Less Of Me
Composer(s): Glen Campbell
First release by: Glen Campbell - 1965
Covered by multiple other artists



Let me be a little kinder
Let me be a little blinder
To the faults of those about me
Let me praise a little more
Let me be when I am weary
Just a little bit more cheery
Think a little more of others
And a little less of me

Let me be a little braver
When temptation bids me waver
Let me strive a little harder
To be all that I should be

Let me be a little meeker
With the brother that is weaker
Let me think more of my neighbor
And a little less of me

Let me be when I am weary
Just a little bit more cheery
Let me serve a little better
Those that I am strivin' for

Let me be a little meeker
With the brother that is weaker
Think a little more of others
And a little less of me

She's About A Mover
Composer(s): Doug Sahm
Performer(s): Sir Douglas Quintet;
and various other artists



She was walking down the street 
Looking fine as she could be, hey, hey 
She was walking down the street 
She's looking fine as she could be, hey, hey 
You know I love you, baby 
Oh hear what is say, hey, hey 

She walked right up to me 
Said, "Hey, big boy, what's your name?" 
She walked right up to me 
Said, "Hey, big boy, what's your name?" Hey, hey 
We had love and conversation 
Oh yeah, what I say, hey hey 

She's about a mover 
She's about a mover 
She's about a mover 
She's about a mover 
Hey, hey 

She's about a mover 
She's about a mover 
You know I love you, baby 
Oh yeah, what I say, yeah, hey 

Now, she walked right up to me, talkin' about me 
She said, "Hey, big boy, what's your name?" 
Well, she walked right up to me 
Said, "Hey, big boy, what's your name?" 
We had love and conversation 
Oh yeah, what I say, hey hey 

She's about a mover 
She's about a mover 
She's about a mover 
She's about a mover, hey

Brave Sir Robin
Composer(s): Eric Idle; Innes; Neil
Performer(s): Monty Python



Bravely bold Sir Robin rode forth from Camelot
He was not afraid to die, O brave Sir Robin
He was not at all afraid to be killed in nasty ways
Brave, brave, brave, brave Sir Robin
He was not in the least bit scared to be mashed into a pulp
Or to have his eyes gouged out and his elbows broken
To have his kneecaps split and his body burned away
And all his limbs hacked and mangled, brave Sir Robin
His head smashed in and his heart cut out
And his liver removed and his bowels unplugged
And his nostrils raped and his bottom burnt off and his penis...
He is brave Sir Robin,
Brave Sir Robin who...
To fight and...............
Brave Sir Robin ran away
Bravely, ran away...away...
When danger reared its ugly head
He bravely turned his tail and fled
Yes, brave Sir Robin turned about
And gallantly he chickened out
Bravely talking to his feet
He beat a very brave retreat
Bravest of the brave, Sir Robin

Serenade (Overhead The Moon Is Beaming)
Composer(s): Sigmund Romberg; Dorothy Donnelly
Performer(s): Howard Marsh
and multiple other artists



Overhead, the moon is beaming 
White as blossoms on the bough
Nothing is heard but the song of a bird
Filling all the air with dreaming
Would my heart but still it's beating
Only you can tell it how, beloved
From your window give me greeting 
Hear my eternal vow

Soft in the trees lies the echo of my longing
While all around you my dreams of rapture throng
My soul, my joy, my hope, my fear
Your heart must tell you that I am near
List from above while I pour out my love 
For you know through my life you are love'd
Oh, hear my longing cry, oh, love me or I die

Overhead, the moon is beaming
White as blossoms on the bough
Nothing is heard but the song of a bird
Filling all the air with dreaming 
Would my heart but still it's beating
Only you can tell it how, beloved
From your window give me greeting
I swear my eternal love

(After Sweet Memories) Play Born To Lose Again
Composer(s): Kent Marshall Robbins
Performer(s): Ronnie Milsap
and multiple other artists



Pardon me, I'm just another lonely fool
And I know the band is tired, it's half past two
Would you play one last request for an old friend
After Sweet Memories play Born To Lose again

After Sweet Memories, play Born To Lose again
I'm here most every night until the music ends
I know you know my story, I hear it now and then
So after Sweet Memories play Born To Lose again

I know the waitress here, she seats me near the band
She brings me scotch 'n soda, and her eyes understand
Oh, your hard day's night is ending, mine will soon begin
After Sweet Memories play Born To Lose again

After Sweet Memories, play Born To Lose again
I'm here most every night until the music ends
I know you know my story, I hear it now and then
So after Sweet Memories play Born To Lose again

Yes, after Sweet Memories, play Born To Lose again

Brave New World
Composer(s): Steve Miller
Performer(s): Steve Miller Band



We're driving fast
From a dream of the past
To the brave new world
Where nothing will last
That comes from the past
It's a brave new world
Put a smile on your face
As we walk with space
In the brave new world
Now as you begin
You're born once again
With the rising sun

Something new, nothing old
Something true, something gold
No spirit of the past
Can hold you back
From the brave new world

The direction to start
Is inside your heart
To the brave new world
If you're free in your heart
You can make a new start
It's a brave new world
There's nothing to hide
Leave your troubles behind
It's a brave new world
I told you, my friend
And I'll tell you again
Your trip has begun

Something new, nothing old
Something true, something gold
The direction to start
Is inside your heart
To the brave new world

Lesbian Seagull
Composer(s): Tom Wilson Weinberg
Performer(s): Engelbert Humperdinck



Over rocks and trees and sand 
Soaring over cliffs 
And gently floating down to land 
She proudly lifts her voice 
To sound her mating call 
And soon her mate responds by singing 
Caw Caw Caw 
Come with me 

Lesbian Seagull 

Settle down and rest with me 

Fly with me lesbian seagull 

To my little nest by the sea 
With me that's where you belong with me 
I know I can be strong when you're with me 
She skims the water 
At the new time to seek 
Her fish and she emerges 
With one squirming in her beak 

She plays among the waves 
And hides between the swells 
She walks the beach at twilight 

Searching for some shells 
Come with me 

Lesbian Seagull 

Settle down and rest with me 

Oh fly with me lesbian seagull 

To my little nest by the sea 

With me that's where you belong with me 
I know I can be strong when you're -- you're with me 

And in the evening 
As they watch the setting sun 
She loooks at her as if to say 
The day is done 
It's time to find their shelter 

Hidden in the dunes 

And fall asleep the 
Music of the moon 
You and me 

Lesbian seagull 

You just watch the world oh my 

Just you and me lesbian seagull 

Side by side with me 'till we die 
('Till we die) 
You and I 
We can make it if we try 
Our love will keep us flyin' high 

Until we die ... 

Brave New World
Composer(s): Robert Calvert
Performer(s): Robert Calvert



See that fine
full fresh river that's a flowin'
like the place that I'll be goin'
on the day I die
That red-wood tree
growing higher than a masthead
won't allow no force to blast it
's branches from the sky
This morning dew, don't it take like wine to you
in this brand-new world so brave and true
This golden corn is gleaming like it's just been born
in a brave new world, a brave new world ... out of the blue
See that fat
salmon swimming in the water
has anybody
ever caught a
fish like that at all?
There's herds of deer
and droves of Buffalo a roamin'
it's enough to do your dome in
it's A merical!
This morning dew, don't it take like wine to you
in this brand-new world so brave and true
This golden corn is gleaming like it's just been born
in a brave new world, a brave new world ... out of the blue
Feel that sun
like a great gold gong that's beating
like a brass-bell fanfare greeting
summoning the day
And hear that bird
unfurls its song and hoist it flying
like a flag that's testifying
more than words can say
This morning dew, don't it take like wine to you
in this brand-new world so brave and true
This golden corn is gleaming like it's just been born
in a brave new world, a brave new world ... out of the blue

Bravado
Composer(s): Geddy Lee; Alex Lifeson; Neil Peart
Performer(s): Rush



If we burn our wings
Flying too close to the sun
If the moment of glory
Is over before it's begun
If the dream is won 
Though everything is lost
We will pay the price
But we will not count the cost

When the dust has cleared
And victory denied
A summit too lofty
River a little too wide
If we keep our pride
Though paradise is lost
We will pay the price
But we will not count the cost

And if the music stops
There's only the sound of the rain
All the hope and glory
All the sacrifice in vain
And if love remains
Though everything is lost
We will pay the price
But we will not count the cost

Brass In Pocket
Composer(s): James Honeyman-Scott; Chrissie Hynde
Originally performed by: Pretenders
Covered by various other artists



Got brass in pocket, got bottle, I'm gonna use it
Intention, I feel inventive, gonna make you, make you, make you notice
Got motion, restrained emotion 
Been driving, Detroit leaning
No reason, just seems so pleasing, gonna make you, make you, make you notice

Gonna use my arms, gonna use my legs, gonna use my style, gonna use my sidestep
gonna use my fingers, gonna use my, my, my imagination
'cause I gonna make you see, there's nobody else here, no one like me
I'm special, so special, I gotta have some of your attention, give it to me

Got rhythm, I can't miss a beat, got new skank, it's so reet 
Got something, I'm winking at you, gonna make you, make you, make you notice

Gonna use my arms, gonna use my legs, gonna use my style, gonna use my sidestep
gonna use my fingers, gonna use my, my, my imagination
'cause I gonna make you see, there's nobody else here, no one like me
I'm special, so special, I gotta have some of your attention, give it to me
cause I gonna make you see, there's nobody else here, no one like me
I'm special, so special, I gotta have some of your attention, give it to me
And when you walk…

Brass Buttons
Composer(s): Gram Parsons
Originally performed by: Gram Parsons
Covered by various other artists



Brass buttons, green silks and silver shoes
Warm evenings, pale mornings, bottle of blues
And the tiny golden pins that she wore up in her hair
Brass buttons, green silks and silver shoes

My mind was young until she grew
My secret thoughts known only by the few
It was a dream much to real to be leaned against too long
All the time I think she knew

Her words still dance inside my head
Her comb still lies beside my bed
And the sun comes up without her, it just doesn't know she's gone
Oh, but I remember everything she said

Brass buttons, green silks and silver shoes
Warm evenings, pale mornings, bottle of blues
And the tiny golden pins that she wore up in her hair
Brass buttons, green silks and silver shoes

Brass Buckles
Performer(s): Barbi Benton



She outgrew brass buckles on her shoes
At twelve she was filling out her jeans
With a mind young and wild and a body that the devil styled
She could make a man do anything

She was old enough to try anything that crossed her mind
She liked anything that caught her eye
Like big diamond rings and shiny limousines
The devil never gave her a chance to be a child

Woh-oh, she outgrew brass buckles on her shoes
At twelve she was filling out her jeans
With a mind young and wild and a body that the devil styled
She could make a man do anything

They'd land her on the ground then giddy up or down
But she just had to make her dreams come true
On every movie screen you could see this country queen
She just ended for the playboy magazine

Woh-oh, she outgrew brass buckles on her shoes
At twelve she was filling out her jeans
With a mind young and wild and a body that the devil styled
She could make a man do anything

Woh-oh, she outgrew brass buckles on her shoes
At twelve she was filling out her jeans
With a mind young and wild and a body that the devil styled
She could make a man do anything

She outgrew brass buckles on her shoes
At twelve she was filling out her jeans
With a mind young and wild and a body that the devil styled
She could make a man do anything

She outgrew brass buckles on her shoes
At twelve she was filling out her jeans
With a mind young and wild and a body that the devil styled
She could make a man do anything

Brandy 
Composer(s): Elliot Lurie
First release by: Looking Glass - 1972
Covered by multiple other artists



There's a port on a western bay
And it serves a hundred ships a day
Lonely sailors pass the time away
And talk about their homes

And there's a girl, in this harbour town
And she works, laying whiskey down
They say "Brandy, fetch another round"
She serves them whiskey and wine

The sailors say "Brandy, you're a fine girl
What a good wife you would be
Yeah, your eyes could steal a sailor
From the sea"

Brandy, wears a braided chain
Made of finest silver from the north of Spain
A locket that bears the name
Of a man that Brandy loved

He came on a summer's day
Bringing gifts from far away
But he made it clear he couldn't stay
No harbour was his home

The sailor said "Brandy, you're a fine girl
What a good wife you would be
But my life, my lover, my lady
Is the sea"

Yeah, Brandy used to watch his eyes when he told his sailor's story
She could feel the ocean fall and rise, she saw it's raging glory
But he had always told the truth, Lord, he was an honest man
And Brandy does her best to understand

At night, when the bars close down
Brandy walks through a silent town
And loves a man, who's not around
She still can hear him say, she hears him say

"Brandy, you're a fine girl
What a good wife you would be
But my life, my lover, my lady
Is the sea"

"Brandy, you're a fine girl
What a good wife you would be
But my life ...

I Wanna Go Back To Dixie
Composer(s): Tom Lehrer
Performer(s): Tom Lehrer



I wanna go back to Dixie
Take me back to dear old Dixie
That's the only little old place for little old me!
Oldtimes, they are not forgotten
Whoppin' slaves and sellin' cotton
And waitin' for the Robert E Lee
It was never there on time!

I'll go back to the Swanee
Where pellagra makes you scrawny
And my honeysuckle clutters up the vine
I really am a-fixin'
To go home and start a-mixin'
Down below that Mason-Dixon line

Oh, poll tax
How I love ya, how I love ya
My dear old poll tax!

Won't you come with me to Alabamy
Back to the arms of my dear old mammy
Her cookin' lousy and her hands are clammy
But what the hell, it's home!

Yes, for paradise the southland is my nominee
Just give me a ham hock and a grit of hominy!

I wanna go back to Dixie
I wanna be a Dixie pixie
And eat cornpone till it's comin' out of my ears!
I wanna talk with southern gentlemen
And put my white sheet on again
I ain't seen a good lynchin' in years!

The land of the boweevil
Where the laws are mediaevil
Is callin' me to come and never more roam
I wanna go back to the southland
That "you-all" and "shut my mouth" land
Be it ever so decadent
There's no place like home!

Brand New Set Of Rules
Composer(s): Mick Jagger
Performer(s): Mick Jagger



I will be kind won't be so cruel
I will be sweet I will be true
The pains of love you'll quickly learn
Are soon to heat and quick to burn

I got a brand new set of rules
Because I am your brand new fool
I got a brand new set of rules
I got to learn

You'll be so proud so proud of me
You'll see the change so plain to see
Because of you a brand new start
Because of you a change of heart

I got a brand new set of rules
It's just like I was back in school
I got a brand new set of rules
I got to learn

I'm going to change just mark my words
You can't believe all that you heard
All of those lies all of those rumours
That your friends told you

And if I'm left upon the shelf
Cause you belong to someone else
I've got my brand new set of rules
Because I am nobody's fool

I've got a brand new set of rules
I've got to learn
I've got to learn
I've got to learn

Fight Fiercely, Harvard
Composer(s): Tom Lehrer
Performer(s): Tom Lehrer



Fight fiercely Harvard, fight, fight, fight!
Demonstrate to them our skill
Albeit they possess the might
Nonetheless, we have the will!

How we will celebrate our victory!
We shall invite the whole team up for tea, how jolly!
Hurl that spheroid down the field
And fight, fight, fight!

Fight fiercely Harvard, fight, fight, fight!
Impress them with our prowess, do!
Oh fellas, do not let the crimson down
Be of stout heart and true!

Come on chaps, fifgt for Harvard's glorious name
Won't it be peachy if we win the game, oh goody!
Let's try not to injure them
But fight, fight, fight, let's not be rough though!
Fight, fight, fight, and do fight fiercely!
Fight, fight, fight!

Brand New Second Hand
Composer(s): Bob Marley; Lee "Scratch" Perry; Peter Tosh
Performer(s): Peter Tosh & Bob Marley; The Upsetters



You're only acting like
You are somebody
But I don't no say
You know nobody

You're only a show off
Your painted face, yeah
But underneath that face
You're just a disgrace

You're just a brand new second hand gal
No man no wan' no
Brand new second hand gal
You better go back around so
You're just a brand new second hand gal

You think it's the dress you wear
That make you a lady
Get that out of your mind gal
You must be crazy

Mama used to tell me
Long time ago yeah
Not everything you see glitter is gold

You're just a brand new second hand gal
No man no wan' no
Brand new second hand gal
You better go back around so
You're just a brand new second hand gal

See you watch them pass 
Well hidy-tidy
But them no-no say
You very nasty

Look 'pon you footback
Look how them tough, yeah
And you chaw bone favor
Spanish town handcuff

You're just a brand new second hand gal
No man no wan' no
Brand new second hand gal
You better go back around so
You're just a brand new second hand gal

Dick know 'bout you
And Tom do
And Harry just 'round the corner
Know 'bout you too

He got a police buk
And take it for fun, yeah
Them must see no-no say
You judge two gun

You're just a brand new second hand gal
No man no wan' no
Brand new second hand gal
You better go back around so
You're just a brand new second hand gal

...that man fe idiot
You're just a brand new second hand...you're wicked

Fool ya, you fool ya...

The Irish Ballad
Composer(s): Tom Lehrer
Performer(s): Tom Lehrer; Evy Mayer



About a maid I'll sing a song
Sing rickety-tickety-tin
About a maid I'll sing a song
Who didn't have her family long
Not only did she do them wrong
She did every one of them in, them in
She did every one of them in!

One morning, in a fit of pique
Sing rickety-tickety-tin
One morning, in a fit of pique
She drowned her father in the creek
The water tasted bad for a week
And we had to make do with gin, with gin
We had to make do with gin!

Her mother she could never stand
Sing rickety-tickety-tin
Her mother she could never stand
And so a cyanide soup she planned
The mother died with a spoon in her hand
And her face in a hideous grin, a grin
Her face in a hideous grin!

She set her sister's hair on fire
Rickety-tickety-tin
She set her sister's hair on fire
And as the smoke and flames rose higher
danced around the funeral pyre
Playin' a violin, -olin
Playin' a violin!

She weighed her brother down with stones
Rickety-tickety-tin
She weighed her brother down with stones
And sent him down to Davy Jones
All they ever found was some bones
And occasional pieces of skin, of skin
Occasional pieces of skin!

One day, when she had nothing to do
Rickety-tickety-tin
One day, when she had nothing to do
She cut her baby brother in two
And served him up as an Irish stew
And invited the neighbours in, 'bours in
Invited the neighbours in!

And when at last the police came by
Rickety-tickety-tin
And when at last the police came by
Her little pranks she did not deny
To do so she would have had to lie
And lying she knew was a sin, a sin
Lying she knew was a sin!

My tragic tale I won't prolong
Rickety-tickety-tin
My tragic tale I won't prolong
And if you don't enjoy my song
You've yourself to blame if it's too long
You should never have let me begin, begin
You should never have let me begin!

Brand New Key
Composer(s): Melanie
Originally performed by: Melanie



I rode my bicycle past your window last night
I roller-skated to your door at daylight
It almost seems like you're avoiding me
I'm okay alone, but you got something I need

Well, I got a brand new pair of roller skates
You got a brand new key
I think that we should get together and try them out you see
I been looking around awhile
You got something for me
Oh! I got a brand new pair of roller skates
You got a brand new key

I ride my bike, I roller skate don't drive no care
Don't go too fast, but I go pretty far
For somebody who don't drive
I been all around the world
Some people say, I done all right for a girl

Oh, yea yea, oh, yea yea yea, oh yea yea yea yea yea yea

I asked your mother if you were at home
She said yes but you weren't alone
Oh, sometimes I think that you're avoiding me
I'm okay alone, but you got something I need

Well, I got a brand new pair of roller skates
You got a brand new key
I think that we should get together and try them out to see
La la la la la la la la, la la la la la la
Oh! I got a brand new pair of roller skates
You got a brand new key

These Days
Composer(s): Jackson Browne
First release by: Nico - 1967
Covered by multiple other artists



I've been out walking
I don't do that much talking these days
These days

These days I seem to think a lot
About the things that I forgot to do
And all the times I had the chance to

I stopped my rambling
I don't do too much gambling these days
These days

These days I seem to think about
How all the changes came about my way
And I wonder if I'll see another highway

I had a lover
I don't think I'd risk another these days
These days

And if I seem to be afraid
To live the life I have made in song
It's just that I've been losing so long

La-la-la-la-la
La-laaaa

I'll stop my dreaming
I won't do too much scheming these days
These days

These days I sit on corner stones
And count the time in quarter tones to ten
Please don't confront me with my failures
I had not forgotten them