1.Main Event Tribute By Howard Cosell Overture：
Artist：Featuring Woody Herman＆The Young Thundering Herd
a.It Was A Very Good Year
b.All The Way
c.My Kind Of Town
a.It Was A Very Good Year
Lyrics：Ervin M.Drake Music：Ervin M.Drake Arranger：Quincy
Jones／Billy Byers
When I was seventeen, it was a very good year.
It was a very good year for small town girls and soft summer
nights.
We'd hide from the light on the village green when I was
seventeen.
When I was twenty-one, it was a very good year.
It was a very good year for city
girls who lived up the stairs
With perfume hair that came undone
when I was twenty-one.
When I was thirty-five, it was a very good year.
It was a very good year for blue-blooded
girls of independent means.
We'd ride in limousines. Their chauffeurs
would drive when I was thirty-five.
But now the days are short, I'm in the
autumn of the year
and now I think of my life as vintage
wine from fine old kegs
From the brim to the dregs. It poured
sweet and clear. It was a very good year
b.All The Way
Written：Jimmy Van Heusen／Sammy Cahn Arranger：Nelson Riddle
When somebody loves you
It's no good unless he loves you - all the way
Happy to be near you
When you need someone to cheer you - all the way
Taller than the tallest tree is
That's how it's got to feel
Deeper than the deep blue see is
That's how deep it goes - if its real
When somebody needs you
It's no good unless he needs you - all the way
Through the good or lean years
And for all the in between years - come what may
Who know where the road will lead us
Only a fool would say
But if you'll let me love you
It's for sure I'm gonna love you - all the way, all the way
c.My Kind Of Town
Written：Sammy Cahn／Jimmy Van Heusen Arranger：Nelson Riddle
Now this could only happen to a guy like me
And only happen in a town like this
And so I say to each of you most gratefully
As I throw each one of you a kiss
This is my kind of town, Chicago is
My kind of town, Chicago is
My kind of people too
People who, smile at you
And each time I roam, Chicago is
Calling me home, Chicago is
One town that won't let you down
It's my kind of town
My kind of town, Chicago is
My kind of town, Chicago is
My kind of razzmatazz
And it has, all that jazz
And each time I leave, Chicago is
Tuggin' my sleeve, Chicago is
The Wrigley Building, Chicago is
The Chicago Cubbies, Chicago is
One town that won't let you down
It's my kind of town
2.The Lady Is A Tramp
Lyrics：Lorenz Hart
Music：Richard Rodgers
Arranger：Billy Byers
Artist：Featuring Woody Herman＆The Young Thundering Herd
She gets too hungry, for dinner at eight
She loves the theater, but doesn't come late
She'd never bother, with people she'd hate
That's why the lady is a tramp
Doesn't like crap games, with barons and earls
Won't go to Harlem, in ermine and pearls
Won't dish the dirt, with the rest of those girls
That's why the lady is a tramp
She loves the free, fresh wind in her hair
Life without care
She's broke, but it's o'k
She hates California, it's cold and it's damp
That's why the lady is a tramp
Doesn't like dice games, with sharpies and frauds
Won't go to Harlem, in Lincolns or Fords
Won't dish the dirt, with the rest of those broads
That's why the lady is a tramp
3.I Get A Kick Out Of You
Written：Cole Porter
Arranger：Nelson Riddle
Artist：Featuring Woody Herman＆The Young Thundering Herd
My story is much too sad to be told,
But practically everything leaves me totally cold.
The exception I know is the case
When I'm out on a quiet spree,
Fighting vainly the old ennui,
And I suddenly turn and see your fabulous face.
I get no kick from champagne.
Mere alcohol doesn't thrill me at all.
So tell me why should it be true
That I get a kick out of you？
Some, they may go for cocaine.
I'm sure that if I took even one sniff
It would bore me terrifically, too.
Yet I get a kick out of you.
I get a kick every time I see
You standing there before me.
I get a kick though it's clear to see
You obviously do not adore me.
I get no kick in a plane.
Flying too high with some gal in the sky
Is my idea of nothing to do.
Yet I get a kick - um you give me a boot - I get a kick out of
you.
4.Let Me Try Again
Lyrics：Michael Jourdan／Sammy Cahn／Paul Anka
Music：Vassori Caravelli
Arranger：Don Costa
Artist：Featuring Woody Herman＆The Young Thundering Herd
I know I said that I was leaving,
But I just couldn't say good-bye.
It was only self-deceiving
To walk away from someone who
Means everything in life to you.
You learn from every lonely day
I've learned and I've come back to stay.
Let me try again; let me try again.
Think of all we had before,
Let me try once more.
We can have it all, you and I again.
Just forgive me or I'll die.
Please let me try again.
I was such a fool to doubt you,
To try to go it all alone.
There's no sense to life without you.
Now all I do is just exist
And think about the chance I've missed.
To beg is not an easy task,
But pride is such a foolish mask.
Let me try again; let me try again.
Think of all we had before,
Let me try once more.
We can have it all, you and I again.
Just forgive me or I'll die.
Please let me try again.
5.Autumn In New York
Written：Vernon Duke
Arranger：Billy May
Artist：Featuring Woody Herman＆The Young Thundering Herd
Autumn in New York
Why does it seem so exciting (inviting)
Autumn in New York
It spells the thrill of first-knighting
Shimmering clouds - glimmering crowds (glittering crowds and
shimmering clouds)
In canyons of steel
They're making me feel - I'm home
It's autumn in New York
That brings a (the) promise of new love
Autumn in New York
Is often mingled with pain
Dreamers with empty hands
(They) All sigh for exotic lands
(But) It's autumn in New York
It's good to live it again
This autumn in New York
Transforms the slums into Mayfair
Autumn in New York
You'll need no castles in Spain
Lovers that bless the dark
On benches in Central Park
(But) It's autumn in New York
It's good to live it again
(- in New York)
6.I've Got You Under My Skin
Written：Cole Porter
Arranger：Nelson Riddle
Artist：Featuring Woody Herman＆The Young Thundering Herd
I've got you under my skin
I've got you deep in the heart of me
So deep in my heart, that you're really a part of me
I've got you under my skin
I've tried so not to give in
I've said to myself this affair never will go so well
But why should I try to resist, when baby will I know so well
That I've got you under my skin
I'd sacrifice anything come what might
For the sake of having you near
In spite of a warning voice that comes in the night
And repeats, repeats in my ear
Don't you know you fool, you never can win
Use your mentality, wake up to reality
But each time I do, just the thought of you
Makes me stop before I begin
'Cause I've got you under my skin
7.Bad, Bad Leroy Brown
Written：Jim Croce
Arranger：Don Costa
Artist：Featuring Woody Herman＆The Young Thundering Herd
Now the south side of Chicago
Is (It's) the baddest part of town
And if you (you're gonna) go down there, you better (just)
beware
Of a man (cat) named Leroy Brown
Now Leroy (Brown) he's trouble
And he stands about six feet four
All the downtown ladies call him： 'treetop lover'
The studs they call him： 'Sir'
(Yeah) He's bad, bad Leroy Brown
Meanest (baddest) man (cat) in the whole damn town
Badder that old King Kong
(And( (He's) Meaner that a junkyard dog
Now Leroy he's a gambler
And he likes (digs) his (those) fancy clothes
He likes to wave his (that) (great big ／ big fat) (shinny)
diamond ring(s)
Under (In front of) everybody's nose
He's got a custom Continental
He's got an Eldorado too
He's got a 22 (32) gun in his pocket for fun
He's got a razor in his (the razor in the) shoe
(Yeah) He's bad, bad Leroy Brown
Meanest (baddest) man (cat) in the whole damn town
Badder that old King Kong
(And (He's) Meaner that a junkyard dog
Now Friday - 'bout a week ago
Leroy shootin' dice
And at the end (edge) of the bar, sat (was) a lady (chick) named
Dorris (Morris)
Man she sure looked nice
And (Well／Then) he layed his eyes upon her
That's when the big scene (trouble soon) began
And Leroy Brown he learned a lesson 'bout messin'
With the wife of a jealous man
(Yeah) He's bad, bad Leroy Brown
Meanest (baddest) man (cat) in the whole damn town
Badder that old King Kong
(And) (He's) Meaner that a junkyard dog
8.Angel Eyes
Written：Earl Brent／Tom Adair／Matt Dennis
Arranger：Nelson Riddle
Artist：Featuring Woody Herman＆The Young Thundering Herd
Hey drink up all you people
Order anything you see
And have fun you happy people
The laugh and the drinks on me
Try to think that love's not around
Still it's uncomfortably near
My poor old heart ain't gaining any ground
Because my angel eyes ain't here
Angel eyes, that old Devil sent
They glow unbearably bright
Need I say that my love's mispent
Mispent with angel eyes tonight
So drink up all of you people
Order anything you see
And have fun you happy people
The drink and the laughs on me
Pardon me but I got to run
The fact's uncommonly clear
I got to find who's now the number one
And why my angel eyes ain't here
Excuse me while I disappear
9.You Are The Sunshine Of My Life
Written：Stevie Wonder
Arranger：Don Costsa
Artist：Featuring Woody Herman＆The Young Thundering Herd
You are the sunshine of my life
That's why I'll always be around
You are the apple of my eye
Forever you'll stay (be) in my heart
I know that this is the beginning
Though I loved you for one million years
But if I thought our love was ending
I'd find myself drowning in my own tears
You are the sunshine of my life
That's why I'll always be around
You are the apple of my eye
Forever you'll stay (be) in my heart
You must have known that I was lonely
Because you came to my rescue
And though I know that this is heaven
How could so much love be inside of you
You are the sunshine of my life
That's why I'll always be around
You are the apple of my eye
Forever you'll stay (be) in my heart
('Cause you are)
You are the sunshine - of my life
(Of my life, of my life)
(Light my fire baby, light my fire,...)
10.The House I Live In(That's America To Me)
Written：Earl Robinson／Lewis Allen
Arranger：Axel Stordahl
Artist：Featuring Woody Herman＆The Young Thundering Herd
Intro：
What is America to me
A name, a map, or a flag I see
A certain word, democracy
What is America to me
The house I live in
A plot of earth, a street
The grocer and the butcher
Or the people that I meet
The children in the playground
The faces that I see
All races and religions
That's America to me
The place I work in
The worker by my side
The little town the city
Where my people lived and died
The howdy and the handshake
The air a feeling free
And the right to speak your mind out
That's America to me
The things I see about me
The big things and the small
That little corner newsstand
Or the house a mile tall
The wedding and the churchyard
The laughter and the tears
And the dream that's been a growing
For more than two hundred years
The town I live in
The street, the house, the room
The pavement of the city
Or the garden all in bloom
The church the school the clubhouse
The millions lights I see
But especially the people
- Yes especially the people
That's America to me
11.My Kind Of Town
Written：Sammy Cahn／Jimmy Van Heusen
Arranger：Nelson Riddle
Artist：Featuring Woody Herman＆The Young Thundering Herd
Now this could only happen to a guy like me
And only happen in a town like this
And so I say to each of you most gratefully
As I throw each one of you a kiss
This is my kind of town, Chicago is
My kind of town, Chicago is
My kind of people too
People who, smile at you
And each time I roam, Chicago is
Calling me home, Chicago is
One town that won't let you down
It's my kind of town
My kind of town, Chicago is
My kind of town, Chicago is
My kind of razzmatazz
And it has, all that jazz
And each time I leave, Chicago is
Tuggin' my sleeve, Chicago is
The Wrigley Building, Chicago is
The Chicago Cubbies, Chicago is
One town that won't let you down
It's my kind of town
12.My Way
Written：Paul Anka／Claude Francois Ravaux／Gilles Thibault
Arranger：Don Costa
Artist：Featuring Woody Herman＆The Young Thundering Herd
And now, the end is near;
And so I face the final curtain.
My friend, I'll say it clear,
I'll state my case, of which I'm certain.
I've lived a life that's full.
I've traveled each and ev'ry highway;
But more, much more than this,
I did it my way.
Regrets, I've had a few;
But then again, too few to mention.
I did what I had to do
And saw it through without exemption.
I planned each charted course;
Each careful step along the byway,
But more, much more than this,
I did it my way.
Yes, there were times, I'm sure you knew
When I bit off more than I could chew.
But through it all, when there was doubt,
I ate it up and spit it out.
I faced it all and I stood tall;
And did it my way.
I've loved, I've laughed and cried.
I've had my fill; my share of losing.
And now, as tears subside,
I find it all so amusing.
To think I did all that;
And may I say - not in a shy way,
'No, oh no not me,
I did it my way'.
For what is a man, what has he got？
If not himself, then he has naught.
To say the things he truly feels;
And not the words of one who kneels.
The record shows I took the blows -
And did it my way!
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