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The Ladies Who Lunch
"Company" (1995 West End Production)
- Credits
- Lyrics
- Sheet Music
WRITERS
Stephen Sondheim
THEMES
Food and Drink
Clothing/Apparel
Money
Novelty
GENRES
Showtunes
YEAR
1995
[JOANNE:]
Here's to the ladies who lunch,
Everybody laugh.
Lounging in their caftans,
And planning a brunch
On their own behalf.
Off to the gym,
Then to a fitting,
Claiming they're fat.
And looking grim,
'Cause they've been sitting,
Choosing a hat.
Does anyone still wear a hat?
I'll drink to that.
Here's to the girls who stay smart,
Aren't they a gas?
Rushing to their classes,
In optical art,
Wishing it would pass.
Another long exhausting day,
Another thousand dollars.
A matinee, a Pinter play,
Perhaps a piece of Mahler's.
I'll drink to that.
And one for Mahler!
Here's to the girls who play wife,
Aren't they too much?
Keeping house but clutching,
A copy of LIFE,
Just to keep in touch.
The ones who follow the rules,
And meet themselves at the schools,
Too busy to know that they're fools.
Aren't they a gem?
I'll drink to them!
Let's all drink to them!
And here's to the girls who just watch,
Aren't they the best?
When they get depressed,
It's a bottle of Scotch,
Plus a little jest.
Another chance to disapprove,
Another brilliant zinger,
Another reason not to move,
Another vodka stinger.
I'llllllllllllllllll,
Drink to that.
So here's to the girls on the go,
Everybody tries.
Look into their eyes,
And you'll see what they know,
Everybody dies.
A toast to that invincible bunch,
The dinosaurs surviving the crunch.
Let's hear it for the ladies who lunch.
Everybody rise!
Rise!
Rise! Rise! Rise! Rise! Rise! Rise!
Rise!
Here's to the ladies who lunch,
Everybody laugh.
Lounging in their caftans,
And planning a brunch
On their own behalf.
Off to the gym,
Then to a fitting,
Claiming they're fat.
And looking grim,
'Cause they've been sitting,
Choosing a hat.
Does anyone still wear a hat?
I'll drink to that.
Here's to the girls who stay smart,
Aren't they a gas?
Rushing to their classes,
In optical art,
Wishing it would pass.
Another long exhausting day,
Another thousand dollars.
A matinee, a Pinter play,
Perhaps a piece of Mahler's.
I'll drink to that.
And one for Mahler!
Here's to the girls who play wife,
Aren't they too much?
Keeping house but clutching,
A copy of LIFE,
Just to keep in touch.
The ones who follow the rules,
And meet themselves at the schools,
Too busy to know that they're fools.
Aren't they a gem?
I'll drink to them!
Let's all drink to them!
And here's to the girls who just watch,
Aren't they the best?
When they get depressed,
It's a bottle of Scotch,
Plus a little jest.
Another chance to disapprove,
Another brilliant zinger,
Another reason not to move,
Another vodka stinger.
I'llllllllllllllllll,
Drink to that.
So here's to the girls on the go,
Everybody tries.
Look into their eyes,
And you'll see what they know,
Everybody dies.
A toast to that invincible bunch,
The dinosaurs surviving the crunch.
Let's hear it for the ladies who lunch.
Everybody rise!
Rise!
Rise! Rise! Rise! Rise! Rise! Rise!
Rise!
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The Ladies Who Lunch
Barbra Streisand
- Credits
- Lyrics
- Sheet Music
WRITERS
Stephen Sondheim
THEMES
Body
Food and Drink
Clothing/Apparel
Money
GENRES
Showtunes
YEAR
1985
[JOANNE:]
Here's to the ladies who lunch,
Everybody laugh.
Lounging in their caftans,
And planning a brunch
On their own behalf.
Off to the gym,
Then to a fitting,
Claiming they're fat.
And looking grim,
'Cause they've been sitting,
Choosing a hat.
Does anyone still wear a hat?
I'll drink to that.
Here's to the girls who stay smart,
Aren't they a gas?
Rushing to their classes,
In optical art,
Wishing it would pass.
Another long exhausting day,
Another thousand dollars.
A matinee, a Pinter play,
Perhaps a piece of Mahler's.
I'll drink to that.
And one for Mahler!
Here's to the girls who play wife,
Aren't they too much?
Keeping house but clutching,
A copy of LIFE,
Just to keep in touch.
The ones who follow the rules,
And meet themselves at the schools,
Too busy to know that they're fools.
Aren't they a gem?
I'll drink to them!
Let's all drink to them!
And here's to the girls who just watch,
Aren't they the best?
When they get depressed,
It's a bottle of Scotch,
Plus a little jest.
Another chance to disapprove,
Another brilliant zinger,
Another reason not to move,
Another vodka stinger.
I'llllllllllllllllll,
Drink to that.
So here's to the girls on the go,
Everybody tries.
Look into their eyes,
And you'll see what they know,
Everybody dies.
A toast to that invincible bunch,
The dinosaurs surviving the crunch.
Let's hear it for the ladies who lunch.
Everybody rise!
Rise!
Rise! Rise! Rise! Rise! Rise! Rise!
Rise!
Here's to the ladies who lunch,
Everybody laugh.
Lounging in their caftans,
And planning a brunch
On their own behalf.
Off to the gym,
Then to a fitting,
Claiming they're fat.
And looking grim,
'Cause they've been sitting,
Choosing a hat.
Does anyone still wear a hat?
I'll drink to that.
Here's to the girls who stay smart,
Aren't they a gas?
Rushing to their classes,
In optical art,
Wishing it would pass.
Another long exhausting day,
Another thousand dollars.
A matinee, a Pinter play,
Perhaps a piece of Mahler's.
I'll drink to that.
And one for Mahler!
Here's to the girls who play wife,
Aren't they too much?
Keeping house but clutching,
A copy of LIFE,
Just to keep in touch.
The ones who follow the rules,
And meet themselves at the schools,
Too busy to know that they're fools.
Aren't they a gem?
I'll drink to them!
Let's all drink to them!
And here's to the girls who just watch,
Aren't they the best?
When they get depressed,
It's a bottle of Scotch,
Plus a little jest.
Another chance to disapprove,
Another brilliant zinger,
Another reason not to move,
Another vodka stinger.
I'llllllllllllllllll,
Drink to that.
So here's to the girls on the go,
Everybody tries.
Look into their eyes,
And you'll see what they know,
Everybody dies.
A toast to that invincible bunch,
The dinosaurs surviving the crunch.
Let's hear it for the ladies who lunch.
Everybody rise!
Rise!
Rise! Rise! Rise! Rise! Rise! Rise!
Rise!
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The Ladies Who Lunch
David Kernan
- Credits
- Lyrics
- Sheet Music
WRITERS
Stephen Sondheim
THEMES
Food and Drink
Novelty
Clothing/Apparel
Money
GENRES
Showtunes
YEAR
1997
[JOANNE:]
Here's to the ladies who lunch,
Everybody laugh.
Lounging in their caftans,
And planning a brunch
On their own behalf.
Off to the gym,
Then to a fitting,
Claiming they're fat.
And looking grim,
'Cause they've been sitting,
Choosing a hat.
Does anyone still wear a hat?
I'll drink to that.
Here's to the girls who stay smart,
Aren't they a gas?
Rushing to their classes,
In optical art,
Wishing it would pass.
Another long exhausting day,
Another thousand dollars.
A matinee, a Pinter play,
Perhaps a piece of Mahler's.
I'll drink to that.
And one for Mahler!
Here's to the girls who play wife,
Aren't they too much?
Keeping house but clutching,
A copy of LIFE,
Just to keep in touch.
The ones who follow the rules,
And meet themselves at the schools,
Too busy to know that they're fools.
Aren't they a gem?
I'll drink to them!
Let's all drink to them!
And here's to the girls who just watch,
Aren't they the best?
When they get depressed,
It's a bottle of Scotch,
Plus a little jest.
Another chance to disapprove,
Another brilliant zinger,
Another reason not to move,
Another vodka stinger.
I'llllllllllllllllll,
Drink to that.
So here's to the girls on the go,
Everybody tries.
Look into their eyes,
And you'll see what they know,
Everybody dies.
A toast to that invincible bunch,
The dinosaurs surviving the crunch.
Let's hear it for the ladies who lunch.
Everybody rise!
Rise!
Rise! Rise! Rise! Rise! Rise! Rise!
Rise!
Here's to the ladies who lunch,
Everybody laugh.
Lounging in their caftans,
And planning a brunch
On their own behalf.
Off to the gym,
Then to a fitting,
Claiming they're fat.
And looking grim,
'Cause they've been sitting,
Choosing a hat.
Does anyone still wear a hat?
I'll drink to that.
Here's to the girls who stay smart,
Aren't they a gas?
Rushing to their classes,
In optical art,
Wishing it would pass.
Another long exhausting day,
Another thousand dollars.
A matinee, a Pinter play,
Perhaps a piece of Mahler's.
I'll drink to that.
And one for Mahler!
Here's to the girls who play wife,
Aren't they too much?
Keeping house but clutching,
A copy of LIFE,
Just to keep in touch.
The ones who follow the rules,
And meet themselves at the schools,
Too busy to know that they're fools.
Aren't they a gem?
I'll drink to them!
Let's all drink to them!
And here's to the girls who just watch,
Aren't they the best?
When they get depressed,
It's a bottle of Scotch,
Plus a little jest.
Another chance to disapprove,
Another brilliant zinger,
Another reason not to move,
Another vodka stinger.
I'llllllllllllllllll,
Drink to that.
So here's to the girls on the go,
Everybody tries.
Look into their eyes,
And you'll see what they know,
Everybody dies.
A toast to that invincible bunch,
The dinosaurs surviving the crunch.
Let's hear it for the ladies who lunch.
Everybody rise!
Rise!
Rise! Rise! Rise! Rise! Rise! Rise!
Rise!
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The Legend Of John Henry's Hammer
Johnny Cash
- Credits
- Lyrics
- Sheet Music
WRITERS
Johnny Cash
June Carter Cash
THEMES
Body
Names
Money
Memories/Nostalgia
Country/Nature
GENRES
Country and Western
Rock 'n' Roll
YEAR
1963
John Henry's pappy woke him up one midnight
He said, "'Fore the sheriff comes I wanna tell you - listen boy!"
Said, "Learn to ball a jack, learn to lay a track, learn to pick and shovel too,
And take my hammer! It'll do anything you tell it to."
John Henry's mammy had about a dozen babies
John Henry's pappy broke jail about a dozen times
The babies all got sick and when the doctor wanted money,
He said, "I'll pay you quarter at a time startin' tomorrow,
That's the pay for a steel driver on this line."
Then the section foreman said, "Hey - hammer swinger!
I see you brought you own hammer boy, but what else can all those muscles do?"
And he said, "I can turn a jack, I can lay a track, I can pick and shovel too"
("Can you swing a hammer boy?")
"Yes, Sir, I'll do anything you hire me to."
"Now ain't you something! So high and mighty wif' your muscles!
Just go ahead, boy, and pick up that hammer! Pick up the hammer!"
He said, "Get a rusty spike and swing it down three times.
I'll pay you a nickel a day for every inch you sink it to.
Go on and do what you say you can do."
With a steep nose hammer on a four foot switch handle,
John Henry raised it back 'til it touched his heels, then,
The spike went through the cross tie and it split it half in two
Thirty-five cents a day for drivin' steel
("Sweat! Sweat boy, sweat! You owe me two more swings!")
I was born for driven steel.
Well John Henry hammered in the mountain
He'd give a grunt and he'd give a groan with every swing
The women folks for miles around heard him and come down
To watch him make the cold steel ring ("Lord what a swinger!")
Just listen to that cold steel ring!
But the bad boss come up laughin' at John Henry.
Said, "You full of vinegar now, but you about through!
We gonna get a steam drill to do your share of drivin?
Then what's all them muscles gonna do? Huh, John Henry?
Gonna take a little bit of vinegar out of you."
John Henry said, "I feed four little brothers,
And baby sister's walking on her knees.
Did the lord say that machines oughta take the place of living?
And what's a substitute for bread and beans? (I ain't seen it)
Do engines get rewarded for their steam?"
John Henry hid in a coal mine for his dinner nap
Had thirty minutes to rest before the bell
The mine boss hollered, "Get up, whoever you are, and get a pick axe!
Give me enough coal to start another Hell. (And keep it burnin!)
Mine me enough to start another Hell!"
John Henry said to his captain, "A man ain't nothin' but a man.
But if you'll bring that steam drill round, I'll beat it fair and honest.
I'll die with my hammer in my hand, but I'll be laughing
'Cuz you can't replace a steel driven man."
There was a big crowd of people at the mountain
John Henry said to the steam drill, "How is you?
Pardon me mister steam drill, I suppose you didn't hear me. I said how're you, huh?
Well can you turn a jack, can you lay a track, can you pick and shovel too?
Listen, this hammer swinger's talkin' to you."
2000 people hollered, "Go, John Henry!"
Then somebody hollered, "The mountain's caving in!"
John Henry told the captain, "Tell the kind folks don't worry.
That ain't nothin,' but my hammer suckin' wind! (It keeps me breathing.)
This steel driver's muscle I intend."
"Captain, tell the people, move back further!
I'm at the finish line and there ain't no drill.
It's so far behind, but yet ain't got the brains to quit it!
When she blows up she'll scatter cross the hills! (Lord Lord!)
When she blows up she'll scatter cross the hills!"
Well John Henry had a little woman
I believe the lady's name was Polly Ann (Yeah that was his good woman)
John Henry threw his hammer over his shoulder and went on home
He laid down to rest his weary back and early next mornin', he said,
"Come here Polly Ann, come here sugar.
Ya know, I believe this is the first time I ever watched the sun come up
that I couldn't come up.
Take my hammer, Polly Ann and go to that railroad.
Swing that hammer like you seen me do it.
And when you're swinging with the lead man,
They'll all know, they'll all know you're John Henry's woman
But, but tell them ain't all you can do.
Tell 'em I can hoist a jack, and I can lay a track,
I can pick and shovel too (Ain't no machine can!).
That's been proved to you!"
There was a big crowd of mourners at the church house
The section hands laid him in the sand
Trains go by on the rails John Henry laid
They slow down and take off their hats, the men do
When they come to the place where John Henry's layin', restin' his back,
Some of 'em say, "'Mornin', steel driver! You sure was a hammer swinger!"
Then they go on by, pickin' up a little speed. (Clickity clack, clickity clack, clickity clack, clickity clack)
Yonder lies a steel drivin' man, oh lord!
Yonder lies a steel drivin' man
Yonder lies a steel drivin' man, oh lord!
Yonder lies a steel drivin' man
Yonder lies a steel drivin' man, oh lord!
Yonder lies a steel drivin' man
He said, "'Fore the sheriff comes I wanna tell you - listen boy!"
Said, "Learn to ball a jack, learn to lay a track, learn to pick and shovel too,
And take my hammer! It'll do anything you tell it to."
John Henry's mammy had about a dozen babies
John Henry's pappy broke jail about a dozen times
The babies all got sick and when the doctor wanted money,
He said, "I'll pay you quarter at a time startin' tomorrow,
That's the pay for a steel driver on this line."
Then the section foreman said, "Hey - hammer swinger!
I see you brought you own hammer boy, but what else can all those muscles do?"
And he said, "I can turn a jack, I can lay a track, I can pick and shovel too"
("Can you swing a hammer boy?")
"Yes, Sir, I'll do anything you hire me to."
"Now ain't you something! So high and mighty wif' your muscles!
Just go ahead, boy, and pick up that hammer! Pick up the hammer!"
He said, "Get a rusty spike and swing it down three times.
I'll pay you a nickel a day for every inch you sink it to.
Go on and do what you say you can do."
With a steep nose hammer on a four foot switch handle,
John Henry raised it back 'til it touched his heels, then,
The spike went through the cross tie and it split it half in two
Thirty-five cents a day for drivin' steel
("Sweat! Sweat boy, sweat! You owe me two more swings!")
I was born for driven steel.
Well John Henry hammered in the mountain
He'd give a grunt and he'd give a groan with every swing
The women folks for miles around heard him and come down
To watch him make the cold steel ring ("Lord what a swinger!")
Just listen to that cold steel ring!
But the bad boss come up laughin' at John Henry.
Said, "You full of vinegar now, but you about through!
We gonna get a steam drill to do your share of drivin?
Then what's all them muscles gonna do? Huh, John Henry?
Gonna take a little bit of vinegar out of you."
John Henry said, "I feed four little brothers,
And baby sister's walking on her knees.
Did the lord say that machines oughta take the place of living?
And what's a substitute for bread and beans? (I ain't seen it)
Do engines get rewarded for their steam?"
John Henry hid in a coal mine for his dinner nap
Had thirty minutes to rest before the bell
The mine boss hollered, "Get up, whoever you are, and get a pick axe!
Give me enough coal to start another Hell. (And keep it burnin!)
Mine me enough to start another Hell!"
John Henry said to his captain, "A man ain't nothin' but a man.
But if you'll bring that steam drill round, I'll beat it fair and honest.
I'll die with my hammer in my hand, but I'll be laughing
'Cuz you can't replace a steel driven man."
There was a big crowd of people at the mountain
John Henry said to the steam drill, "How is you?
Pardon me mister steam drill, I suppose you didn't hear me. I said how're you, huh?
Well can you turn a jack, can you lay a track, can you pick and shovel too?
Listen, this hammer swinger's talkin' to you."
2000 people hollered, "Go, John Henry!"
Then somebody hollered, "The mountain's caving in!"
John Henry told the captain, "Tell the kind folks don't worry.
That ain't nothin,' but my hammer suckin' wind! (It keeps me breathing.)
This steel driver's muscle I intend."
"Captain, tell the people, move back further!
I'm at the finish line and there ain't no drill.
It's so far behind, but yet ain't got the brains to quit it!
When she blows up she'll scatter cross the hills! (Lord Lord!)
When she blows up she'll scatter cross the hills!"
Well John Henry had a little woman
I believe the lady's name was Polly Ann (Yeah that was his good woman)
John Henry threw his hammer over his shoulder and went on home
He laid down to rest his weary back and early next mornin', he said,
"Come here Polly Ann, come here sugar.
Ya know, I believe this is the first time I ever watched the sun come up
that I couldn't come up.
Take my hammer, Polly Ann and go to that railroad.
Swing that hammer like you seen me do it.
And when you're swinging with the lead man,
They'll all know, they'll all know you're John Henry's woman
But, but tell them ain't all you can do.
Tell 'em I can hoist a jack, and I can lay a track,
I can pick and shovel too (Ain't no machine can!).
That's been proved to you!"
There was a big crowd of mourners at the church house
The section hands laid him in the sand
Trains go by on the rails John Henry laid
They slow down and take off their hats, the men do
When they come to the place where John Henry's layin', restin' his back,
Some of 'em say, "'Mornin', steel driver! You sure was a hammer swinger!"
Then they go on by, pickin' up a little speed. (Clickity clack, clickity clack, clickity clack, clickity clack)
Yonder lies a steel drivin' man, oh lord!
Yonder lies a steel drivin' man
Yonder lies a steel drivin' man, oh lord!
Yonder lies a steel drivin' man
Yonder lies a steel drivin' man, oh lord!
Yonder lies a steel drivin' man
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The Man On The Hill
Johnny Cash
- Credits
- Lyrics
- Sheet Music
WRITERS
Johnny Cash
THEMES
Inspirational
Country/Nature
Money
GENRES
Country and Western
YEAR
1959
Will we get cold and hungry, will times be very bad?
When we're needin' bread and meat, where we gonna get it dad?
We'll get it from the man in the house on the hill
Yes we will from the man on the hill
Ploughin' time is over, still the fields are bare
How we gonna make a livin', with twenty acres to share?
I'll beg for more land from the man on the hill, yes I will
I'll ask the man on the hill
I ain't got no Sunday shoes that I can wear to town
Papa reckon the boss has got a pair of hand-me-downs
I'll go and ask the man in the house on the hill, yes I will
I'll ask the man on the hill
Maybe he will help us, maybe we'll get by
But who's gonna pay the dyin' bills if we all should die?
We'll leave it to the man in the sky when we die
Yes we'll leave it to the man in the sky
When we're needin' bread and meat, where we gonna get it dad?
We'll get it from the man in the house on the hill
Yes we will from the man on the hill
Ploughin' time is over, still the fields are bare
How we gonna make a livin', with twenty acres to share?
I'll beg for more land from the man on the hill, yes I will
I'll ask the man on the hill
I ain't got no Sunday shoes that I can wear to town
Papa reckon the boss has got a pair of hand-me-downs
I'll go and ask the man in the house on the hill, yes I will
I'll ask the man on the hill
Maybe he will help us, maybe we'll get by
But who's gonna pay the dyin' bills if we all should die?
We'll leave it to the man in the sky when we die
Yes we'll leave it to the man in the sky
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The Money Go Round
The Kinks
- Credits
- Lyrics
- Sheet Music
WRITERS
Ray Davies
THEMES
Names
Time
Numbers
Money
GENRES
Rock
Pop
YEAR
1970
Robert owes half to Grenville
Who in turn gave half to Larry
Who adored my instrumentals
And so he gave half to a foreign publisher
She took half the money that was earned in some far distant land
Gave back half to Larry and I end up with half of goodness knows what
Oh can somebody explain why things go on this way
I thought they were my friends I can't believe it's me, I can't believe that I'm so green
Eyes down round and round let's all sit and watch the moneygoround
Everyone take a little bit here and a little bit there
Do they all deserve money from a song that they've never heard
They don't know the tune and they don't know the words
But they don't give a damn
There's no end to it I'm in a pit and I'm stuck in it
The money goes round and around and around
And it comes out here when they've all taken their share
I went to see a solicitor and my story was heard and the writs were served
On the verge of a nervous breakdown I decided to fight right to the end
But if I ever get my money I'll be too old and grey to spend it
Oh, but life goes on and on and no one ever wins
And time goes quickly by just like the moneygoround
I only hope that I'll survive
Who in turn gave half to Larry
Who adored my instrumentals
And so he gave half to a foreign publisher
She took half the money that was earned in some far distant land
Gave back half to Larry and I end up with half of goodness knows what
Oh can somebody explain why things go on this way
I thought they were my friends I can't believe it's me, I can't believe that I'm so green
Eyes down round and round let's all sit and watch the moneygoround
Everyone take a little bit here and a little bit there
Do they all deserve money from a song that they've never heard
They don't know the tune and they don't know the words
But they don't give a damn
There's no end to it I'm in a pit and I'm stuck in it
The money goes round and around and around
And it comes out here when they've all taken their share
I went to see a solicitor and my story was heard and the writs were served
On the verge of a nervous breakdown I decided to fight right to the end
But if I ever get my money I'll be too old and grey to spend it
Oh, but life goes on and on and no one ever wins
And time goes quickly by just like the moneygoround
I only hope that I'll survive
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The Nickle Song
Melanie
- Credits
- Lyrics
- Sheet Music
WRITERS
Melanie Safka
THEMES
Money
GENRES
Country and Western
YEAR
1971
* Put another nickel in
In the nickelodeon
All I ever want from you is music
I'll do anything for you anything you want me to
All I ever, all I ever wanted was music
Well you know that I'm not a gambler but I'm being gambled on
They put in a nickel and I sing a little song
In the nickelodeon
All I ever, all I ever, wanted was music
Well I don't mind that
They're lucky but it seems like they always win
And gambling is illegal in the state of mind I'm in
And if I had a nickel for each time that I've been put on
I would be their nickel man and I'd sing a little song
You know they're only putting in a nickel
And they want a dollar song, oh
They're only putting in a nickel
And they want a dollar song
Oh yeah, all I ever wanted was the music
I'll do anything for you anything you want me to
All I ever all I ever wanted was music sweet music
They're only puttin' in a nickel
To get rid of a lot that's wrong
Oh you know they're only puttin' in a nickel
And they want a dollar song
They're only puttin' in a nickel
And they want a dollar song
Yeah...
In the nickelodeon
All I ever want from you is music
I'll do anything for you anything you want me to
All I ever, all I ever wanted was music
Well you know that I'm not a gambler but I'm being gambled on
They put in a nickel and I sing a little song
In the nickelodeon
All I ever, all I ever, wanted was music
Well I don't mind that
They're lucky but it seems like they always win
And gambling is illegal in the state of mind I'm in
And if I had a nickel for each time that I've been put on
I would be their nickel man and I'd sing a little song
You know they're only putting in a nickel
And they want a dollar song, oh
They're only putting in a nickel
And they want a dollar song
Oh yeah, all I ever wanted was the music
I'll do anything for you anything you want me to
All I ever all I ever wanted was music sweet music
They're only puttin' in a nickel
To get rid of a lot that's wrong
Oh you know they're only puttin' in a nickel
And they want a dollar song
They're only puttin' in a nickel
And they want a dollar song
Yeah...
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The Revolution Will Not Be Televised
Gil Scott-Heron
- Credits
- Lyrics
- Sheet Music
WRITERS
Gil Scott-Heron
THEMES
Money
Inspirational
GENRES
R&B/Soul
YEAR
1971
You will not be able to stay home brother,
You will not be able to plug in, turn on and cop out,
You will not be able to lose yourself on skag and skip out for beer during commercials, because,
The revolution will not be televised.
The revolution will not be televised.
The revolution will not be brought to you by Xerox in 4 parts without commercial interruptions,
The revolution will not show you pictures of Nixon blowing a bugle and leading a charge by John Mitchell, General Abrams and Spiro Agnew to eat
hog maws confiscated from a Harlem sanctuary,
The revolution will not be televised.
The revolution will not be brought to you by the Schaefer Award Theatre and will not star Natalie Wood and Steve McQueen or Bullwinkle and Julia.
The revolution will not give your mouth sex appeal,
The revolution will not get rid of the nubs,
The revolution will not make you look five pounds thinner, because
The revolution will not be televised brother.
There will be no pictures of you and Willie May pushing that shopping cart down the block on the dead run,
Or trying to slide a colour television into a stolen ambulance,
NBC will not be able to predict the winner at 8:32 or report from 29 districts,
The revolution will not be televised.
There will be no pictures of pigs shooting down brothers in the instant replay,
There will be no pictures of pigs shooting down brothers in the instant replay,
There will be no pictures of Whitney Young being run out of Harlem on a rail, with a brand new process,
There will be no slow motion or still lifes of Roy Wilkins strolling through Watts in a red, black and green liberation jumpsuit that he had been saving for just the proper occasion.
Green Acres, Beverly Hillbillies and Hooterville Junction will no longer be so damned relevant and women will not care if Dick finally gets down with Jane on Search for Tomorrow because black people will be in the street looking for a brighter day,
The revolution will not be televised.
There will be no highlights on the eleven o'clock news and no pictures of hairy armed women liberationists and Jackie Onassis blowing her nose,
The theme song will not be written by Jim Webb, or Francis Scott Key,
Nor sung by Glen Campbell, Tom Jones, Johnny Cash, Engelbert Humperdinck or The Rare Earth,
The revolution will not be televised.
The revolution will not be right back after a message about a white tornado, white lightning, or white people,
You will not have to worry about a dove in your bedroom, the tiger in your tank, or the giant in your toilet bowl,
The revolution will not go better with Coke,
The revolution will not fight germs that may cause bad breath,
The revolution will put you in the driver's seat
The revolution will not be televised, will not be televised, will not be televised, will not be televised.
The revolution will be no re-run brothers,
The revolution will be live.
You will not be able to plug in, turn on and cop out,
You will not be able to lose yourself on skag and skip out for beer during commercials, because,
The revolution will not be televised.
The revolution will not be televised.
The revolution will not be brought to you by Xerox in 4 parts without commercial interruptions,
The revolution will not show you pictures of Nixon blowing a bugle and leading a charge by John Mitchell, General Abrams and Spiro Agnew to eat
hog maws confiscated from a Harlem sanctuary,
The revolution will not be televised.
The revolution will not be brought to you by the Schaefer Award Theatre and will not star Natalie Wood and Steve McQueen or Bullwinkle and Julia.
The revolution will not give your mouth sex appeal,
The revolution will not get rid of the nubs,
The revolution will not make you look five pounds thinner, because
The revolution will not be televised brother.
There will be no pictures of you and Willie May pushing that shopping cart down the block on the dead run,
Or trying to slide a colour television into a stolen ambulance,
NBC will not be able to predict the winner at 8:32 or report from 29 districts,
The revolution will not be televised.
There will be no pictures of pigs shooting down brothers in the instant replay,
There will be no pictures of pigs shooting down brothers in the instant replay,
There will be no pictures of Whitney Young being run out of Harlem on a rail, with a brand new process,
There will be no slow motion or still lifes of Roy Wilkins strolling through Watts in a red, black and green liberation jumpsuit that he had been saving for just the proper occasion.
Green Acres, Beverly Hillbillies and Hooterville Junction will no longer be so damned relevant and women will not care if Dick finally gets down with Jane on Search for Tomorrow because black people will be in the street looking for a brighter day,
The revolution will not be televised.
There will be no highlights on the eleven o'clock news and no pictures of hairy armed women liberationists and Jackie Onassis blowing her nose,
The theme song will not be written by Jim Webb, or Francis Scott Key,
Nor sung by Glen Campbell, Tom Jones, Johnny Cash, Engelbert Humperdinck or The Rare Earth,
The revolution will not be televised.
The revolution will not be right back after a message about a white tornado, white lightning, or white people,
You will not have to worry about a dove in your bedroom, the tiger in your tank, or the giant in your toilet bowl,
The revolution will not go better with Coke,
The revolution will not fight germs that may cause bad breath,
The revolution will put you in the driver's seat
The revolution will not be televised, will not be televised, will not be televised, will not be televised.
The revolution will be no re-run brothers,
The revolution will be live.
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The Sacrifice
Dolly Parton
- Credits
- Lyrics
- Sheet Music
WRITERS
Dolly Parton
THEMES
Memories/Nostalgia
Inspirational
Money
GENRES
Country and Western
YEAR
2011
Well, I've sacrificed time with family and friends
Gave up vacations for work without end
Twenty-four seven, three sixty-five
But I was willin' to make the sacrifice
But empty or full, I've carried my pale
You don't drink the water if you don't dig the well
Through blood, sweat and tears I have built a good life
But it didn't come without sacrifice
I was gonna be rich no matter how much it cost
I was gonna win no matter how much I lost
All through the years I've kept my eye on the prize
You ask if it's worth the sacrifice, the sacrifice
I think about Jesus and all that he gave
And the ultimate sacrifice that he made
He is my strength and my guiding light
And he's taught me that nothin's without sacrifice
I was gonna be rich no matter how much it cost
I was gonna win no matter how much I lost
I wanted success and brother I've paid the price
And yes, it's been worth the sacrifice, the sacrifice
I was gonna be rich no matter how much it cost
And I was gonna win no matter how much I lost
Grindstones and rhinestones, that made up my life
But I've shined like a diamond through sacrifice
I was gonna be rich no matter how much it cost
And I was gonna win no matter how much I lost
But I hope God will tell me "Well done, my child
You've won your reward through your sacrifice," the sacrifice
The sacrifice
Oh but sometimes I wonder in the still of the night
Is it really worth the sacrifice
I've often laughed and I've often cried
I've often failed, but I've always tried
I made the sacrifice, the sacrifice
Gave up vacations for work without end
Twenty-four seven, three sixty-five
But I was willin' to make the sacrifice
But empty or full, I've carried my pale
You don't drink the water if you don't dig the well
Through blood, sweat and tears I have built a good life
But it didn't come without sacrifice
I was gonna be rich no matter how much it cost
I was gonna win no matter how much I lost
All through the years I've kept my eye on the prize
You ask if it's worth the sacrifice, the sacrifice
I think about Jesus and all that he gave
And the ultimate sacrifice that he made
He is my strength and my guiding light
And he's taught me that nothin's without sacrifice
I was gonna be rich no matter how much it cost
I was gonna win no matter how much I lost
I wanted success and brother I've paid the price
And yes, it's been worth the sacrifice, the sacrifice
I was gonna be rich no matter how much it cost
And I was gonna win no matter how much I lost
Grindstones and rhinestones, that made up my life
But I've shined like a diamond through sacrifice
I was gonna be rich no matter how much it cost
And I was gonna win no matter how much I lost
But I hope God will tell me "Well done, my child
You've won your reward through your sacrifice," the sacrifice
The sacrifice
Oh but sometimes I wonder in the still of the night
Is it really worth the sacrifice
I've often laughed and I've often cried
I've often failed, but I've always tried
I made the sacrifice, the sacrifice
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The Sheik Of Araby
Nat Gonella & His New Georgians
- Credits
- Lyrics
- Sheet Music
WRITERS
Francis Wheeler
Harry Smith
Ted Snyder
THEMES
Country/Nature
Places
Money
GENRES
Jazz
Vintage
YEAR
1941
I'm the Sheik of Araby,
Your love belongs to me.
At night when you're asleep
Into your tent I'll creep.
And the stars that shine above,
Will light our way to love.
You'll roam this land with me,
I'm the Sheik of Araby.
Oh, I'm the Sheik of Araby
And all the women worship me.
You should see them follow me around. Not bad.
Even wives of all the other sheiks,
They beg to kiss my rosy cheeks
And that ain't bad -- in fact, that's good, I've found. I'm a cad!
When I lay down to sleep
I'm counting girls instead of sheep
From my harem I can't scare 'em out. Why should I?
They're beauties from all races,
And some have pretty faces.
I'm the Sheik who knows what love is all about
Your love belongs to me.
At night when you're asleep
Into your tent I'll creep.
And the stars that shine above,
Will light our way to love.
You'll roam this land with me,
I'm the Sheik of Araby.
Oh, I'm the Sheik of Araby
And all the women worship me.
You should see them follow me around. Not bad.
Even wives of all the other sheiks,
They beg to kiss my rosy cheeks
And that ain't bad -- in fact, that's good, I've found. I'm a cad!
When I lay down to sleep
I'm counting girls instead of sheep
From my harem I can't scare 'em out. Why should I?
They're beauties from all races,
And some have pretty faces.
I'm the Sheik who knows what love is all about
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The Sheik Of Araby
Spike Jones & His City Slickers
- Credits
- Lyrics
- Sheet Music
WRITERS
Francis Wheeler
Harry Smith
Ted Snyder
THEMES
Country/Nature
Places
Novelty
Money
GENRES
Jazz
Children/Novelty
Vintage
YEAR
1942
I'm the Sheik of Araby,
Your love belongs to me.
At night when you're asleep
Into your tent I'll creep.
And the stars that shine above,
Will light our way to love.
You'll roam this land with me,
I'm the Sheik of Araby.
Oh, I'm the Sheik of Araby
And all the women worship me.
You should see them follow me around. Not bad.
Even wives of all the other sheiks,
They beg to kiss my rosy cheeks
And that ain't bad -- in fact, that's good, I've found. I'm a cad!
When I lay down to sleep
I'm counting girls instead of sheep
From my harem I can't scare 'em out. Why should I?
They're beauties from all races,
And some have pretty faces.
I'm the Sheik who knows what love is all about
Your love belongs to me.
At night when you're asleep
Into your tent I'll creep.
And the stars that shine above,
Will light our way to love.
You'll roam this land with me,
I'm the Sheik of Araby.
Oh, I'm the Sheik of Araby
And all the women worship me.
You should see them follow me around. Not bad.
Even wives of all the other sheiks,
They beg to kiss my rosy cheeks
And that ain't bad -- in fact, that's good, I've found. I'm a cad!
When I lay down to sleep
I'm counting girls instead of sheep
From my harem I can't scare 'em out. Why should I?
They're beauties from all races,
And some have pretty faces.
I'm the Sheik who knows what love is all about
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The Sheik Of Araby
Fats Waller
- Credits
- Lyrics
- Sheet Music
WRITERS
Francis Wheeler
Harry Smith
Ted Snyder
THEMES
Country/Nature
Places
Money
GENRES
Jazz
Vintage
YEAR
1939
I'm the Sheik of Araby,
Your love belongs to me.
At night when you're asleep
Into your tent I'll creep.
And the stars that shine above,
Will light our way to love.
You'll roam this land with me,
I'm the Sheik of Araby.
Oh, I'm the Sheik of Araby
And all the women worship me.
You should see them follow me around. Not bad.
Even wives of all the other sheiks,
They beg to kiss my rosy cheeks
And that ain't bad -- in fact, that's good, I've found. I'm a cad!
When I lay down to sleep
I'm counting girls instead of sheep
From my harem I can't scare 'em out. Why should I?
They're beauties from all races,
And some have pretty faces.
I'm the Sheik who knows what love is all about
Your love belongs to me.
At night when you're asleep
Into your tent I'll creep.
And the stars that shine above,
Will light our way to love.
You'll roam this land with me,
I'm the Sheik of Araby.
Oh, I'm the Sheik of Araby
And all the women worship me.
You should see them follow me around. Not bad.
Even wives of all the other sheiks,
They beg to kiss my rosy cheeks
And that ain't bad -- in fact, that's good, I've found. I'm a cad!
When I lay down to sleep
I'm counting girls instead of sheep
From my harem I can't scare 'em out. Why should I?
They're beauties from all races,
And some have pretty faces.
I'm the Sheik who knows what love is all about
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The Sheik Of Araby
The Beatles
- Credits
- Lyrics
- Sheet Music
WRITERS
Francis Wheeler
Harry Smith
Ted Snyder
THEMES
Country/Nature
Places
Money
GENRES
Rock 'n' Roll
YEAR
1962
I'm the Sheik of Araby,
Your love belongs to me.
At night when you're asleep
Into your tent I'll creep.
And the stars that shine above,
Will light our way to love.
You'll roam this land with me,
I'm the Sheik of Araby.
Oh, I'm the Sheik of Araby
And all the women worship me.
You should see them follow me around. Not bad.
Even wives of all the other sheiks,
They beg to kiss my rosy cheeks
And that ain't bad -- in fact, that's good, I've found. I'm a cad!
When I lay down to sleep
I'm counting girls instead of sheep
From my harem I can't scare 'em out. Why should I?
They're beauties from all races,
And some have pretty faces.
I'm the Sheik who knows what love is all about
Your love belongs to me.
At night when you're asleep
Into your tent I'll creep.
And the stars that shine above,
Will light our way to love.
You'll roam this land with me,
I'm the Sheik of Araby.
Oh, I'm the Sheik of Araby
And all the women worship me.
You should see them follow me around. Not bad.
Even wives of all the other sheiks,
They beg to kiss my rosy cheeks
And that ain't bad -- in fact, that's good, I've found. I'm a cad!
When I lay down to sleep
I'm counting girls instead of sheep
From my harem I can't scare 'em out. Why should I?
They're beauties from all races,
And some have pretty faces.
I'm the Sheik who knows what love is all about
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The Sheik Of Araby
Fats Domino
- Credits
- Lyrics
- Sheet Music
WRITERS
Francis Wheeler
Harry Smith
Ted Snyder
THEMES
Country/Nature
Places
Money
GENRES
Rock 'n' Roll
R&B/Soul
YEAR
1960
I'm the Sheik of Araby,
Your love belongs to me.
At night when you're asleep
Into your tent I'll creep.
And the stars that shine above,
Will light our way to love.
You'll roam this land with me,
I'm the Sheik of Araby.
Oh, I'm the Sheik of Araby
And all the women worship me.
You should see them follow me around. Not bad.
Even wives of all the other sheiks,
They beg to kiss my rosy cheeks
And that ain't bad -- in fact, that's good, I've found. I'm a cad!
When I lay down to sleep
I'm counting girls instead of sheep
From my harem I can't scare 'em out. Why should I?
They're beauties from all races,
And some have pretty faces.
I'm the Sheik who knows what love is all about
Your love belongs to me.
At night when you're asleep
Into your tent I'll creep.
And the stars that shine above,
Will light our way to love.
You'll roam this land with me,
I'm the Sheik of Araby.
Oh, I'm the Sheik of Araby
And all the women worship me.
You should see them follow me around. Not bad.
Even wives of all the other sheiks,
They beg to kiss my rosy cheeks
And that ain't bad -- in fact, that's good, I've found. I'm a cad!
When I lay down to sleep
I'm counting girls instead of sheep
From my harem I can't scare 'em out. Why should I?
They're beauties from all races,
And some have pretty faces.
I'm the Sheik who knows what love is all about
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The Sheik Of Araby
Harry Connick Jr.
- Credits
- Lyrics
- Sheet Music
WRITERS
Francis Wheeler
Harry Smith
Ted Snyder
THEMES
Country/Nature
Places
Money
GENRES
Jazz
YEAR
2006
I'm the Sheik of Araby,
Your love belongs to me.
At night when you're asleep
Into your tent I'll creep.
And the stars that shine above,
Will light our way to love.
You'll roam this land with me,
I'm the Sheik of Araby.
Oh, I'm the Sheik of Araby
And all the women worship me.
You should see them follow me around. Not bad.
Even wives of all the other sheiks,
They beg to kiss my rosy cheeks
And that ain't bad -- in fact, that's good, I've found. I'm a cad!
When I lay down to sleep
I'm counting girls instead of sheep
From my harem I can't scare 'em out. Why should I?
They're beauties from all races,
And some have pretty faces.
I'm the Sheik who knows what love is all about
Your love belongs to me.
At night when you're asleep
Into your tent I'll creep.
And the stars that shine above,
Will light our way to love.
You'll roam this land with me,
I'm the Sheik of Araby.
Oh, I'm the Sheik of Araby
And all the women worship me.
You should see them follow me around. Not bad.
Even wives of all the other sheiks,
They beg to kiss my rosy cheeks
And that ain't bad -- in fact, that's good, I've found. I'm a cad!
When I lay down to sleep
I'm counting girls instead of sheep
From my harem I can't scare 'em out. Why should I?
They're beauties from all races,
And some have pretty faces.
I'm the Sheik who knows what love is all about
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The Sheik Of Araby
Django Reinhardt
- Credits
- Lyrics
- Sheet Music
WRITERS
Francis Wheeler
Harry Smith
Ted Snyder
THEMES
Country/Nature
Places
Money
GENRES
Jazz
Vintage
YEAR
1937
I'm the Sheik of Araby,
Your love belongs to me.
At night when you're asleep
Into your tent I'll creep.
And the stars that shine above,
Will light our way to love.
You'll roam this land with me,
I'm the Sheik of Araby.
Oh, I'm the Sheik of Araby
And all the women worship me.
You should see them follow me around. Not bad.
Even wives of all the other sheiks,
They beg to kiss my rosy cheeks
And that ain't bad -- in fact, that's good, I've found. I'm a cad!
When I lay down to sleep
I'm counting girls instead of sheep
From my harem I can't scare 'em out. Why should I?
They're beauties from all races,
And some have pretty faces.
I'm the Sheik who knows what love is all about
Your love belongs to me.
At night when you're asleep
Into your tent I'll creep.
And the stars that shine above,
Will light our way to love.
You'll roam this land with me,
I'm the Sheik of Araby.
Oh, I'm the Sheik of Araby
And all the women worship me.
You should see them follow me around. Not bad.
Even wives of all the other sheiks,
They beg to kiss my rosy cheeks
And that ain't bad -- in fact, that's good, I've found. I'm a cad!
When I lay down to sleep
I'm counting girls instead of sheep
From my harem I can't scare 'em out. Why should I?
They're beauties from all races,
And some have pretty faces.
I'm the Sheik who knows what love is all about
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The Spirit Of Radio
Rosetta Stone
- Credits
- Lyrics
- Sheet Music
WRITERS
Alex Lifeson
Geddy Lee
Neil Peart
THEMES
Happiness
Time
Money
GENRES
Rock
YEAR
2000
Begin the day
With a friendly voice
A companion, unobtrusive
Plays that song thats so elusive
And the magic music makes your morning mood
Off on your way
Hit the open road
There is magic at your fingers
For the spirit ever lingers
Undemanding contact
In your happy solitude
Invisible airwaves
Crackle with life
Bright antennae bristle
With the energy
Emotional feedback
On a timeless wavelength
Bearing a gift beyond price ---
Almost free...
All this machinery
Making modern music
Can still be open-hearted
Not so coldly charted
Its really just a question
Of your honesty
One likes to believe
In the freedom of music
But glittering prizes
And endless compromises
Shatter the illusion
Of integrity
For the words of the profits
Are written on the studio wall,
Concert hall ---
Echoes with the sounds...
Of salesmen.
With a friendly voice
A companion, unobtrusive
Plays that song thats so elusive
And the magic music makes your morning mood
Off on your way
Hit the open road
There is magic at your fingers
For the spirit ever lingers
Undemanding contact
In your happy solitude
Invisible airwaves
Crackle with life
Bright antennae bristle
With the energy
Emotional feedback
On a timeless wavelength
Bearing a gift beyond price ---
Almost free...
All this machinery
Making modern music
Can still be open-hearted
Not so coldly charted
Its really just a question
Of your honesty
One likes to believe
In the freedom of music
But glittering prizes
And endless compromises
Shatter the illusion
Of integrity
For the words of the profits
Are written on the studio wall,
Concert hall ---
Echoes with the sounds...
Of salesmen.
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The Spirit Of Radio
Rush
- Credits
- Lyrics
- Sheet Music
WRITERS
Alex Lifeson
Geddy Lee
Neil Peart
THEMES
Happiness
Time
Money
GENRES
Rock
YEAR
1980
Begin the day
With a friendly voice
A companion, unobtrusive
Plays that song thats so elusive
And the magic music makes your morning mood
Off on your way
Hit the open road
There is magic at your fingers
For the spirit ever lingers
Undemanding contact
In your happy solitude
Invisible airwaves
Crackle with life
Bright antennae bristle
With the energy
Emotional feedback
On a timeless wavelength
Bearing a gift beyond price ---
Almost free...
All this machinery
Making modern music
Can still be open-hearted
Not so coldly charted
Its really just a question
Of your honesty
One likes to believe
In the freedom of music
But glittering prizes
And endless compromises
Shatter the illusion
Of integrity
For the words of the profits
Are written on the studio wall,
Concert hall ---
Echoes with the sounds...
Of salesmen.
With a friendly voice
A companion, unobtrusive
Plays that song thats so elusive
And the magic music makes your morning mood
Off on your way
Hit the open road
There is magic at your fingers
For the spirit ever lingers
Undemanding contact
In your happy solitude
Invisible airwaves
Crackle with life
Bright antennae bristle
With the energy
Emotional feedback
On a timeless wavelength
Bearing a gift beyond price ---
Almost free...
All this machinery
Making modern music
Can still be open-hearted
Not so coldly charted
Its really just a question
Of your honesty
One likes to believe
In the freedom of music
But glittering prizes
And endless compromises
Shatter the illusion
Of integrity
For the words of the profits
Are written on the studio wall,
Concert hall ---
Echoes with the sounds...
Of salesmen.
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