Signs

Written by Les Emmerson

Performed by Five Man Electrical Band

And the sign said
"Long-haired freaky people
Need not apply"
So I tucked my hair up under my hat
And I went in to ask him why
He said, "You look like a fine upstandin' young man
I think you'll do"
So I took off my hat and said, "Imagine that
Huh, me workin' for you"
Whoa

Sign, sign
Everywhere a sign
Blockin' out the scenery
Breakin' my mind
Do this, don't do that
Can't you read the sign?

And the sign said
"Anybody caught trespassin'
Will be shot on sight"
So I jumped on the fence and I yelled at the house
"Hey! What gives you the right
To put up a fence to keep me out
But to keep Mother Nature in?
If God was here, he'd tell you to your face
'Man, you're some kind of sinner'"

Sign, sign
Everywhere a sign
Blockin' out the scenery
Breakin' my mind
Do this, don't do that
Can't you read the sign?

Now, hey you, mister, can't you read?
You got to have a shirt and tie to get a seat
You can't even watch, no, you can't eat
You ain't supposed to be here

The sign said, "You've got to have a membership card
To get inside"
Uh

And the sign said
"Everybody welcome
Come in, kneel down and pray"
But when they passed around the plate at the end of it all
I didn't have a penny to pay
So I got me a pen and a paper
And I made up my own little sign
I said, "Thank you, Lord, for thinkin' 'bout me
I'm alive and doin' fine"
Woo!

Sign, sign
Everywhere a sign
Blockin' out the scenery
Breakin' my mind
Do this, don't do that
Can't you read the sign?

Sign, sign
Everywhere a sign

Sign

Desperado

Written by Glenn Frey and Don Henley

Performed by The Eagles

Desperado, why don't you come to your senses?
You've been out ridin' fences for so long now
Oh, you're a hard one
I know that you got your reasons
These things that are pleasin' you
Can hurt you somehow

Don't you draw the queen of diamonds, boy
She'll beat you if she's able
You know the queen of hearts is always your best bet
Now it seems to me, some fine things
Have been laid upon your table
But you only want the ones that you can't get

Desperado, oh, you ain't gettin' no younger
Your pain and your hunger, they're drivin' you home
And freedom, oh freedom well, that's just some people talkin'
Your prison is walking through this world all alone

Don't your feet get cold in the winter time?
The sky won't snow and the sun won't shine
It's hard to tell the night time from the day
You're losin' all your highs and lows
Ain't it funny how the feeling goes away?

Desperado, why don't you come to your senses?
Come down from your fences, open the gate
It may be rainin', but there's a rainbow above you
You better let somebody love you
(Let somebody love you)
You better let somebody love you before it's too late

Wipe Out

Written by Will Hudon

Performed by The Fat Boys and The Beach Boys

Hee-hee-hee-hee, wipeout!

Wipin' out, wipeout, wipin' out, wipeout (ah, wah-wah)
Wipin' out, wipeout, wipin' out, wipeout (ah, wah-wah)
Wipin' out, wipeout, wipin' out, wipeout (ah, wah-wah)
Wipin' out, wipeout, wipin' out, wipeout, hey, watch out (here we go here go!)
(Wah-wah-wah) wipin' out, wipeout

For three years straight we toured the nation
When we get through we needed a vacation
We wanted to party and get a little rest
So we packed our things and headed out west
We got the surfboards, took the beachball out
Jumped in a limousine ready to "wipeout"

Now we're ready to go
Here we go, here we go
Hup, hup-two, hup-two, hit it D, here we go

We got to california, I said headed for the beach
There were girls galore all within our reach
There was sand and sun and lots of fun
But when we get there the fun really begun
So we cut on the box and started to shout
It was the Beach Boys rockin', huh-huh the "Wipeout"

Wa-ah-ah-ah, wawawa-ooh-oo
Wa-ah-ah-ah, wawawa-ooh-oo
That's it, that-that, that's it, dit-dit-dit-dit-dit, hit it, D

The sun went down and the night began
We was rapping for the people cold chillin' my man
Just partying hard making lots of noise
When around the corner came the real Beach Boys
So we all jumped up and started to shout
"Let's all sing the song called the 'Wipeout'"

Wipin' out, wipeout, wipin' out, wipeout (ah, wah-wah)
Wipin' out, wipeout, wipin' out, wipeout (ah, wah-wah)
Wipin' out, wipeout, wipin' out, wipeout (ah, wah-wah)
Wipin' out, wipeout, wipin' out, wipeout
(Wah-wah-wah) wipin' out, wipeout (stay on your, stay on your, stay on your feet!)
Bring it out, bring it out, y'all

Wipin' out, wipeout, wipin' out, wipeout (ah, wah-wah)
Wipin' out, wipeout, wipin' out, wipeout (ah, wah-wah)
Wipin' out, wipeout, wipin' out, wipeout (ah, wah-wah)
Wipin' out, wipeout, wipin' out, wipeout, hey, watch out
(Wah-wah-wah) wipin' out, wipeout

Be Good To Yourself

Written by Steve Perry, Neal Schon and Jonathan Cain

Performed by Journey

Runnin' out of self-control
Gettin' close to an overload
Up against a no-win situation

Shoulder to shoulder, push and shove
I'm hangin' up my boxin' gloves
I'm ready for a long vacation
Yeah

Be good to yourself when
(Nobody else will) Nobody else will
(Wo-oh, be good to yourself)
(You're walkin' a high wire) You're walkin' a high wire
(Caught in a crossfire) Caught in a crossfire
(Wo-oh, be good to yourself)

When you can't give no more
They want it all, but you gotta say no
I'm turnin' off the noise that makes me crazy
Lookin' back with no regrets
To forgive is to forget
I want a little piece of mind to turn to

Be good to yourself when
(Nobody else will) Nobody else will
(Wo-oh, be good to yourself)
Yeah, yeah
(You're walkin' a high wire) You're walkin' a high wire
(Caught in a crossfire) Caught in a crossfire
(Wo-oh, be good to yourself)

Be good
(Good to yourself when, nobody else will)
Go-ohh-oh-ohh-oh-oh-ohh-oh

I Like Beer

Written by Tom T. Hall

Performed by Tom T. Hall

In some of my songs I have casually mentioned
The fact that I like to drink beer
This little song is more to the point
Roll out the barrel and lend me your ears

I like beer. It makes me a jolly good fellow
I like beer. It helps me unwind and sometimes it makes me feel mellow (Makes him feel mellow)
Whiskey's too rough, champagne costs too much, vodka puts my mouth in gear
This little refrain should help me explain as a matter of fact I like beer
(He likes beer)

My wife often frowns when we're out on the town
And I'm wearing a suit and a tie
She's sipping vermouth and she thinks I'm uncouth
When I yell as the waiter goes by

Last night I dreamed that I passed from the scene
And I went to a place so sublime
Aw, the water was clear and tasted like beer
Then they turned it all into wine (awww)

I like beer. It makes me a jolly good fellow
I like beer. It helps me unwind and sometimes it makes me feel mellow (Makes him feel mellow)
Whiskey's too rough, champagne costs too much, and vodka puts my mouth in gear
Aw, this little refrain should help me explain as a matter of fact I love beer
(Yes, he likes beer)

You Look So Good In Love

Written by Glen Ballard, Rory Michale Bourke and Kerry Chater

Performed by George Strait

Oh how you sparkle
And oh how you shine
The flush on your cheeks
Is more than the wine

That I didn't do
Whatever he's doing
It looks good on you

You look so good in love
That's easy to see
You look so good in love
I wish you still wanted me

He must have stolen
The stars from the sky
To wear in your eyes

I had my chances
But I set you free
And now I wonder

You look so good in love
You want him
Its easy to see
You look so good in love

Darling I've wasted a lot of years not seeing the real you
But tonight your beauty is shining through
And I never took the time to let you know

Daydream Believer

Written by John Stewart

Performed by The Monkees

Oh, I could hide 'neath the wings
Of the bluebird as she sings
The six o'clock alarm would never ring
But it rings and I rise
Wipe the sleep out of my eyes
My shavin' razor's cold and it stings

Cheer up, Sleepy Jean
Oh, what can it mean
To a daydream believer
And a homecoming queen

You once thought of me
As a white knight on his steed
Now you know how happy I can be
Oh, and our good times start and end
Without dollar one to spend
But how much, baby, do we really need

Cheer up, Sleepy Jean
Oh, what can it mean
To a daydream believer
And a homecoming queen
Cheer up, Sleepy Jean
Oh, what can it mean
To a daydream believer
And a homecoming queen

Cheer up, Sleepy Jean
Oh, what can it mean
To a daydream believer
And a homecoming queen

House of the Rising Sun

Written by Alan Price, Leo Leandros and Arno Flor

Performed by The Animals

There is a house in New Orleans
They call the Rising Sun
And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy
Dear God, I know I was one

My mother was a tailor
She sewed my new blue jeans
And my father was a gamblin' man
Way down in New Orleans

And the only thing a gambler needs
Is a suitcase and a trunk
And the only time he's satisfied
Is when he's a drunk

Oh, mother, tell your children
Not to do what I have done
To spend your lives in sin and misery
In the house of the rising sun

I got one foot on the platform
And another on the train
And I'm going back to New Orleans
To wear that ball and chain

There is a house in New Orleans
They call the Rising Sun
And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy
Dear God, I know I was one
Dear God, I know I was the one

A Different Corner

Written by George Michael

Performed by George Michael

I'd say love was a magical flame
I'd say love would keep us from pain
Had I been there, had I been there

I would promise you all of my life
But to lose you would cut like a knife
So I don't dare, no I don't dare

'Cause I've never come close in all of these years
You are the only one to stop my tears
And I'm so scared, I'm so scared

Take me back in time maybe I can forget
Turn a different corner and we never would have met
Would you care

I don't understand it, for you it's a breeze
Little by little you've brought me to my knees

Don't you care
No I've never come close in all of these years
You are the only one to stop my tears
I'm so scared of this love

And if all that there is, is this fear of being used
I should go back to being lonely and confused
If I could, I would, I swear

L.A. Woman

Written by Jim Morrison, John Paul Densmore, Raymond Manzarek and Robert Krieger

Performed by The Doors

Well, I just got into town about an hour ago
Took a look around, see which way the wind blow
Where the little girls in their Hollywood bungalows
Are you a lucky little lady in the city of light
Or just another lost angel, city of night
City of night, city of night, city of night, woo, come on

L.A. woman, L.A. woman
L.A. woman Sunday afternoon
L.A. woman Sunday afternoon
L.A. woman Sunday afternoon
Drive through your suburbs
Into your blues, into your blues, yeah
Into your blue-blue blues
Into your blues, oh, yeah

I see your hair is burnin'
Hills are filled with fire
If they say I never loved you
You know they are a liar
Drivin' down your freeways
Midnight alleys roam
Cops in cars, the topless bars
Never saw a woman
So alone, so alone
So alone, so alone

Motel money murder madness
Let's change the mood from glad to sadness

Mister mojo risin', mister mojo risin'
Mister mojo risin', mister mojo risin'
Got to keep on risin'
Mister mojo risin', mister mojo risin'
Mojo risin', gotta mojo risin'
Mister mojo risin', gotta keep on risin'
Risin', risin'
Gone risin', risin'
I'm gone risin', risin'
I gotta risin', risin'
Well, risin', risin'
I gotta, wooo, yeah, risin'
Woah, ohh yeah

Well, I just got into town about an hour ago
Took a look around, see which way the wind blow
Where the little girls in their Hollywood bungalows
Are you a lucky little lady in the city of light
Or just another lost angel, city of night
City of night, city of night, city of night, whoa, come on

L.A. woman, L.A. woman
L.A. woman, you're my woman
Little L.A. woman, little L.A. woman
L.A. L.A. woman woman
L.A. woman, come on