Let me tell you 'bout Ahab The Arab
The Sheik of the burning sand
He had emeralds and rubies just dripping off 'a him
And a ring on every finger of his hands
Ray Stevens
Let me tell you 'bout Ahab The Arab
The Sheik of the burning sand
He had emeralds and rubies just dripping off 'a him
And a ring on every finger of his hands
Ray Stevens
I’m the Sheik of Araby,
Your love belongs to me.
At night when you’re asleep,
Into your tent I’ll creep.
The stars that shine above,
Will light our way to love.
You’ll rule this land with me;
The Sheik of Araby.
Snyder, Smith & Wheeler, 1921
You don’t even know my name
I guess that I’m to blame
Don’t know the right things to say
So I pretend away
That I’m Rudolph Valentino
Pull up in my limousine
Oh, won’t you come in out of the rain?
Things’ll never be the same
America - Right Before My Eyes
Well, I was drunk the day my mom got out of prison
And I went to pick her up in the rain
But before I could get to the station in my pickup truck
She got run over by a damned old train
And I’ll hang around as long as you will let me
And I never minded standing’ in the rain, no
But you don’t have to call me darlin’, darlin’
You never even called me by my name
Extra verse to Steve Goodman’s You Never Even Call Me By My Name
I call your name but you’re not there
Was I to blame for bein’ unfair?
Don’t you know I can’t sleep at night since you’ve been gone?
I never weep at night, I can’t go on
The Beatles
Well, let me tell you 'bout the way she looked,
The way she’d act, the color of her hair –
Her voice was soft and cool;
Her eyes were clear and bright;
But she’s not there.
She’s Not There – The Zombies
-“BB”-
He said that any love is good love
So I took what I could get
Yes, I took what I could get
And then she looked at me with them big brown eyes
And said You ain’t seen nothin’ yet
Bachman-Turner Overdrive - You Ain’t Seen Nothing Yet
Hey, where did we go?
Days when the rains came
Down in the hollow
Playin’ a new game
Laughin’ and a-runnin’, hey, hey
Skippin’ and a-jumpin’
In the misty morning fog with
Our, our hearts a-thumping and you
My brown-eyed girl
And you, my brown-eyed girl
Van Morrison - Brown Eyed Girl
Her hair is Harlow gold
Her lips, a sweet surprise
Her hands are never cold
She got Bette Davis eyes
Kim Carnes - Bette Davis Eyes
They had style, they had grace
Rita Hayworth gave good face
Lauren, Katherine, Lana too
Bette Davis, we love you
Madonna - Vogue
Well, we all have a face
That we hide away forever
And we take them out
And show ourselves when everyone has gone
Some are satin, some are steel
Some are silk and some are leather
They’re the faces of a stranger
But we’d love to try them on
I’ve just seen a face
I can’t forget the time or place
Where we just met
She’s just the girl for me
And I want all the world to see
We’ve met, mm-mm-mm-m’mm-mm
The Beatles
Whenever I see your smiling face
I have to smile myself
Because I love you, yes, I do
And when you give me that pretty little pout
It turns me inside out
There’s something about you, baby
I don’t know
James Taylor
And even if time ain’t really on my side
It’s one of those days for taking a walk outside
I’m blowing the day to take a walk in the sun
And fall on my face on somebody’s new-mown lawn
Lovin’ Spoonful - Daydream’
I’ll regret it all in the morning
When I see your smiling face
I’d rather be in any place but here
Richard Thompson
I know a place where we can go!
I know a place where the lights are low!
I know a place where we can go!
I know a place where the lights are low!
Petula Clark
So go downtown
Things will be great when you’re
Downtown
No finer place for sure
Downtown
Everything’s waiting for you (downtown, downtown)
Petula Clark
Downtown
Where the folks are broke.
You go Downtown
Where your life’s a joke.
You go Downtown
When you buy your token,
you go
Home to Skid Row.
Little Shop of Horrors
I’m down at the Bowery oh Lord oh Lord
I’m gonna tell ya how I got here
First I gotta shoot some dice and win
So I can get my room again
The White Buffalo - The Bowery
They say the neon lights are bright on Broadway
They say there’s always magic in the air
But when you’re walkin’ down the street
And you ain’t had enough to eat
The glitter rubs right off and you’re nowhere
The Drifters/George Benson - On Broadway