Bobby Sox To Stockings
Composer(s): Dennis Di Cicco; Russ Faith; Clarence Kehner
Performer(s): Frankie Avalon; Boris Gardiner



When a girl changes from bobby sox to stockings
And she starts trading her baby toys for boys
When that once-shy little sleepyhead
Learns about love and its lilt
You can bet that the change
Is more than from cotton to silk

If a miss wants to be kissed instead of cuddled
And to this you are in doubt as what to say
When a girl changes from bobby sox to stockings
Then she's old enough to give her heart away

When a girl changes from bobby sox to stockings
And she starts trading her baby toys for boys
When that once-shy little sleepyhead
Learns about love and its lilt
You can bet that the change
Is more than from cotton to silk

If a miss wants to be kissed instead of cuddled
And to this you are in doubt as what to say
When a girl changes from bobby sox to stockings
Then she's old enough to give her heart away

Yes, she's old enough to give her heart away

Bobby Brown
Composer(s): Frank Zappa
Performer(s): Frank Zappa; Mantra



Hey there, people, I'm Bobby Brown
They say I'm the cutest boy in town
My car is fast, my teeth is shiney
I tell all the girls they can kiss my heinie
Here I am at a famous school
I'm dressin' sharp 'n' I'm
Actin' cool

I got a cheerleader here wants to help with my paper
Let her do all the work 'n' maybe later I'll rape her
Oh God I am the American dream
I do not think I'm too extreme
An' I'm a handsome sonofabitch
I'm gonna get a job 'n' be real rich

Women's Liberation
Came creepin' across the nation
I tell you people, I was not ready
When I f*... this dyke by the name of Freddie
She made a little speech then,
Aw, she tried to make me say when
She had my balls in a vice, but she left the dick
I guess it's still hooked on, but now it shoots too quick

Oh God I am the American dream,
But now I smell like Vaseline
An' I'm a miserable sonofabitch
Am I a boy or lady...I don't know which

So I went out 'n' bought me a leisure suit
I jingle my change, but I still kinda cute
Got a job doin' radio promo
An' none of the jocks can even tell I'm a homo
Eventually me 'n' friend
Sorta drifted along into S&M
I can take about an hour on the tower of power
'Long as I gets a little golden shower

Oh God I am the American dream
With a spindle up my butt till it makes me scream
An' I'll do anything to get ahead
I lay awake nights sayin'; "Thank you, Fred!"
Oh God, Oh God, I'm so fantastic!
Thanks to Freddie, I'm a sexual spastic
And my name is Bobby Brown
Watch me now; I'm goin' down
And my name is Bobby Brown
Watch me now; I'm goin' down

Bobby
Composer(s): Davis; Porter
Performer(s): Neil Scott



(Oh, Bobby, oh-oh, Bobby)
(Come back to me)

A lonely teenage girl was in the hospital
She lay there unconscious in her bed
The doctors had done all they could
Now they could only wait
She tossed and turned, but all she ever said

(Oh-oh-oh) was "Bobby (Bobby)
Oh-oh, Bobby ("Where are you, darling?")
Oh, Bobby, come back to me

The doctors said she seemed to lack the will to live
They said the boy called Bobby must be found
But what the doctors didn't know
Is they had had a fight
Till someone told them Bobby had left town

The doctors felt that there was little hope for her
But true love had never really died
And suddenly when all seemed lost
Every prayer came true
'Cause there was Bobby kneeling by her side

Oh-oh-oh, Bobby ("I'm here darling")
(Oh-oh, Bobby) ("I'll never leave you again")
Oh, Bobby, come back to me

(Oh, babe, oh-oh-oh, Bobby)
Come back to me
Bobby, Bobby, Bobby, Bobby, Bobby ......)

Bob Wills Is Still The King
Composer(s): Waylon Jennings
Performer(s): Waylon Jennings; Clint Black



Well the honky-tonks in Texas were my natural second home
Where you tip your hats to the ladies and the rose of San Antone
I grew up on music that we called western swing
It don't matter who's in Austin, Bob Wills is still the king

Lord I can still remember, the way things were back then
In spite of all the hard times, I'd live it all again
To hear the Texas playboys and Tommy Duncan sing
Makes me proud to be from Texas where Bob Wills is still the king

You can hear the Grand Ol' Opry in Nashville Tennessee
It's the home of country music, on that we all agree
But when you cross that ol' Red River hoss that just don't mean a thing
'Cause once you're down in Texas, Bob Wills is still the king

Well if you ain't never been there then I guess you ain't been told
That you just can't live in Texas unless you got a lot of soul
It's the home of Willie Nelson, the home of western swing
He'll be the first to tell you, Bob Wills is still the king

The Lockman
((Adapted from: L'éclusier (by Jacques Brel) - 1968))
((Dutch Version: De Sluiswacht (by Luc De Vos - 1998))
Composer(s): Jacques Brel - Paul Francis Buck
Performer(s): Marc Almond - 1989



The bargemen see
Me growing old
I see the bargemen
Aging too
We play the game
Of Tom Fools
Where the one
Who still is oldest
In my work
Even in summer
He must travel
WIth eyes clossed
It's not nothing
Being a lockman
The barge men know
My bloated face
They joke with me
That's there mistake
Half sorcerer
Half drunkard
I cast a spell
On all that sings
In my work
In autumn
We gather fruit
And the drowned
It's not nothing
Being a lockman

In his basket
A baby squirms
To watch the fly
On his nose
Mama moans
And time frets
Cabbage sweats
And fires groan
In my work
In winter
We think of the father
Who drowned himself
It's not nothing
Being a lockman
Towards the spring
The barge women
Feign and gloat
From their boat
I'd like their games
But for that war
That he leaves me
Somewhat damaged
In my work
In the spring
One takes the time
To drown self

Bob White (Whatcha Gonna Swing Tonight?)
Composer(s): Johnny Mercer; Bernie Hanighen
Performer(s): Benny Goodman
and various other artists



I was talkin' to the whippoorwill
He says you got a corny trill
Bob White! Whatcha gonna swing tonight?
I was talkin' to the mocking bird
He says you are the worst he's heard
Bob White! Whatcha gonna swing tonight?

Even the owl-tells me you're foul
Singin' those lullaby notes
Don't be a bring down 
If you can swing down
Gimme those high notes

There's a lotta talk about you, Bob
and they're sayin' you're "off the cob"
Fake it, Mister B
Take it, follow me, Bob white
We're gonna break it up tonight

Bob Dylan Blues
Composer(s): Syd Barrett
Performer(s): Syd Barrett



Got the Bob Dylan blues 
And the Bob Dylan Shoes 
And my clothes and my hair’s in a mess 
But you know I just couldn’t care less 

Goin’ to write me a song 
Bout’ what’s right and what’s wrong 
Bout’ god and my god and all that 
Quiet while I make like a cat 

Chorus: 
'Cause I’m a poet 
Don’t ya know it 
And the wind, you can blow it 
'Cause I’m Mr. Dylan, the king 
And I’m free as a bird on the wing 

Roam from town to town 
Guess I get people down 
But I don’t care too much about that 
'Cause my gut and my wallet are fat 

Make a whole lotta dough 
But I deserve it though 
I’ve got soul and a good heart of gold 
So I’ll sing about war in the cold 

Chorus

Well I sing about dreams 
And I rhymes it with seams 
'Cause it seems that my dream always means 
That I can prophesy all kinds of things 

Well the guy that digs me 
Should try hard to see 
That he buys all my discs and a hat 
And when I’m in town go see that 

Chorus

Boats To Build
Composer(s): Guy Clark; Verlon Thompson
Performer(s): Guy Clark
and various other artists



It's time for a change
I'm tired of that same ol same
The same ol words the same ol lines
The same ol tricks and the same ol rhymes

Days precious days
Roll in and out like waves
I got boards to bend I got planks to nail
I got charts to make I got seas to sail

Chorus

I'm gonna build me a boat
With these two hands
It'll be a fair curve
From a noble plan
Let the chips fall where they will
Cause I've got boats to build

Sails are just like wings
The wind can make em sing
Songs of life songs of hope
Songs to keep your dreams afloat

Chorus

Shores distant shores
There's where I'm headed for
Got the stars to guide my way
Sail into the light of day

Chorus

Boatman
Performer(s): Roger McGuinn



Boatman sing boatman dance
Boatman love Miss Mary Ann
Dance boatman dance
Dance boatman dance
Dance all night 'til the broad daylight
Go home with the gals in the morning
Hey ho boatman row sailing down the river on the Ohio
Hey ho boatman row sailing down the river on the Ohio
Hey ho boatman row sailing down the river on the Ohio
Hey ho boatman row sailing down the river on the Ohio
Boatman dance boatman sing
Boatman do most anything
Dance boatman dance
Dance boatman dance
Dance all night 'til the broad daylight
Go home with the gals in the morning
Hey ho boatman row sailing down the river on the Ohio
Hey ho boatman row sailing down the river on the Ohio
Hey ho boatman row sailing down the river on the Ohio
Hey ho boatman row sailing down the river on the Ohio

Boatman
Composer(s): Livingston Taylor; Maggie Taylor
Performer(s):  James Taylor; Livingston Taylor



Hearts were exploding around us 
As we drifted south down the bay 
The gray up above and gray down below 
Left us with nothing to say

So we drifted along in silence
'Til the tickle of life trickled in
And the rhythm began in the hiss of the sand
We were catching fire again

Chorus:
Oh boatman, I am the river
I am the mountain and the sea 
Oh boatman, taker and giver 
Can you deliver me
I would forever run free

Yeah we finally caught up with legends 
We were walking along side by side 
We worked out a plan
To go out hand in hand
But the long trail just wasn't that wide

The water around us was freezing
We just laughed and threw ourselves in
And although we were old
The sting of that cold
Pumped up the feeling, here it is again

Chorus

Oh I'm a message in a bottle 
Drifting along on a deep blue sea 
Waiting for some foreign shore
Ready for something to be

No longer afraid of falling
We cut the strings to the sky 
We found level ground 
And we put ourselves down
Amazing we all didn¹t die

We took each moment as given
By second by second they came
The ice and the sun and the thundering guns
Good God I was finally sane

Chorus

Boat To Sail
Performer(s): The Carpenters



You're up state, up late, and city fed
I'm a California label
From the top of my head
Forever, ah
See a lot of open sky
When the sun goes down
There's a hot, lot of loving when you come
Around, to free me, ah
In a boat to sail, boat to sail, away ah
All those letters mailed from a
Boat to sail, away ah
We are riding in a boat to sail 
Bare foot, coconut and supermild
Jamaica take a look
At your own child
Forget not
Brian Wilson songs are never left behind
Don't you worry baby, you're a friend of mine
For so long
From a boat to sail, boat to sail, away ah
All those letters mailed, from a
Boat to sail, away ah
We are riding in a boat to sail
We are riding in a boat to sail

Swingin' Shepherd Blues
Composer(s): Moe Koffman - Kenny Jacobson - Rhoda Roberts
Performer(s): Ella Fotzgerald
and multiple other artists



Along a mountain pass
There is a patch of grass
Where the swingin' shepherd plays his tune'
His sheep never stray
Dancing all day
Till they see the pale and yellow moon
And then he leads his flock
and homeward they all rock
To the tune of the swingin' shepherd blues

Wail on shepherd
Play those haunting trills
Come home sheopherd
Let it ech through the hills!

Boat On The River
Composer(s): Tommy Shaw
Performer(s): Styx; Jeff Krebs



Take me back to my boat on the river
I need to go down, I need to come down
Take me back to my boat on the river
And I won't cry out any more
Time stands still as I gaze In her waters
She eases me down, touching me gently
With the waters that flow past my boat on the river
So I don't cry out anymore

Oh the river is wide
The river it touches my life like the waves on the sand
And all roads lead to Tranquillity Base
Where the frown on my face disappears
Take me down to my boat on the river
And I won't cry out anymore

Oh the river is deep
The river it touches my life like the waves on the sand
And all roads lead to Tranquillity Base
Where the frown on my face disappears
Take me down to my boat on the river
I need to go down, with you let me go down
Take me back to my boat on the river
And I won't cry out anymore
And I won't cry out anymore
And I won't cry out anymore

Swing Me A Lullaby
Composer(s): Don Raye - Hughie Prince - Tom Waring
Performer(s): Connee Boswell; Louis Prima; Wingy Manone



"Rockabye my baby", my momma sings to me
"In a treetop, going sleepy bye"
But I'd rather have a hot band to rock my cradle
And swing me a lullaby!

"Bye bye baby buddy" is such a silly song
And I know the bogeyman's a lie!
I know a better way to sleep
Than just by countin' sheep
Oh, swing me a lullaby!

"Little fishy in the brook
Poppa catch 'im by the hook"
Puts me to sleep quick enough
But for my lullaby
Give me a "Hi-de-hi!"
and stuff!

Oh, guess my mom will always sing me lullabies
But I wish she'd really learn to try
Instead of "Mighty lak' a rose"
Sing me "Honeysuckle rose"
And swing me a lullaby!

Guess my mom will always sing me lullabies
But I wish she'd really learn to try
Instead of "Mighty lak' a rose"
Sing me "Honeysuckle rose"
And swing
Oh momma, swing me a lullaby!

Boat Drinks
Composer(s): Jimmy Buffett
Performer(s): Jimmy Buffett



Boat drinks 
Boys in the band ordered boat drinks 
Visitors scored on the home rink 
Everything seems to be wrong 

Lately, newspaper mentioned cheap air fare 
I gotta to fly to Saint Somewhere 
I'm close to bodily harm 

Twenty degrees and the hockey game's on 
Nobody cares they are way too far gone 
Screamin' "boat drinks", something to keep 'em all warm 

This mornin', I shot six holes in my freezer 
I think I got cabin fever 
Somebody sound the alarm 

I'd like to go where the pace of life's slow 
Could you beam me somewhere Mr. Scott? 
Any ol' place here on Earth or in space 
You pick the century and I'll pick the spot 

Oh I know, (I know) 
I should be leaving this climate 
I got a verse but can't rhyme it 
I gotta go where it's warm 

Boat drinks 
Waitress I need two more boat drinks 
Then I'm headin' south 'fore my dream shrinks 

I gotta go where it's warm (I gotta go where it's warm) 
I gotta go where it's warm (I gotta go where it's warm) 
I gotta go where it's warm! 

I gotta go where there ain't any snow 
Where there ain't any blow 
'Cause my fin sinks so low 
I gotta go where it's warm

Sweet Affection
Composer(s): Clyde Otis - John Jennings
Performer(s): Sarah Vaughan



Apples love sunshine, cherries love dew
Angels in heaven know I love you
With sweet affection (sweet affection)
Sweet affection (sweet affection)
But don't expect me to hang my broken heart
On a chestnut tree

Once you loves me (sweet affection)
With sweet affection (sweet affection)
Once your thoughts (sweet affection)
Were all of me! (sweet affection)
But now you've gone (sweet affection)
And found another (sweet affection)
And I'm just (sweet affection)
A memory!

Apples love sunshine, cherries love dew
Angels in heaven know I love you
With sweet affection (sweet affection)
Sweet affection (sweet affection)
But don't expect me to hang my broken heart
On a chestnut tree

Gonna send back (sweet affection)
All those letters (sweet affection)
That you wrote (sweet affection)
With a fickle pen! (sweet affection)
And from now on (sweet affection)
We'll act like strangers (sweet affection)
Or at least (sweet affection)
Till we meet again!

Apples love sunshine, cherries love dew
Angels in heaven know I love you
With sweet affection (sweet affection)
Sweet affection (sweet affection)
But don't expect me to hang my broken heart
On a chestnut tree (sweet affection, sweet affection)

Boa Constrictor
Composer(s): Shel Silverstein
Performer(s): Peter, Paul and Mary
and various other artists



I'm being swallowed by a boa constrictor
I'm being swallowed by a boa constrictor
I'm being swallowed by a boa constrictor
And I don't like it very much!

Oh no, oh no, he swallowed my toe
he swallowed my toe
Oh gee, oh gee, he's up to my knee
he's up to my knee
Oh fiddle, oh fiddle, he's reached my middle
he's reached my middle
Oh heck, oh heck, he's up to my neck
he's up to my neck
Oh dread, oh dread, he swallowed my....
schlirppp!

Leaving Town Blues
Composer(s): Peter Green
Performer(s): Fleetwood Mac
and multiple other artists



Now, when I leave this town
Won't be - back no more
Yes, when I leave this town, mama
Won't be back no more
I've got the blues so bad
Standing 'round my door

Yes, I got the blues so bad
Why won't you let me be
I have the blues so bad, mama
Why won't you let me be
Now, when I go to Chicago
Blues don't you follow me

I'm asking mama, mama
Please don't cry no tears
Yes, I say mama, mama
Please don't cry no tears
Because I'll always love you
Through all my days and years

Bo Weevil
Composer(s): Dave Bartholomew; Fats Domino
Performer(s): Fats Domino
and various other artists



On Saturday night where I was born
Down on the farm
Guitar plinkin' and we started drinkin'
'Til the break of dawn

About 12 o'clock
Everything get hot
Up steps old John
We started clappin
And he started singin'
This sweet little country song

Bo Weevil Bo Weevil
Where've you been all day
Yo mama been lookin'
Had to stop cookin'
Since you went away

Bo Weevil Bo Weevil
Why did you go and stay
You get a lickin'
As sure as I'm seated
On a bale of hay

On Saturday night where I was born
Down on the farm
Guitar plinkin' and we started drinkin'
'Til the break of dawn

About 12 o'clock
Everything get hot
Up steps old John
We started clappin'
And he started singin'
This sweet little country song

Bo Weevil Bo Weevil
Where've you been all day
Yo mama been lookin'
Had to stop cookin'
Since you went away

Bo Weevil Bo Weevil
Why did you go and stay
You get a lickin'
As sure as I'm seated
On a bale of hay

Bo Weevil Bo Weevil
Where've you been all day
Mama been lookin'
Had to stop cookin'
Since you went away

Bo Weevil Bo Weevil
Why'd you go and stay
Mama gonna whip you
As sure as I'm sittin'
On this bale of hay

Leaving On A Jet Plane
Composer(s): John Denver
First release by: The Mitchell Trio - 1967
Covered by multiple other artists



All my bags are packed
I'm ready to go
I'm standing here outside your door
I hate to wake you up to say goodbye

But the dawn is breaking
It's early morn
The taxi's waiting
He's blowing' his horn
Already I'm so lonesome 
I could cry

So kiss me and smile for me
Tell me that you'll wait for me
Hold me like you'll never let me go
I'm leaving on a jet plane
I don't know when I'll be back again
Oh, babe, I hate to go

There are so many times I've let you down
So many times I've played around
I tell you now, they don't mean a thing

Every place I go, I'll think of you
Every song I sing, I'll sing for you
When I come back, I'll wear your wedding ring

So kiss me and smile for me
Tell me that you'll wait for me
Hold me like you'll never let me go
I'm leaving on a jet plane
I don't know when I'll be back again
Oh, babe, I hate to go

Now the time has come to leave you
One more time 
Let me kiss you
Then close your eyes
I'll be on my way

Dream about the days to come
When I won't have to leave alone
About the times, I won't have to say

So kiss me and smile for me
Tell me that you'll wait for me
Hold me like you'll never let me go
I'm leaving on a jet plane
I don't know when I'll be back again
Oh, babe, I hate to go