Go To The Mirror!
Composer(s): Pete Townshend
First release: The Who - 1969
Covered by multiple other artists



Doctor:
He seems to be completely unreceptive
The tests I gave him showed no sense at all
His eyes react to light, the dials detect it
He hears, but cannot answer to your call

Tommy:
See me, feel me, touch me, heal me 
See me, feel me, touch me, heal me 

Doctor:
There is no chance, no untried operation
All hope lies with him and none with me
Imagine though the shock from isolation
when he suddenly can hear and speak and see

Tommy :
See me, feel me, touch me, heal me 
See me, feel me, touch me, heal me 

Doctor:
His eyes can see, his ears can hear, his lips speak
All the time, the needles flick and rock
No machine can give the kind of stimulation, needed to remove his inner block
Go to the mirror boy! 
Go to the mirror boy!

Father:
I often wonder what he's feeling?
Has he ever heard a word I've said?
Look at him now in the mirror dreaming
what is happening in his head?

Tommy:
Listening to you I get the music
Gazing at you I get the heat
Following you I climb the mountain
I get excitement at your feet!
Right behind you I see the millions
On you I see the glory
From you I get the opinions, from you I get the story

Father:
What is happening in his head?
Ooh I wish I knew, I wish I knew

I Got Lucky
Composer(s): Dolores Fuller; Ben Weisman; Fred Wise
Performer(s): Elvis Presley



Never found a four leaf clover to bring good luck to me
No rabbits foot no lucky star no magic wishing tree
But I got lucky, yes I got lucky
When I found you, oh yeah!

Got no rainbow around my shoulder, no horseshoe on my door
But I got you to hold me tight and who could ask for more
Oh I got lucky, yes I got lucky
When I found you,

I always walk around with all my fingers crossed
Im afraid the love I found just might get lost
So wont you tell me that you love me, hurry up and name the day
And then Ill know that my good luck is really here to stay
Oh I got lucky, yes I got lucky
When I found you

I always walk around with all my fingers crossed
Im afraid the love I found just might get lost
So wont you tell me that you love me, hurry up and name the day
And then Ill know that my good luck is really here to stay
Oh I got lucky, yes I got lucky
When I found you
Oh I got lucky, yes I got lucky
When I found you

John Deere Green
Composer(s): Dennis Linde
Performer(s): Joe Diffie;
The Country Dance Kings; Highliners



They were farm kids way down in Dixie
They met in high school in the sixties
Everyone knew it was love from the start
One July in the midnight hour
He climed the water tower
Stood on the rail and painted a 10ft heart
In John Deere green

On a hot summer night
He wrote Billy Bob loves Charlene
In letters 3 foot high
And the whole town said that he should have used red
But it looked good to Charlene
In John Deere green

They settled down on 80 acres
Raising sweet corn,kids and tomaters
They went together like a hand and a glove
On a clear day from their front yard
If you look and know what to look for
Off to the east you can still read his words of love
In John Deere green

On a hot summer night
He wrote Billy Bob loves Charlene
In letters 3 foot high
And the whole town said the boy should have used red
But it looked good to Charlene
In John Deere green

Now more then once the town has dicovered
Painting over it ain't no use
There ain't no paint in the world that'll cover it
The heart keeps showing through
In John Deere green

On a hot summer night
He wrote Billy Bob loves Charlene
In letters 3 foot high
And the whole town said that the fool should have used red
But it looked good to Charlene
In John Deere green

Ahh, paint it green boy
In John Deere green

On a hot summer night
He wrote Billy Bob loves Charlene
In letters 3 foot high
And the whole town said the boy should have used red
But it looked good to Charlene
In John Deere green

John Deere green

There's A Doctor
Composer(s): Pete Townshend
First release: The Who - 1969



Father:
There's a doctor I've found, could bring us all joy!
There's a doctor I've found, could cure the boy! 
A doctor I've found, could cure the boy!
There's a man I've found, could remove his sorrow
He lives in this town, let's see him tomorrow
Let's see him tomorrow

I Got Love If You Want It
Movie Soundtrack "Divine Secrets of the Ya-Ya Sisterhood"
Composer(s): Slim Harpo
First release by: Slim Harpo - 1957
Covered by multiple other artists



Got love if you want it, baby
Got love if you want it
Got love if you want it
Got love if you want it
Now, can we talk awhile?

Now here you come, baby
Now here you come, baby
With your head hung down
With your head hung down
I know you've been ballin'
Talk is all over town

'Cause the nextdoor neighbors
'Cause the next door neighbors
Peepin' through the blinds
Peepin' through the blinds
Don't worry nobody
That's all this time

Now I love you, little baby
Said I love you, little baby
Better than myself, yeah
Better than myself
But you mistreat me baby
For somebody else
For somebody else

Come sit by me, baby
Come sit by me, baby
I wanna talk with you
Wanna talk with you
Don't mean no harm, baby
Won't tell ya what to do
Won't tell ya what to do
Won't tell ya what to do
Won't tell ya what to do

John Barleycorn
(Traditional)
Performer(s): Martin Carthy;
and various other artists



John Barleycorn is a hero bold as any in the land
For ages good his fame has stood and shall for ever stand
The whole wide world respect in him, no matter friend or foe
And where they be that makes so free he's sure to lay them low

To see him in his pride of youth his robes are rich and green
His head is speared with manly beard fit nigh to serve the queen
And when the reaping time comes round and John is stricken down
We'll use his blood for Englands good and Englishmen's renown

The lord in courtly castle, the squire in stately hall
The great of name, of birth and fame, on John for succour call
He bids the troubled heart rejoice, brings warmth to nature's cold
Makes weak men strong, and old men young, and all men brave and bold

Then shout for great John Barleycorn, more heed his luscious vine
I have no mind much charm to find in potent draught of wine
Give me my native nut brown ale, all other drinks I scorn
For English cheer is English beer, our own John Barleycorn

Fiddle About
Composer(s): John Entwistle
Performer(s): The Who



Uncle Ernie:
I'm your wicked Uncle Ernie
I'm glad you won't see or hear me as I fiddle about, fiddle about, fiddle about! 

Your mother left me here to mind you
Now I'm doing what I want to
Fiddling about, fiddling about, fiddle about!

Down with the bedclothes, up with the nightshirt!
Fiddle about, fiddle about, fiddle about!

You won't shout as I fiddle about
Fiddle about, fiddle about, fiddle about!
Fiddle, fiddle, fiddle
Fiddle, fiddle, fiddle
Fiddle, fiddle, fiddle
Fiddle, fiddle, fiddle

I Got Lost In His Arms
Composer(s): Irving Berlin
Performer(s): Ethel Merman 
and multiple other artists



Don't ask me just how it happened
I wish I knew
I can't believe that it's happened
And still it's true

I got lost in his arms and I had to stay
It was dark in his arms and I lost my way

From the dark came a voice
And it seemed to say
There you go
There you go

How I felt as I fell I just can't recall
But his arms held me fast and it broke the fall

And I said to my heart
As it foolishly kept jumping all around
I got lost but look what I found

(There you go, there you go)

How I felt as I fell I just can't recall
But his arms held me fast and it broke the fall

And I said to my heart
As it foolishly kept jumping all around
I got lost but look what I found

John
Performer(s): Yves Duteil



John était amoureux, ça se voyait un peu
Il avait un air si bizarre et veillait si tard
Il buvait tant de vin que souvent, le matin
On pouvait l'entendre de l'étang jusqu'au moulin
La fille aux longues mains ne disait jamais rien
Et le pauvre John pensait bien
Qu'à veiller dehors jusqu'au lever du jour
Il en crèverait ou bien de froid ou bien d'amour

John avait un béguin, ça se voyait un brin
Quand il tapait sur sa poitrine en buvant du gin
Il avait l'œil hagard, buvait toujours à part
Poussait des hurlements qui faisaient fuir le vent
Mais la fille aux longues mains ne disait jamais rien
Et le pauvre John pensait bien
Qu'à veiller dehors jusqu'au lever du jour
Il en crèverait ou bien de froid ou bien d'amour

John était amoureux, il en a fait l'aveu
Depuis, de la rivière au port, on en rit encore
Le soir, au coin du feu, on écoute les vieux
Raconter l'histoire de John l'amoureux
Il aimait la statue d'une belle inconnue
Morte cent ans auparavant dans un ouragan
Il allait tous les jours lui dire son amour
Et noyait sa peine dans un verre à son retour
La fille aux longues mains ne dirait jamais rien
Et le pauvre John savait bien
Que dans la statue était son cœur et qu'un jour
Il en crèverait ou bien de froid ou bien d'amour
Que dans la statue était son cœur et qu'un jour
Il en crèverait ou bien de froid ou bien d'amour

Il en crèverait ou bien de froid ou bien d'amour

Do You Think It's Alright?
Composer(s): Pete Townshend
Performer(s): The Who



Mother:
Do you think it's alright to leave the boy with Uncle Ernie?
Do you think it's alright; he's had a few too many tonight!
Do you think it's alright ?

Father:
I think it's alright, yes I think it's alright

I Got Loaded
Composer(s): Peppermint Harris; Harrison Nelson
Performer(s): Canned Heat
and multiple other artists



I dropped into a tavern where I saw some friends of mine
The party was gettin' underway and the truth was really flyin'

And I got loaded
I got loaded
I got loaded man, I sure got high

I told my pretty baby that I wouldn't stay out no more
You know every time I tried to leave I fell down on the floor

I got loaded
I got loaded
I got loaded man, I sure got high

It made me feel so happy baby, while it was goin' down
I took a sip every trip that bottle went around

And I got loaded
I got loaded
I got loaded man, I sure got high

Last thing I remember, I heard somebody say
Doggone my soul, let's really roll until the break of day

I got loaded
I got loaded
I got loaded man, I sure got high

If you see my baby, please tell her this from me
I didn't mean to stay so long, but the drinks down there were free!

I got loaded
I got loaded
I got loaded man, I sure got high

Jogo De Damas
Composer(s): Isolda; Milton Carlos
Performer(s): Roberto Carlos



Eu sei da sua vida e do seu passado
De um tempo perdido e recuperado
Eu sei da poeira de todos seus passos
Das suas trapaças, dos seus abraços
Eu sei da sua fama e dos seus amores
Das suas proezas, dos seus dissabores
Da cor da sua roupa, do seu pouco valor
Você nessa vida foi só desamor

Dama
Hoje alguém que te engana
Te veste de santa
Não sabe por que
Te pisam te xingam
Ignoram a mulher
Não sabem que a dama existiu outro dia
Hoje a dama não passa de pedra perdida
(Hoje é pedra perdida de um jogo qualquer)

Conheço as paredes que guardavam segredos
E ações que por si não cobriam seus medos
A sua missão, as suas vontades
Razões que confirmam as duras verdades
Eu sei hoje em dia da sua vergonha
De olhar quem te olha responder quem te chama
Pra quem te conhece você é vulgar
Pra quem nunca te viu
Hoje quer te amar

Cousin Kevin
Composer(s): John Entwistle
Performer(s): The Who



Cousin Kevin:
We're on our own cousin, all alone cousin
Let's think of a game to play now the grown ups have all gone away
You won't be much fun being blind, deaf and dumb, but I've no one to play with today
D' you know how to play hide and seek?
To find me it would take you a week, but tied to that chair you won't go anywhere
There's a lot I can do to a freak
How would you feel if I turned on the bath, ducked your head under and started to laugh?
What would you do if I shut you outside, to stand in the rain and catch cold, so you died?
I'm the school bully!
The classroom cheat
The nastiest playfriend, you ever could meet
I'll stick pins in your fingers and tread on your feet...
Maybe a cigarette burn on your arm would change your expression to one of alarm
I'll drag you around by a lock of your hair, or give you a push at the top of the stairs...
I'm the school bully!
The classroom cheat
The nastiest playfriend, you ever could meet
I'll put glass in your dinner and spikes in your seat...

I Got It From Agnes
Composer(s): Tom Lehrer
Performer(s): Tom Lehrer



I love my friends, and they love me 
We're just as close as we can be
And just because we really care 
Whatever we get, we share!

I got it from Agnes 
She got it from Jim
We all agree it must have been Louise who gave it to him

She got it from Harry 
Who got it from Marie
And everybody knows that Marie 
Got it from me

Giles got it from Daphne 
She got it from Joan
Who picked it up in County Cork 
A-kissin' the Blarney Stone

Pierre gave it to Sheila 
Who must have brought it there
He got it from François and Jacques 
Haha, Lucky Pierre!

Max got it from Edith 
Who gets it every spring
She got it from her Daddy 
Who just gives her everything

She then gave it to Daniel 
Whose spaniel has it now
Our dentist even got it 
And we're still wondering how

Ah, but I got it from Agnes 
Or maybe it was Sue
Or Millie or Billie or Gillie or Willie 
It doesn't matter who

It might have been at the club 
Or at the pub, or in the loo
And if you will be my friend 
Then I might...(Mind you, I said "might")...
Give it to you!

Joey
Composer(s): Herb Wiener;
James J. Kriegman; Salmirs-Bernstein
Performer(s): Betty Madigan; 
Jeri Southern; Margaret Whiting



Jimmy kissed me in the springtime
Tommy kissed me in the fall
But I remember only Joey
Joey kissed me not at all

Jimmy sang the sweetest love songs
Tommy watched me openly
But I remember only Joey
Joey stole my heart from me

Every now and then Joey wandered by
How I wished that he would stay'
Then I breathed a sigh as I wondered why
He never ever looked my way

Jimmy always sent me flowers
Tommy often did the same
But I remember only Joey
Joey made me change my name

Jimmy always sent me flowers
Tommy often did the same
But I remember only Joey
Joey made me change my name

Joey made me change my name

Christmas
Composer(s): Pete Townshend
Performer(s): The Who



Father:
Did you ever see the faces of children?
They get so excited waking up on Christmas morning
hours before the winter sun's ignited
They believe in dreams and all they mean, including heaven's generosity
Peeping round the door to see what parcels are for free, in curiosity
And Tommy doesn't know what day it is
Doesn't know who Jesus was or what praying is
How can he be saved from the eternal grave?
Surrounded by his friends he sits so silently and unaware of everything
Playing poxy pin ball, picks his nose and smiles and pokes his tongue at everything
I believe in love, but how can men who've never seen light be enlightened
Only if he's cured will his spirits future level ever heighten
And Tommy doesn't know what day it is
Doesn't know who Jesus was or what praying is
How can he be saved from the eternal grave?
Tommy can you hear me? 
Tommy can you hear me?
Tommy can you hear me?
How can he be saved?

Tommy:
See me, feel me
Touch me, heal me
See me, feel me
Touch me, heal me!

Tommy can you hear me? 
Tommy can you hear me?
Tommy can you hear me?
How can he be saved?

I Got It Bad (And That Ain't Good)
Composer(s): Paul Francis Webster; Duke Ellington
First release by: Duke Ellington - 1941
Covered by multiple other artists



Though folks with good intentions
Tell me to save my tears
Well I'm so mad about him
I can't live without him

Never treats me sweet and gentle
The way he should
I've got it bad
And that ain't good

My poor heart is so sentimental
Not made of wood
I've got it so bad
And that ain't good

But when the fish are jumpin'
And Friday rolls around
My man an' I, we gin some
We pray some, and sin some

He don't love me like I love him
The way he should
I've got it bad
And that ain't good
Yes I've got it bad
And that ain't good

Joey
Composer(s): Bob Dylan; Jacques Levy
Performer(s): Bob Dylan



Born in Red Hook, Brooklyn, in the year of who knows when
Opened up his eyes to the tune of an accordion
Always on the outside of whatever side there was
When they asked him why it had to be that way
"Well," he answered, "just because"

Larry was the oldest, Joey was next to last
They called Joe "Crazy," the baby they called "Kid Blast"
Some say they lived off gambling and runnin' numbers too
It always seemed they got caught between the mob and the men in blue

Joey, Joey
King of the streets, child of clay
Joey, Joey
What made them want to come and blow you away?

There was talk they killed their rivals, but the truth was far from that
No one ever knew for sure where they were really at
When they tried to strangle Larry, Joey almost hit the roof
He went out that night to seek revenge, thinkin' he was bulletproof

The war broke out at the break of dawn, it emptied out the streets
Joey and his brothers suffered terrible defeats
Till they ventured out behind the lines and took five prisoners
They stashed them away in a basement, called them amateurs

The hostages were tremblin' when they heard a man exclaim
"Let's blow this place to kingdom come, let Con Edison take the blame"
But Joey stepped up, he raised his hand, said 
"We're not those kind of men
It's peace and quiet that we need to go back to work again"

Joey, Joey
King of the streets, child of clay
Joey, Joey
What made them want to come and blow you away?

The police department hounded him, they called him Mr. Smith
They got him on conspiracy, they were never sure who with
"What time is it?" said the judge to Joey when they met
"Five to ten," said Joey 
The judge says, "That's exactly what you get"

He did ten years in Attica, reading Nietzsche and Wilhelm Reich
They threw him in the hole one time for tryin' to stop a strike
His closest friends were black men 'cause they seemed to understand
What it's like to be in society with a shackle on your hand

When they let him out in '71 he'd lost a little weight
But he dressed like Jimmy Cagney and I swear he did look great
He tried to find the way back into the life he left behind
To the boss he said, "I have returned and now I want what's mine"

Joey, Joey
King of the streets, child of clay
Joey, Joey
Why did they have to come and blow you away?

It was true that in his later years he would not carry a gun
"I'm around too many children," he'd say, "they should never know of one"
Yet he walked right into the clubhouse of his lifelong deadly foe
Emptied out the register, said, "Tell 'em it was Crazy Joe"

One day they blew him down in a clam bar in New York
He could see it comin' through the door as he lifted up his fork
He pushed the table over to protect his family
Then he staggered out into the streets of Little Italy

Joey, Joey
King of the streets, child of clay
Joey, Joey
What made them want to come and blow you away?

Sister Jacqueline and Carmela and mother Mary all did weep
I heard his best friend Frankie say, "He ain't dead, he's just asleep"
Then I saw the old man's limousine head back towards the grave
I guess he had to say one last goodbye to the son that he could not save

The sun turned cold over President Street and the town of Brooklyn mourned
They said a mass in the old church near the house where he was born
And someday if God's in heaven overlookin' His preserve
I know the men that shot him down will get what they deserve

Joey, Joey
King of the streets, child of clay
Joey, Joey
What made them want to come and blow you away?

The Hawker
Composer(s): Sonny Boy Williamson
Performer(s): The Who



The Hawker:
You talk about your woman
I wish you could see mine
You talk about your woman
I wish you could see mine
Every time she starts to loving
She brings eyesight to the blind

You know her daddy gave her magic
I can tell by the way she walks
You know her daddy gave her magic
I can tell by the way she walks
Every time we start shaking
the dumb begin to talk

She's got the power to heal you, never fear 
She's got the power to heal you, never fear
Just a word from her lips
and the deaf begin to hear

I Got A Wife
Composer(s): Eddie Mascari; Erwin Wenzlaff
Performer(s): Mark IV



(Hey, I got a wife at home
I got a wife at home
I got a wife she's the apple of my life
But I wish she would leave me alone)

When I hear
Hang your clothes up
Wipe your feet off
Goodness sakes don't slam the door
Fix the socks and dry the dishes
Can't you see what's in the drawer
Hang the picture
Set the table
Don't drop ashes on the floor
Heat the bottle
Change the baby
She don't love me anymore

(He don't love her anymore
There he goes right out the door
He'll be back 'bout half past ten
And then she'll start right in again)

Tack the shade up
Wash the windows
Wipe the handprints off the door
Change the light bulbs 
Scrub the bathtub
Pick the toys up from the floor
Tape the lamp cord
Make some coffee
Burn the garbage
Oil the door
Get the kids 
And call my mother
She don't love me anymore

(I got a wife at home
I got a wife at home
I got a wife she's the apple of my life
But I wish she would leave me alone)

When I hear
(Fast High-Pitched Voice Chatter)
OK OK I'll do it
(Chatter Continues)
Yeah OK
(Chatter Continues)
Honey, honey

Please, honey
(Chatter Continues)
Yeah I'll do it
(Chatter Continues)
Quiet!!
(He don't love her anymore
There he goes right out the door
He'll be back 'bout half past ten
And then she'll start right in again)
(Chatter Begins Again)
(Short Guitar Lick)
(Door Slams)
(Sheeee!!)