Dick Hart

Hank Thompson

Johnny Lowe

Food and Drink

Time

Numbers

Money

Rock 'n' Roll

Rock

1960

Hey, Mister Bartender
Please don't be so slow
I got time for one more round
And a six-pack to go

Tomorrow mornin's Sunday
I'm gonna be feelin' low
So please, please Bartender
I want a six-pack to go

I've been a-drinkin' all day long
Takin' in the town
I've done spent my whole paycheck
Just-a honky-tonkin' round

I don't have enough to pay my rent
I ain't gonna worry though
I got time for one more round
And a six-pack to go

(Instrumental Break)

Hey, Mister Bartender
Please don't be so slow
I got time for one more round
And a six-pack to go

Tomorrow mornin's Sunday
I'm gonna be feeling low
So please, please Bartender
I want a six-pack to go

I've been a-drinkin' all day long
Takin' in the town
I've done spent my whole paycheck
Just-a honky-tonkin' round

Well, I don't have enough to pay my rent
I ain't gonna worry though
I got time for one more round
And a six-pack to go

One six-pack to go

Arthur Fields

Walter Donovan

Love

Colours

Time

Numbers

Animals

Pop

Showtunes

1950

Way down in the Congoland
Lived a happy chimpanzee
She loved a monkey with a long tail
(Lordy, how she loved him!)
Each night he would find her there
Swinging in the cocoanut tree
And the monkey gay, at the break of day
Loved to hear his Chimpie say...

"Aba, daba, daba, daba, daba, daba, dab"
Said the Chimpie to the Monk
"Baba, daba, daba, daba, daba, daba, dab"
Said the Monkey to the Chimp
All night long they'd chatter away
All day long they were happy and gay
Swinging and singing in their hunky-tonkey way

"Aba, daba, daba, daba, daba, daba, dab"
Means "Monk, I love but you"
"Baba, daba, dab" in monkey talk
Means "Chimp, I love you, too"
Then the big baboon one night in June
He married them and very soon
They went upon their aba daba honeymoon

"Aba, daba, daba, daba, daba, daba, dab"
Said the Chimpie to the Monk
"Baba, daba, daba, daba, daba, daba, dab"
Said the Monkey to the Chimp
All night long they'd chatter away
All day long they were happy and gay
Swinging and singing in their hunky-tonkey way

"Aba, daba, daba, daba, daba, daba, dab"
Means "Monk, I love but you"
"Baba, daba, dab" in monkey talk
Means "Chimp, I love you, too"
One night they were made man and wife
And now they cry, "This is the life
Since they came from their aba daba honeymoon

Well, you should have heard that band
Play upon their wedding day
Each Chimp and Monkey had nutshells
(Lordy, how they played them)
And now it is every night
High up in the cocoanut tree
It's the same old thing, with the same old swing,
When the Monk and Chimpie sing...

"Aba, daba, daba, daba, daba, daba, dab"
Said the Chimpie to the Monk
"Baba, daba, daba, daba, daba, daba, dab"
Said the Monkey to the Chimp
All night long they'd chatter away
All day long they were happy and gay
Swinging and singing in their hunky-tonkey way

"Aba, daba, daba, daba, daba, daba, dab"
Means "Monk, I love but you"
"Baba, daba, dab" in monkey talk
Means "Chimp, I love you, too"
Then the big baboon one night in June
He married them and very soon
They went upon their aba daba honeymoon

"Aba, daba, daba, daba, daba, daba, dab"
Said the Chimpie to the Monk
"Baba, daba, daba, daba, daba, daba, dab"
Said the Monkey to the Chimp
All night long they'd chatter away
All day long they were happy and gay
Swinging and singing in their hunky-tonkey way

"Aba, daba, daba, daba, daba, daba, dab"
Means "Monk, I love but you"
"Baba, daba, dab" in monkey talk
Means "Chimp, I love you, too"
One night they were made man and wife
And now they cry, "This is the life"
Since they came from their aba daba honeymoon

Ray Davies

Time

Numbers

Rock

Pop

1965

The night we met I knew I needed you so
And if I had the chance I'd never let you go
So won't you say you love me
I'll make you so proud of me
We'll make 'em turn their heads
Every place we go
So won't you please

Be my little baby
Say you'll be my darling
Be my baby now

I'll make you happy, baby
Just wait and see
For every kiss you give me
I'll give you three
Oh, since the day I saw you
I have been waiting for you
You know I will adore you
Till eternity so won't you please

Be my little baby
Say you'll be my darling
Be my baby now

INSTRUMENTAL

Be my little baby
Say you'll be my darling
Be my baby now

Be my little baby
Ooh, ohh...

Graham Oliver

Paul Quinn

Peter Byford

Peter Gill

Stephen Dawson

Weather

Time

Numbers

Rock

1981

Just before dawn in the cold light
We came out of the night
A great expectation from the man who ran the show
Will it rain, will it snow, will it shine, we don't know
Are there clouds up in the sky

We sat in the sun, woah-oh-oh
And the bands played on
And the bands played on
And the bands played on

See the people, feel the power
There was sixty thousand there
Just like thunder the crowds began to roar
Where you there, did ya know, did ya see all the show
There was magic in the air

We sat in the sun woah-oh-oh
And the bands played on
And the bands played on
And the bands played on

See the rainbow shining brightly
Shooting rockets to the sky
Making music and it rolled on through the night
You could hear on the air rock n' roll everywhere
We were strangers in the night

We sat in the sun woah-oh-oh
And the bands played on
And the bands played on
And the bands played on
And the bands played on
And the bands played on

Dominic Muldowney

Country/Nature

Places

Time

Numbers

Clothing/Apparel

Money

Classical

Instrumental

1996

Hark! now the Drums beat up again,
For all true Soldiers Gentlemen,
Then let us list, and march I say,
Over the Hills and far away;
Over the Hills and o'er the Main,
To Flanders, Portugal and Spain,
Queen Ann commands, and we'll obey,
Over the Hills and far away.


All Gentlemen that have a Mind,
To serve the Queen that's good and kind;
Come list and enter into Pay,
Then o'er the Hills and far away;
Over the Hills, &c.


Here's Forty Shillings on the Drum,
For those that Volunteers do come,
With Shirts, and Cloaths, and present Pay,
When o'er the Hills and far away;
Over the Hills, &c.


Hear that brave Boys, and let us go,
Or else we shall be prest you know;
Then list and enter into Pay,
And o'er the Hills and far away;
Over the Hills, &c.


The Constables they search about,
To find such brisk young Fellows out;
Then let's be Volunteers I say,
Over the Hills and far away;
Over the Hills, &c.


Since now the French so low are brought,
And Wealth and Honour's to be got,
Who then behind wou'd sneaking stay?
When o'er the Hills and far away;
Over the Hills, &c.


No more from sound of Drum retreat,
While Marlborough, and Gallaway beat,*
The French and Spaniards every Day,
When o'er the Hills and far away;
Over the Hills, &c.


He that is forc'd to go and fight,
Will never get true Honour by't,
While Volunteers shall win the Day,
When o'er the Hills and far away;
Over the Hills, &c.


What tho' our Friends our Absense mourn,
We all with Honour shall return,
And then we'll sing both Night and Day,
Over the Hills and far away;
Over the Hills, &c.


The[n] Prentice Tom he may refuse,
To wipe his angry Master's Shoes;
For then he's free to sing and play,
Over the Hills and far away;
Over the Hills, &c.


Over Rivers, Bogs, and Springs,
We all shall live as great as Kings,
And Plunder get both Night and Day,
When o'er the Hills and far away;
Over the Hills, &c.


We then shall lead more happy Lives,
By getting rid of Brats and Wives,
That Scold on both Night and Day,
When o'er the Hills and far away;
Over the Hills, &c.


Come on then Boys and you shall see,
We every one shall Captains be,
To Whore and rant as well as they,
When o'er the Hills and far away;
Over the Hills, &c.


For if we go 'tis one to Ten,
But we return all Gentlemen,
All Gentlemen as well as they,
When o'er the Hills and far away;
Over the Hills, &c.

Alice Cooper

Michael Bruce

Baby/Children

Numbers

Clothing/Apparel

Rock

1971

Mommy where's daddy? He's been gone for so long.
Do you think he'll ever come home?

I was gone for fourteen days
I coulda been gone for more
Held up in the intensive care ward
lyin on the floor

I was gone for all those days
but I, was not all alone
I made friends with a lot of people
in the danger zone

See my lonely life unfold
I see it every day
See my only mind explode
Since I've gone away

I think I lost some weight there
and I--- I'm sure I need some rest
Sleepin don't come very easy
in a straight white vest

Should like to see that little children
She's only four years old--- old
I'd give her back all of her play things
even, even the ones I stole

See my lonely life unfold
I see it everyday
See my lonely mind explode
when I've gone insane

I wanna get out of here
I wanna, I wanna get out of here
I gotta get out of here
I gotta get out of here
IgottagetoutahereIgottagetoutahereIgottagetoutahere
Ya gotta let me out of here
Let me outta here
I gotta get outta here
Let me outta here
I gotta get outta here
Let me outta here
I gotta get outta here

See my lonely life unfold
I see it everyday
See my only mind explode
Blow up in my face

I grabbed my hat and I got my coat
and I, I ran into the street
I saw a man that was choking there
I guess he couldn't breathe
Said to myself this is very strange
I'm glad it wasn't me
But now I hear those sirens callin'
and so I am not free

I DIDN'T WANNA BE
I DIDN'T WANNA BE
I DIDN'T WANNA BE
(See my lonely life unfold)
I DIDN'T WANNA BE
(I see it every day)
LEAVE ME ALONE I DIDN'T WANNA BE
DON'T TOUCH ME!!!!
See my lonely mind explode
when I've gone INSAAAAAAAAAAAAAANNNNNNNE!

Bruce Welch

John Farrar

Body

Love

Country/Nature

Places

Numbers

Country and Western

1971

I asked my love to take a walk
To take a walk, just a little walk
Down beside where the waters flow
Down by the banks of the Ohio

And only say that you'll be mine
In no others' arms entwine
Down beside where the waters flow
Down by the banks of the Ohio

I held a knife against his breast
As into my arms he pressed
He cried "my love, don't you murder me
I'm not prepared for eternity"

I wandered home 'tween twelve and one
I cried, "My God, what have I done?"
I've killed the only man I love
He would not take me for his bride

And only say that you'll be mine
In no others' arms entwine
Down beside where the waters flow
Down by the banks of the Ohio

Michael Bruce

Names

Food and Drink

Love

Places

Numbers

Rock

1971

She struts into the room
Well I don't know her
But with a magnifying glance
I just sort of looked her over, hmm
We have a drink or two
Well, maybe three
And then suddenly she starts telling me
Her life story
She says

Baby, if you wanna be my lover
You better take me home
'Cause it's a long long way to paradise
And I'm still on my own

Told her that I came
From Detroit City
And I played guitar
In a long-haired rock and roll band
She asked me why
The singer's name was Alice
I said listen, baby
You really wouldn't understand

And I said

Oh baby, if you wanna
Be my lover
You better take me home
'Cause it's a long long way to paradise
And I'm still on my own

Oh baby, if you wanna
Be my lover
You better take me hoooooome
'Cause it's a long long way to paradise
And I'm still on my oooooown

Ooooooh

Bob Roberts

Ruth Batchelor

Food and Drink

Love

Weather

Country/Nature

Numbers

Rock

Pop

1962

Because of love
I’m a hundred feet tall
I can bounce this world
Like a little ball

Well the heaven and earth are now mine
I jump to the moon from cloud number 9

Because, because, because, because of love
Because of love I’m a mighty big man
I’ll hold the sun in the palm of my hand

With just one leap I can cross the seas
I jump over mountains
And fly over trees

Because, because, because, because of love
Well I’ve found love, I’ve found love
And all that I can say
Well I’ll never, never, I’ll never, never, never gonna let it get away

Because of love
I’m the happiest guy
And the life is sweet
As a cherry cream pie

Well the heaven and earth are now mine
I jump to the moon from cloud number 9

Because, because, because, because of love
Because, because, because, because of love

Fred Weismantel

Body

Colours

Numbers

Blues

Rock

1975

Got me the strangest woman
Believe it, this chicks no sinch
When I wanna get her goin
Then I whip out my big ten inch

Record of the band that plays the blues
Well the band that plays the blues
She just loved my big ten inch
Record of her favorite blues

Last night I tried to tease her
I gave my love a little pinch
But she said now stop that jivin
Now whip out your big ten-inch

Record of the band that plays the blues
Well the band that plays the blues
She just loved my big ten inch
Record of her favorite blues

Ill cover her with kisses
And when were in a lovers clinch
She gets all excited
When she puts on my big ten-inch

Record of the band that plays the blues
Well the band that plays the blues
She just loved my big ten inch
Record of her favorite blues

My gal dont go smokin
And liquor just makes her flinch
Seems she dont go for nothin
cept for my big ten-inch

Record of the band that plays the blues
Band that plays the blues
She just loved my big ten inch
Record of her favorite blues

Tom Waits

Body

Food and Drink

Dreams

Love

Colours

Numbers

Clothing/Apparel

Blues

1978

She sends me blue valentines
All the way from Philadelphia
To mark the anniversary
Of someone that I used to be
And it feels just like theres
A warrant out for my arrest
Got me checkin in my rearview mirror
And I'm always on the run
Thats why I changed my name
And I didn't think you'd ever find me here

To send me blue valentines
Like half forgotten dreams
Like a pebble in my shoe
As I walk these streets
And the ghost of your memory
Is the thistle in the kiss
And the burgler that can break a roses neck
It's the tatooed broken promise
That I hide beneath my sleeve
And I see you every time I turn my back

She sends me blue valentines
Though I try to remain at large
They're insisting that our love
Must have a eulogy
Why do I save all of this madness
In the nightstand drawer
There to haunt upon my shoulders
Baby I know
I'd be luckier to walk around everywhere I go
With a blind and broken heart
That sleeps beneath my lapel

She sends me my blue valentines
To remind me of my cardinal sin
I can never wash the guilt
Or get these bloodstains off my handa
And it takes a lot of whiskey
To take this nightmares go away
And I cut my bleedin heart out every nite
And I die a little more on each St. Valentines day
Remember that I promised I would
Write you...
These blue valentines
blue valentines
blue valentines

Dolly Parton

Memories/Nostalgia

Colours

Time

Numbers

Numbers

Animals

Country and Western

1998

She was born in a place called Blue Valley
At the foot of the Tennessee hills
With the blue birds and blue bells
And blue mountain water
And the sound of the Blue Whippoorwill
But there was no peace in the valley
Her daddy, a cruel, ruthless man
Used and abused her mind and her body
So her mama said run while you can
So at fifteen she took to the highway
Belongings and guitar in hand
And she buried herself in her music
The one thing she did understand
And she sings like a bird and she writes like a poet
Her voice has that high, lonesome sound
She hurts, and her songs are the best way to show it
So the Blue Valley songbird keeps traveling around
She hopes someday she will make it
And everyone says that she will
When she comes to town, crowds flock around
To see the girl from the Tennessee hills
She writes her letter back home to her mama
In care of the preacher in town
They're sacred to her so she reads them at church
And so her daddy cannot track her down

And she sings like a bird and she cries like a baby
Whenever she turns off the lights
She's a whole lot lonesome and a little bit crazy
From mem'ries and miseries and dreams gone awry

Blue dress, blue shoes, a blue Cadillac
A band dressed in blue by her side
Instruments tied to the top and the back
'Cause the Blue Valley songbird is singing tonight

One nighters, honky tonks, years flying by
She never made it, but Lord knows she tries
Expressing the feelings she holds inside
And the Blue Valley songbird is singing tonight
Oh the Blue Valley songbird is singing tonight

And she sings like a bird and she writes like a poet

Dolly Parton

Memories/Nostalgia

Colours

Time

Numbers

Numbers

Animals

Country and Western

1998

She was born in a place called Blue Valley
At the foot of the Tennessee hills
With the blue birds and blue bells
And blue mountain water
And the sound of the Blue Whippoorwill
But there was no peace in the valley
Her daddy, a cruel, ruthless man
Used and abused her mind and her body
So her mama said run while you can
So at fifteen she took to the highway
Belongings and guitar in hand
And she buried herself in her music
The one thing she did understand
And she sings like a bird and she writes like a poet
Her voice has that high, lonesome sound
She hurts, and her songs are the best way to show it
So the Blue Valley songbird keeps traveling around
She hopes someday she will make it
And everyone says that she will
When she comes to town, crowds flock around
To see the girl from the Tennessee hills
She writes her letter back home to her mama
In care of the preacher in town
They're sacred to her so she reads them at church
And so her daddy cannot track her down

And she sings like a bird and she cries like a baby
Whenever she turns off the lights
She's a whole lot lonesome and a little bit crazy
From mem'ries and miseries and dreams gone awry

Blue dress, blue shoes, a blue Cadillac
A band dressed in blue by her side
Instruments tied to the top and the back
'Cause the Blue Valley songbird is singing tonight

One nighters, honky tonks, years flying by
She never made it, but Lord knows she tries
Expressing the feelings she holds inside
And the Blue Valley songbird is singing tonight
Oh the Blue Valley songbird is singing tonight

And she sings like a bird and she writes like a poet

Dolly Parton

Body

Dreams

Weather

Colours

Numbers

Country and Western

2001

I was lookin' for greener pastures
When I left my old Kentucky home
I was chasin' after dreams I thought I'd master
So I left the one that loved me all along
Thinkin' only of myself and doin' better
Didn't care about the grief I left behind
Didn't even make a card or write a letter
So sure I'd be successful in no time
Now I'm heading for bluer pastures
And back to the one who's heart I broke
To the bluegrass state of Kentucky
Where he waits with open for me I hope

Ain't it funny how you are when you're younger?
How what you have is never good enough
How the years will find you searchin' through your plunder
Lookin' for the treasures you gave up
Well the seasons came, they went
The dreams all shattered
While the grass just stayed a lonely shade of brown
Then I realized I'd lost all that had mattered
So with foolish pride aside, I'm homeward bound

Now I'm heading for bluer pastures
And back to the one who's heart I broke
To the bluegrass state of ole Kentucky
Where he waits with open for me I hope
Now I'm heading for bluer pastures
Where the bluegrass waves sweetly in the wind
Where the bluegrass music's always playin'
To the haunting sound of Monroe's mandolin
I'm heading for bluer pastures

Van Morrison

Places

Time

Numbers

Blues

1964

Peter Byford

Stephen Dawson

Names

Country/Nature

Places

Numbers

Rock

1985

E.Y. Harburg

Jay Gorney

Numbers

Clothing/Apparel

Money

Jazz

1933

Al Jolson

Alex Greenwald

Buddy DeSylva

Darren Robinson

Jacques Brautbar

Jason Schwartzman

Joseph Meyer

Sam Farrar

Weather

Places

Numbers

Rock

2001