Things We Said Today
((French Version: Ces Mots Qu’on Oublie Un Jour (Dick Rivers) - 1964))
Composer(s): John Lennon - Paul McCartney
First release by: The Beatles - 1964
Covered by multiple other artists



You say you will love me
If I have to go
You'll be thinking of me
Somehow I will know
Someday when I'm lonely
Wishing you weren't so far away
Then I will remember
The things we said today
You say you'll be mine, girl
Until the end of time
These days such a kind girl
Seems so hard to find
Someday when we're dreaming
Deep in love, not a lot to say
Then we will remember
The things we said today
Me, I'm just the lucky kind
Love to hear you say that love is luck
And, though we may be blind
Love is here to stay 
And that's enough
To make you mine, girl
Be the only one
Love me all the time, girl
We'll go on and on
Someday when we're dreaming
Deep in love, not a lot to say
Then we will remember
The things we said today
Love me all the time, girl
We'll go on and on
Someday when we're dreaming
Deep in love, not a lot to say
Then we will remember
The things we said today

Ces Mots Qu’on Oublie Un Jour
((Adapted from: Things We Said Today (The Beatles) - 1964))
Composer(s): John Lennon - Paul McCartney - Dick Rivers - Mya Simille
Performer(s): Dick Rivers - 1964



Tu dis que tu m'aimes
Que tu m'attendras
Tu as de la peine
Je pars loin de toi
Tu dis que l'absence
Rendra plus fort encore notre amour
On dit ces mots-là, oui
Qu'on oublie un jour

Pourquoi me promettre
Ta fidélité?
Pourquoi me permettre
En vain d'espérer?
Garde le silence!
Plus tard mon cœur sera bien moins lourd
Car on dit des mots, oui
Qu'on oublie un jour

Pourtant, je voudrais comme toi
Garder l'espoir qu'à mon retour
Tout sera comme autrefois
Que je retrouverai ton amour
Hein, hein, hein, hein

Malgré tes promesses
J'ai peur loin de toi
De tant de jeunesse
De tant d'heures sans moi
Dans ton innocence
Tu jures d'attendre mon retour
On dit ces mots-là, oui
Qu'on oublie un jour

Pourtant, je voudrais comme toi
Garder l'espoir qu'à mon retour
Tout sera comme autrefois
Que je retrouverai ton amour
Hein, hein, hein, hein

Tu dis que tu m'aimes
Que tu m'attendras
Tu as de la peine
Je pars loin de toi
Tu dis que l'absence
Rendra plus fort encore notre amour
On dit ces mots-là, oui
Qu'on oublie un jour

Things To Do In Denver When You're Dead
Performer(s): Warren Zevon



I called up my friend LeRoy on the phone
I said, Buddy, I'm afraid to be alone
I got some weird ideas in my head
About things to do in Denver when you're dead

I was working on a steak the other day
I saw Waddy in the Rattlesnake Cafe
Dressed in black, tossing back a shot of rye
Finding things to do in Denver when you die

You won't need a cab to find a priest
Maybe you should find a place to stay
Some place where they never change the sheets
And you just roll around Denver all day

LeRoy says there's something you should know
Not everybody has a place to go
And home is just a place to hang your head
And dream up things to do in Denver when you're dead

You won't need a cap to find a priest
Maybe you should find a place to stay
Some place where they never change the sheets
And you jut roll around Denver all day
You just roll around Denver all day

Things In Life
Composer(s): Don Stover
Performer(s): Don Stover
and multiple other artists



Look up, look down this lonesome road
Hang down your head and cry
For we often lose some things in life
That makes us wonder why

Oh the fairest love I ever had
Now sleeps beneath the clay
I live in hopes and dreams of her
That we'll meet again someday

I often sit and wonder why
Life has to be this way
But after all is said and done
I'm sure God has his say

I'd like to be a small part of life
With some few things to achieve
Just to know I've been a fruitless cause
Would give my poor heart grief

Now when they lower my casket down
In some lonesome grave to rest
And you take your last look at my face
You can say I done my best

Things I'd Like To Say
Performer(s): New Colony Six



Baby is he looking after you 
Is he showing you the same love
The warm love just like we knew
Baby, baby, it's you I'm thinking of 
In the morning when I wake up 
In the evening, it's you that I dream of 
Sometimes love hurts and sometimes love's unkind
And sometimes you might feel blue
But remember now darlin
If his words are real 
This will never, never happen to you
Baby, baby these things I'd like to say 
I was hoping that with our love
We would get married some day

Things I Should Have Said
Composer(s): P.F. Sloan - Steve Barri
Performer(s): The Grass Roots



I didn't cry
I just stood and watched her say goodbye
She closed the do-or
And said "I don't want to see you anymore"

Things I should have said to her
That maybe would have changed her mind to stay
Things I should have said to her
Like "girl, I love you so let love find a way"

Was it that she
Just couldn't understand a man like me
Was I to blame
Did I leave too many things unexplained?

Things I should have said to her
That maybe would have changed her mind to stay
Things I should have said to her
Like "girl, I love you so let love find a way

Why didn't I try telling her
She was all I had
Why didn't I try telling her
Now she's gone and I feel oh so bad

I didn't cry
I just stood and watched her say goodbye
She closed the do-or
And said "I don't want to see you anymore"
Things I should have said to her (repeat)...

Things Goin' On
Composer(s): Gary Rossington - Ronnie Van Zant
Performer(s): Lynyrd Skynyrd



Have you ever lived down in the ghetto? 
Have you ever felt the cold wind blow? 
If you don't know what I mean 
Won't you stand up and scream? 
'Cause there's things goin' on that you don't know

Too many lives they've spent across the ocean
Too much money been spent upon the moon
Well, until they make it right 
I hope they never sleep at night 
They better make some changes 
And do it soon

They're goin ruin the air we breathe 
Lord have mercy
They're gonna ruin us all, by and by 
I'm telling you all beware 
I don't think they really care 
I think they just sit up there 
And just get high

Things Get Better
Composer(s): Eddie Floyd - Wayne Jackson - Steve Cropper
First release by: Eddie Floyd - 1966
Covered by multiple other artists



You can bring joy
Like I never had
I'm gonna' be right near you
As long as I can
That's why

I can be lonely
But you can be found
And I ain't lonely baby
You're always around
That's why

Things get better baby
When I'm with you
Things get better baby
When I'm with you

I can't live without you
I know that you're mine
I can't lose this feeling
You stay on my mind
That's why

Things get better baby
When I'm with you
Things get better baby
When I'm with you
(Repeat)

Things Fall Apart
Performer(s): Jerry Harrison



You said that
You'd never be the one to break up
You felt you
Were too steady to fall down
You thought that
No matter what, you could take it
You thought that
Whatever happened we would make up
You felt that
You'd never be the one to fall down
You said that
You were so steady
You could never break down
You said that
You'd never let yourself get shook up
From the start
You'd never let yourself get worked up

Falling all apart
Breaking all the rules
Falling all apart
Breaking all the rules
Falling all apart
Breaking all the rules
Falling all apart

How does it feel to have lost your way?
How does it feel to have your walls collapse?
How does it feel to have nothing to say?
Current hits, won't quit, got to break the straps?

So convinced of your own point of view
In any event
You thought you'd know just what to do
As the world fell
You thought that you'd just, just be fine
That no matter what, you could always walk that line

So

How does it feel to have lost your way?
How does it feel to have your walls collapse?
How does it feel to have nothing to say?
Current hits, won't quit, got to break the straps?

How does it feel?...

Things Behind The Sun
Composer(s): Nick Drake
First release by: Nick Drake - 1972
Covered by multiple other artists



Please beware of them that stare
They'll only smile to see you while
Your time away
And once you've seen what they have been
To win the earth just won't seem worth
Your night or your day
Who'll hear what I say
Look around you find the ground
Is not so far from where you are
But not too wise
For down below they never grow
They're always tired and charms are hired
From out of their eyes
Never surprise

Take your time and you'll be fine
And say a prayer for people there
Who live on the floor
And if you see what's meant to be
Don't name the day or try to say
It happened before

Don't be shy you learn to fly
And see the sun when day is done
If only you see
Just what you are beneath a star
That came to stay one rainy day
In autumn for free
Yes, be what you'll be
Please beware of them that stare
They'll only smile to see you while
Your time away
And once you've seen what they have been
To win the earth just won't seem worth
Your night or your day
Who'll hear what I say

Open up the broken cup
Let goodly sin and sunshine in
Yes that's today
And open wide the hymns you hide
You find reknown while people frown
At things that you say
But say what you'll say
About the farmers and the fun
And the things behind the sun
And the people round your head
Who say everything's been said
And the movement in your brain
Sends you out into the rain

Things Are Changing
Composer(s): Brian Wilson - Phil Spector
Performer(s): Jay & The Americans
and multiple other artists



Girls, have you got the kind of man everyone looks up to?
Well, if you don't, listen; I'll tell you what to do
Get your man, take him by the hand, and come on here to me
I'm here to tell you about equal opportunity

There was a time when the world was fickle
And it may have been hard to succeed
Well, times have changed now
And school and training is what you really need
It doesn't matter who you may be
Everyone's equal with the same opportunity

Things are changing for the better
Things are changing for the better
Now's the time for you to better yourself

Life's got problems, but you can make it
And I'm gonna tell you why
Just like the early bird that catches the worm
You gotta get up, go out and try
Your race or color won't stand in your way
Don't wait for tomorrow; today is your day

Things are changing for the better
Things are changing for the better
Now's the time for you to better yourself

Good jobs are out there, just waiting to be found
But they won't come to you, uh uh!
You gotta get up and look around!

It doesn't matter who you may be
Everyone's equal with the same opportunity

Things are changing for the better
Things are changing for the better
Now's the time for you to better yourself

(repeat):
Things are changing for the better...

Things Ain't Like They Used To Be
Performer(s): UB40



Are you wondering why
No one talks anymore
And all you hear
Is the cry for war
Are you wondering if
There are people who
Hurt inside the same as you

There are grey-faced men always telling me
Things ain't like they used to be
You kids have got no self respect
Wake up old man to your neglect
It's dog eat dog
It's hand to mouth
It's east and west
It's north and south
Just like you drummed it into me
Things ain't like they used to be

I'll tell you why I can't afford
To hang my hopes upon your word
And when I'm done, I'll join the queue
And take my chance, no thanks to you
It's in or out
It's stop and go
It isn't what
It's who you know
I've heard you, now can you hear me
Things ain't like they used to be

Ancient rules for ancient men
But this is now and that was then
don't lay your heavy hand on me
And sink me in your poison sea
It's us and them
It's me and you
It's guessing games
It's what to do
Exactly like you said to me
Things ain't like they used to be

Are you wondering why
No one talks anymore
And all you hear
Is the cry for war
Are you wondering if
There are people who
Hurt inside the same as you

Things
Composer(s): Bobby Darin
First recording/First release by: Bobby Darin - 1961/1962
Covered by multiple other artists

Versions In Other Languages:
1963 - Filles (Lucky Blondo)
1963 - Baci (Remo Germani)
1968 - Ting... (Birgit Lystager & Poul Rudi)
1969 - Kurkkija Oot (Katri Helena)



Ev'ry night I sit here by my window (window)
Starin' at the lonely avenue (avenue)
Watching lovers holdin' hands 'n' laughin' (laughin')
And thinkin' 'bout the things we used to do

(Thinkin' of things) Like a walk in the park
(Things) Like a kiss in the dark
(Things) Like a sailboat ride
(Yeah-yeah) What about the night we cried?
Things like a lover's vow
Things that we don't do now
Thinkin' 'bout the things we used to do

Memories are all I have to cling to (cling to)
And heartaches are the friends I'm talkin' to (talkin' to)
When I'm not thinkin' of-a just how much I love you (love you)
Well, I'm-a thinkin' 'bout the things we used to do

(Thinkin' of things) Like a walk in the park
(Things) Like a kiss in the dark
(Things) Like a sailboat ride
(Yeah-yeah) What about the night we cried?
Things like a lover's vow
Things that we don't do now
Thinkin' 'bout the things we used to do

I still can hear the jukebox softly playin' (playin')
And the face I see each day belongs to you (belongs to you)
Though there's not a single sound and there's nobody else around
Well, it's-a just me thinkin' of the things we used to do

(Thinkin' of things) Like a walk in the park
(Things) Like a kiss in the dark
(Things) Like a sailboat ride
(Yeah-yeah) What about the night we cried?
Things like a lover's vow
Things that we don't do now
Thinkin' 'bout the things we used to do

And the heartaches are the friends I'm talkin' to
Ya got me thinkin' 'bout the things we used to do...

Starin' at the lonely avenue

Filles
((Adapted from: Things (Bobby Darin) - 1961/1962))
Composer(s): Bobby Darin - Claude Carrère - André Salvet
Performer(s): Lucky Blondo - 1963

Versions In Other Languages:
1963 - Baci (Remo Germani)
1968 - Ting... (Birgit Lystager & Poul Rudi)
1969 - Kurkkija Oot (Katri Helena)



Pour l'instant, je manque d'expérience
J'en aurai, j'espère, beaucoup plus
Mais comme je suis en veine de confidences
Parlons un peu des filles que j'ai connues

(Et que de filles!)
Elles étaient toutes jolies (Filles)
Elles étaient toute ma vie (Filles)
Je voudrais les revoir
Mais j'ai peur qu'il soit trop tard

Filles au sourire charmant
Filles au regard troublant
Oui, voilà les filles que j'ai connues

Parmi toutes les filles dont je parle
Il y en avait une qui m'avait plu
Pourquoi un jour, a-t-il fallu qu'on se sépare?
C'était la plus belle fille que j'ai connue

(Et que de filles!)
Elle était très jolie (Fille)
Elle était toute ma vie (Fille)
Je voudrais la revoir
Mais j'ai peur qu'il soit trop tard

Fille au sourire charmant
Fille au regard d'enfant
C'est la plus belle fille que j'ai connue

Mais plus tard, si un jour je la rencontre
Mon cœur, j'en suis certain, sera ému
Je la prendrai dans mes bras
Et lui dirai "Plus rien ne compte
Tu es la plus belle fille que j'ai connue"

(Et que de filles!)
C'est bien la plus jolie (Fille)
Je la garde pour la vie (Fille)
Il n'est jamais trop tard
Pour s'aimer et se revoir

Fille au sourire charmant
Fille au regard d'enfant
Je suis content de t'avoir revue
Car tu es la plus belle fille que j'ai connue
Maintenant, je suis heureux, tu es revenue
J'en suis sûr, je ne te perdrai plus
Oh! J'en suis sûr, je ne te perdrai plus

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