Sunny
((Adapted from: Sunny (by Mieko Hirota) - 1965))
Composer(s): Bobby Hebb - Buddy Buie - James Cobb - Jacques Plante
Performer(s): Richard Anthony - 1966

Titles In Other Languages:
1969 - Stormy (by Classics IV)
1977 - Sunny (by Horst Jankowski)



Sunny, ce matin encore c'était l'hiver
Sunny, depuis que tu es là le ciel est plus clair
Il y a du soleil dans les rues sur les toits
Le printemps est revenu avec toi
Et je t'aime toujours, mon amour

Sunny, c'est déjà la fin de ma longue nuit
Sunny, à nouveau pour moi le soleil luit
J'ai eu des mauvais jours dans le vent et la pluie
J'avais si peur que tu m'oublies
Mais tu m'aimes toujours, mon amour

Sunny, tu m'as ramené tant de soleil
Sunny, le ciel est si bleu quand je m'éveille
Je me vois déjà aux vacances d'été
Les beaux jours durent toute l'année
Et je t'aime toujours, mon amour

Sunny, merci pour toutes les choses que je te dois
Sunny, pour tout le bonheur d'être avec toi
Oh merci pour le regard que tu poses sur moi
Et pour les images que j'y vois
Et je t'aime toujours, mon amour

Oh ! Sunny, ce matin encore c'était l'hiver
Sunny, depuis que tu es là le ciel est plus clair
Il y a du soleil dans les rues sur les toits
Le printemps est là avec toi
Et je t'aime toujours, mon amour

Yankee Go Home
Performer(s): Luis Eduardo Aute



Ya no entiendo nada lo que pasa aquí
el planeta está perdiendo la razón
a ninguna parte ya me dejan ir
todo el mundo dice: yankee go home
yankee go home, going home...

No sé por qué creen que tengo mala fe
con lo guapo y simpático que soy
yo sólo pretendo ser papá Noel
traigo cocacolas, tanques y el Playboy
yankee go home, going home...

Dicen que me vuelva a donde yo nací
que me quede para siempre en Oregón
pero a mi me gusta mucho más Madrid
porque allí cerquita está mi Torrejón
yankee go home, going home...

Sunny - 1965 ((aka Stormy (by Classics IV) - 1969))
Composer(s): Bobby Hebb
First release by: Mieko Hirota - 1965
Covered by multiple other artists

Titles In Other Languages:
1966 - Sunny (by Richard Anthony)
1977 - Sunny (by Horst Jankowski)



Sunny, yesterday my life was filled with rain
Sunny, you smiled at me and really eased the pain
The dark days are gone, and the bright days are here
My Sunny one shines so sincere
Sunny one so true, I love you

Sunny, thank you for the sunshine bouquet
Sunny, thank you for the love you brought my way
You gave to me your all and all
Now I feel ten feet tall
Sunny one so true, I love you

Sunny, thank you for the truth you let me see
Sunny, thank you for the facts from A to C
My life was torn like a wind-blown sand
And the rock was formed when you held my hand
Sunny one so true, I love you

Sunny, thank you for the smile upon your face
Sunny, thank you for the gleam that shows its grace
You're my spark of nature's fire
You're my sweet complete desire
Sunny one so true, I love you

Sunny, yesterday my life was filled with rain...

Yankee Doodle Dandy
Composer(s): George M. Cohan
Performer(s): James Cagney;
and various other artists



I'm a Yankee Doodle Dandy
A Yankee Doodle, do or die
A real live nephew of my uncle Sam's
Born on the Fourth of July
I've got a Yankee Doodle sweetheart
She's my Yankee Doodle joy
Yankee Doodle came to London
Just to ride the ponies
I am a Yankee Doodle boy

I'm the kid that's all the candy
I'm a Yankee Doodle Dandy
I'm glad I am
So's Uncle Sam
I'm a real live Yankee Doodle
Made my name and fame and boodle
Just like Mister Doodle did
By riding on a pony
I love to listen to the Dixey strain
"I long to see the girl I left behind me"
And that ain't a josh
She's a Yankee, by gosh
Oh, say can you see
Anything about a Yankee that's a phoney?

I'm a Yankee Doodle Dandy
A Yankee Doodle, do or die
A real live nephew of my uncle Sam's
Born on the Fourth of July
I've got a Yankee Doodle sweetheart
She's my Yankee Doodle joy
Yankee Doodle came to London
Just to ride the ponies
I am a Yankee Doodle boy

Father's name was Hezikiah
Mother's name was Ann Maria
Yanks through and through
Red, white and blue
Father was so Yankee hearted
When the Spanish War was started
He slipped upon his uniform
And hopped up on a pony
My mother's mother was a Yankee true
My father's father was a Yankee too
And that's going some
For the Yankees, by gum
Oh, say can you see
Anything about my pedigree that's phoney?

I'm a Yankee Doodle Dandy
A Yankee Doodle, do or die
A real live nephew of my uncle Sam's
Born on the Fourth of July
I've got a Yankee Doodle sweetheart
She's my Yankee Doodle joy
Yankee Doodle came to London,
Just to ride the ponies
I am a Yankee Doodle boy

Drip Drop
Composer(s): Anders Bagge - Stefan Örn - Sandra Bjurman
First performance by: Safura - 2010



You are my man, you are my half
Tell me what's happening
I know something's wrong
I can tell when you lie
I can tell you've stopped trying
 
And these last three weeks passed and we barely talked
I think I know and it's breaking my heart
Am I in or am I out?
 
Can I love you forever through this?
Can I trust in you forever through this?
I don't know how to stop, how to stop
 
These teardro-o-ops
That drip drop, drip drop
Drip drop, drip drop
Whoah... whoah...
 
These teardro-o-ops
That drip drop, drip drop
Drip drop, drip drop
Whoah... whoah...
 
Tell me where have you been? Why are you late?
You smell like lipstick again
Come on, answer my question
Say something
Why are you acting out?
 
Oh, say it's in my head
 
Can I love you forever through this?
Can I trust in you forever through this?
I don't know how to stop, how to stop
 
These teardro-o-ops
That drip drop, drip drop
Drip drop, drip drop
Whoah... whoah...
 
I don't wanna cry
I don't wanna hear your name
If this is where it ends
I don't wanna run
Run away from myself
And be lost again...
 
(Can I love you forever through this?)
Oh no no no... oh no no no...
Can I trust in you forever through this?
 
I don't know (These teardro-o-ops)
I don't know (That drip drop, drip drop)
I don't know (Drip drop, drip drop)
Whoah... whoah...

Yankee Doodle
Composer(s): Richard Shuckburgh
Performer(s): Young American All-Stars



Yankee Doodle went to town, a-riding on a pony
Stuck a feather in his cap and called it macaroni

Chorus

Yankee Doodle keep it up, Yankee Doodle dandy
Mind the music and the step and with the girls be handy

Father and I went down to camp along with Captain Gooding
And there we saw the men and boys, as thick as hasty pudding

There was Colonel Washington, upon a strapping stallion
A-giving orders to his men, I guess there was a million 

And there I saw a cannon barrel as big as mother's basin
And every time they touched it off they scampered like the nation

Storm In A Teacup
(French Version: Dans La Vie Tout S'arrange - 1976)
Composer(s): Lynsey De Paul - Ronald Ernest Alfred Roker
First release by: The Fortunes - 1972
Covered by multiple other artists



Pitter, patter, pitter, patter

One drop of rain on your window pane
Doesn't mean to say there's a thunderstorm coming
The rain may fall
For an hour or more
But it doesn't matter
No, it doesn't matter

One gentle breeze blowing softly through the trees
Doesn't mean to say there's a hurricane humming
So don't start running
Every time you hear it coming
Cuz it doesn't matter
You know it doesn't matter

One little word that you may have overheard
Doesn't mean to say that my love for you is dying
So don't start crying over second-hand lying
Cuz it doesn't matter
No, it doesn't matter

It's a storm in a teacup
Brewing up double
All those tiny little troubles
It's a storm in a teacup
It really doesn't matter
If it pitter, pitter, patters all the day 

Yama, Yama, Pretty Mama
Composer(s): Richard Berry; Joe Josea
Performer(s): Richard Berry; 
Big Sandy & His Fly-Rite Boys;
New York Jimmy & the Jive Five



Yama yama pretty mama, yama yama pretty mama
Yama yama yama yama yama yama
Pretty mama you look good to me

Well I got a five foot baby
Cutest thing you'll ever see
Heart full of lovin' an' it's all for me

Yama yama pretty mama, yama yama pretty mama
Yama yama yama yama yama yama
Pretty mama you look good to me

Well all the guys talk about
Their girls so fine
Wait a minute boy till you see mine

Yama yama pretty mama, yama yama pretty mama
Yama yama yama yama yama yama
Pretty mama you look good to me

Well she got a smile
Make you do-oo-o anything
Sparkle in her eye begats a diamond ring

Yama yama pretty mama, yama yama pretty mama
Yama yama yama yama yama yama
Pretty mama you look good to me

[Sax Solo]

She got a smile
Make you do-oo-o anything
Sparkle in her eye begats a diamond ring

Yama yama pretty mama, yama yama pretty mama
Yama yama yama yama yama yama
Pretty mama you look good to me

[Guitar Solo]

Well all the cats talk about
Their girls so fine
Wait a minute boy till you see mine

Yama yama pretty mama, yama yama pretty mama
Yama yama yama yama yama yama
Pretty mama you look good to me

Yama yama pretty mama, yama yama pretty mama
Yama yama yama yama yama yama
Pretty mama you look good to me

Storm In A Teacup 
Composer(s): Tom Evans
Performer(s): Badfinger



Well, you just slammed the door in my face
Well, that ain't any disgrace
It's a natural thing to do
Because true love never runs smooth

Well

It's just a storm in a teacup, baby
We'll never break up, baby
Storm in a teacup, baby

You will leave for a day (day)
Then come back here anyway (way)
You'll come knocking on my door
And then tell me, "je t'adore!" ["I adore you"]

Yeah, yeah, yeah

It's just a storm in a teacup, baby
We'll never break up, baby
Storm in a teacup, baby

It's just a storm in a teacup, baby
We'll never break up, baby
Storm in a teacup, baby

You will leave for a day (day)
Then come back here anyway (way)
You'll come knocking on my door
And then tell me, "je t'adore!" ["I adore you"]

Yeah, yeah, yeah
It's just a storm in a teacup, baby
We'll never break up, baby
Storm in a teacup, baby
We'll never break up, baby
Storm in a teacup
Storm in a teacup
Storm in a teacup, yeah

Y'All Come Back Saloon
Composer(s): Sharon Vaughn
Performer(s): The Oakridge Boys



She played tambourine with a silver jingle 
and she must have known the word to at least a million tunes
but the one most requested by the man she knew as cowboy 
was the late night benediction at the y'all come back saloon

In a voice soft and trembling
she'd sing her song to cowboy as a smokey halo circled round her raven hair
And all the fallen angels and pinball playing rounders
stopped the games that they'd been playing for the losers evening prayer

Faded love and faded memories how they linger in her mind
miles and years played the cowboy like and old melody out of tune and out of time

Every night in the shadows thinking back on Amarillo
he'd dream of better days and ask for faded love
lifting high his glass in honor of the lady and her song
he paid his check then lonely walked the broken cowboy home

Faded love and faded memories how they linger in her mind
miles and years played the cowboy like and old melody out of tune and out of time

Faded love and faded memories how they linger in her mind 
miles and years played the cowboy like and old melody out of tune and out of time

We Don't Wanna Put In
Composer(s): Stephane Mgebrishvili
First performance by: Stephane & 3G - 2009



Some people tell you the stories
To drag you down to the knees
But let me tell you: don't worry
No worries, no worries
 
Another glass of my moonshine
Will kick the hell out of me
But let me focus on good stuff
Some good stuff, just good stuff
 
We don't wanna put in the negative move
It's killin' the groove
I'm a-tryin' to shoot in some disco tonight
Boogie with you
 
So many people are whining
They're freakin' all day long
The bitchin' will last forever
And ever, and ever
 
You better change your perspective
Your life won't be outta luck
A groovy sun will be rising
Be rising, it's rising
 
We don't wanna put in the negative move
It's killin' the groove
I'm a-tryin' to shoot in some disco tonight
Boogie with you
 
Boogie with you, boogie with you
Boogie with you, boogie with you
Boogie with you
 
I like all Europe countries and I love Europa
Say: give me sexy ah (Give me sexy ah)
Say: give me sexy ah (Give me sexy ah)
 
Put in
Don't wanna put in
We don't wanna put in
We don't wanna put in
 
We don't wanna put in the negative move
It's killin' the groove
I'm a-tryin' to shoot in some disco tonight
Boogie with you
 
We don't wanna put in the negative move
It's killin' the groove
I'm a-tryin' to shoot in some disco tonight
Boogie with you
 
We don't wanna put in

Y'All Come
Composer(s): Arlie Duff
Performer(s): Bill Monroe;
and various other artists



When you live in the country everybody is your neighbor 
On this one thing you can rely 
They'll all come to see you and they'll never ever leave you 
Y'all come to see us bye and bye 
Y'all come (y'all come), y'all come (y'all come) 
Oh, you all come to see us when you can 
Y'all come (y'all come), y'all come (y'all come) 
Oh, you all come to see us now and then 

Now Grandma's a-wishing you'd come out the kitchen 
And help do the dishes right away 
Then they all start a-leaving, and though she's a-grieving 
You can still hear grandma say 

Y'all come (y'all come), y'all come (y'all come) 
Oh, you all come to see us when you can 
Y'all come (y'all come), y'all come (y'all come) 
Oh, you all come to see us now and then 

Y'all come (y'all come), y'all come (y'all come) 
Oh, you all come to see us when you can 
Y'all come (y'all come), y'all come (y'all come) 
Oh, you all come to see us now and then

Storm
Composer(s): Shawn Phillips
Performer(s): Shawn Phillips



Every time I pass your place
I get an image of your face
And then I wonder what you're thinkin' of
As I look through the mist to your window above
And the clouds roll by
But the silver has tarnished for me in the sky
Minutes pass by and the mist starts drifting
And the rain starts falling
And the air gets cold
And I try to move away
But my feet won't let me
They stay right there
But I don't feel cold
I feel old
The wind is blowing and rain is pouring
And the sky is a mass of roiling figures
And their eyes flash fire
And it streaks across the heavens
And it sounds like a man being
Torn to shreds by desire

Yakety Yak
Composer(s): Jerry Leiber; Mike Stoller
Performer(s): The Coasters;
and various other artists



Take out the papers and the trash 
Or you don't get no spending cash 
If you don't scrub that kitchen floor 
You ain't gonna rock and roll no more 
Yakety yak (don't talk back) 

Just finish cleaning up your room 
Let's see that dust fly with that broom 
Get all that garbage out of sight 
Or you don't go out Friday night 
Yakety yak (don't talk back) 

You just put on your coat and hat 
And walk yourself to the Laundromat 
And when you finish doing that 
Bring in the dog and put out the cat 
Yakety yak (don't talk back) 

Don't you give me no dirty looks 
Your father's hip; he knows what cooks 
Just tell your hoodlum friend outside 
You ain't got time to take a ride 
Yakety yak (don't talk back) 

Yakety yak, Yakety yak 
Yakety yak, Yakety yak 
Yakety yak, Yakety yak 

(Fade)

Yakety yak, Yakety yak

Love Symphony
Composer(s): Andrej Babic - Aleksandar Valencic
First performance by: Quartissimo & Martina - 2009



Imagine you and me
We're flying above the sea
Feeling free in this love symphony
 
Imagine you and me
We're flying above the sea
Feeling free in this love symphony
 
Out of time, out of place
Somewhere inside my universe
Where you live your dreams
 
Imagine you and me
We're flying above the sea
Feeling free eternally
Like in this love symphony

Yah Mo B There
Composer(s): James Ingram; Quincy Jones;
Michael McDonald; Rod Temperton
Performer(s): James Ingram; The Eurobeats; 
Jon Gibson; Quincy Jones; Michael McDonald



Heavenly Father watchin' us fall
We take from each other and give nothing at all
Well, it's a doggone shame
But never too late for change
So, if your luck runs low
Just reach out and call His name, His name...

(Chorus)
Yah Mo B there, Yah Mo B there
Yah Mo B there, Yah Mo B there

Whenever you call...

Never be lonely, lost in the night
Just run from the darkness, lookin' for the light
'Cause it's a long, hard road
That leads to a brighter day, hey...
Don't let your heart grow cold
Just reach out and call His name, His name...

(Chorus) x 2

Yah will B there
You can count on it brother
'Cause we're all just finding our way
Travelin' through time
People got to keep pushin' on
No matter how many dreams slip away
Yah will b there

Well, it's a doggone shame
But never too late for change
So, when your luck runs low
Just reach out and call His name
Just call His name

(Chorus)

Stories Of The Street
Composer(s): Leonard Cohen
First release by: Leonard Cohen - 1967
Covered by: That Petrol Emotion - 1991



The stories of the street are mine, the Spanish voices laugh
The Cadillacs go creeping now through the night and the poison gas
and I lean from my window sill in this old hotel I chose
yes one hand on my suicide, one hand on the rose

I know you've heard it's over now and war must surely come
the cities they are broke in half and the middle men are gone
But let me ask you one more time, O children of the dusk
All these hunters who are shrieking now oh do they speak for us?

And where do all these highways go, now that we are free?
Why are the armies marching still that were coming home to me?
O lady with your legs so fine O stranger at your wheel
You are locked into your suffering and your pleasures are the seal

The age of lust is giving birth, and both the parents ask
the nurse to tell them fairy tales on both sides of the glass
And now the infant with his cord is hauled in like a kite
and one eye filled with blueprints, one eye filled with night

O come with me my little one, we will find that farm
and grow us grass and apples there and keep all the animals warm
And if by chance I wake at night and I ask you who I am
O take me to the slaughterhouse, I will wait there with the lamb

With one hand on the hexagram and one hand on the girl
I balance on a wishing well that all men call the world
We are so small between the stars, so large against the sky
and lost among the subway crowds I try to catch your eye

Yaaka Hula Hickey Dula
Composer(s): Ray Goetz; 
Joe Young; Pete Wendling
Performer(s): Cliff "Ukelele Ike" Edwards,
and various other artists


Down Hawaii way, where I chanced to stray
On an evening I heard a Hula maiden play 
Yaaka hula hickey dula, Yaaka hula hickey du
Down Hawaii way, by the moonlit bay
When I lingered awhile, she stole my heart away
Yaaka hula hickey dula, Yaaka hula hickey du
Oh, I don't care if you've loved the ladies far and near
You'd forget about them all if you could hear
Yaaka hula hickey du la, Yaaka hula hickey du

Down Hawaii way, you would love to stay
On an evening I heard a Hula maiden play
Yaaka hula hickey dula, Yaaka hula hickey du
Down Hawaii way, while the breakers play
With a movement just like the waves, those Hulas say
"Yaaka hula hickey dula, Yaaka hula hickey du" 
Oh, I don't care if you're never, never loved before
You'll be captivated on that coral shore
Yaaka hula hickey du la, Yaaka hula hickey du

I'm coming back to you, my Hula Lous
Beside the sea at Waikiki, you'll play for me
And once again you'll sway my heart your way
With your yaaka hula jickey du la tune

I Don't Wanna Leave
Composer(s): Rike Boomgaarden - Bernd Klimpel - Alex Geringas - Dee Adam
First performance by: Lidia Kopania - 2009



I can't say the words I feel inside so deep
'Cause when the clouds come out, I feel so incomplete
I know the sun shines down on me
I see it now, the rain won't get to me
I just wanna live my life the way it's meant to be
 
I don't wanna leave, but it's my destiny
I will wrap my arms around the world
You'll see that I am not a child
'Cause I'm standing taller this time
Take it step by step, do my best, that's right
But I will never say goodbye
 
For so long now I've been dreaming in the dark
I was too scared to feel the things held in my heart
Don't you know this is meant to be, I'll let it out
'Cause it's getting hard to breathe
I just wanna live my life the way it's meant to be
 
I don't wanna leave, but it's my destiny
I will wrap my arms around the world
You'll see that I am not a child
'Cause I'm standing taller this time
Take it step by step, do my best, that's right
Oh... I don't wanna leave, I don't wanna leave
But it's my destiny, oh...
 
I'll never say goodbye...
(Never say, never say, never say goodbye)
Never, oh...
(Never say, never say)
 
I don't wanna leave, but I'm standing taller this time
Take it step by step, do my best, that's right
But I will never say goodbye

Ya, Ya
Composer(s): Lee Dorsey;
Clarence Lewis; Morgan Robinson
Performer(s): John Lennon;
and various other artists


well, I'm sitting in the la, la
waiting for my ya, ya, ah ha
I'm sitting in the la, la
waiting for the ya ya, ah ha
it may sound funny
but I don't believe she's coming, no, no

hey, baby, hurry
don't make me worry, no
hey, baby, hurry
don't make me worry, ah, ah, ah
you know that I love you
yes, I love you, ah, ah

uh!

well, I'm sitting in the la, la
waiting for my ya, ya, ah ha
I'm sitting in the la, la
waiting for the ya, ya, ah, ah, ah
it may sound funny
but I don't believe she's coming, no, no

uh, now, one time!

oh!

hey, baby, hurry
don't make me worry, no, no
hey, baby, hurry
don't make me worry, no, no
you know that I love you
always thinking of you, yeah, yeah

hey, hey, rock!

rock!