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The Girls And The Dogs
Scott Walker
- Credits
- Lyrics
- Sheet Music
WRITERS
Eric Blau
Gerard Jouannest
Jacques Brel
Mort Shuman
YEAR
1969
The girls
Are as fast as a game
Are as bright as a flame
And you're always to blame
The girls
Are as pink as the light
Or as dark as the night
Ah, but they're always right
The girls
Are as cold as a sphinx
Always dreaming of minks
And they'll drive you to drink
The girls
Are as soft as a sigh
That whispers good-bye
Then leaves you to cry
But the dogs
Well, they're only dogs
Just wagging their tails
As they watch it end
Oh, the dogs
Well, they're only dogs
And maybe that's why
They're man's best friend
The girls
Can make you feel cold
Can make you feel old
An antique to be sold
The girls
They play with your heart
They'll tear you apart
You're never too smart
The girls
They throw you from towers
They'll whip you with flowers
It depends on the hours
The girls
Will treat you like trash
Or let you be brash
It depends on your cash
But the dogs
Don't depend on a thing
They just lick your face
As they see it end
Oh, the dogs
Don't depend on a thing
And maybe that's why
They're man's best friend
The girls
You know that they're vain
They'll poison your brain
They'll drive you insane
The girls
Will laugh at your jokes
How they love the coat
Ah, but it's all a hoax
The girls
Are still making dates
Still making you wait
Then they say you're late
The girls
Are yours for a throw
At least you think so
Ah, but you never know
The dogs
Well you know the dogs
They lift up a leg
As they see it end
Oh, the dogs
Well you know the dogs
And maybe that's why
They're man's best friend
The girls
They're not what they seem
They all have a scheme
They call it a dream
The girls
Are as hot as they please
And you're down on your knees
With the greatest of ease
The girls
Say you're on the right track
Then they take it all back
Tie it up in a sack
The girls
They'll give it of course
But they give with such force
That it gives you remorse
But the dogs
They give nothing at all
For all they can do
Is just watch it end
Oh, the dogs
They give nothing at all
And maybe that's why
They're man's best friend
And yet, it's because of the girls
When they've knocked us about
And our tears want to shout
That we kick the dogs out
Are as fast as a game
Are as bright as a flame
And you're always to blame
The girls
Are as pink as the light
Or as dark as the night
Ah, but they're always right
The girls
Are as cold as a sphinx
Always dreaming of minks
And they'll drive you to drink
The girls
Are as soft as a sigh
That whispers good-bye
Then leaves you to cry
But the dogs
Well, they're only dogs
Just wagging their tails
As they watch it end
Oh, the dogs
Well, they're only dogs
And maybe that's why
They're man's best friend
The girls
Can make you feel cold
Can make you feel old
An antique to be sold
The girls
They play with your heart
They'll tear you apart
You're never too smart
The girls
They throw you from towers
They'll whip you with flowers
It depends on the hours
The girls
Will treat you like trash
Or let you be brash
It depends on your cash
But the dogs
Don't depend on a thing
They just lick your face
As they see it end
Oh, the dogs
Don't depend on a thing
And maybe that's why
They're man's best friend
The girls
You know that they're vain
They'll poison your brain
They'll drive you insane
The girls
Will laugh at your jokes
How they love the coat
Ah, but it's all a hoax
The girls
Are still making dates
Still making you wait
Then they say you're late
The girls
Are yours for a throw
At least you think so
Ah, but you never know
The dogs
Well you know the dogs
They lift up a leg
As they see it end
Oh, the dogs
Well you know the dogs
And maybe that's why
They're man's best friend
The girls
They're not what they seem
They all have a scheme
They call it a dream
The girls
Are as hot as they please
And you're down on your knees
With the greatest of ease
The girls
Say you're on the right track
Then they take it all back
Tie it up in a sack
The girls
They'll give it of course
But they give with such force
That it gives you remorse
But the dogs
They give nothing at all
For all they can do
Is just watch it end
Oh, the dogs
They give nothing at all
And maybe that's why
They're man's best friend
And yet, it's because of the girls
When they've knocked us about
And our tears want to shout
That we kick the dogs out
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The Hucklebuck
Chubby Checker
- Credits
- Lyrics
- Sheet Music
WRITERS
Andy Gibson
Roy Alfred
THEMES
Body
Animals
GENRES
Rock 'n' Roll
YEAR
1961
Ah here's a dance you should know
Ah baby when the lights are down low
I say grab your baby then go
If you don't know how to do it man you're out of luck
Push ya baby out then you hunch her back
Start a little movement in your sacrolliac
Wiggle like a stick wobble like a duck
That's what you do when you do the Hucklebuck
***Instrumental break with: Oh - Workout***
Ah here's a dance you should know
Ah baby when the lights are down low
Ah won't ya grab ya baby then go
A little bit of Twist a little bit of this
And if you don't know how to do it ask my little sis
Push your partner out then you hunch her back
Start a little movement in your sacrolliac
Wiggle like a stick wobble like a duck
That's what you do when you do the Hucklebuck
***Instrumental break with: Said ho - Move***
A little bit of Twist a little bit of this
And if you don't know how to do it ask my little sis
Push your partner out then you hunch her back
Start a little movement in your sacrolliac
Wiggle like a stick wobble like a duck
That's what you do when you do the Hucklebuck
***Fadeout*** Here's a dance you should know
ya ya ya ya when when the lights are down
Ah baby when the lights are down low
I say grab your baby then go
If you don't know how to do it man you're out of luck
Push ya baby out then you hunch her back
Start a little movement in your sacrolliac
Wiggle like a stick wobble like a duck
That's what you do when you do the Hucklebuck
***Instrumental break with: Oh - Workout***
Ah here's a dance you should know
Ah baby when the lights are down low
Ah won't ya grab ya baby then go
A little bit of Twist a little bit of this
And if you don't know how to do it ask my little sis
Push your partner out then you hunch her back
Start a little movement in your sacrolliac
Wiggle like a stick wobble like a duck
That's what you do when you do the Hucklebuck
***Instrumental break with: Said ho - Move***
A little bit of Twist a little bit of this
And if you don't know how to do it ask my little sis
Push your partner out then you hunch her back
Start a little movement in your sacrolliac
Wiggle like a stick wobble like a duck
That's what you do when you do the Hucklebuck
***Fadeout*** Here's a dance you should know
ya ya ya ya when when the lights are down
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Thinking Of Our Love
Cliff Richard & The Shadows
- Credits
- Lyrics
- Sheet Music
WRITERS
Bruce Welch
Hank Marvin
YEAR
1960
Here am I, wondering why
I'm so much in love with you
Here we stand, hand in hand
Thinking of our love
What shall we do?
We really don't care
As long as we're together
As long as we're a pair
Here we stand, hand in hand
Thinking of our love
By my side, now you are my bride
All our dreams have come true
Now we're one, it can't be wrong
Thinking of our love
What shall we do?
We really don't care
As long as we're together
As long as we're a pair
Here we stand, hand in hand
Thinking of our love
Our love, thinking of our love
I'm so much in love with you
Here we stand, hand in hand
Thinking of our love
What shall we do?
We really don't care
As long as we're together
As long as we're a pair
Here we stand, hand in hand
Thinking of our love
By my side, now you are my bride
All our dreams have come true
Now we're one, it can't be wrong
Thinking of our love
What shall we do?
We really don't care
As long as we're together
As long as we're a pair
Here we stand, hand in hand
Thinking of our love
Our love, thinking of our love
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There Stands The Glass
Carl Smith
- Credits
- Lyrics
- Sheet Music
WRITERS
Mary Shurtz
Russ E Hull
Webb Pierce
THEMES
Body
Food and Drink
Time
GENRES
Country and Western
YEAR
1964
There stands the glass
That will ease all my pain
That will settle my brain
It's my first one today
There stands the glass
That will hide all my tears
That will drown all my fears
Brother I'm on my way
I wonder where you are tonight
I wonder if you are all right
I wonder if you think of me
In my misery
There stands the glass
Fill it up to the brim
While my troubles grow dim
It's my first one today
I wonder where you are tonight
I wonder if you are all right
I wonder if you think of me
In my misery
There stands the glass
Fill it up to the brim
While my troubles grow dim
It's my first one today
There stands the glass
That will ease all my pain
That will settle my brain
It's my first one today
There stands the glass
That will hide all my tears
That will drown all my fears
Brother I'm on my way
I wonder where you are tonight
I wonder if you are all right
I wonder if you think of me
In my misery
There stands the glass
Fill it up to the brim
While my troubles grow dim
It's my first one today
I wonder where you are tonight
I wonder if you are all right
I wonder if you think of me
In my misery
There stands the glass
Fill it up to the brim
While my troubles grow dim
That will ease all my pain
That will settle my brain
It's my first one today
There stands the glass
That will hide all my tears
That will drown all my fears
Brother I'm on my way
I wonder where you are tonight
I wonder if you are all right
I wonder if you think of me
In my misery
There stands the glass
Fill it up to the brim
While my troubles grow dim
It's my first one today
I wonder where you are tonight
I wonder if you are all right
I wonder if you think of me
In my misery
There stands the glass
Fill it up to the brim
While my troubles grow dim
It's my first one today
There stands the glass
That will ease all my pain
That will settle my brain
It's my first one today
There stands the glass
That will hide all my tears
That will drown all my fears
Brother I'm on my way
I wonder where you are tonight
I wonder if you are all right
I wonder if you think of me
In my misery
There stands the glass
Fill it up to the brim
While my troubles grow dim
It's my first one today
I wonder where you are tonight
I wonder if you are all right
I wonder if you think of me
In my misery
There stands the glass
Fill it up to the brim
While my troubles grow dim
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Them There Eyes
Carmen McRae
- Credits
- Lyrics
- Sheet Music
WRITERS
Doris Tauber
Maceo Pinkard
William G Tracey
THEMES
Body
Happiness
Love
Colours
GENRES
Jazz
YEAR
1961
I fell in love with you first time I looked into
Them there eyes
Youve got a certain lil cute way of flirtin with
Them there eyes
They make me feel happy
They make me feel blue
No stallin
Im fallin
Going in a big way for sweet little you
My heart is jumpin
Sure started somethin with
Them there eyes
Youde better watch them if youre wise
They sparkle
They bubble
Theyre gonna get you in a whole lot of trouble
Youre overworkin them
Theres danger lurkin in
Them there eyes
Maybe you think Im just flirtin
Maybe you think Im all lies
Just because I get romantic when I gaze in
Them there eyes
Them there eyes
Youve got a certain lil cute way of flirtin with
Them there eyes
They make me feel happy
They make me feel blue
No stallin
Im fallin
Going in a big way for sweet little you
My heart is jumpin
Sure started somethin with
Them there eyes
Youde better watch them if youre wise
They sparkle
They bubble
Theyre gonna get you in a whole lot of trouble
Youre overworkin them
Theres danger lurkin in
Them there eyes
Maybe you think Im just flirtin
Maybe you think Im all lies
Just because I get romantic when I gaze in
Them there eyes
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Travellin' Light
Herman's Hermits
- Credits
- Lyrics
- Sheet Music
WRITERS
Roy C. Bennett
Sid Tepper
YEAR
1965
Got no bags and baggage to slow me down
I'm travelling so fast my feet ain't touching the ground
Travellin' light, Travellin' light
Well I just can't wait to be with my baby tonight
No comb and no toothbrush, I've got nothing to haul
I'm carryin' only, a pocket full of dreams, a hand full of love
and they weigh nothing at all
Soon I'm going to see that love look in her eyes
I'm a hoot and a holler away from paradise
Travellin' light, Travellin' light
I just can't wait to be with my baby tonight
No comb and no toothbrush, I've got nothing to haul
I'm carryin' only, a pocket full of dreams, a hand full of love
and they weigh nothing at all
Soon I'm going to see that love look in her eyes
I'm a hoot and a holler away from paradise
Travellin' light, Hmm
Well I just can't wait to be with my baby tonight
Hmm
[Fade]
I'm travelling so fast my feet ain't touching the ground
Travellin' light, Travellin' light
Well I just can't wait to be with my baby tonight
No comb and no toothbrush, I've got nothing to haul
I'm carryin' only, a pocket full of dreams, a hand full of love
and they weigh nothing at all
Soon I'm going to see that love look in her eyes
I'm a hoot and a holler away from paradise
Travellin' light, Travellin' light
I just can't wait to be with my baby tonight
No comb and no toothbrush, I've got nothing to haul
I'm carryin' only, a pocket full of dreams, a hand full of love
and they weigh nothing at all
Soon I'm going to see that love look in her eyes
I'm a hoot and a holler away from paradise
Travellin' light, Hmm
Well I just can't wait to be with my baby tonight
Hmm
[Fade]
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Timid Frieda
"Jacques Brel Is Alive & Well & Living In Paris" (Original Off-Broadway Production)
- Credits
- Lyrics
- Sheet Music
WRITERS
Eric Blau
Jacques Brel
Mort Shuman
THEMES
Dreams
Weather
Country/Nature
Animals
GENRES
Pop
Easy Listening
YEAR
1968
Timid Frieda, will they greet her?
On the street where young strangers travel
On magic carpets
Floating lightly in beaded caravans
Who can know if they will free her
On the street where she comes to join them
There she goes with her valises
Held so tightly in her hands
Timid Frieda, will life seize her?
On the street where the new dreams gather
Like fearless robins, joined together
In high-flying bands
She feels taller, troubles smaller
On the street where she's lost in wonder
There she goes with her valises
Held so tightly in her hands
Timid Frieda, won't return now
To the home where they do not need her
But always feed her little lessons
And platitudes from cans
She is free now, she will be now
On the street where the beat's electric
There she goes with her valises
Held so tightly in her hands
Timid Frieda, will they lead her?
On the street where the cops all perish
For they can't break her and she can take her
Brave new fuck you stand
Yet she's frightened, her senses heightened
On the street where the darkness brightens
There she goes with her valises
Held so tightly in her hands
Timid Frieda, if you see her
On the street where the future gathers
Just let her be her, let her play in
The broken times of sand
There she goes now, down the sidewalk
On the street where the world is bursting
There she goes with her valises
Held so tightly in her hands
On the street where young strangers travel
On magic carpets
Floating lightly in beaded caravans
Who can know if they will free her
On the street where she comes to join them
There she goes with her valises
Held so tightly in her hands
Timid Frieda, will life seize her?
On the street where the new dreams gather
Like fearless robins, joined together
In high-flying bands
She feels taller, troubles smaller
On the street where she's lost in wonder
There she goes with her valises
Held so tightly in her hands
Timid Frieda, won't return now
To the home where they do not need her
But always feed her little lessons
And platitudes from cans
She is free now, she will be now
On the street where the beat's electric
There she goes with her valises
Held so tightly in her hands
Timid Frieda, will they lead her?
On the street where the cops all perish
For they can't break her and she can take her
Brave new fuck you stand
Yet she's frightened, her senses heightened
On the street where the darkness brightens
There she goes with her valises
Held so tightly in her hands
Timid Frieda, if you see her
On the street where the future gathers
Just let her be her, let her play in
The broken times of sand
There she goes now, down the sidewalk
On the street where the world is bursting
There she goes with her valises
Held so tightly in her hands
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(The Best Part Of) Breakin' Up
The Symbols
- Credits
- Lyrics
- Sheet Music
WRITERS
Pete Andreoli
Phil Spector
Vincent Poncia Jr
THEMES
Love
GENRES
Pop
YEAR
1967
Baby, when we break up from a quarrel or a fight
I can't wait to have you back and hold you, oh, so tight
Tell me why (Tell me why)
I want to know (I want to know)
Tell me why (Tell me why)
Is it so (Is it so)
That the best part of breakin' up, is when you're making up
Best part of breakin' up, is when you're making up
But after breakin' up
Be sure you're making up with me
Every time you leave I get those teardrops in my eyes
But they seem to go away when you apologise
Tell me why (Tell me why)
I want to know (I want to know)
Tell me why (Tell me why)
Is it so (Is it so)
That the best part of breakin' up, is when you're making up
Best part of breakin' up, is when you're making up
But after breakin' up
Be sure you're making up with me
C'mon baby, c'mon baby
Don't say, "Maybe"
Well, it makes no difference who was wrong
Just as long as I'll be with you
Baby, I'll be lonely till you're back where you should be
But, baby I belong to you and you belong to me
Tell me why (Tell me why)
I want to know (I want to know)
Tell me why (Tell me why)
Is it so (Is it so)
That the best part of breakin' up, is when you're making up
Best part of breakin' up, is when you're making up
But after breakin' up
Be sure you're making up with
The best part of breakin' up is when you know
That you're making up with me
C'mon baby, c'mon baby
Don't say, "Maybe"
C'mon baby
Ooh we maybe
C'mon baby
Don't say, "Maybe"
C'mon baby
[Fade]
I can't wait to have you back and hold you, oh, so tight
Tell me why (Tell me why)
I want to know (I want to know)
Tell me why (Tell me why)
Is it so (Is it so)
That the best part of breakin' up, is when you're making up
Best part of breakin' up, is when you're making up
But after breakin' up
Be sure you're making up with me
Every time you leave I get those teardrops in my eyes
But they seem to go away when you apologise
Tell me why (Tell me why)
I want to know (I want to know)
Tell me why (Tell me why)
Is it so (Is it so)
That the best part of breakin' up, is when you're making up
Best part of breakin' up, is when you're making up
But after breakin' up
Be sure you're making up with me
C'mon baby, c'mon baby
Don't say, "Maybe"
Well, it makes no difference who was wrong
Just as long as I'll be with you
Baby, I'll be lonely till you're back where you should be
But, baby I belong to you and you belong to me
Tell me why (Tell me why)
I want to know (I want to know)
Tell me why (Tell me why)
Is it so (Is it so)
That the best part of breakin' up, is when you're making up
Best part of breakin' up, is when you're making up
But after breakin' up
Be sure you're making up with
The best part of breakin' up is when you know
That you're making up with me
C'mon baby, c'mon baby
Don't say, "Maybe"
C'mon baby
Ooh we maybe
C'mon baby
Don't say, "Maybe"
C'mon baby
[Fade]
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The Ballad Of Ira Hayes
Johnny Cash
- Credits
- Lyrics
- Sheet Music
WRITERS
Peter LaFarge
YEAR
1964
Call him drunken Ira Hayes, he won't answer anymore
Not the whiskey drinking Indian nor the marine that went to war
Gather round me people, there's a story I would tell
About a brave young Indian that we should remember well
From the tribe of the Pima Indian, a proud and noble band
Who farmed the Phoenix Valley, in Arizona land
Down their ditches for a thousand years the waters grew Ira's people's crops
Till the white man stole their water rights and their sparkling water stopped
Now Ira's folks were hungry and their land grew crops and weeds
When war came Ira volunteered and forgot the white man's greed
Call him drunken Ira Hayes, he won't answer anymore
Not the whiskey drinking Indian nor the marine that went to war
There they battled up Iwo Jima's Hill, two hundred and fifty men
But only 27 lived, to fight back down again
And when that fight was over, and when old glory raised
Among the men to hold it high was the Indian Ira Hayes
Call him drunken Ira Hayes, he won't answer anymore
Not the whiskey drinking Indian nor the marine that went to war
Ira Hayes returned a hero, celebrated through the land
He was wined and speeched and honored, everybody shook his hand
But he was just a Pima Indian, no water, no crops, no chance
At home nobody cared what Ira had done and when did the Indians dance
Ira started drinking hard, jail was often his home
There they'd let him raise the flag and lower it like you would throw a dog a bone
He died drunk early one morning alone, in the land he'd fought to save
Two inches of water in a lonely ditch was the grave for Ira Hayes
Call him drunken Ira Hayes, he won't answer anymore
Not the whiskey drinking Indian nor the marine that went to war
Yeah call him drunken Ira Hayes, but his land is just as dry
And his ghost is laying thirsty, in the ditch where Ira died
Not the whiskey drinking Indian nor the marine that went to war
Gather round me people, there's a story I would tell
About a brave young Indian that we should remember well
From the tribe of the Pima Indian, a proud and noble band
Who farmed the Phoenix Valley, in Arizona land
Down their ditches for a thousand years the waters grew Ira's people's crops
Till the white man stole their water rights and their sparkling water stopped
Now Ira's folks were hungry and their land grew crops and weeds
When war came Ira volunteered and forgot the white man's greed
Call him drunken Ira Hayes, he won't answer anymore
Not the whiskey drinking Indian nor the marine that went to war
There they battled up Iwo Jima's Hill, two hundred and fifty men
But only 27 lived, to fight back down again
And when that fight was over, and when old glory raised
Among the men to hold it high was the Indian Ira Hayes
Call him drunken Ira Hayes, he won't answer anymore
Not the whiskey drinking Indian nor the marine that went to war
Ira Hayes returned a hero, celebrated through the land
He was wined and speeched and honored, everybody shook his hand
But he was just a Pima Indian, no water, no crops, no chance
At home nobody cared what Ira had done and when did the Indians dance
Ira started drinking hard, jail was often his home
There they'd let him raise the flag and lower it like you would throw a dog a bone
He died drunk early one morning alone, in the land he'd fought to save
Two inches of water in a lonely ditch was the grave for Ira Hayes
Call him drunken Ira Hayes, he won't answer anymore
Not the whiskey drinking Indian nor the marine that went to war
Yeah call him drunken Ira Hayes, but his land is just as dry
And his ghost is laying thirsty, in the ditch where Ira died
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There Goes My Baby
Marvin Gaye
- Credits
- Lyrics
- Sheet Music
WRITERS
Ben E. King
George Treadwell
Jerry Leiber
Lover Patterson
Mike Stoller
THEMES
Body
Love
GENRES
R&B/Soul
YEAR
1968
(Bo-bo, doo-doot-doo-doo-doo-doo)
(There she goes) (doo-doot-doo-doo-doo-doo)
(There she goes) (doo-doot-doo-doo-doo-doo)
(Bo-bo) (doo-doot-doo-doo)
(Bo-bo) (doo-doo-doo-doo)
There goes my baby, movin' on down the line
Wonder where, wonder where, wonder where she is bound?
I broke her heart and made her cry
Now I'm alone, so all alone
What can I do, what can I do?
(There goes my baby) Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh
(There goes my baby) Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
(There goes my baby) Whoa-oh-oh-oh
(There she goes) Yeah! (There she goes)
I wanna know if she loved me
Did she really love me?
Was she just playing me for a fool?
I wonder why she left me
Why did she leave me so all alone
So all alone
I was gonna tell her that I loved her
And that I need her
Beside my side to be my guide
I wanna know where is my (doo-doot-doo-doo-doo-doo)
Where is my baby (doo-doot-doo-doo-doo-doo) ?
I want my baby
I need my baby
Yeah, whoa-oh-oh
[Fade]
(There goes my baby)
Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh
(There she goes) (doo-doot-doo-doo-doo-doo)
(There she goes) (doo-doot-doo-doo-doo-doo)
(Bo-bo) (doo-doot-doo-doo)
(Bo-bo) (doo-doo-doo-doo)
There goes my baby, movin' on down the line
Wonder where, wonder where, wonder where she is bound?
I broke her heart and made her cry
Now I'm alone, so all alone
What can I do, what can I do?
(There goes my baby) Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh
(There goes my baby) Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
(There goes my baby) Whoa-oh-oh-oh
(There she goes) Yeah! (There she goes)
I wanna know if she loved me
Did she really love me?
Was she just playing me for a fool?
I wonder why she left me
Why did she leave me so all alone
So all alone
I was gonna tell her that I loved her
And that I need her
Beside my side to be my guide
I wanna know where is my (doo-doot-doo-doo-doo-doo)
Where is my baby (doo-doot-doo-doo-doo-doo) ?
I want my baby
I need my baby
Yeah, whoa-oh-oh
[Fade]
(There goes my baby)
Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh
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Them There Eyes
Emile Ford & The Checkmates
- Credits
- Lyrics
- Sheet Music
WRITERS
Doris Tauber
Maceo Pinkard
William G Tracey
THEMES
Body
Happiness
Love
Colours
GENRES
Jazz
YEAR
1960
I fell in love with you first time I looked into
Them there eyes
Youve got a certain lil cute way of flirtin with
Them there eyes
They make me feel happy
They make me feel blue
No stallin
Im fallin
Going in a big way for sweet little you
My heart is jumpin
Sure started somethin with
Them there eyes
Youde better watch them if youre wise
They sparkle
They bubble
Theyre gonna get you in a whole lot of trouble
Youre overworkin them
Theres danger lurkin in
Them there eyes
Maybe you think Im just flirtin
Maybe you think Im all lies
Just because I get romantic when I gaze in
Them there eyes
Them there eyes
Youve got a certain lil cute way of flirtin with
Them there eyes
They make me feel happy
They make me feel blue
No stallin
Im fallin
Going in a big way for sweet little you
My heart is jumpin
Sure started somethin with
Them there eyes
Youde better watch them if youre wise
They sparkle
They bubble
Theyre gonna get you in a whole lot of trouble
Youre overworkin them
Theres danger lurkin in
Them there eyes
Maybe you think Im just flirtin
Maybe you think Im all lies
Just because I get romantic when I gaze in
Them there eyes
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Take My Hand Precious Lord
Little Richard
- Credits
- Lyrics
- Sheet Music
WRITERS
Thomas A Dorsey
THEMES
Inspirational
GENRES
Pop
YEAR
1964
Precious Lord, take my hand
Lead me on, let me stand
I am tired, I am weak, I am worn
Through the storm, through the night
Lead me on to the light
Take my hand precious Lord, lead me home
When my way grows drear
Precious Lord linger near
When my life is almost gone
Hear my cry, hear my call
Hold my hand lest I fall
Take my hand precious Lord, lead me home
When the darkness appears
And the night draws near
And the day is past and gone
At the river I stand
Guide my feet, hold my hand
Take my hand precious Lord, lead me home
Precious Lord, take my hand
Lead me on, let me stand
I'm tired, I'm weak, I'm lone
Through the storm, through the night
Lead me on to the light
Take my hand precious Lord, lead me home
Lead me on, let me stand
I am tired, I am weak, I am worn
Through the storm, through the night
Lead me on to the light
Take my hand precious Lord, lead me home
When my way grows drear
Precious Lord linger near
When my life is almost gone
Hear my cry, hear my call
Hold my hand lest I fall
Take my hand precious Lord, lead me home
When the darkness appears
And the night draws near
And the day is past and gone
At the river I stand
Guide my feet, hold my hand
Take my hand precious Lord, lead me home
Precious Lord, take my hand
Lead me on, let me stand
I'm tired, I'm weak, I'm lone
Through the storm, through the night
Lead me on to the light
Take my hand precious Lord, lead me home
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The Lady Loves Me
Elvis Presley
- Credits
- Lyrics
- Sheet Music
WRITERS
Roy C. Bennett
Sid Tepper
YEAR
1963
She loves me, she loves me not
She loves me, she loves me not
She loves me, she loves me, she loves me
The lady loves me and it shows
In spite of the way she turns up her nose
I'm her ideal, her hearts desire
Under that ice she's burning like fire
She'd like to cuddle up to me
She's playing hard to get
The lady loves me, but she doesn't know it yet
The gentleman has savoir-faire
As much as an elephant or a bear
I'd like to take him for a spin
Back to the zoo to visit his kin
He's got about as much appeal as a soggy cigarette
The lady loathes him but he doesn't know it yet
The lady's got a crush on me
The gentleman's crazy obviously
The lady's dying to be kissed
The gentleman needs a psychiatrist
I'd rather kiss a rattlesnake
Or play Russian roulette
The lady loves me, but she doesn't know it yet
She's falling fast she's on the skids
Both of his heads are flipping their lids
Tonight she'll hold me in her arms
I'd rather be holding hydrogen bombs
Will someone tell this Romeo
I'm not his Juliet
The lady loves me, but she doesn't know it yet
She wants me
Like poison ivy
Needs me
Like a hole in the head
Everyone can see she's got it bad
He's mad!
The gentleman is an egotist
I'm simply aware I'm hard to resist
He's one man I could learn to hate
How's about having dinner at eight
I'd rather dine with Frankenstein
In a moonlight tete-a-tete
The lady loves me, but she doesn't know it yet
Oh yes she loves me
Dig that shrinking violet
Oh she really loves me
Here's one gal you'll never get
She lo- lo- loves me
Would you like to make a bet
I said the lady loves me
The gentleman's all wet.
She loves me, she loves me not
She loves me, she loves me, she loves me
The lady loves me and it shows
In spite of the way she turns up her nose
I'm her ideal, her hearts desire
Under that ice she's burning like fire
She'd like to cuddle up to me
She's playing hard to get
The lady loves me, but she doesn't know it yet
The gentleman has savoir-faire
As much as an elephant or a bear
I'd like to take him for a spin
Back to the zoo to visit his kin
He's got about as much appeal as a soggy cigarette
The lady loathes him but he doesn't know it yet
The lady's got a crush on me
The gentleman's crazy obviously
The lady's dying to be kissed
The gentleman needs a psychiatrist
I'd rather kiss a rattlesnake
Or play Russian roulette
The lady loves me, but she doesn't know it yet
She's falling fast she's on the skids
Both of his heads are flipping their lids
Tonight she'll hold me in her arms
I'd rather be holding hydrogen bombs
Will someone tell this Romeo
I'm not his Juliet
The lady loves me, but she doesn't know it yet
She wants me
Like poison ivy
Needs me
Like a hole in the head
Everyone can see she's got it bad
He's mad!
The gentleman is an egotist
I'm simply aware I'm hard to resist
He's one man I could learn to hate
How's about having dinner at eight
I'd rather dine with Frankenstein
In a moonlight tete-a-tete
The lady loves me, but she doesn't know it yet
Oh yes she loves me
Dig that shrinking violet
Oh she really loves me
Here's one gal you'll never get
She lo- lo- loves me
Would you like to make a bet
I said the lady loves me
The gentleman's all wet.
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The Sunshine Of Love
Louis Armstrong
- Credits
- Lyrics
- Sheet Music
WRITERS
Chester Gierlack
George Douglas
Leonard Whitcup
THEMES
Body
Dreams
Dreams
Love
Weather
Country/Nature
GENRES
Jazz
YEAR
1968
Where there is sunshine, oh that's where you are
Where there is laughter, then you can't be far
You're in my dreams every night
Oh how I long to hold you tight, I need you
I'll follow you dear from here to a star
Your lips are honey but sweeter by far
From now till forever I'll keep dreamin' of
You and the sunshine of love (the sunshine of love)
Where there is sunshine, oh that's where you are
Where there is laughter, then you can't be far
Yes, you're in my dreams every night
Mmm, how I long to a-hold a-you tight
I'll follow you dear from here to a star
Your lips are honey but sweeter by far
Yes now until forever I'll keep dreamin' of
You and the sunshine of love
Where there is laughter, then you can't be far
You're in my dreams every night
Oh how I long to hold you tight, I need you
I'll follow you dear from here to a star
Your lips are honey but sweeter by far
From now till forever I'll keep dreamin' of
You and the sunshine of love (the sunshine of love)
Where there is sunshine, oh that's where you are
Where there is laughter, then you can't be far
Yes, you're in my dreams every night
Mmm, how I long to a-hold a-you tight
I'll follow you dear from here to a star
Your lips are honey but sweeter by far
Yes now until forever I'll keep dreamin' of
You and the sunshine of love
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Trouble
Emile Ford & The Checkmates
- Credits
- Lyrics
- Sheet Music
WRITERS
Jerry Leiber
Mike Stoller
THEMES
Names
Happiness
Novelty
Sadness
GENRES
Blues
Rock 'n' Roll
YEAR
1961
If you're looking for trouble
You came to the right place
If you're looking for trouble
Just look right in my face
I was born standing up
And talking back
My daddy was a green-eyed mountain jack
Because I'm evil, my middle name is misery
Well I'm evil, so don't you mess around with me
I've never looked for trouble
But I've never ran
I don't take no orders
From no kind of man
I'm only made out
Of flesh, blood and bone
But if you're gonna start a rumble
Don't you try it on alone
Because I'm evil, my middle name is misery
Well I'm evil, so don't you mess around with me
I'm evil, evil, evil, as can be
I'm evil, evil, evil, as can be
So don't mess around don't mess around don't mess around with me
I'm evil, I'm evil, evil, evil
So don't mess around, don't mess around with me
I'm evil, I tell you I'm evil
So don't mess around with me
Yeah!
You came to the right place
If you're looking for trouble
Just look right in my face
I was born standing up
And talking back
My daddy was a green-eyed mountain jack
Because I'm evil, my middle name is misery
Well I'm evil, so don't you mess around with me
I've never looked for trouble
But I've never ran
I don't take no orders
From no kind of man
I'm only made out
Of flesh, blood and bone
But if you're gonna start a rumble
Don't you try it on alone
Because I'm evil, my middle name is misery
Well I'm evil, so don't you mess around with me
I'm evil, evil, evil, as can be
I'm evil, evil, evil, as can be
So don't mess around don't mess around don't mess around with me
I'm evil, I'm evil, evil, evil
So don't mess around, don't mess around with me
I'm evil, I tell you I'm evil
So don't mess around with me
Yeah!
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Things
Bobby Darin
- Credits
- Lyrics
- Sheet Music
WRITERS
Bobby Darin
THEMES
Body
Memories/Nostalgia
Love
Time
GENRES
Easy Listening
YEAR
1962
Ev'ry night I sit here by my window (window)
Starin' at the lonely avenue (avenue)
Watching lovers holdin' hand '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
[FADE]
Starin' at the lonely avenue
Starin' at the lonely avenue (avenue)
Watching lovers holdin' hand '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
[FADE]
Starin' at the lonely avenue
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