Boney Fingers
Composer(s): Renee Armand; Hoyt Axton
Performer(s): Hoyt Axton



See the rain comin' down and the roof won't hold 'er
Lost my job and I feel a little older
Car won't run and our love's grown colder
But maybe things'll get a little better, in the mornin'
Maybe things'll get a little better

Oh! the clothes need washin' and the fire won't start
Kids all cryin' and you're breakin' my heart
Whole darn place is fallin' apart
Maybe things'll get a little better, in the mornin'
Maybe things'll get a little better

Work your fingers to the bone - whadda ya get?
(Whoo-whoo) Boney Fingers - Boney Fingers

Yea! I've been broke as long as I remember
Get a little money and I gotta run and spend 'er
When I try to save it, pretty woman come and take it
Sayin' maybe things'll get a little better, in the mornin'
Maybe things'll get a little better

Work your fingers to the bone - whadda ya get?
(Whoo-whoo) Boney Fingers - Boney Fingers

Yea! the grass won't grow and the sun's too hot
The whole darn world is goin' to pot
Might as well like it 'cause you're all that I've got
But, maybe things'll get a little better, in the mornin'
Maybe things'll get a little better

Work your fingers to the bone - whadda ya get?
(Whoo-whoo) Boney Fingers - Boney Fingers

The Painted Child
((French Version: L'Enfant Maquillé (by Charles Aznavour))
Composer(s): Charles Aznavour
Performer(s): Charles Aznavour



I am the painted child, the maker of confusion
With rainbows in my hair and magic on my face
A phantom of the street, an optical illusion
Who hears a different beat, who runs a different race

I am the painted child, I am the mischief maker
The beggar at the feast, the fiddler at the ball
I know the words of songs, I am the Sabbath breaker
The caller in the night, the writing on the wall

The name on the wall...is me
The cry in the dark…is me
The mark of the child…I sign
The name on the wall

I am the painted child, the child who is a stranger
And those who once came near now turn and walk away
And everywhere is fear and everywhere is danger
These are the masks we wear, these are the parts we play

I am the painted child, the crier and the chorus
I strike upon the drum for funerals and games
And others there have come in centuries before us
To fill the world with noise and dance among the flames

The name on the wall...is me
The cry in the dark…is me
The mark of the child…I sign
The name on the wall

I am the painted child, the clown and the protester
A creature of the time and seldom what I seem
And call me what you will, a renegade or jester
But still I chill your heart, and still I haunt your dream

I’ll sing beside your grave, half-minstrel and half-mourner
I’ll sing of years gone by and bridges never crossed
I am the painted child who stands on any corner
I am the child you loved, I am the child you lost

The name on the wall…is mine
Look in to my face and see
The strange painted child
Is me

Bone Against Steel
Composer(s): Max Carl
Performer(s): .38 Special



Rollin' out to Vegas
On an eastbound outta L.A.
I met a roughneck man who hailed from Alabama
His eyes had a lot to say
And his name was Rufus Champion
They call that train the desert wind
And it blew like a mutha that day
Thru the Joshua Trees
We were battin' the breeze
About our rock'n roll heros
Dead or alive

Chorus:
Out across that night did we sail
Bone against steel against the rail
Boats against the stream
Cutting against the grain
Kept on rollin'
Bone against steel
As the moon rose in the window
Rufus began his tale
About an oil rig near the gulf coast
Puttin' man against metal
In a classic work-place accident
He told how the drill commenced to shakin'

The platform started to rock
The chain began breaking
They were straight out of luck
And then the sky kinda lite up
Just like a lightnin' bolt had struck

Chorus:
Workmen's compensation don't compensate for much
With the doctors and lawyers and the IRS and such
You can break up the bone
But the spirit just won't bust
When is bone against steel
With casino lights up a shimmering
We made that Vegas stop
And we laughed away our blues
Now here's the good news
Rufus walks off heels a kickin'
With his baby right by his side
And as they waltzed on out of view
We were back up to speed
And clean outta sight

Chorus (2x)

Bonaparte's Retreat
Composer(s): Pee Wee King; Redd Stewart
Performer(s): Kay Starr
and various other artists



Met the man I love
In a town way down in Dixie
`Neath the stars above
He was the sweetest man you ever did see

When he held me in his arms and
Told me of my many charms he
Kissed me while the fiddles played
The Bonaparte's Retreat

All the world was bright
When he held me on that night
And I heard him say
Please don't ever go away

When he held me in his arms and
Told me of my many charms he
Kissed me while the fiddles played
The Bonaparte's Retreat

When he held me in his arms and
Told me of my many charms he
Kissed me while the fiddles played
The Bonaparte's Retreat

All the world was bright
When he held me on that night
And I heard him say
Please don't 'cha go away

He's gone, and I'll admit I knew that
I had met my Waterloo I
Knew that he would say "Adieu"
With Bonaparte's Retreat

Goodbye little boy
Goodbye little joy
Goodbye little boy
So long little joy
Goodbye little

Bonanza Theme Song
Composer(s): Jay Livingston; Ray Evans
Performer(s): Lorne Greene;
Dan Blocker; Michael Landon



We chased lady luck, til we finally struck 

Bonanza 

With a gun and a rope and a hat full of hope
We planted our family tree
We got a hold of a pot full of gold

Bonanza

With a horse and a saddle
and a ring full of cattle
How rich can a fellow be?
On this land we put our brand
Cartwright is the name
Fortune smiled
the day we filed the Ponderosa claim
Here in the west
we're livin' in the best

Bonanza

If anyone fights anyone of us
He's got a fight with me

Bonanza

Hoss and Joe and Adam know every rock and pine
No one works fights, or eats, Like those boys of mine
Here we stand in the middle of a grand 

Bonanza

With a gun and a rope and a hatful of hope
We planted our family tree
We got a hold of a potful of gold

Bonanza

With a houseful of friends where the rainbow ends
How rich can a fellow be?
On this land we put our brand Cartwright is the name
Fortune smiled, the day we filed the Ponderosa claim
Here in the west we're living in the best 

Bonanza

With the friendliest, fightingist, lovingist band
That ever set foot in the promised land
And we're happier than them all
That's why we call it 

Bonanza...Bonanza.. Bonanza..

Bonanza
Composer(s): Jay Livingston; Ray Evans
Performer(s): Johnny Cash



The plain we hold is as good as gold, bonanza 
Hand in hand we built this land, the Ponderosa ranch 
Our birthright is this Cartwright bonanza 
We help along and standing strong, wrong ain't got a chance 

Chorus: 
Day by day, work or play 
Ready, side by side 
Hello friend, come on in 
The gate is open wide 
Proud to be a fighting free bonanza 
Singing pines of boundary lines for the Ponderosa ranch 

Every tree and flower is part of our bonanza 
Stars at night, morning light, water in the branch 
We ride along, four men strong together 
Every plain and ridge is our heritage, Ponderosa ranch 

Chorus

Bon Voyage
Composer(s): Tim Finn
Performer(s): Split Enz



Please don't forget me, bon voyage
I remember days of summer in your arms
Lonely and weary, bon voyage
All too brief an introduction to love's charms
And all that I give you, is brighter than the stars above
And it makes no difference what was said, we were in love

Bon Voyage, lady fare thee well
It's impossible to say when I'll see you
But you never can tell
Bon voyage, bon voyage

We were connected, side by side
It was only for a few years, but what a ride
Both of us crazy, but we came
To a secret understanding all the same

And all that I wish you
Is brighter than the stars above
And it makes no difference what people think
When we're in love

Bon voyage, lady guillotine
I was glad to lose my head
But I didn't expect to lose my heart as well
Bon voyage, bon voyage

...Bon Voyage...Bon Voyage...

Lend Me Your Comb
Composer(s): Ben Weisman - Fred Wise - Kay Twomey
Performer(s): Carl Perkins - 1957
Covered by multiple other artists



Lend me your comb 
it's time to go home
I got to go past
my hair is a mess 

Your mammy will scold
your pappy will shout
Unless we come in 
the way we went out

Kissing you was fun honey 
but thanks for the date
But I must come to run honey 
but you know baby it's getting late

Just wait till I say
my darling
lend me your comb
We got to go home 

Kissing you was fun honey 
but thanks for the date
But I must come to run, honey
but sugar, it's getting late

Just wait till I say 
my darling
lend me your comb
We got to go home

Lend A Helpin' Hand
Composer(s): Allen Collins - Ronnie Van Zant - Gary Rossington
Performer(s): Lynyrd Skynyrd; The Farmer Boys



Oh 
Now when you think the time's are tough 
Take a look around 
'Cause babies are dying from disease 
Sleeping out on the ground
People never seen the tortured eyes
From a foreign land 
No 
When you see somebody who's down and out 
Lend a helpin' hand 
lend a helpin' hand 
If you can 
Lend a helpin' hand
Do it if you can

Oh 
Every time you feed your face 
Do you bow your head 
Hunger kills each and every day 
Won't you share your bread 
If you've ever felt the pain inside 
I know you'd understand 
When you see somebody who's down and out 
Lend a helpin' hand 
You better, lend a helpin' hand 
If you can
Lend a helpin' hand 
Do it if you can

Oh 
Every time you feed that face 
Do you look around
For somebody right in your own neighborhood 
Sleepin out on the ground 
If you've ever felt the pain inside 
I know you'd understand 
When you see somebody who's down and out
Lend a helpin' hand
Why don't you, lend a helpin' hand 
If you can 
Lend a helpin' hand 
Won't you please lend a helpin' hand

Lemon Twist
Composer(s): Bobby Troup
Performer(s): Bobby Troup
and multiple other artists



Here is a word to the wise
The top dieticians in town insist
The best source of vitamin C there can be
Is a lemon twist

Even a sceptic replies
That here's a suggestion you can't resist
A cool drink with ice is improved
With some slices of lemon twist

It isn't merely circumstancial evidence
That the lemon is a highly healthful citrus fruit
The most respected scientists agree with the physiologists
That here's one fact you can't dispute

Why don't you open your eyes
Your psychosomatic ills won't persist
If quick like a rabbit
You latch to the habit of lemon twist

Here is a word to the wise
The top dieticians in town insist
The best source of vitamin C there can be
Is a lemon twist

Even a sceptic replies
That here's a suggestion you can't resist, no
A cool drink with ice is improved
With some slices of lemon twist

Oh, it isn't merely circumstancial evidence
That the lemon is a highly healthful citrus fruit
The most respected scientists agree with the physiologists
That here's one fact you can't dispute

Why don't you open your eyes
Your psychosomatic ills won't persist, here we go
If quick like a rabbit
You latch to the habit of lemon twist

Bomb Day In Paris
Composer(s): Wayne Kramer
Performer(s): Wayne Kramer



On the subway platform
Near the trash can
Arm fragments point out
A fine spray
On the token booth
It's bomb day in Paris

I'ts bomb day in Sri Lanka
Two bombs kill 50
Train interior littered
With blood and papers

Bomb day in New York
Smoke faced workers
Outraged FBI officials
What if they
Really had knocked down
The world trade center?

But it didn't turn out the way
They planned
Never does
Bomb day in Atlanta
What a surprise
Blowing the image
Of a peace loving society
Noooo, this is not Belfast
Noooo, this is Oklahoma City

This mayhem ain't just nut cases
With a knack for making fertilizer blow up
Bombs have always been part of the deal in America
And the rockets red glare
The bombs bursting in air
The Bronx bombers
The brown bomber
The 50-yard bomb

Phillis schlafly says, the
Atomic bomb is a marvelous gift
From a wise god
26,000 in the world today
America has the most
Hot doggie

Soooo, why wouldn't this
Index of violence
Show up in Atlanta?
Or Leeds? or Paris?

Extremists
Fundamentalists
Only do around the corner
What governments do around the planet
Bomb loving leaders get
Bomb loving citizens

O say can you see?
It's bomb day in Paris

Lemon Tree
((Dutch Version: De Rozenstruik (Luc Steeno) - 2002))
Composer(s): Will Holt
First recording/First release by: Will Holt & Dolly Jonah - 1960/1961
Covered by multiple other artists



When I was just a lad of ten, my father said to me
"Come here and take a lesson from the lovely lemon tree"
"Don't put your faith in love, my boy," my father said to me
"I fear you'll find that love is like the lovely lemon tree"

Lemon tree, very pretty, and the lemon flower is sweet
But the fruit of the lemon is impossible to eat
Lemon tree, very pretty, and the lemon flower is sweet
But the fruit of the lemon is impossible to eat

One day beneath the lemon tree, my love and I did lie
A girl so sweet that when she smiled, the stars rose in the sky
We passed that summer lost in love, beneath the lemon tree
The music of her laughter hid my father's words from me

Lemon tree, very pretty, and the lemon flower is sweet
But the fruit of the lemon is impossible to eat
Lemon tree, very pretty, and the lemon flower is sweet
But the fruit of the lemon is impossible to eat

One day she left without a word, she took away the sun
And in the dark she left behind, I knew what she had done
She left me for another, it's a common tale but true
A sadder man, but wiser now, I sing these words to you

Lemon tree, very pretty, and the lemon flower is sweet
But the fruit of the lemon is impossible to eat
Lemon tree, very pretty, and the lemon flower is sweet
But the fruit of the lemon is impossible to eat

I Am Trying to Believe ((aka Lemon Incest (by Mick Harvey) - 1995))
((Adapted from: 
Étude No. 3 En Mi Majeur (by Fryderyk Chopin) - 1832); Lemon Incest (by Serge Gainsbourg & Charlotte Gainsbourg) - 1984))
Composer(s): Fryderyk Chopin - Serge Gainsbourg - Helmut Lotti
Performer(s): Helmut Lotti - 1996



I´m trying to believe you´re still in love
I´m trying to think you´re happy cause
you´re mine but I´m not sure

Tell me why my love is never reaching you
Tell me, what in the world did I do?

I´m trying to believe you know the way
to mend our hearts and make the feeling stay
but I´m afraid


Promise you will leave me never
Hold me in your heart forever
Give your love the way I gave you mine
I beg you please
I´m on bended knees
Love me for my heart will freeze

I´m trying to believe you know the way
to mend our hearts and make the feeling stay
but I´m afraid
Promise you will leave me never
Hold me in your heart forever
Give your love the way I gave you mine
oh darling please
oh my darling please
I´m on bended knees
put my mind at ease
for my heart will freeze 

Boll Weevil 
Composer(s): Eddie Cochran; Jerry Capehart
Performer(s): Eddie Cochran



(Wah-hoo)
Well the boll weevil and the little black bug
Come from a-Mexico they say
Came all the way to Texas
Just a-lookin' for a place to stay
Just a-lookin' for a home, just a-lookin' for a home
(Doo-doo-wop-wop)
Well the first time that I seen the boll weevil
He was a-sittin' on the square
Well the next time that I seen him
He had his a-family there
Just a-lookin' for a home, just a-lookin' for a home
(Doo-doo-wop-wop)
Well the farmer took the boll weevil
And he put him on the red hot sand
Well the weevil said this is a-mighty hot
But I take it like a man
This will be my home, this will be my home

Well the farmer took the boll weevil
And he put him on a keg of ice
Well the weevil said to the farmer
This is mighty cool and nice
This will be my home, this will be my home
(Doo-doo-wop-wop)
Well if anybody should ask you
Who it was who sang this song
Say a guitar picker from a-Oklahoma city
With a pair of blue jeans on
Just a-lookin' for a home, just a-lookin' for a home
(Doo-doo-wop-wop)

Bold Marauder
Composer(s): Richard Fariña; Mimi Fariña
Originally performed by: Richard & Mimi Fariña
Covered by various other artists



It’s hi, ho, hey
I am the bold marauder
And hi, ho, hey
I am the white destroyer

For I will bring you silver and gold
And I will bring you treasure
And I will bring a widowing flag
And I will be your lover
And I will show you grotto and cave
And sacrificial altar
And I will show you blood on the stone
And I will be your mentor

And night will be our darling
And fear will be our name

It’s hi, ho, hey
I am the bold marauder
And hi, ho, hey
I am the white destroyer

For I will take you out by the hand
And lead you to the hunter
And I will show you thunder and steel
And I will be your teacher
And we will dress in helmet and sword
And dip our tongues in slaughter
And we will sing a warrior’s song
And lift the praise of murder

And Christ will be our darling
And fear will be our name

It’s hi, ho, hey
I am the bold marauder
And hi, ho, hey
I am the white destroyer

For I will sour the winds on high
And I will soil the river
And I will burn the grain in the field
And I will be your mother
And I will go to ravage and kill
And I will go to plunder
And I will take a fury to wife
And I will be your father

And death will be our darling
And fear will be our name

Bold As Love
Composer(s): Jimi Hendrix
Originally performed by: The Jimi Hendrix Experience
Covered by various other artists



Anger, he smiles
towering in shiny metallic purple armour
Queen Jealousy, envy waits behind him
Her fiery green gown sneers at the grassy ground

Blue are the life-giving waters taken for granted
They quietly understand
Once happy turquoise armies lay opposite ready
But wonder why the fight is on
But they're all bold as love, yeah, they're all bold as love
Yeah, they're all bold as love
Just ask the axis

My red is so confident that he flashes trophies of war
and ribbons of euphoria
Orange is young, full of daring
But very unsteady for the first go round
My yellow in this case is not so mellow
In fact I'm trying to say it's frigthened like me
And all these emotions of mine keep holding me from, eh
Giving my life to a rainbow like you
But, I'm bold as love, yeah, I'm bold as love
Yeah, yeah
Well I'm bold, bold as love (hear me talking, girl)
I'm bold as love
Just ask the axis (he knows everything)
Yeah
yeah
yeah!

Bo-La-Bo
Composer(s): George Fairman



Bo-la-bo, Bo-la-Bo
Oh, my heart is beating fast
Far across the desert sand you come to claim my love at last!
'Neath the palm trees my soul is waking
for dawn is breaking, and night is past! 
Oh

Bo-la-Bo, Bo-la-Bo, I have waited long for you
After weary days we'll meet again, 'Neath Egypt's skies so blue
Many long days have I been yearning for your returning
my love so true! 
Oh

Bo-la-Bo, Bo-la-Bo, carry me to Cairo
Where oriental breezes blow
On our way, day by day, let us drift awhile
down the dreamy Nile, Bo-la-Bo!

Bojangles Of Harlem
Composer(s): Jerome Kern; Dorothy Fields
Performer(s): Fred Astaire
and various other artists



Ask anyone up Harlem way
Who that guy Bojangles is
They may not know who's president
But ask 'em who Bojangles is

He's in the most entrancin' business
It's what they call the "dancin' business"
When there's a beat
Up on the street
Brother, you go and bet all your dough!
Sister, you know!
That ain't no one but Bo!

Oh! Bojangles of Harlem
You dance such hot stuff!
Young folks love you in Harlem
They say you've got stuff!
Tough guys rumba out of poolrooms
And kids start "truckin'" out of schoolrooms!

Oh! Bojangles of Harlem!
The whole town's at your heels!
Leaving their flats
Missing their meals!
Running like rats
Going astray
Throw those long legs away!

Boiled Beef And Carrots
Performer(s): Harry Champion



Boiled beef and carrots
Boiled beef and carrots
That's the stuff for your "Derby Kel"
It makes you fit and keeps you well
Don't live like vegetarians
On food they give to parrots
From morn till night, blow out your kite
On boiled beef and carrots!

Leicester Square Rag  
Composer(s): Harry Roy
Performer(s): Harry Roy & His Band
and multiple other artists



Should you have the grace to go dancing and if you want somewhere to go
Leicester Square’s the place for romancing so come along now to the show
Take a tube, a bus or a taxi and you will find time will not drag
Follow the crowd along, join in the merry throng 
When they do the Leicester Square Rag

Everybody’s doing it, soon you’ll be doing it, you’ll say it’s grand
Bring along your dancing shoes, soon you’ll forget the blues, follow the band
You will find the rhythm entrancing, so hurry up, don’t ever lag
See all the people there, couples are everywhere
Doing the Leicester Square Rag

Now’s the time, is everybody ready? Come and do the Leicester Square Rag

Come on along now, where the lights are all bright
Come on along now, it’s a wonderful sight
Come on along now, take a step to the right
Sing pom-tiddley-om-pom, pom-pom
You sure to make it when you hear the refrain
 If you cannot make it, you will soon ascertain
And once you got it, you wanna do it again
Sing pom-tiddley-om-pom, pom-pom

Everybody’s doing it, soon you’ll be doing it, you’ll say it’s grand
Bring along your dancing shoes, soon you’ll forget the blues, follow the band
You will find the rhythm entrancing, so hurry up, don’t ever lag

Follow the crowd, join in the merry throng
When they do the Leicester Square Rag

The latest rag is all the talk of London Town and old New York
In Paris, too, it’s all the rage, on boulevards and every stage
In old Brazil, the rumba queens are changing styles 
And now it seems they wanna learn the newest phase
This very latest rag, the London craze
Now’s the time to go, come on don’t be slow, take your partners round

Everybody’s doing it, soon you’ll be doing it, you’ll say it’s grand
Bring along your dancing shoes, soon you’ll forget the blues, follow the band
You will find the rhythm entrancing, so hurry up, don’t ever lag

Follow the crowd along, join in the merry throng
When they do the Leicester Square Rag

Now’s the time  
Is everybody ready?
Come and do the Leicester Square Rag
Come and do the Leicester Square Rag