Bugs
Composer(s): Pearl Jam
Performer(s): Pearl Jam



I got Bugs
I got bugs in my room
Bugs in my bed
Bugs in my ears
Their eggs in my head
Bugs in my pockets
Bugs in my shoes
Bugs in the way
I feel...about you
Bugs at my window
Tring to get in
They don't go nowhere
Waiting...waiting
Bugs on my ceiling
Crowded the floor
Standing, sitting, kneeling
A few block the door
And now the questions
Do I kill them?
Become their friend?
Do I eat them?
Raw or Well done?
Do I trick them?
I don't think they're that dumb
Do I join them?
Looks like...that's the one?
I got bugs on my skin
Tickle my neusea
I let it happen again!
They're always...takin' over
I see them surround me
I see...see them deciding my fate
Ah, that which was once
was once up to me
Ah, it's too late
I got bugs in my room
One on one
That'as when I had a chance
I just stop now
I'll become naked
And with them...I become one....

Bugs
Composer(s): Bobbie Gentry
Performer(s): Bobbie Gentry; Reneé Austin



Pollywog in your water
Tadpole in the moonshine vat
Big daddy longlegs climbin’ up on the screen 
you better watch you’re gonna squash him flat

Boll weevils in your cotton
Dirt dauber’s busy building a nest
The red wasp gonna swoop down and getcha child
They won’t give you a minute’s rest

Bugs, everywhere you look there’s another kind of bug
It makes you wanna get a club and clout em.
Everybody’s talking bout those worrisome bugs
But ain’t nobody doin’ nothing about em

Shooin’ the flies away from the table
Or hiding under the quilting bed
The chiggers runnin’ wild in the blackberry bush
Yellow jackets swarming round your head

They’re comin’ to get your watermelon
Black ants marchin’ in a long line
They’re lurkin’ in the leaves of the strawberry patch
And climbin up the tomato vine

Bugs, Everywhere you look there’s another kind of bug
But if you live in the Delta you got em
Here’s a real fine way to pass the time of day
You roll you up a newspaper and swat em

Buffalo Springfield Again
Performer(s): Neil Young



Used to play
in a rock 'n' roll band
But they broke up
We were young and we were wild
It ate us up
Now I'm not saying
who was right or wrong

Looking out on a big green lawn
Girls and boys
Playing in the afternoon sun
Life's a joy
I heard an old song
playing on the radio

Buffalo Springfield again

I'd like to see those guys again
And give it a shot
Maybe now we can show the world
What we've got
But I'd just like to play
for the fun we had

Buffalo Springfield again
Buffalo Springfield again

Buffalo Soldier
Composer(s): Bob Marley; N.G. Williams
Originally performed by: Bob Marley



Buffalo Soldier, Dreadlock Rasta
There was a Buffalo Soldier in the heart of America
Stolen from Africa, brought to America
Fighting on arrival, fighting for survival

I mean it, when I analyze the stench 
To me it makes a lot of sense
How the Dreadlock Rasta was the Buffalo Soldier
And he was taken from Africa, brought to America
Fighting on arrival, fighting for survival

Said he was a Buffalo Soldier, Dreadlock Rasta 
Buffalo Soldier in the heart of America

If you know your history
Then you would know where you coming from
Then you wouldn't have to ask me
Who the 'eck do I think I am

I'm just a Buffalo Soldier in the heart of America
Stolen from Africa, brought to America
Said he was fighting on arrival, fighting for survival
Said he was a Buffalo Soldier win the war for America

Dreadie, woy yoy yoy, woy yoy-yoy yoy
Woy yoy yoy yoy, yoy yoy-yoy yoy!
Woy yoy yoy, woy yoy-yoy yoy
Woy yoy yoy yoy, yoy yoy-yoy yoy!
Buffalo Soldier troddin' through the land, wo-ho-ooh!
Said he wanna ran, then you wanna hand
Troddin' through the land, yea-hea, yea-ea

Said he was a Buffalo Soldier win the war for America
Buffalo Soldier, Dreadlock Rasta
Fighting on arrival, fighting for survival
Driven from the mainland to the heart of the Caribbean

Singing, woy yoy yoy, woy yoy-yoy yoy
Woy yoy yoy yoy, yoy yoy-yoy yoy!
Woy yoy yoy, woy yoy-yoy yoy
Woy yoy yoy yoy, yoy yoy-yoy yoy!

Troddin' through San Juan in the arms of America
Troddin' through Jamaica, a Buffalo Soldier
Fighting on arrival, fighting for survival
Buffalo Soldier, Dreadlock Rasta

Woy yoy yoy, woy yoy-yoy yoy
Woy yoy yoy yoy, yoy yoy-yoy yoy!
Woy yoy yoy, woy yoy-yoy yoy
Woy yoy yoy yoy, yoy yoy-yoy yoy!

Buffalo Skinners
(Traditional)
Performer(s): Roger McGuinn



'Twas in the town of Jacksburo, in the year of '73
That a man by the name of Kreggo come walking up to me
Saying how you doing young feller and would you like to go
To spend the summer pleasantly on the range of the buffalo

Me being out of employment, to Kreggo I did say
This summer on the buffalo range depends upon the pay
For if you pay good wages, transportation to and fro'
It's likely I go with you to the range of the buffalo

Yes I will pay good wages, and transportation too
If you'll agree to work for me until the season's through
But if you do get homesick and you try to run away
You'll starve to death on the buffalo range, and also lose your pay

With all this fancy talking he set up quite a plan
Some ten or twelve in number, all able bodied men
Our trip it was a pleasant one as we hit the westward road
Until we reached Las Cruces in old New Mexico

Well then our pleasures ended and our troubles they begun
When lightning struck the wagon boys and made the buffalo run
A thousand head a-breathin' fire, stampeding they did go
And outlaws waiting to pick us off from the hills of Mexico

Well the working season ended but the drover would not pay
He said 'you boys been extravagant , your all in debt to me'
But the cowboys never heard such a thing as a bankrupt drover-o
So they left his bones to bleach in the hills of Mexico

Across the Rio Grande my boys and homeward we are bound
No one on this buffalo range will ever more be found
Go home to your wives and sweethearts, tell others not to go
To spend the summer pleasantly on the range of the buffalo

Buffalo Gals (aka Dance With Dolly)
Composer(s): John Hodges
Performer(s): John Renfro Davis



As I was walking down the street
Down the street, down the street
A pretty gal I chance to meet
Under the silvery moon
Buffalo gals, won't you come out tonight?
Come out tonight 
Come out tonight?
Buffalo gals, won't you come out tonight
And dance by the light of the moon

I asked her if she'd stop and talk
Stop and talk 
Stop and talk
Her feet covered up the whole sidewalk
She was fair to view
Buffalo gals, won't you come out tonight?
Come out tonight 
Come out tonight?
Buffalo gals, won't you come out tonight
And dance by the light of the moon

I asked her if she'd be my wife
Be my wife, be my wife
Then I'd be happy all my life
If she'd marry me
Buffalo gals, won't you come out tonight?
Come out tonight 
Come out tonight?
Buffalo gals, won't you come out tonight
And dance by the light of the moon

Buddha
Composer(s): Edward Rose; Lew Pollack



In an oriental clime, seated on a mystic shrine
Buddha dwells, and dispels hate
Came a maid, to him one day, with a troubled heart, they say
She was told he controlled fate
"Oh Buddha, listen to my plea, I bring my troubled heart to thee
so won't you please tell me"

Time changed quickly in to years, still no word from him she hears
But each day, she would pray low
When her savings all were spent, magic messages were sent
She enthused at the news so
I came from far, far, away while those near heard her softly say
"now won't you please tell me"

Buddha, does he really love me, Buddha, is he thinking of me
at each dawn in awaking, and I find my heart still breaking
Buddha with the poppies blooming, he said he'd come back to me
Buddha, can't you discover, my heart cries, there's another
Buddha with your mystic power, Buddha, take this faded flower
I know he'll understand and ease my sad heart, why?
Oh, why did he say good bye? 
Buddha listen to my plea, bring him back to me 

Buckle Down, Winsocki
Composer(s): Hugh Martin; Ralph Blane
Performer(s): Benny Goodman
and various other artists



Buckle down, Winsocki, buckle down
You can win, Winsocki, if you knuckle down
If you break their necks , if you make them wrecks
You can break the hex, so buckle down

Make 'em yell Winsocki, make 'em yell
You can win, Winsocki, if you give 'em hell
It you don't give in, take it on the chin
You are bound to win, if you will only buckle down

If you fight you'll chuckle at defeat
If you fight your luck'll not retreat (Cheer!!!)

Knuckle down Winsocki, knuckle down
You can win, Winsocki, if you buckle down
If you mow them down, if you go to town
You can wear the crown, if you will only buckle down 

Buckets Of Rain
Composer(s): Bob Dylan
Originally performed by: Bob Dylan
Covered by various other artists



Buckets of rain
Buckets of tears
Got all them buckets comin' out of my ears
Buckets of moonbeams in my hand
I got all the love, honey baby
You can stand

I been meek
And hard like an oak
I seen pretty people disappear like smoke
Friends will arrive, friends will disappear
If you want me, honey baby
I'll be here

Like your smile
And your fingertips
Like the way that you move your lips
I like the cool way you look at me
Everything about you is bringing me
Misery

Little red wagon
Little red bike
I ain't no monkey but I know what I like
I like the way you love me strong and slow
I'm takin' you with me, honey baby
When I go

Life is sad
Life is a bust
All ya can do is do what you must
You do what you must do and ya do it well
I'll do it for you, honey baby
Can't you tell? 

Buccaneer
Composer(s): Mike McCullagh; Tully McCullagh
Performer(s): McCully Workshop



Well they got me on the beach 
And we were just out of reach 
Of the forty-second squadron 
When I heard the captain screech

Get down on the sand 
Don't you waste my time 
'Cause I gotta get that gold
And sail for England on the tide

And the Buccaneer said I'll see you dead
I'll see you swingin' from the yard arm
The buccaneer sang in a nasal twang
There's enough gold here to start on
There's enough gold to get high on

Save me! Whoa, oh, oh, sa-aave me
Save me fro-o-om
The Buccaneer 

Bubbling Over (aka Life Is Bubbling Over All The Time)
Composer(s): John William Kellette



In the human heart there's a hope that glows 
like the budding rose
Full of promise grows 
And the dawning light finds that hope so bright
But hopes bubble over then fade from sight

Through our dearest dreams as we scheme our schemes
Hope is ever new
And each golden hue
Keeps them soaring high, till they fade and die
Or those that we cherish take wings and fly

Bubbling over
Bubbling over 
Hope with me is bubbling over all the time
Just as a rosebud blooms, its petals fall 
Like all my dreams, they die, then all goes tumbling over, crumbling over
Like my castles high in the air I search for sunshine and the raindrops fall
Then as I hunt for fortune, it just hides, that's all
Dreams are over 
Hopes are over
Life is bubbling over all the time 

Bubblin' Up
Composer(s): Shel Silverstein
Performer(s): Dr. Hook



I used to be a prancer
A one-eyed song and dancer
But eyes for true romance
I didn't even try
I'd get 'em and forget 'em
But I never could stay with 'em
Cause I thought my well of love had done run dry

But now it's bubblin' up
I feel it bubblin' up
And you can't hold back this true love
No matter what you do
Because it's bubblin' up
(You can hear it, baby)
It's bubblin' up,
And it'll soon be bubblin' over just for you
(Get that look off your face!)

I know that when I met you
You loved me and I let you
But I'd gladly bet you
That it wouldn't last too long
But I had no way of knowing
That this thing would keep on growin'
And now the feeling still is going strong

And yes it's bubblin' up 

Bubbles In My Beer
Composer(s): Tommy Duncan; Cindy Walker; Bob Wills
Originally performed by: Bob Wills & His Texas Playboys
Covered by various other artists



Tonight in a bar alone I'm sitting
Apart from the laughter and the cheers
While scenes from the past, rise before me
Just watchin' the bubbles in my beer

A vision of someone who loved me
Brings a lone silent tear to my eye
Oh! I know that my life's been a failure
Just watchin' the bubbles in my beer

I'm seeing a road that I've traveled
A road paved with hearthaches and tears
And I'm seeing the past that I've wasted
While watchin' the bubbles in my beer

As I think of the heart that I've broken
And of the golden chances that have passed me by
And the dreams that I made, now are empty
As empty as the bubbles in my beer 

Bubbles
Composer(s): Bob Merrill
Performer(s): Frankie Laine



Bubbles, booble-ee-oo-do, bubbles booble-ee-oo-do
Why are my love affairs just bubbles
Whenever I fall, if I give her a call, there’s a busy line
With my kind of luck I not only get stuck but I lose my dime
They’re only troubles booble-ee-oo-do
Troubles booble-ee-oo-do
And when I care they’re mostly doubles
I get a hug and I know I should stop
Then comes her kiss and I float to the top
High as the stars in the sky then it’s pop
Tumblein’, tumbelin’, tumblein’, tumb’lin’ down I go
It was a bubble, booble-ee-oo-do
Bubbles, booble-ee-oo-do
Bubbles, bubbles, bubbles every booble-ee-oo-be time

I get a hug and I know I should stop
Then comes her kiss and I float to the top
High as the stars in the sky then it’s pop
Tumblein’, tumbelin’, tumblein’, tumb’lin’ down I go
It was a bubble, booble-ee-oo-do
Bubbles, booble-ee-oo-do
Bubbles, bubbles, bubbles every booble-ee-oo-be time 

Bryant Hotel
Composer(s): Tom Feher
Performer(s): The Left Banke



Bryant Hotel
Cardboard ceilings and mayhem
Nobody cares
Hours for sale
Broadway Harlequin harem...
Foot of the stairs

It's a sunny day
But through your window all the world looks gray
The cleaning lady didn't show today
Or so they say, but then you never can tell.....

Bryant hotel
Fossils lie in the lobby
Biding their time
Midsummer hell
Sink-down sofa, seat shabby
Fifty cent wine

It's a sunny day
But through your window all the world looks gray
A month of dear belated bills to pay
But that's OK - they never had it so well
at the Bryant Hotel.....

Bryant Hotel
Elevator vacation
Hourly ride
Telephone call
Find another location 
Credit denied!

It's a sunny day
But through your window all the world looks gray
The cleaning lady didn't show today
Or so they say, but then you never can tell..... 

Lewis Boogie
Composer(s): Jerry Lee Lewis
First recording/First release by: Jerry Lee Lewis and His Pumping Piano - 1957/1958
Covered by multiple other artists



My name is Jerry Lee Lewis, come from Louisiana
I'm gonna do you a little boogie on this here piano
Doing mighty fine, I'm gonna make you shake it
I'll make you do it and make you do it until you break it
It's called the Lewis boogie, in the Lewis way
Lord, I do my little boogie woogie every day

Well, down in New Orleans, the land of dreams
The best doggone place, son, you have ever seen
The cats go wild, do a boogie that's hot
My boogie woogie makes you want to stop and do the bop
It's called the Lewis boogie, in the Lewis way
Lord, I do my little boogie woogie every day

Aw,
Oh, boy!

Well, now let's cruise on down to old Memphis town
That's where that Presley boy said you ain't nothing but a hound
But now you take my boogie, it keeps you in the groove
Then your sacroiliac begins to shiver and a move
It's called the Lewis boogie, in the Lewis way
Lord, I do my little boogie woogie every day

Oh, boogie woogie
When your hips start rockin'
And your knees start knockin'
Lewis boogie, Lewis way
Lord, I do my little boogie woogie every day

Bryan O'Lynn
(Traditional)



Bryan O'Lynn was a gentleman born
He lived at a time when no clothes they were worn
But as fashion went out, of course Bryan walked in
"Whoo, I'll lead the fashions" says Bryan O'Lynn

Bryan O'Lynn had no breeches to wear
He got him a sheepskin to make him a pair
With the fleshy side out and the woolly side in
"Whoo, they're pleasant and cool" says Bryan O'Lynn

Bryan O'Lynn had no shirt to his back
He went to his neighbor's and borrowed a sack
Then he puckered the meal bag up under his chin
"Whoo, they'll take them for ruffles" says Bryan O'Lynn

Bryan O'Lynn had no hat to his head
He thought that the pot would do him instead
Then he murdered murdered a cod for the sake of its fin
"Whoo, 'twill pass for a feather" says Bryan O'Lynn

Bryan O'Lynn was hard up for a coat
He borrowed a skin of a neighboring goat
With the horns sticking out from his oxters, and then
"Whoo, they'll take them for pistols" says Bryan O'Lynn

Bryan O'Lynn had no stockings to wear
He bought him a rat's skin to make him a pair
He then drew them on and they fitted his shin
"Whoo, they're illegant wear" says Bryan O'Lynn

Bryan O'Lynn had no brogues to his toes
He hopped on two crab shells to serve him for those
Then he split up two oysters that matched just like twins
"Whoo, they'll shine out like buckles" says Bryan O'Lynn

Bryan O'Lynn had no watch to put on
He scooped out a turnip to make him a one
Then he planted a cricket in under the skin
"Whoo, they'll think it's a-tickin'" says Bryan O'Lynn

Bryan O'Lynn to his house had no door
He'd the sky for a roof and the bog for a floor
He'd a way to jump out and a way to swim in
"Whoo, it's very convenient" says Bryan O'Lynn

Bryan O'Lynn, his wife, and wife's mother
They all went home o'er the bridge together
The bridge it broke down and they all tumbled in
"Whoo, we'll go home by water" says Bryan O'Lynn 

Levon
Composer(s): Elton John - Bernie Taupin
First release by: Elton John - 1971
Covered by multiple other artists



Levon wears his war wound like a crown
He calls his child Jesus 'cause he likes the name
And he sends him to the finest school in town

Levon, Levon likes his money
He makes a lot they say
Spend his days counting
In a garage by the motorway

He was born a pauper
To a pawn on a Christmas day
When the New York Times
Said God is dead and war's begun
Alvin Tostig has a son today

And he shall be Levon
And he shall be a good man
And he shall be Levon
In tradition with the family plan
And he shall be Levon
And he shall be a good man
He shall be Levon

Levons sells cartoon balloons in town
His family business thrives
Jesus blows up balloons all day 
Sits on the porch swing watching them fly
And Jesus, he wants to go to Venus
Leave Levon far behind
Take a balloon and go sailing
While Levon, Levon slowly dies

And he shall be Levon
And he shall be a good man
He shall be Levon 

Bruton Town
(Traditional)
Performer(s): The Pentangle
and various other artists



In Bruton town there lived a farmer
Who had two sons and one daughter dear
By day and night they were contriving
To fill their parents' heart with fear

He told his secrets to no other
But unto her brother this he said
'I think our servant courts our sister
I think they has a great mind to wed
I'll put an end to all their courtship
I'll send him silent to his grave'

They asked him to go a-hunting
Without any fear or strife
And these two bold and wicked villains
They took away this young man's life

And in the ditch there was no water
Where only bush and briars grew
They could not hide the blood of slaughter
So in the ditch his body they threw

When they returned home from hunting
She asked for her servant-man
"I ask because I see you whisper
So brothers tell me if you can"

"O sister, you do offend me
Because you so examine me
We've lost him where we've been a-hunting
No more of him we could not see"

As she lay dreaming on her pillow
She thought she saw her heart's delight
By her bed side as she lay weeping
He was dressed all in his bloody coat

"Don't weep for me, my dearest jewel
Don't weep for me nor care nor pine
For your two brothers killed me so cruel
In such a place you may me find"

As she rose early the very next morning
With heavy sigh and bitter groan
The only love that she admired
She found in the ditch where he was thrown

Three days and nights she did sit by him
And her poor heart was filled with woe
Till cruel hunger crept upon her
And home she was obliged to go 

Brussels Blues
Composer(s): Benny Goodman; Jimmy Rushing
Performer(s): Benny Goodman



I'm going to Brussels, dig that Brussels fair
And I'm going to Brussels, dig that Brussels fair
Big shot, little shot, square's gonna be there

They're gonna jump and shout, we're gonna have a real good time
We gonna jump and shout and have a real good time
Benny Goodman gonna swing, if he doesn't change his mind

We gonna rock, we gonna rock this joint
We gonna rock, we gonna roll this joint
We gonna swing, we gonna swing this joint
We gonna rock, we gonna rock this joint
We gonna rock, we gonna swing this joint
We gonna rock, we gonna rock the fair
We gonna rock, we gonna jump the fair
We gonna rock, we gonna roll the joint
We gonna rock, we gonna sell the joint
We gonna rock, we gonna fire the joint
We gonna rock, we gonna rock this joint
We gonna rock this joint tonight

Going to Brussels, going to have a real good time
Yes I'm going to Brussels, and have me a real good time
Things gonna be all right, things gonna be real fine

Didn't spend a dime and I ain't got nothin' to lose
Didn't spend a dime and I ain't got nothin' to lose
Yes, and left me with those Brussels blues

We gonna rock, we gonna rock this joint... etc...