Lola, she was a showgirl, with yellow feathers in her hair and her dress cut down to there…
I’ve been singing this song all day long…and I’m tired of it.
The sad thing is, that line popped into my head as soon as I saw the thread title, and I had to click to see what you were positng about.
Now I’m going to have that song running through MY head, dammit. I guess misery loves company. 
Here, I got just thing for you.
Ahem
“Now I’m not dumb, but I can’t understand
Why she walk like a woman, but talk like a man.
Oh my Lola.
L-O-L-A Lola.”
Did that help?
aaaarrrrgghhhhhh Barry Manilow…stuck…in…head…
…Rio, and she dances in the saaaaaannnnnnnnnnnnnnd
Just like that river running through the dusty laaaaaaaaaaand
Don’t know where this thread is going, but we’ll toss in a bit of Lou…
Ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhh, Mandy,
Well you came and you gave without takin’
But I sent you away, oh Mandy
Well, you kissed me and stopped me from shakin’
And I need you today, oh Mandy
Hah, take that!
I’ll take Lou.
…she would merenge (sp) and do the cha-cha, and while she tried to be a star, Tony always tended bar…across the crowded floor, they worked from 8 till 4. They were young and they had each other. Who could ask for more at the Copa…COPACABANA, the hardest spot north of HAVANA…
::slams head on keyboard::
- It won’t go away!* aaauuughhhh!
“She lost her youth and she lost her Tony,
Now she’s LOST HER MIND…
At the co-pa,
don’t fall in love
co-pa-co-ba-na…”
Well, you have to hand it to Barry. He does write the songs that make the young girls cry.
Me too. That is sad. Thank you, jjjfishe, for starting this thread! 
Play it now
Play it now
Play it now, my baby
Cracklin’ Rosie, make me a smile
God if it lasts for an hour, that’s all right
We got all night…
To set the world right
Find us a dream that don’t asks no questions, yeah
Neil Diamond. Oh, no. It’s happening again…
"Brother Love’s Travelin’ Salvation Show.
Pack up the babies and grab the old ladies
and everyone goes,
'cause everyone knows–
Brother Love’s shows.
- Holly-holly, brother!
Holly-holly-loo-yah!"*
Gypsies, tramps and thieves
You heard from the people in the towns
they’d call us gypsies, tramps and thieves…
“Incontinentio Buttocks”
Girl, you’ll be a woman …soon
Love you so much I can’t count all the ways
I’d die for you girl and all they can say is
He’s not your type.
They never get tired of putting me down
and I never know what I’m gonna find
when I come around.
Don’t let them make up your mind
cause don’t you know
Girl you’ll be a woman …soon
Please come take my hand
Girl you’ll be a woman soon
and soon you’ll need a man.
(Evil Evil Evil, just try not to keep hearing this song in your head. Although now I’m thinking of Pulp Fiction too.
Do you know what they call a quarter pounder in France? Arghhhhhh)
Dear God, please forgive me.
If you like Pina Coladas
and gettin’ caught in the rain
If you’re not into yoga
and you have half a brain
chickening out and running away
Me not being a music person, I have no idea about any of these songs, so I’m in no danger of getting them stuck in my head. 
So many nights I’d sit by my window
Waiting for someone to sing me his song
So many dreams I kept deep inside me
Alone in the dark but now you’ve come along
Chorus:
And youuuuuuu light up my liiiiiife
You give me hope to carry on
Youuuuuuuu light up my daaaaaaaaaays and fill my nights with song