1.Shy Boy
I'm sittin' in the window of a street cafe
Watchin' you walking by each day
It seems that you always wanna look my way
Hey, you can't deny, boy
You're such a shy boy
So good looking you seem to be
But you're too tongue-tied to say hi to me
You could make it happen so easily
Woah, i'll tell you why boy
'Cos i'm looking for a shy boy
Most guys advertise
By making eyes and telling lies
If you only knew
You could make your dreams come true
All you gotta do is ask me to
If this was a quiz on a tv show
And the prize was a guy who would love me so
Whatever they ask, the answer i know
Hey, my reply boy
Is gimme a shy boy
Most guys advertise
By making eyes and telling lies
If you only knew
You could make your dreams come true
All you gotta do is ask me to
Some guys act a bit too sure
And maybe you're thinkin' that less is more
But honey, you still gotta knock on my door
Hey, just try boy
And you could be my boy
I'll tell you why boy
I'm looking for a shy boy
Just try boy, you're such a shy boy
2.Fancy (live)
I remember it all very well lookin' back
It was the summer that I turned eighteen.
We lived in a one-room, run down shack
on the outskirts of New Orleans.
We didn't have money for food or rent
to say the least we were hard-pressed
when Momma spent every last penny we had
to buy me a dancin' dress.
Momma washed and combed and curled my hair,
then she painted my eyes and lips.
And I stepped into the satin dancin' dress.
It had a split in the side clean up to my hips.
It was red, velvet-trimmed,
to fit me good
and standin' back from the lookin' glass
was a woman
where a half grown kid had stood.
'Here's your one chance,
Fancy, don't let me down!
Here's your one chance,
Fancy, don't let me down.
Lord forgive me for what I do,
But if you want out then it's up to you
Don't let me down
your momma's gonna help you move uptown.'
Momma dabbed a bit of perfume
on my neck and she kissed my cheek
And I saw the tears well up
in her troubled eyes when she started to speak
She looked at our pitiful shack and then
she looked at me and took a ragged breath
Your Pa's run off, and I'm real sick
and the baby's gonna starve to death.
She handed me a heart-shaped locket that said
'To thine own self be true'
and I shivered as I watched a roach crawl across
the toe of my high-heal shoe
It sounded like somebody else who was talkin'
askin', 'Momma what do I do？'
Just be nice to the gentlemen, Fancy.
And they'll be nice to you.'
'Here's your one chance, Fancy,
don't let me down!
Here's your one chance, Fancy,
don't let me down.
Lord forgive me for what I do,
But if you want out then it's up to you
Don't let me down,
Your momma's gonna help you move uptown.'
Well that was the last time I saw my momma
The night I left that rickety shack
Cos welfare people came and took the baby.
Momma died and I ain't been back.
But the wheels of fate had started to turn
and for me there was no other way out.
And it wasn't very long till I knew exactly
what my ma had been talkin' 'bout.
I did what I had to do.
But I made myself a solemn vow：
That I was gonna to be a lady someday
though I don't know when or how.
I couldn't see spendin' the rest of my life
with my head hung down in shame.
I might have been born just plain white trash.
but Fancy was my name.
'Here's your one chance, Fancy,
don't let me down!
Here's your one chance, Fancy,
don't let me down.
It wasn't very long a benevolent man
took me in off the street
And one week later I was pourin' his tea
in a five roomed hotel suite.
Well I've charmed a king, a congressman
and an occasional aristocrat
and I've got me a Georgia mansion
and an elegant New York townhouse flat.
Now in this world there's a lot of self-righteous
hypocrites who call me bad.
And criticize Momma for turning me out
No matter how little we had.
And though I hadn't had to worry about nothin'
For nigh on fifteen years
I can still hear the desperation
in my poor mommas voice ringin' in my ears.
'Here's your one chance,
Fancy, don't let me down!
Here's your one chance,
Fancy, don't let me down.
Lord forgive me for what I do,
But if you want out then it's up to you
Don't let me down,
Your momma's gonna help you move uptown.'
3.Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas
Have yourself a merry little Christmas,
Let your heart be light
From now on,
our troubles will be out of sight
Have yourself a merry little Christmas,
Make the Yule-tide gay,
From now on,
our troubles will be miles away.
Here we are as in olden days,
Happy golden days of yore.
Faithful friends who are dear to us
Gather near to us once more.
Through the years
We all will be together,
If the Fates allow
Hang a shining star upon the highest bough.
And have yourself A merry little Christmas now.
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