk
You gotta get ready
For the big payback!! (the big payback!!)
That's where I am, the big payback (the big payback!!)
I can do wheelin', I can do dealin' (yes you can!!)
But I don't do no damn squealin'
I can dig rappin', I'm ready!! I can dig scrappin'
But I can't dig that backstabbin' (Oh No!!)
The brother get ready!! Thats a fact!!
Get ready you Mother, for the big payback (The big Payback!!)
Let me hit 'em hit'em!! Hey Hey!! woooooooooooo!
Took my money, you got my honey
Don't want me to see what you doing to me
I got to get back I gotta deal with you!!
I got to get back I gotta deal with you!!
I got to get back I gotta deal with you!!
I got to get back I gotta deal with you!!
Hey let me tell ya!!
Get down with my woman, that ain't right!
You hollarin' and cussin', you wanna fight!!
Don't do me no darn favor,
I don't know karate, but I know Ka-Razor!!!! (yes we do!!)
Get ready that's a fact
Get ready you Mother for the big payback (the big payback!)
Hey!! I'm a man! I'm a man!
I'm a son of a man, but don't they tell ya then pappa can
Get ready for the big payback (the big payback!!) Hit 'em again!!
Get ready I need it, I need a hit again!!
Say it once
Say it once
Say it once
Hit 'emagain!!(the big payback!!)
Sold me out for chump change
Said my woman had it all arranged
Tryin' to make a deal, she wants to squeal
But I had my boys on her heals
Saw me comin', told a lie
Went down like you wanted to cry
I don't care what she does, she'll be doin' just like she was
Take those kids and raise them up
Somebody teach em to be rightous tough
Take her, take that woman, it's one place she found
Just run that mother out of town!!
Got to get up!! Got to get up, get out!!
Got to get up!! Got to get up, get out!!
I'm mad!! I want revenge, I want revenge (the big payback!!)
I want revenge
I want revenge
I want revenge (the big payback!!)
Give me those hits!! I want some hits!!
I need those hits, hit me!! 

The Patty Duke Show Theme
Composer(s): Sid Ramin - Bob Wells



Meet Cathy, who's lived most everywhere 
From Zanzibar to Barclay Square
But Patty's only seen the sights 
A girl can see from Brooklyn Heights — What a crazy pair! 

But they're cousins
Identical cousins all the way 
One pair of matching bookends 
Different as night and day

Where Cathy adores a minuet
The Ballet Russes, and crepe suzette 
Our Patty loves to rock and roll
A hot dog makes her lose control — What a wild duet! 

Still, they're cousins
Identical cousins and you'll find 
They laugh alike, they walk alike
At times they even talk alike  
You can lose your mind 
When cousins are two of a kind