Charles Daniels

Richard Whiting

Dreams

Love

Time

Money

Jazz

1937

Once he dressed in tweads and drapes
On the rolls royce car
Now he seems quite out of place
Like a fallen star
While I worry
Plan and sceme
Over what to do
Can't help feeling
It's a dream
He's just too good to be true

I'm not much to look at
I'm nothing to see
I'm glad I'm living on a dime
And lucky to be
But I've got a man crazy for me
He's funny that way

I ain't got a dollar
Can't save a cent
He doesn't hollar
He'd live in a tent
I've got that man mad about me
He's funny that way

Lord he loves work and slave
For me every day
He'd be so much better off
If I went away
But why should I leave him
Why should I go
He'd be un happy
Without me I know
I've got that man crazy for me
He's funny that way

Arthur J Lamb

Sidney Von Tilzer

Love

Money

Showtunes

Vintage

1903

The ballroom was filled with fashion's throng,
It shone with a thousand lights;
And there was a woman who passed along,
The fairest of all the sights.
A girl to her lover then softly sighed,
"There's riches at her command."
"But she married for wealth, not for love," he cried!
"Though she lives in a mansion grand."
cho: "She's only a bird in a gilded cage,
A beautiful sight to see.
You may think she's happy and free from care,
She's not, though she seems to be.
'Tis sad when you think of her wasted life
For youth cannot mate with age;
And her beauty was sold for an old man's gold,
She's a bird in a gilded cage."
I stood in a churchyard just at eve,
When sunset adorned the west;
And looked at the people who'd come to grieve
For loved ones now laid at rcst.
A tall marble monument marked the grave
Of one who'd been fashion's queen;
And I thought, "She is happier here at rest,
Than to have people say when seen: "

Deon Evans

Luis Resto

Marshall Mathers

Randy Walker

Tupac Shakur

Money

Dance

Pop

2004

Yeah nigga
Yo Pac (That's right)
Yo, I heard you got beat up by the police
Got a big fat lawsuit and everything (yeah)
Niggaz just wanna know if your still gonna be on some crooked ass nigga shit

[2pac Verse 1]
Please tell me what's a nigga to do and it's true
Ain't nuttin' new so I do what I can to get through
Now first they had me trapped and now I'm pissed
A loaded AK47 layin on my hips so don't trip
One motherfucker from the underground
And Big Stretch buckin' niggaz if they fuck around
Yo, why ya'll got beef with police?
Ain't that a bitch them motherfuckers gotta beef with me
They make it hard for me to sleep
I wake up at the slightest peep and my sheets are 3 feet deep
I guess it's hard for you to see
But now I'm pointin the finger at police instead of motherfuckers blamin' me
I got the right to bear a pistol
And when them punk motherfuckers get to trippin' I got shit too
And maybe then you'll see the truth
But until then I gotta do what I do and stay a crooked nigga too

[Chorus]
It's all up to you
But until then I gotta do what I do and stay a crooked nigga too
And maybe then you'll see the truth (awwwwww)
But until then I gotta do what I do and stay a crooked nigga too
It's all up to you
But until then I gotta do what I do and stay a crooked nigga too
And maybe then you'll see the truth (awwwwww) Oooh!
You can't fuck with the crew, a crooked nigga too

[2pac Verse 2]
You know you really can't say that you blame niggaz
Fuck bein' tame, set a flame, tryin' to aim triggaz
2pac'll spark a revolution, fuck the constitution
I want my bucks for restitution
This time you got a bigger problem
Time to face the niggas from South Central, Oakland, Brooklyn and Harlem
And we ain't shootin' at eachother (fuck no), that's a motherfuckin' brother
So save two, run for cover
And other bitches from the clan
Come feel the wrath of a black man that doesn't smoke crack and
I don't drink St. Ides (fuck that!)
Genuine draft ganja ganja and my fuckin' Tec-9
They know their scared to see us sober (awwwww)
Cobra - And niggaz will take the world over
It's all up to you (up to you) Blame the Korean (fuck that)
I'll be a crooked nigga too

[Chorus]
It's all up to you
But until then I gotta do what I do and stay a crooked nigga too
And maybe then you'll see the truth (awwwwww)
But until then I gotta do what I do and stay a crooked nigga too
It's all up to you
But until then I gotta do what I do and stay a crooked nigga too
And maybe then you'll see the truth (awwwwww) Oooh!
You can't fuck with the crew, a crooked nigga too

[2pac Verse 3]
Pardon me, ?? has been God and try me
I'll be damned if I die come look at the rage in my eyes G
They got my homies in a jail cell
Now it's the rebel and the devil and one of us is goin' to hell
I got the whole place covered with loc'ed out brothers
And nothing but love for eachother
So motherfucker make a motion
I give a fuck, slice you up, and throw your ass in the ocean
Temperatures drop
See it's cool to shoot a nigga but they hate it when we pop the cops
That's when they gettin' petrol
You better watch your step or you'll be left on deathrow
But I learned to look ahead of me
Stay strapped, watch your back, keep your eyes on the enemy
We blowin' up precincts and oooohhhh you can't fuck with the crew
A crooked nigga too

[Chorus]
It's all up to you
But until then I gotta do what I do and stay a crooked nigga too
And maybe then you'll see the truth (awwwwww)
But until then I gotta do what I do and stay a crooked nigga too
It's all up to you
But until then I gotta do what I do and stay a crooked nigga too
And maybe then you'll see the truth (awwwwww) Oooh!
You can't fuck with the crew, a crooked nigga too

Ray Davies

Memories/Nostalgia

Clothing/Apparel

Money

Rock

Pop

1970

No Lyrics

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

Betty Hall

Love

Time

Money

Jazz

R&B/Soul

1949

LYRICS NOT AVAILABLE

Gus Kahn

Raymond B Egan

Richard Whiting

Happiness

Time

Money

Jazz

Easy Listening

1957

Bill collectors gather
'Round and rather
Haunt the cottage next door
Men the grocer and butcher sent
Men who call for the rent
But with in a happy chappy
And his bride of only a year
Seem to be so cheerful
Here's an earful
Of the chatter you hear

Just to make their trouble nearly double
Something happen'd last night
To their chimney a gray bird came
Mister Stork is his name
And I'll bet two pins
A pair of twins
Just happen'd in with the bird
Still they're very gay and merry
Just at dawning I heard

Every morning
Every evening
Ain't we got fun
Not much money
Oh but honey
Ain't we got fun
The rent's unpaid dear
We haven't a bus
But smiles were made dear
For people like us
In the winter in the Summer
Don't we have fun
Times are bum and getting bummer
Still we have fun
There's nothing surer
The rich get rich and the poor get children
In the meantime
In the between time
Ain't we got fun.

Every morning
Every evening
Don't we have fun
Twins and cares dear come in pairs dear
Don't we have fun
We've only started
As mommer and pop
Are we downhearted
I'll say that we're not
Landlords mad and getting madder
Ain't we got fun
Times are so bad and getting badder
Still we have fun
There's nothing surer
The rich get rich and the poor get laid off
In the meantime
In between time
Ain't we got fun.

Stephen Schwartz

Food and Drink

Colours

Time

Money

Animals

Showtunes

1971

When you feel sad, or under a curseYour life is bad, your prospects are worseYour wife is sighing, crying,And your olive tree is dying,Temples are graying, and teeth are decayingAnd creditors weighing your purse...Your mood and your robeAre both a deep blueYou'd bet that JobHad nothin' on you...Don't forget that when you get toHeaven you'll be blessed..Yes, it's all for the best...Some men are born to live at ease, doing what they please,Richer than the bees are in honeyNever growing old, never feeling coldPulling pots of gold from thin airThe best in every town, best at shaking downBest at making mountains of moneyThey can't take it with them, but what do they care?They get the center of the meat, cushions on the seatHouses on the street where it's sunny..Summers at the sea, winters warm and freeAll of this and we get the rest...But who is the land for? the sun and the sand for?You guessed! It's all for the best...Don't forget that when you get to Heaven you'll be blessed!Yes, it's all for the.....(all your wrongs will be redressed..)Yes, it's all for the.....(you must never be distressed....)Yes, it's all for the.....(someone's got to be oppressed!)Yes, it's all for the best!!!

Caleb Speir

Estelle Swaray

John Stephens

Josh Lopez

Kanye West

Keith Harris

Kweli Washington

Will Adams

Places

Clothing/Apparel

Money

Love

Hip Hop

R&B/Soul

2007

(Kanye West)
Just another one champion sound
Me and Estelle about to get down
Who the hottest in the world right now.
Just touched down in London town.
Bet they give me a pound.
Tell them put the money in my hand right now.
Tell the promoter we need more seats,
We just sold out all the floor seats

(Chorus-Estelle)
Take me on a trip, I'd like to go some day.
Take me to New York, I'd love to see LA.
I really want to, come kick it with you.
You'll be my American Boy.

He said, Hey Sister.
It's really really nice to meet ya.
I just met this 5 foot 7 guys who's just my type.
I like the way he's speaking, his confidence is peaking.
Don't like his baggy jeans but I'm like what's underneath it.
And no I ain't been to MIA.
I heard that Cali never rains and New York heart awaits. First let's see the west end.
I'll show you to my bredrins.
I'm like this American Boy.
American Boy.

(Chorus)
Take me on a trip, I'd like to go some day
Take me to New York, I'd love to see LA.
I really want to, come kick it with you.
You'll be my American Boy, American Boy.

Will you be my American Boy?
American Boy.

Can we get away this weekend.
Take me to Broadway.
Let's go shopping baby then we'll go to a Cafe.
Let's go on the subway.
Take me to your hood.
I never been to Brooklyn and I'd like to see what's good.
Dress in all your fancy clothes.
Sneakers looking Fresh to Def, I'm lovin' those Shell Toes.
Walkin' that walk.
Talk that slick talk.
I'm likin' this American Boy.
American Boy.

(Chorus)
Take me on a trip, I'd like to go some day.
Take me to New York, I'd love to see LA.
I really want to, come kick it with you.
You'll be my American Boy

Let them know a gwan blud.

(Kanye West)
Who killin em in the UK. Everybody gonna to say you K, reluctantly,
because most of this press don't f@#k wit me.
Estelle once said to me, cool down down don't act a fool now now.
I always act a fool ow ow.
Aint nothing new now now.
He crazy, I know what ya thinkin.
Ribena I know what you're drinkin. Rap singer. Chain Blinger.
Holla at the next chick soon as you're blinkin.
What's you're persona. About this Americana. Brama. Am I shallow cuz all my clothes designer. Dressed smart like a London Bloke. Before he speak his suit bespoke.
And you thought he was cute before.
Look at this P Coat, Tell me he's broke. And I know you ain't into all that.
I heard your lyrics I feel your spirit. But I still talk that cash. Coz a lot wags want to hear it. And I'm feelin like Mike at his Baddest. Like the Pips at they Gladys. And I know they love it. so to hell with all that rubbish

(Estelle)
Would you be my love, my love,
could be mine would you be my love my love, could be mine?
Could you be my love, my love?
Would you be my American Boy? American Boy

(Chorus)
Take me on a trip, I'd like to go some day
Take me to Chicago, San Francisco Bay.
I really want to, come kick it with you.
You'll be my American Boy.
Be my American boy.

Take me on a trip, I'd like to go some day.
Take me to New York, I'd love to see LA.
I really want to, come kick it with you.
You'll be my American Boy, American Boy.

Caleb Speir

Estelle Swaray

John Stephens

Josh Lopez

Kanye West

Keith Harris

Kweli Washington

Will Adams

Love

Places

Clothing/Apparel

Money

Pop

Hip Hop

2008

(Kanye West)
Just another one champion sound
Me and Estelle about to get down
Who the hottest in the world right now.
Just touched down in London town.
Bet they give me a pound.
Tell them put the money in my hand right now.
Tell the promoter we need more seats,
We just sold out all the floor seats

(Chorus-Estelle)
Take me on a trip, I'd like to go some day.
Take me to New York, I'd love to see LA.
I really want to, come kick it with you.
You'll be my American Boy.

He said, Hey Sister.
It's really really nice to meet ya.
I just met this 5 foot 7 guys who's just my type.
I like the way he's speaking, his confidence is peaking.
Don't like his baggy jeans but I'm like what's underneath it.
And no I ain't been to MIA.
I heard that Cali never rains and New York heart awaits. First let's see the west end.
I'll show you to my bredrins.
I'm like this American Boy.
American Boy.

(Chorus)
Take me on a trip, I'd like to go some day
Take me to New York, I'd love to see LA.
I really want to, come kick it with you.
You'll be my American Boy, American Boy.

Will you be my American Boy?
American Boy.

Can we get away this weekend.
Take me to Broadway.
Let's go shopping baby then we'll go to a Cafe.
Let's go on the subway.
Take me to your hood.
I never been to Brooklyn and I'd like to see what's good.
Dress in all your fancy clothes.
Sneakers looking Fresh to Def, I'm lovin' those Shell Toes.
Walkin' that walk.
Talk that slick talk.
I'm likin' this American Boy.
American Boy.

(Chorus)
Take me on a trip, I'd like to go some day.
Take me to New York, I'd love to see LA.
I really want to, come kick it with you.
You'll be my American Boy

Let them know a gwan blud.

(Kanye West)
Who killin em in the UK. Everybody gonna to say you K, reluctantly,
because most of this press don't f@#k wit me.
Estelle once said to me, cool down down don't act a fool now now.
I always act a fool ow ow.
Aint nothing new now now.
He crazy, I know what ya thinkin.
Ribena I know what you're drinkin. Rap singer. Chain Blinger.
Holla at the next chick soon as you're blinkin.
What's you're persona. About this Americana. Brama. Am I shallow cuz all my clothes designer. Dressed smart like a London Bloke. Before he speak his suit bespoke.
And you thought he was cute before.
Look at this P Coat, Tell me he's broke. And I know you ain't into all that.
I heard your lyrics I feel your spirit. But I still talk that cash. Coz a lot wags want to hear it. And I'm feelin like Mike at his Baddest. Like the Pips at they Gladys. And I know they love it. so to hell with all that rubbish

(Estelle)
Would you be my love, my love,
could be mine would you be my love my love, could be mine?
Could you be my love, my love?
Would you be my American Boy? American Boy

(Chorus)
Take me on a trip, I'd like to go some day
Take me to Chicago, San Francisco Bay.
I really want to, come kick it with you.
You'll be my American Boy.
Be my American boy.

Take me on a trip, I'd like to go some day.
Take me to New York, I'd love to see LA.
I really want to, come kick it with you.
You'll be my American Boy, American Boy.

Noel Scott Engel

Baby/Children

Time

Money

Pop

1966

Silence
To hear once more
Her footsteps
Down a shadowed corridor
Frightened
You're overdue
The darkest day
Goes on until it's blessed by you

Archangel risin' on the moon
Just to save me from this tomb
I'll cry the tears of time all day
'Til she wipes them all away

Outside my window
On silver druppets children play
I stand here waiting
The dying of an ageless day
Dismiss young couples
Who go home to their knowing bed
And watch the rooftops
Where silent shadows slowly spread

Sleeping their dreamless sleep
They'll never know
What secrets this room keeps
They'll wait when
I'm born again
The rent's been paid
So hurry
Carry me away

Archangel risin' on the moon
Just to save me from this tomb
I'll cry the tears of time all day
'Til she wipes them all away

Charles Warfield

Clarence Williams

Body

Time

Money

Easy Listening

1957

I've got the blues, I feel so lonely
I'd give the world if I could only
Make you understand
It truly would be grand
I'm gonna telephone my baby
Ask him won't you please come home
Oh, when you gone
I'm worried all day long

Baby, won't you please come home
Baby, won't you please come home
I have tried in vain
Nevermore to call your name
When you left you broke my heart
That will never make us part
Every hour in the day
You will hear me say
Baby, won't you please come home
I mean, baby, won't you please come home

Baby, won't you please come home
'Cause your mama's all alone
I have tried in vain
Nevermore to call your name
When you left you broke my heart
That will never make us part
Landlord's gettin' worse
I gotta move May the first
Baby, won't you please come home
I need money
Baby, won't you please come home

Graham Oliver

Nigel Glockler

Paul Quinn

Peter Byford

Stephen Dawson

Weather

Time

Money

Rock

1985

We've been out in the cold
Trying to get in
We've been ripped off and rolled
Heads in a spin
Nothin can stop us breakin' through
Finding my way back home to you
Standing alone in the fight
You've never been out of our sight
We're back on the streets again
We're back on our feet again
We're out of the night
Into the light
We're back on the streets again
We're back, we're back on
the streets again
We're back, we're back
on our feet again
We were caught in the crossfire
But no one could win
They bled off the power
Our spirit within
Standing our ground
We're digging in
This time 'round
We're gonna win
The banners are flying high
We're reaching for the sky
We're back on the streets again
We're back on our feet again
We're out of the night
Into the light
We're back on the streets again
We're back, we're back on
the streets again
We're back, we're back
on our feet again
We're back, we're back on
the streets again
We're back on the streets again
(Repeat to end)

Dan McCafferty

Darrell Sweet

Manuel Charlton

Peter Agnew

Food and Drink

Love

Time

Money

Blues

Rock

1973

Im a bad, bad, boy
And Im gonna steal your love
Said Im a bad, bad, boy
And Im gonna steal your love
Come take me to your house
Then Im gonna rip you off
Well I made my first kill
With the old town girl
She was the apple of her daddys eye
Well that woman looked up at me
And I said honey well be
Together till the day I die
But I lied
Im a bad, bad, boy
And Im gonna steal your love
Im a bad, bad, boy
And Im gonna steal your love
Come take me to your house
Then Im gonna rip you off
There seems to be no end
Of women who are lookin for a man
My services dont come cheap
But I help out when I can
Tell them lies that they wanna hear
Andi really lead em on
Spend all of their money
And Im long, gone
Im a bad, bad, boy
And Im gonna steal your love
Im a bad, bad, boy
And Im gonna steal your love
Come take me to your house
Then Im gonna rip you off

Ive got tastes for fast cars
I dont wanna settle down
The good life sure come s easily
With all the mugs around
The women they just come to me
I dont have to look around
I move into their homes with them
Then I move on
Im a bad, bad, boy
And Im gonna steal your love
Im a bad, bad, boy
Im gonna steal your love
Come take me to your house
Then Im gonna rip you off
Im a bad, bad, bad, bad, bad,bad, bad, bad, bad,bad,bad, bad, boy
Im bad, Im bad, Im bad, Im such a, such a bad, bad boy
Im gonna rip you off
Just take control of your mind
Im a bad, bad, boy
Im gonna steal your love
Im a bad, bad, boy
Im gonna steal your love
Im gonna rip you off
Just take control of the time
Im a bad, bad,bad,bad,bad
You know Im a bad boy
Im so bad.....

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.

Ray Davies

Names

Food and Drink

Country/Nature

Places

Colours

Money

Rock

2003

She was sick and tired of country life.
A little country home,
A little country folk,
Made her blood run cold.
Now her mother pines her heart away,
Looking for her child in the big black smoke,
In the big black smoke.

Frailest, purest girl the world has seen,
According to her Ma, according to her Pa,
And everybody said,
That she knew no sin and did no wrong,
Till she walked the streets of the big black smoke,
Of the big black smoke.

Well, she slept in caffs and coffee bars and bowling alleys,
And every penny she had
Was spent on purple hearts and cigarettes.

She took all her pretty coloured clothes,
And ran away from home
And the boy next door,
For a boy named Joe.
And he took her money for the rent
And tried to drag her down in the big black smoke,
In the big black smoke.

In the big black smoke.
In the big black smoke.

Ray Davies

Names

Food and Drink

Country/Nature

Colours

Money

Places

Rock

Pop

1966

She was sick and tired of country life.
A little country home,
A little country folk,
Made her blood run cold.
Now her mother pines her heart away,
Looking for her child in the big black smoke,
In the big black smoke.

Frailest, purest girl the world has seen,
According to her Ma, according to her Pa,
And everybody said,
That she knew no sin and did no wrong,
Till she walked the streets of the big black smoke,
Of the big black smoke.

Well, she slept in caffs and coffee bars and bowling alleys,
And every penny she had
Was spent on purple hearts and cigarettes.

She took all her pretty coloured clothes,
And ran away from home
And the boy next door,
For a boy named Joe.
And he took her money for the rent
And tried to drag her down in the big black smoke,
In the big black smoke.

In the big black smoke.
In the big black smoke.

Billie Holiday

Food and Drink

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Jazz

1944

Lord I love my man, tell the world I do
I love my man, tell the world I do
But when he mistreats me
Makes me feel so blue

My man wouldn't give me no breakfast
Wouldn't give me no dinner
Fought about my supper and put me outdoors
Had the dark clay make black
spots on my clothes
I didn't have so many
But I had a long, long way to go

Some men like me talkin' happy
Some calls it snappy
Some call me honey
Others think I got money
Some tell me baby you're built for speed
Now if you put that all together
Makes me everthing a good man needs