CHARITY BALL – June & Jean Millington and Alice de Buhr

Dance! (Ooh) Stand! (Ooh)
Move to Charity Ball!
Dance! (Ooh) Stand! (Ooh)
Move to Charity Ball!
Get the musicians ready,
Get them good and hot,
Good and hot, (oooh)
Stand and deliver,
Deliver everything they’ve got.
You’ve got my number…
Charity Ball! (Ooh) Stand! (Ooh)
Move to Charity Ball!
Dance! (Ooh) Stand! (Ooh)
Move to Charity Ball!
Come on, grab a partner,
We’re gonna roll ‘til the break of dawn.
And I need you,
I need you, (I do)
I need you,
Charity Ball!
Now I’m ready – I wanna be there!
Yes, I’m ready – I wanna be there!
Oh, I’m ready – I wanna be there!
Charity Ball!
I wanna be there!
I wanna be there!
I wanna be there!

WHAT KIND OF LOVER – Nickey Barclay

What kind of lover do you think you are?
You drink me dry then you tell me you’re thirsty.
You get me thinking I’m a superstar
Then you try hard as you can to hurt me.
You’re making me lose my mind. What kind of a lover do you think you are?

What friend in trouble do you think you’d be?
You put me down then you tell me you need me.
You get me moving in a fantasy
Then you come ‘round and I let you bleed me.
You’re driving me past my prime. What kind of a lover do you think you are?

People say you love me. You talk about me all the time.
I want one straight answer
You ain’t making like a friend of mine, oh no.
I ain’t gonna let you get too far (some lover, some kind of lover)
You’re running me out of time. What kind of lover do you think you are?

People say you love me. You talk about me all the time.
I want one straight answer
You ain’t making like a friend of mine, oh no.
I ain’t gonna let you get too far
You’re driving me up the wall. What kind of lover do you think you are?
You drink me dry then you tell me you’re thirsty.
You get me thinking I’m a superstar
Then you try hard as you can to hurt me.
You’re making me lose my mind. What kind of a lover do you think you are?
You’re making me lose my mind. What kind of a lover do you think you are?

CAT FEVER – Nickey Barclay

Well, here’s a new element around the neighborhood, and the old ones don’t approve
And so the words being sent and it is understood that the young ones got to move
They got to keep their influential name
They’re not allowing us to stake a claim
It isn’t whether you can play the game, believe me.
It’s whether you shine your shoes.

I was home alone when they told me about your arrival on the tube
And I was glad to know the rumors about your survival weren’t true.
But now they’re calling you a superstar
You’re on the air no matter where they are
It isn’t whether you can play guitar, believe me
It’s whether you make the news

I threw a penny down the well so I could find out why I was turning for the worse
You put me under such a spell it blew my mind out and now I’m burning – call a nurse
Oh, I believe I’m gonna fade away
They will be coming for me any day
There’s nothing more that I can do or say, believe me
I’ve certainly got the blues

I got the fever, sure got the fever
Cat Fever – repeat

A PERSON LIKE YOU – Nickey Barclay

You’re not the kind of friend I’d like to take home to my mother.
She wouldn’t understand someone I could love like a brother.
And me, I must admit you are not like any other –
I have never known a person like you.

When I come home at night, you’re always there waiting for me
Climb in, turn out the light and tell me a bedtime story.
And me, I feel so right. I know I don’t have to worry.
It comes easy with a person like you.

My folks say they’re doubting your intentions.
You don’t live according to conventions.
That’s alright. I can make it with a friend like you.

My folks say I’ve lost my inhibitions.
We’re not in the usual positions.
That’s alright. I’m can take it with a friend like you.

True, I don’t understand what comes as your motivation.
But when you take my hand, we make a good combination.
And if the laughter’s canned, I won’t complain to the station.
I can take it from a person like you.

You’re not the kind of friend I’d like to take home to my mother.
She wouldn’t understand someone I could love like a brother.
And me, I must admit you are not like any other –
I have never known a person like you.
I have never known a person like you.

WHAT’S WRONG WITH ME? – Jean Millington

What’s wrong with me?
Nothing seems to make me go
Can I go on thinkin’ – believin’
I’ll find a reason to try tomorrow
Maybe I can start out slow, slower than I need to

What’s wrong with me?
Why am I afraid to grow?
Can it be that I’m living, but not giving?
How much more am I afraid to know
Maybe I’m a talking show, but maybe I need you

Sometimes I really do feel good about myself
But when I’m lazy, ooh, it drives me crazy
Sometimes I feel I’ve got to be like someone else, but then I only let me down.

Ooh, what’s wrong with me?
Nothing seems to make me go
Can I go on thinkin’ – believin’
I’ll find a reason to try tomorrow
Maybe I can start out slow, slower than I need to

Aah aah, etc

SOUL CHILD – Nickey Barclay and June Millington

Baby come easy, she’s been around for a long time.
Don’t try to please her, she’ll bring you down at the wrong time.
Well, she says she won’t but you know she will ‘cause she’s goin’ to school on her daddy’s bill, and she knows she’s cool ‘cause she’s on the pill
You better look out, girl – you got to learn how to get along in this world.

Go on and play girl taking a swing on a slide.
What do you say girl. How does it feel on the inside?
Well, she keeps a stash that she got for free, doesn’t need the cash, doesn’t pay the fee, thinks it’s gonna last ‘cause she’s got the key
You better look out, girl – you got to learn how to get along in this world.

Baby don’t know it. She’s gonna pay for the high time.
Tries not to show it, but she’s unable to buy time.
Well, she sells her sweets and she names the price, but between the sheets she’s as cold as ice, and the ones who know never come back twice.
You better look out, girl – you got to learn how to get along in this world.

Look out girl…..Look out girl etc.

THINKING OF YOU – June Millington

You, thinking of you, afraid to make you mine, and cross the line,
It’s true, being with you, I need you more each day in every way, I do.
What can I say? I want to run the other way.
Loving’s such a game. Loving’s such a game.

I’ve been here before, but I keep rushing back, wanting more and more,
fanning the flame. I wonder how we met, as I forget your name.
What can I do? I need to love more than I need you.
Loving’s such a game. Loving’s such a game.

Right or wrong, it’s beautiful to laugh and love and feel this way.
Take it anyway, take it anyway – thinking of you

You, thinking of you, dancing through the day in that special way you do,
leave with more than I’ve ever felt or given up before.
What can I say! I want to run the other way.
Loving’s such a game. Loving’s such a game. Lovin’s such a game.
Thinking of you.

YOU’RE THE ONE – June & Jean Millington

Oooh baby, I can make you come to me
Oooh baby, I can make you run
I’m cold as ice and hot as the sun.
I can hypnotize, and oooh, you’re the one.

Oooh baby, I can make you follow me.
Oooh baby, I can make you come.
I’m cold as ice and hot as the sun.
See it in your eyes, and oooh, you’re the one.

I don’t want to play a game, so let’s get right down to it.
I mean every word I say, I just need a chance to prove it.
Oooh oooh!

Oooh baby, won’t you give your love to me.
Oooh baby, you make me run.
Now the time is right, and I’ve just begun.
Need you every night, ‘cause, oooh you’re the one.

I don’t want to play a game, so let’s get right down to it.
I mean every word I say, I just need a chance to prove it.
Oooh oooh!
You’re the one – repeat

PLACE IN THE COUNTRY – Nickey Barclay

Standing on a hilltop, wishing on a quick star, enemies all around me
Got to make a rest stop, wonder where my friends are, it’s about time they found me.
Well I’m caught in the middle of a shooting war, can’t even gather what I’m fighting for, hate to imagine what they’ve got in store…
Somebody put the heat on me! Who could it be now, who could it be?

Stranded by the seaside, waiting out the high tide, taking a short vacation
Wading through the hot crowd, laughing at ‘em out loud, crying in desperation.
Well I’m caught in the current and I’m going down. Ain’t got a will and I’m about to drown. I hope they can forward all my bags to town
Somebody’s out to blow my mind. They’re doing fine, now….doin’ so fine

All I need is some time to myself, and a place in the country.
That’s what I got to find now, a place in the country

Waiting by the highway, people going my way, making like they ignore me
Running from the rat race, smiling with a false face, searching the road before me
I’m hot on the trail of something I can’t find. I can’t pay my ticket and I’m going blind
I think I discovered I’ve been left behind
Somebody wants to use my name. It’s a shame, now, ain’t it a shame.

All I need is some time to escape, and a place in the country.
That’s what I need now, a place in the country. Etc

A LITTLE WHILE LATER – Nickey Barclay

A little while later, we drifted off to sleep, still puzzled by our conversation.
Been a long time talking – I was getting in too deep,
or, just too far above my station.

You tried to tell me a fairy tale or two in twisted words beyond my reason.
Your coach is waiting, there’s nothing I can do,
and I think it’s time you were leaving.

It’s not that you give me the only thing I need, nor yet the only love I’ve tasted.
But I’d mistaken the plans you had for me
and it’s a shame to see them wasted.

Chorus: Oooh – and I ain’t got a hand to guide me
Oooh – and I ain’t got a friend beside me
Oooh – and I do need a place to hide me from all of the troubles that bother my head.

For some time lately, I’ve been noticing a change in the way you feel about me.
It doesn’t bother me greatly, it isn’t very strange.
I knew you’d learn to do without me.

You say you want me to give some time to you, to set your thoughts a little straighter.
I do believe you, believe me yes I do.
But I would like to see you later.
Chorus: Oooh – and I ain’t got a hand to guide me
Oooh – and I ain’t got a friend beside me
Oooh – and I ain’t got a friend to hide me from all of the troubles that bother my head.

A little while later, we drifted off to sleep, still puzzled by our conversation.
Been a long time talking – I was getting in too deep.
Maybe just too far above my station.

Chorus: Oooh – and I ain’t got a hand to guide me
Oooh – and I ain’t got a friend beside me
Oooh – and I ain’t got a place to hide me
Oooh – and I ain’t got a hand to guide me
Repeat on fade….