Captain Jack

Written by Billy Joel
Performed by Billy Joel

Saturday night and you're still hangin' around
Tired of living in your one horse town
You'd like to find a little hole in the ground,
For awhile
So you go to the village in your tie dyed jeans
And you stare at the junkies and the closet queens
It's like some pornographic magazine
And you smile

Captain Jack will get you high tonight
And take you to your special island
Captain Jack will get you by tonight
Just a little push, and you'll be smilin'

Oh yeah,...

Your sister's gone out, she's on a date
You just sit at home and masturbate
Your phone is gonna ring soon, but you just can't wait
For that call
So you stand on the corner in your New English clothes
And you look so polished from your hair down to your toes
Ah but still your fingers gonna pick your nose
After all,..

Captain Jack will get you high tonight
And take you to your special island
Captain Jack will get you by tonight
Just a little push, and you'll be smilin'

Oh yeah,...

So you decide to take a holiday
You got your tape deck and your brand new Chevrolet
Ah, there ain't no place to go anyway
What for?
So you got everything, ah, but nothing's cool
They just found your father in the swimming pool
And you guess you won't be going back to school
Anymore.

Captain Jack can get you high tonight
And take you to your special island
Captain Jack will get you by tonight
Just a little push, and you'll be smilin'

La de da, oh yeah,...

So you play your albums, and you smoke your pot
And you meet your girlfriend in the parking lot
Oh but still you're aching for the things you haven't got
What went wrong?
And if you can't understand why your world is so dead,
Why you've got to keep in style and feed your head
Well you're 21 and still your mother makes your bed,
And that's too long

Captain Jack will get you high tonight
And take you to your special island
Captain Jack will get you by tonight
Just a little push, and you'll be smilin'
Captain Jack will get you high tonight
And take you to your special island
Captain Jack could make you die tonight
Just a little push, and you'll be smilin'

Hey Cinderella

Written by Matraca Berg, Suzy Bogguss and Gary Harrison
Performed by Suzy Bogguss

We believed in fairy tales that day
I watched your father give you away
Your aim was true when the pink bouquet
Fell right into my hands

We danced for hours and we drank champagne
You screamed and laughed when I got up and sang
And then you rode away in a white Mustang
To your castle in the sand

Through the years and the kids and the jobs
And the dreams that lost their way
Do you ever stop and wonder
Do you ever just wanna say

Hey hey, Cinderella, what's the story all about
I got a funny feeling we missed a page or two somehow
Ohh-ohhhh, Cinderella, maybe you could help us out
Does the shoe fit you now

We're older but no more the wise
We've learned the art of compromise
Sometimes we laugh, sometimes we cry
And sometimes we just break down

We're good now 'cause we have to be
Come to terms with our vanity
Sometimes we still curse gravity
When no one is around

Yeah, our dolls gather dust in the corner of the attic
And bicycles rust in the rain
Still we walk in that fabled shadow
Sometimes we call her name

Hey hey, Cinderella, what's the story all about
I got a funny feeling we missed a page or two somehow
Ohh-ohhhh, Cinderella, maybe you could help us out
Does the shoe fit you now

Hey! Cinderella, maybe you could help us out
Does the shoe fit you now
Fit you now, Ohh-ohhhh, Cinderella (Cinderella) Does it fit you now?
Cinderella (Cinderella) Ohh-ohhh-ohhhh Cinderella (Cinderella)
Hey Cinderella (Cinderella)

Killin' Time

Written by Dave Hollingsworth, Les Evans and Bret Davis
Performed by Clint Black

You were the first thing that I thought of
When I thought I drank you off my mind
When I get lost in the liquor
You're the only one I find
And if I did the things I oughta
You still would not be mine
So I'll keep a tight grip on the bottle
Gettin' loose and killin' time

This killin' time is killin' me
Drinking myself blind thinkin' I won't see
That if I cross that line and they bury me
Well I just might find I'll be killin' time for eternity

Love Shack

Written by Kate Pierson, Fred Schneider, and Keith Strickland
Performed by The B-52s

If you see a faded sign by the side of the road that says
15 miles to the... Love Shack! Love Shack yeah yeah
I'm headin' down the Atlanta highway,
Lookin' for the love getaway
Headed for the love getaway, love getaway,
I got me a car, it's as big as a whale
And we're headin' on down
To the Love Shack
I got me a Chrysler, it seats about 20
So hurry up and bring your jukebox money

Well the Love Shack is a little old place
Where we can get together
Love Shack bay-bee, the love Shack baby
Love shack, Baby love shack
Love shack, Baby love shack
Love shack, Baby love shack
Love baby,that's where it's at
Love shack, Baby love shack
Love baby, that's where it's a

Sign says.. Woo... stay away fools,
'cause love rules at the Lo-o-ove Shack!
Well it's set way back in the middle of a field,
Just a funky old shack and I gotta get back

Glitter on the mattress
Glitter on the highway
Glitter on the front porch
Glitter on the hallway

Well the Love Shack is a little old place
Where we can get together
Love Shack bay-bee! Love Shack baby!
Love Shack, that's where it's at!
Love Shack, that's where it's at!

Huggin' and a kissin', dancin' and a lovin',
Wearin' next to nothing
Cause it's hot as an oven
The whole shack shimmies!
Yeah the whole shack shimmies!
The whole shack shimmies when everybody's
Movin' around and around and around and around!

Everybody's movin', everybody's groovin' baby!
Folks linin' up outside just to get down
Everybody's movin', everybody's groovin' baby
Funky little shack! Funk-y little shack!

Hop in my Chrysler,
It's as big as a whale
And it's about to set sail!
I got me a car, it seats about twenty
So c'mon and bring your jukebox money.

The Love Shack is a little old place
Where we can get together
Love Shack ba-bee! Love Shack baby!
(Love Shack...Love Shack...)
Love Shack, that's where it's at!

Bang bang bang on the door baby
Knock a little louder baby
Bang bang bang on the door baby
I can't hear you
Bang bang bang on the door baby
Knock a little louder sugar!
Bang bang bang on the door baby
I can't hear you!
Bang bang bang on the door baby
Knock a little louder
Bang bang bang on the door baby
Bang bang! On the door baby!
Bang bang! On the door!
Bang bang! On the door baby!
Bang bang!
You're what?... Tin roof, rusted!

Love Shack, baby Love Shack!
Love Shack, baby Love Shack!
Love baby, that's where it's at
Love Shack, baby Love Shack!
Love baby, that's where it's at
Huggin' and a kissin',
Dancin' and a lovin' at the love shack

Streets of Bakersfield

Written by Homer Joy
Performed by Dwight Yoakam and Buck Owen

I came here looking for something
I couldn't find anywhere else
Hey, I'm not trying to be nobody
Just want a chance to be myself

I've done a thousand miles of thumbin'
I've worn blisters on my heels
Trying to find me something better
On the streets of bakersfield

Chorus:
You don't know me but you don't like me
You say you care less how I feel
But how many of you that sit and judge me
Have ever walked the streets of bakersfield?

Spent some time in san francisco
Spent a night there in the can
They threw this drunk man in my jail cell
Took fifteen dollars from that man
Left him my watch and my old house key
Don't want folks thinkin' that I'd steal
Then I thanked him as I was leaving, and
I headed for the streets of bakersfield

Chorus:
You don't know me but you don't like me
You say you care less how I feel
But how many of you that sit and judge me
Have ever walked the streets of bakersfield?

You don't know me but you don't like me
You say you care less how I feel
But how many of you that sit and judge me
Have ever walked the streets of bakersfield?

How many of you that sit and judge me
Have ever walked the streets of bakersfield?

The Twist

Written by Hank Ballard
Performed by Chubby Checker

Come on baby let's do the twist
Come on baby let's do the twist
Take me by my little hand and go like this
Ee-oh twist baby baby twist
Oooh-yeah just like this
Come on little miss and do the twist

My daddy is sleepin' and mama ain't around
Yeah daddy is sleepin' and mama ain't around
We're gonna twisty twisty twisty
'Til we turn the house down
Come on and twist yeah baby twist
Oooh-yeah just like this
Come on little miss and do the twist

Yeah you should see my little Sis
You should see my my little Sis
She really knows how to rock
She knows how to twist
Come on and twist yeah baby twist
Oooh-yeah just like this
Come on little miss and do the twist
Yeah rock on now
Yeah twist on now
Twist.

Get A Job

Written by Theodore Miller
Performed by The Silhouettes

Sha na na na, sha na na na na,
Sha na na na, sha na na na na,
Sha na na na, sha na na na na,
Sha na na na, sha na na na na,
Yip yip yip yip yip yip yip yip
Mum mum mum mum mum mum
Get a job Sha na na na, sha na na na na

Hannah Jane

Written by Darius Rucker, Dean Felber, Mark Bryan, Jim Sonefeld
Performed by Hootie and the Blowfish

You've got your big girls
You've got to be hers
Now you have your young one too
Now you have her the way I wanted to 

Wonder if someday I can have them
The way I once had you 

I remember your crazy remarks
I remember your grin and remarks 

We'd get drunk and go out after dark
Searching for someone we could take home

Chorus:
You don't wanna be alone
You don't wanna see the sun go down
You don't wanna open the door
And see her go

One step and tomorrow comes
Two steps and she's off with someone
Three steps and it's all you know
You'll be home, she'll be gone
So what are you gonna do about me? 

I'll be there when you have no one else
I'll be there for you'll have, no one else
Spotted the ocean in the south's holy land
I'll be there, be your friend

Hold on strong, don't let go
There'll never be no one to take your place
So don't you wanna reach out and take my hand?

(chorus) x 2

One step and tomorrow comes
Two steps and she's off with someone
Three steps and it's all you know
You'll be home, she'll be gone

Summer Fling

Written by KD Land and David Piltch
Performed by KD Lang

Early morning mid July
Anticipation's making me high
The smell of Sunday in our hair
We ran on the beach with Kennedy flair

Sweet, sweet burn of sun and summer wind
And you my friend, my new fun thing, my summer fling
Laugh, oh how we would laugh at anything
And so pretend a never ending summer fling

This uncommon kinda breeze
Did with our hearts whatever it pleased
Forsake the logic of perfect plans
A perfect moment slipped through our hands

Sweet, sweet burn of sun and summer wind
And you my friend, my new fun thing, my summer fling
Laugh, oh how we would laugh at anything
And so pretend a never ending summer fling

Strange the wind can change so quickly
Without a word of warning
Rearrange our lives until they're torn in two

Sweet, sweet burn of sun and summer wind
And you my friend, my new fun thing, my summer fling
Laugh, oh how we would laugh at anything
And so pretend a never ending summer fling

Sweet, sweet burn of sun and summer wind
And you my friend, my new fun thing, my summer fling

I Don't Like Mondays

Written by Bob Geldof
Performed by the Boomtown Rats

The silicon chip inside her head gets switched to overload
And nobody's gonna go to school today
She's going to make them stay at home
And daddy doesn't understand it
He always said she was good as gold
And he can see no reasons, 'cause there are no reasons
What reason do you need to be shown?
Tell me why?
I don't like Mondays
Tell me why?
I don't like Mondays
Tell me why?
I don't like Mondays
I want to shoot the whole day down

The telex machine is kept so clean and it types to a waiting world
And mother feels so shocked
Father's world is rocked
And their thoughts turn to their own little girl
Sweet 16 ain't that peachy keen
No, it ain't so neat to admit defeat
They can see no reasons 'cause there are no reasons
What reasons do you need
Tell me why?
I don't like Mondays
Tell me why?
I don't like Mondays
Tell me why?
I don't like Mondays
I want to shoot the whole day down, down, down, shoot it all down

And all the playing has stopped in the playground now
She wants to play with the toys of war
And school's out early and soon we'll be learning
That the lesson today is how to die
And then the bullhorn crackles
And the captain cackles with the problems and the hows and whys
And he can see no reasons 'cause there are no reasons
What reason do you need to die, die?
And the silicon chip inside her head gets switched to overload
And nobody's gonna go to school today
She's going to make them stay at home
Her daddy doesn't understand it
He always said she was good as gold
And he can see no reasons 'cause there are no reasons
What reason do you need to be shown?
Tell me why?
I don't like Mondays
Tell me why?
I don't like Mondays
Tell me why?
I don't like, I don't like, (Tell me why?) I don't like Mondays
Tell me why?
I don't like, I don't like, (Tell me why?) I don't like Mondays
Tell me why?
I don't like Mondays
I want to shoot the whole day down