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I Saw Her Standing There
(John Lennon and Paul McCartney)

ДЖОН 1980: Это Пол, выполняющий свою обычную работу по производству того, что Джордж Мартин называл 'котлоагрегатом'. Я помог с парой текстов.

ПОЛ 1988: 'Я написал их с Джоном.
Мы прогнали школу и написали их на гитарах.
Я помню, что у меня были слова: 'Только семнадцать / никогда не была королевой красоты', которые Джон…
Это был один из первых раз, когда он пошел 'Что? Нужно изменить это! И стало: «Вы знаете, что я имею в виду».

ПОЛ около 1994: 'Иногда мы просто начинали песню с нуля, но у одного из нас почти всегда был зародыш идеи, названия или сырой детали, о которой мы думали, и мы делали это.'
'I Saw Her Stand There' была моей идеей.
Я начал ее, и у меня был первый стих, который дал мне мелодию, темп и ключ.
Он дал вам предмет, много информации, а затем вы должны были заполнить.
Так что она была написана совместно…
И мы закончили ее в тот день.

Well, she was just seventeen
You know what I mean
And the way she looked was way beyond compare
So how could I dance with another (Ooh)
When I saw her standing there

Well she looked at me, and I, I could see
That before too long I'd fall in love with her
She wouldn't dance with another (Whooh)
When I saw her standing there

Well, my heart went "boom"
When I crossed that room
And I held her hand in mine

Whoah, we danced through the night
And we held each other tight
And before too long I fell in love with her
Now I'll never dance with another (Whooh)
When I saw her standing there

Well, my heart went "boom"
When I crossed that room
And I held her hand in mine

Whoah, we danced through the night
And we held each other tight
And before too long I fell in love with her
Now I'll never dance with another (Whooh)
Since I saw her standing there
Oh since I saw her standing there
Oh since I saw her standing there

Roll Over Beethoven
(Chuck Berry)

Well gonna write a little letter
Gonna mail it to my local D.J.
It's a rocking little record
I want my jockey to play
Roll over Beethoven
Gotta hear it again today

You know my temperature's rising
And the jukebox blows a fuse
My heart beating rhythm
While my soul keeps singing the blues
Roll over Beethoven
And tell Tchaikovsky the news

I got a rocking pneumonia
I need a shot of rhythm and blues
I think I caught it off the writer
Sittin' down by the rhythm reviews
Roll over Beethoven
We're rockin' in two by two

Well if you feel it and like it
Well get your lover and reel and rock it
Roll it over and move on up
Just triffle further and reel and rock it
Roll it over
Roll over Beethoven
A rocking in two by two - Ooo

Well early in the morning
I'm a giving you the warning
Don't you step on my blue suede shoes
Hey diddle diddle
I'll play my fiddle
Ain't got nothing to lose
Roll over Beethoven
And tell Tchaikovsky the news

You know she wiggles like a glow worm
Dance like a spinning top
She's got a crazy partner
Oughta see them reel an rock
Long as she's got a dime
The music will never stop
Roll over Beethoven
Roll over Beethoven
Roll over Beethoven
Roll over Beethoven
Roll over Beethoven
Dig to these rhythm and blues

The Hippy Hippy Shake
(Chan Romero)

For goodness sake
I got the hippy hippy shake
I've got to shake
Who the hippy hippy shake

Who I can't keep still
With the hippy hippy shake
I get my fill
With the hippy hippy shake
Ooh my baby
Oh the hippy hippy shake

Well now you shake it to the left
Shake it to the right
Do the hippy shake shake
With all of you might

Then you shake
Who yes you shake
Ooh my baby
Ow the hippy hippy shake
Aah! Ow!

Ow yeah! Ow!

Well now you shake it to the left
Shake it to the right
Do the hippy shake shake
With all of you might

Then you shake
Who yes you shake
Ooh my baby
Who the hippy hippy shake
Ow the hippy hippy shake
Yea the hippy hippy shake oh yeah

Sweet Little Sixteen
(Chuck Berry)

They're really rocking in Boston
Philadelphia, PA
Deep in the heart of Texas
On down in Frisco Bay
All over Saint Louis
On down to New Orleans
All the cats want to dance with
Sweet little sixteen

Sweet little sixteen
She just got to have
About half a million
Framed autographs
Her wallet is filled with pictures
She get 'em one by one
Becomes so excited
Watch and look at her run boy who
Mommy mommy
Please may I go
It's such a sight to see
Somebody steal the show
Oh daddy daddy
I beg of you
Well please say it to mommy
It's all right with you
Ow!

Sweet little sixteen
She's got the grown-up blues
Tight dresses and lipstick
She's blowing high healed shoes
Well by tomorrow morning
She'll have to change her train
Become sweet sixteen
A back in class again

Yea cos they're really rocking in Boston
Philadelphia, PA
Deep in the heart of Texas
On down in Frisco Bay
All over Saint Louis
On down to New Orleans
All the cats want to dance with
Sweet little sixteen

Lend Me Your Comb
(Kay Twomey, Fred Wise and Ben Weisman)

Lend me your comb
It's time to go home
I got to go past
My hair is a mess

Your mammie will scold
Your pappie will shout
Unless we come in
The way we went out

Kissing you was fun honey
But thanks for the date
But I must come to run honey
But you know baby it's getting late

Just wait till I say
"My darling
Lend me your comb
We got to go home"

Whoa! Ow!

Your Feet's Too Big
(Ada Benson and Fred Fisher)

Who's that walkin' round here?
Mercy, sounds like baby patter
Baby elephant patter, that's what I calls it

Say, up in Harlem at a table for two
There were four of us: me, your big feet, and you
From your ankle up, I'll say you sure are sweet
From there down there's just too much feet

Yes, your feet's too big
Don't want you 'cause you feet's too big
Can't use you 'cause you feet's too big
I really hate you 'cause your feet's too big

Where'd you get 'em?
Your girl she likes you, she thinks you're nice
Got what it takes to be in paradise
She said likes your face, she likes your array
Man, oh man, them things are too big

Oh, your feet's too big
Don't want you 'cause you feet's too big
Mad at you 'cause your feet's too big
I hate you 'cause your feet's too big

My Goodness! Gun the gunboats!
Ship, ship, ship!

Oh your pedal extremities are colossal
To me, you look just like a fossil
You got me walkin', talkin' and squawkin'
'Cause your feet's too big, yeah

Come on and walk that thing
Oh, I've never heard of such walkin', mercy
Your, your pedal extremities really are obnoxious
One never knows, do one?

Twist And Shout
(Bert Russell and Phil Medley)

ДЖОН 1963: 'Я всегда ненавижу петь песню 'Twist And Shout', когда с нами на купюре цветной артист.
Это не кажется правильным, знаете ли.
Мне немного стыдно… Это заставляет меня свернуться.
Я всегда чувствую, что они могут сделать песню намного лучше, чем я'.

ДЖОН 1971: 'Самыми интересными песнями для меня были черные, потому что они были проще.
Они вроде как сказали 'тряси свой зад', или твой член, что было действительно инновацией.
Черные пели прямо и немедленно о своей боли, а также о сексе, вот почему мне нравится эта песня.

ДЖОН 1976: Последняя песня почти убила меня.
Мой голос не был прежним долгое время после… Каждый раз, когда я проглотил его, он был как наждачная бумага.
Мне всегда было горько стыдно, потому что я мог петь лучше, но теперь это не беспокоит меня. Ты слышишь, что я просто безумный парень, делающий что могу.
И я точно знаю почему… Это потому, что он в тот день отработал свою фигню.
Мы оставили 'Twist And Shout' до самого последнего, потому что знали, что был один дубль.

РИНГО 1994: 'Мы начали (запись альбома) около полудня и закончили его в полночь, когда Джон был очень восторжен 'Twist And Shout'.

Well, shake it up, baby, now (Shake it up, baby)
Twist and shout (Twist and shout)
C'mon c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, baby, now (Come on baby)
Come on and work it on out (Work it on out)

Well, work it on out, honey (Work it on out)
You know you look so good (Look so good)
You know you got me goin' now (Got me goin')
Just like I knew you would (Like I knew you would)

Well, shake it up, baby, now (Shake it up, baby)
Twist and shout (Twist and shout)
C'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, baby, now (Come on, baby)
Come on and work it on out (Work it on out)

Well, you twist, you little girl (Twist, little girl)
You know you twist so fine (Twist so fine)
Come on and twist a little closer now (Twist a little closer)
And let me know that you're mine (Let me know you're mine)

Well, shake it up, baby, now (Shake it up, baby)
Twist and shout (Twist and shout)
C'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, baby, now (Come on, baby)
Come on and work it on out (Work it on out)

Well, shake it, shake it, shake it, baby, now (Shake it up baby)
Well, shake it, shake it, shake it, baby, now (Shake it up baby)
Well, shake it, shake it, shake it, baby, now (Shake it up baby)

Mr. Moonlight
(Roylee Johnson)

Mr. Moonlight
You came to me one summer night
And from your beam you made my dream
And from the world you sent my girl
And from above you sent us love
And now she is mine
I think you're fine
Cos we love you, Mr. Moonlight

Mr. Moonlight, come again please
Here I am on my knees
Begging if you please
And the night you don't come my way
I'll pray and pray more each day
Cos we love you, Mr. Moonlight

And the night you don't come my way
Oh, I'll pray and pray more each day
Cos we love you, Mr. Moonlight
Mr. Moonlight

Mr. Moonlight, come again please
Here I am on my knees
Begging if you please
And the night you don't come my way
I'll pray and pray more each day
Cos we love you, Mr. Moonlight
Mr. Moonlight
Mr. Moonlight
Mr. Moonlight

A Taste of Honey
(Ric Marlow and Bobby Scott)

A taste of honey
Tasting much sweeter than wine

I dream of your first kiss
And then I feel upon my lips again

A taste of honey
Tasting much sweeter than wine

I will return, yes I will return
I'll come back for the honey and you

Yours was the kiss that awoke my heart
There lingers still, though we're far apart

That taste of honey
Tasting much sweeter than wine

Oh I will return, yes I will return
I'll come back (He'll come back)
for the honey (For the honey)
and you

Bésame Mucho
(Consuelo Velazquez and Sunny Skylar)

Besame,
Besame mucho
Como si fuera ésta noche
La última vez

Besame, besame mucho
Que tengo miedo a perderte
Perderte después

Besame,
Besame mucho
Como si fuera ésta noche
La última vez

Besame, besame mucho
Que tengo miedo a perderte
Perderte después

Quiero tenerte muy cerca
Mirarme en tus ojos
Verte junto a mi

Piensa que tal vez mañana
Yo ya estaré lejos,
Muy lejos de ti

Besame,
Besame mucho
Como si fuera ésta noche
La…

Reminiscing
(King Curtis)

Friday night, it was late
I was walking you home
We got down to the gate
And I was dreaming of the night
Would it turn out right?

How to tell you, girl
I want to build my world around you
Tell you that it's true
I want to make you understand
I'm talking about a lifetime plan

That's the way it began
We were hand-in-hand
Glenn Miller's band
Was better than before
We yelled and screamed for more

And the Porter tune (Night and Day)
Made us dance across the room
It ended all too soon
On the way back home
I promised you'd never be alone

Hurry, don't be late
I can hardly wait
I said to myself when we're old
We'll go dancing in the dark
Walking through the park
And reminiscing

Friday night, it was late
I was walking you home
We got down to the gate
And I was dreaming of the night
Would it turn out right?

Now as the years roll on
Each time we hear our favorite song
The memories come along
Older times we're missing
Spending the hours reminiscing

Hurry, don't be late
I can hardly wait
I said to myself when we're old
We'll go dancing in the dark
Walking through the park
And reminiscing

Kansas City/Hey, Hey, Hey, Hey
(Jerry Leiber, Mike Stoller and Richard Penniman)

Nothin' Shakin' (But the Leaves on the Trees)
(Eddie Fontaine, Cirino Colacrai, Diane Lampert and John Gluck)

I found it out
What love is all about
And every day
It sure lets out
I see my baby
I get weak in my knees
There's nothing shaking
But the leaves on the trees
My pappie told me
There'd be times like these
There's nothing shaking
But the leaves on the trees

We meet the gang
And go to rocking Joes
The cats are something
On the heels and toes
I grab my baby
Tried to give her a squeeze
There's nothing shaking
But the leaves on the trees
Well why must she be
Such a doggone tease?
There's nothing shaking
But the leaves on the trees

She's got a way
That makes me act like a fool
Spent my money
Then she plays me cool
I begged her for kisses
On my bended knees
Oh won't you give me
Some loving, baby
Please please please

She's got a way
That makes me act like a fool
Spent my money
Then she plays me cool
I'm begging for her kisses
On my bended knees
Oh won't you give me
Some of your loving, baby
Please please please

Though I keep trying hard
To make her mine
One day the wind will blow
And the sun will shine
Till that time
She puts my heart at ease
There's nothing shaking
But the leaves on the trees
She locked my heart
And threw away the keys
There's nothing shaking
But the leaves on the trees
There's nothing shaking
But the leaves on the trees
There's nothing shaking
But the leaves on the trees
There's nothing shaking
But the leaves on the trees

To Know Her Is to Love Her
(Phil Spector)

To know, know, know her
Is to love, love, love her
Just to see her smile
Makes my life worthwhile
Yes, just to know, know, know her
Is to love, love, love her
And I do and I do
And I do

I'll be good to her
I'll make love to her
Everyone says there'll come a day
When I walk alongside of her
Yes, just to know, know, know her
Is to love, love, love her
And I do and I and I do And I do
And I and I do and I and I do and I

Why can't she see?
How blind can she be?
Some day, she'll see
That she was meant just for me, oh, oh

To know, know, know her
Is to love, love, love her
Just to see her smile
Makes my life worthwhile
Yes, just to know, know, know her
Is to love, love, love her
And I do and I and I do And I do
And I and I do and I and I do and I

Why can't she see?
How blind can she be?
Some day, she'll see
That she was meant just for me, oh, oh

Little Queenie
(Chuck Berry)

I got lumps in my throat
When I saw her comin' down the aisle
I got the wiggles in my knees
When she looked at me and sweetly smiled
There she is again
Standing over by the record machine
Lookin' like a model on the cover of a magazine
She's too cute to be a minute over seventeen

Meanwhile I was thinking...
Well if she's in the mood
No need to break it
I got the chance, and I oughta take it
If she'll dance, then we can make it
Come on queenie, let's shake it

Go, go, go, little queenie
Go, go, go, little queenie
Go, go, go, little queenie

Tell me, who's the queen
Standing over by the record machine
Lookin' like a model on the cover of a magazine
She's too cute to be a minute over seventeen

Meanwhile, I was still thinkin ...
If it's a slow song, we'll omit it
If it's a rocker, that'll get it
And if it's good, she'll admit it
C'mon queenie, let's get with it

Go, go, go, little queenie
Go, go, go, little queenie
Go, go, go, little queenie

Falling in Love Again (Can't Help It)
(Frederick Hollander and Sammy Lerner)

Falling in love again
Never wanted to
What am I to do?
I can't help it

Love's always been my game
Play it how I may
I was made that way
I can't help it

Men cluster to me
Like moths around a flame
And if their wings burn
I know I'm not to blame

Falling in love again
Never wanted to
What am I to do?
I just can't help it

Ask Me Why
(John Lennon)
(Официально – John Lennon and Paul McCartney)

I love you, 'cause you tell me things I want to know
And it's true that it really only goes to show
That I know that I, I, I, I
Should never, never, never be blue

Now you're mine, my happiness still makes me cry
And in time, you'll understand the reason why
If I cry, it's not because I'm sad
But you're the only love that I've ever had

I can't believe it's happened to me
I can't conceive of any more misery

Ask me why, I'll say I love you
And I'm always thinking of you

I love you, 'cause you tell me things I want to know
And it's true that it really only goes to show
That I know that I, I, I, I
Should never, never, never be blue

Ask me why, I'll say I love you
And I'm always thinking of you

I can't believe it's happened to me
I can't conceive of any more misery

Ask me why, I'll say I love you
And I'm always thinking of you
You, you

Be-Bop-A-Lula
(Gene Vincent and Bill Davis)

Mireille
Be Bop a Lula he's my baby
Be Bop a Lula I don't mean maybe
Be Bop a Lula she's my baby
Be Bop a Lula I don't mean maybe

Be Bop a Lula she's my baby love, my baby love, my baby love

Peter
She's the gal in the real blue jeans

Mireille
He's the queen of all the teens

Peter
She's the one that I know
She's the one that loves me so

Duo:
Be Bop a Lula she's my baby
Be Bop a Lula I don't mean maybe
Be Bop a Lula she's my baby love, my baby love, my baby love

Peter:
She's the one that forgot that beat

Mireille
She's the one with the fire in feet

Peter:
She's the one who goes around the store

Mireille:
She's the one and just more, more, more

Duo
Be Bop a Lula she's my baby
Be Bop a Lula I Don't mean maybe
Be Bop a Lula she's my baby love, my baby love,
my baby love

Be Bop a Lula she's

Hallelujah, I Love Her So
(Ray Charles)

Let me tell you about a girl I know
She's my baby and I love her so

Every morning when the sun comes up
She brings me coffee in my favorite cup
That's why I know, yes I know
Hallelujah I just love her so

When I call her on the telephone
She says: baby, I'm all alone
By the time I count from one to four
She'll be knocking on my door

In the evening when the sun goes down
And there ain't nobody else around
She kisses…

Red Sails in the Sunset
(Jimmy Kennedy and Hugh Williams)

{Red sails in the sunset, way out on the sea}
Oh, carry my loved one home safely to me
{She sailed at the dawning, all day I've been blue}
Red sails in the sunset, I'm trusting in you

Swift wings you must borrow
Make straight for the shore
We marry tomorrow
And she goes sailing no more

{Red sails in the sunset, way out on the sea}
Oh, carry my loved one home safely to me

Instrumental interlude

Swift wings you must borrow
Make straight for the shore
We marry tomorrow
And she goes sailing no more

{Red sails in the sunset}
Way out on the sea (ooh-wee-ooh, wee-ooh)
Oh, carry my loved one
{Home safely to me}

Everybody's Trying to Be My Baby
(Carl Perkins)

Well they took some honey from a tree
Dressed it up and they called it me