Frank Weldon

James Cavanaugh

John Redmond

Body

Novelty

Latin

Vintage

1941

I came, I saw, I conga'd
I came, I saw, I conga'd
It's plain to see you conquered me.
Each time I shake a shoulder,
I get a little bolder.
A dance like this deserves a kiss.
My sweet muchacha, when I gotcha in my arms
This Cuban hotcha adds so mucha to your charms.
The bongos beat the rhythm, maracas shake it with `em
That Latin riff is too "terriff";
I came, I saw, I conga'd
I came, I saw, I conga'd
I can't dany it's got that I, yi, Conga,
I, yi, Conga, I, yi, Conga, yi.

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James Brockman

James Kendis

John W Kellette

Nat Vincent

Dreams

Happiness

Time

Novelty

Rock

1980

I'm dreaming dreams, I'm scheming schemes
I'm building castles high
They're born anew, their days are few
Just like a sweet butterfly
And as the daylight is dawning
They come again in the morning

I'm forever blowing bubbles
Pretty bubbles in the air
They fly so high
Nearly reach the sky
Then like my dreams they fade and die
Fortune's always hiding
I've looked ev'rywhere
I'm forever blowing bubbles
Pretty bubbles in the air

When shadows creep, when I'm asleep
To lands of hope I stray
Then at daybreak, when I awake
My bluebird flutters away
Happiness, you seem so near me
Happiness, come forth and cheer me

I'm forever blowing bubbles
Pretty bubbles in the air
They fly so high
Nearly reach the sky
Then like my dreams they fade and die
Fortune's always hiding
I've looked ev'rywhere
I'm forever blowing bubbles
Pretty bubbles in the air

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Doc Pomus

Mort Shuman

Body

Weather

Novelty

Rock 'n' Roll

Children/Novelty

1960

Emergency, which service do you require please?
Let those fire engines roll, doll!

I'm on fire, gonna burn up the town
Yeah, yeah, yeah, gonna spread my flames around

I woke up this mornin', I was mighty warm
Felt like I'd been dancin' all night long
Yeah mama took one look 'n' asked me what was wrong

I'm on fire, gonna burn up the town
Yeah, yeah, yeah, gonna spread my flames around

Ran out the door, started to pace down the street
My mind's in order, but I couldn't stop my feet
And I tried to kiss every girl that I would meet
Well it's burnin' fellas!

Ooooh I'm a burnin' baby!
Yeah, burnin' for you
You know the flames go higher, higher and higher

I'm a fire-cracker king ready to pop
Like an atom bomb, I'm about to blow my top
Once I've carried on startin', I don't know how to stop

I'm on fire, gonna burn up the town
Yeah, yeah, yeah, gonna spread my flames around

Too late though, I'm all burned up!

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Brian Bennett

Bruce Welch

Hank Marvin

John Rostill

Dreams

Love

Novelty

Pop

Showtunes

1967

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Alex Lifeson

Geddy Lee

Neil Peart

Novelty

Instrumental

Rock

Children/Novelty

Instrumental

1988

Instrumental

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Gerard Jouannest

Jacques Brel

Mort Shuman

Names

Places

Novelty

Memories/Nostalgia

Dreams

Time

Food and Drink

Pop

Children/Novelty

1968

[English version of "La Chanson de Jacky" by Jacques Brel & Gerard Jouannest]

And if one day I should become
A singer with a spanish bum
Who sings for women of great virtue

I'd sing to them with a guitar
I borrowed from a coffee bar
Well, what you don't know doesn't hurt you

My name would be Antonio
And all my bridges I would burn
And when I gave them some they'd know
I'd expect something in return

I'd have to get drunk every night
And talk about virility
With some old grandmother
That might be decked out like a Christmas tree

And no pink elephant I'd see
Though I'd be drunk as I could be
Still I would sing my song to me
About the time they called me "Jackie"

If I could bem for only an hour
If I could be for an hour every day
If I could be for just one little hour
Cute, cute in a stupid ass way

And if I joined the social whirl
Became procurer of young girls
Then I could have my own bordellos

My record would be number one
And I'd sell records by the ton
All sung by many other fellows

My name would then be handsome Jack
And I'd sell boats of opium
Whisky that came from Twickenham
Authentic queers
And phoney virgins

If I had banks on every finger
A finger in every country
And all the countries ruled by me
I'd still know where I'd want to be

Locked up inside my opium den
Surrounded by some china men
I'd sing the song that I sang then
About the time they called me "Jackie"

If I could be, for only an hour
If I could be for an hour every day
If I could be for just one little hour
Cute, cute in a stupid ass way

Now, tell me, wouldn't it be nice
That if one day in paradise
I'd sing for all the ladies up there

And they would sing along with me
And we be so happy there to be
'Cos down below is really nowhere

And if my name were "Jupiter"
Then I would know where I was going
And then I would become all knowing
My beard so very long and flowing

If I became deaf, dumb and blind
Because I pitied all mankind
And broke my heart to make things right
I'd know that every single night

When my angelic work was through
The angels and the devil too
Would sing my childhood song to me
About the time they called me "Jackie"

If I could be, for only an hour
If I could be for an hour every day
If I could be for just one little hour
Cute, cute in a stupid ass way

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Gerard Jouannest

Jacques Brel

Mort Shuman

Names

Food and Drink

Memories/Nostalgia

Dreams

Places

Novelty

Time

Jazz

Pop

1968

[English version of "La Chanson de Jacky" by Jacques Brel & Gerard Jouannest]

And if one day I should become
A singer with a spanish bum
Who sings for women of great virtue

I'd sing to them with a guitar
I borrowed from a coffee bar
Well, what you don't know doesn't hurt you

My name would be Antonio
And all my bridges I would burn
And when I gave them some they'd know
I'd expect something in return

I'd have to get drunk every night
And talk about virility
With some old grandmother
That might be decked out like a Christmas tree

And no pink elephant I'd see
Though I'd be drunk as I could be
Still I would sing my song to me
About the time they called me "Jackie"

If I could bem for only an hour
If I could be for an hour every day
If I could be for just one little hour
Cute, cute in a stupid ass way

And if I joined the social whirl
Became procurer of young girls
Then I could have my own bordellos

My record would be number one
And I'd sell records by the ton
All sung by many other fellows

My name would then be handsome Jack
And I'd sell boats of opium
Whisky that came from Twickenham
Authentic queers
And phoney virgins

If I had banks on every finger
A finger in every country
And all the countries ruled by me
I'd still know where I'd want to be

Locked up inside my opium den
Surrounded by some china men
I'd sing the song that I sang then
About the time they called me "Jackie"

If I could be, for only an hour
If I could be for an hour every day
If I could be for just one little hour
Cute, cute in a stupid ass way

Now, tell me, wouldn't it be nice
That if one day in paradise
I'd sing for all the ladies up there

And they would sing along with me
And we be so happy there to be
'Cos down below is really nowhere

And if my name were "Jupiter"
Then I would know where I was going
And then I would become all knowing
My beard so very long and flowing

If I became deaf, dumb and blind
Because I pitied all mankind
And broke my heart to make things right
I'd know that every single night

When my angelic work was through
The angels and the devil too
Would sing my childhood song to me
About the time they called me "Jackie"

If I could be, for only an hour
If I could be for an hour every day
If I could be for just one little hour
Cute, cute in a stupid ass way

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Gerard Jouannest

Jacques Brel

Mort Shuman

Names

Memories/Nostalgia

Dreams

Places

Novelty

Food and Drink

Time

Pop

Folk

1999

[English version of "La Chanson de Jacky" by Jacques Brel & Gerard Jouannest]

And if one day I should become
A singer with a spanish bum
Who sings for women of great virtue

I'd sing to them with a guitar
I borrowed from a coffee bar
Well, what you don't know doesn't hurt you

My name would be Antonio
And all my bridges I would burn
And when I gave them some they'd know
I'd expect something in return

I'd have to get drunk every night
And talk about virility
With some old grandmother
That might be decked out like a Christmas tree

And no pink elephant I'd see
Though I'd be drunk as I could be
Still I would sing my song to me
About the time they called me "Jackie"

If I could bem for only an hour
If I could be for an hour every day
If I could be for just one little hour
Cute, cute in a stupid ass way

And if I joined the social whirl
Became procurer of young girls
Then I could have my own bordellos

My record would be number one
And I'd sell records by the ton
All sung by many other fellows

My name would then be handsome Jack
And I'd sell boats of opium
Whisky that came from Twickenham
Authentic queers
And phoney virgins

If I had banks on every finger
A finger in every country
And all the countries ruled by me
I'd still know where I'd want to be

Locked up inside my opium den
Surrounded by some china men
I'd sing the song that I sang then
About the time they called me "Jackie"

If I could be, for only an hour
If I could be for an hour every day
If I could be for just one little hour
Cute, cute in a stupid ass way

Now, tell me, wouldn't it be nice
That if one day in paradise
I'd sing for all the ladies up there

And they would sing along with me
And we be so happy there to be
'Cos down below is really nowhere

And if my name were "Jupiter"
Then I would know where I was going
And then I would become all knowing
My beard so very long and flowing

If I became deaf, dumb and blind
Because I pitied all mankind
And broke my heart to make things right
I'd know that every single night

When my angelic work was through
The angels and the devil too
Would sing my childhood song to me
About the time they called me "Jackie"

If I could be, for only an hour
If I could be for an hour every day
If I could be for just one little hour
Cute, cute in a stupid ass way

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Jerry Leiber

Mike Stoller

Celebration

Novelty

Rock 'n' Roll

1985

The warden threw a party in the county jail
The prison band was there and they began to wail
The band was jumpin' and the joint began to swing
You should've heard those knocked out jailbirds sing
Let's rock, everybody, let's rock
Everybody in the whole cell block
Was dancin' to the jailhouse rock

Spider Murphy played the tenor saxophone
Little Joe was blowin' on the slide trombone
The drummer boy from Illinois went crash, boom, bang
The whole rhythm section was a purple gang
Let's rock, everybody, let's rock
Everybody in the whole cell block
Was dancin' to the jailhouse rock

Number forty-seven said to number three
You're the cutest jailbird I ever did see
I sure would be delighted with your company
Come on and do the jailhouse rock with me
Let's rock, everybody, let's rock
Everybody in the whole cell block
Was dancin' to the jailhouse rock

The sad sack was a sittin' on a block of stone
Way over in the corner weepin' all alone
The warden said, hey, buddy, don't you be no square
If you can't find a partner use a wooden chair
Let's rock, everybody, let's rock
Everybody in the whole cell block
Was dancin' to the jailhouse rock

Shifty Henry said to Bugs, for heavens sake,
No ones lookin', now's our chance to make a break
Bugsy turned to Shifty and he said, nix nix
I wanna stick around a while and get my kicks
Let's rock, everybody, let's rock
Everybody in the whole cell block
Was dancin' to the jailhouse rock
Dancin' to the jailhouse rock
Dancin' to the jailhouse rock
Dancin' to the jailhouse rock
Dancin' to the jailhouse rock
Dancin' to the jailhouse rock
[Repeat to fade]

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Dolly Parton

Inspirational

Happiness

Novelty

Showtunes

2009

[Ensemble:]

Joy to the girls
We're free at last
We're free
We're free
At last
Ah Ah Ah Ah Ah
We're free
Free at last
We're free

Joy to the girls
Joy to the girls
Joy to the girls
We're free
We're free
At last
Free at last
Ahhhhhhh Ahhhhhhhhhh

[Hart:]
Violet! Coffee!

[Ensemble:]
Ahhhhh

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Gerard Jouannest

Jacques Brel

Names

Food and Drink

Memories/Nostalgia

Dreams

Places

Novelty

Jazz

Pop

1965

Meme si un jour a Knocke-le-Zoute
Je deviens comme je le redoute
Chanteur pour femmes finissantes
Meme si je leur chante "Mi Corazon"
Avec la voix bandoneante
D'un Argentin de Carcassonne
Meme si on m'appelle Antonio
Que je brule mes derniers feux
En echange de quelques cadeaux
Madame je fais ce que je peux
Meme si je me saoule a l'hydromel
Pour mieux parler de virilite
A des memeres decorees
Comme des arbres de Noel
Je sais que dans ma saoulographie
Chaque nuit pour des elephants roses
Je chanterai la chanson morose
Celle du temps ou je m'appelais Jacky

Etre une heure une heure seulement
Etre une heure une heure quelquefois
Etre une heure rien qu'une heure durant
Beau beau beau et con a la fois

Meme si un jour a Macao
Je deviens gouverneur de tripot
Cercle de femmes languissantes
Meme si lasse d'etre chanteur
J'y sois devenu maitre chanteur
Et que ce soit les autres qui chantent
Meme si on m'appelle le beau Serge
Que je vende des bateaux d'opium
Du whisky de Clermont-Ferrand
De vrais pedes de fausses vierges
Que j'aie une banque a chaque doigt
Et un doigt dans chaque pays
Et que chaque pays soit a moi
Je sais quand meme que chaque nuit
Tout seul au fond de ma fumerie
Pour un public de vieux Chinois
Je rechanterai ma chanson a moi
Celle du temps ou je m'appelais Jacky

Etre une heure une heure seulement
Etre une heure une heure quelquefois
Etre une heure rien qu'une heure durant
Beau beau beau et con a la fois

Meme si un jour au paradis
Je deviens comme j'en serais surpris
Chanteur pour femmes a ailes blanches
Meme si je leur chante alleluia
En regrettant le temps d'en bas
Ou c'est pas tous les jours dimanche
Meme si on m'appelle Dieu le Pere
Celui qui est dans l'annuaire
Entre Dieulefit et Dieu vous garde
Meme si je me laisse pousser la barbe
Meme si toujours trop bonne pomme
Je me creve le coeur et le pur esprit
A vouloir consoler les hommes
Je sais quand meme que chaque nuit
J'entendrai dans mon paradis
Les anges les saints et Lucifer
Me chanter la chanson de naguere
Celle du temps ou je m'appelais Jacky

Etre une heure une heure seulement
Etre une heure une heure quelquefois
Etre une heure rien qu'une heure durant
Beau beau beau et con a la fois

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Elvis Presley

Vera Matson

Novelty

Children/Novelty

1984

Love me tender
Love me sweet
Never let me go
You have made my life complete
And I love you so

Love me tender
Love me true
All my dreams fulfilled
For my darlin' I love you
And I always will

Love me tender
Love me long
Take me to your heart
For its there that I belong
And well never part

Love me tender
Love me dear
Tell me you are mine
Ill be yours through all the years
Till the end of time

(When at last my dreams come true
Darling this I know
Happiness will follow you
Everywhere you go)

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