It Ain't Me, Babe
It don't matter to the sun
If you go or if you stay
I know the sun is gonna rise
Shine down on another day
There will still be a tomorrow
Even if you choose to leave
'Cause it don't matter to the sun (oh baby)
It matters to me
It ain't gonna stop the world
If you walk out that door
This old world will just keep on turning 'round (Turning 'round)
Like it did the day before
'Cause see to them it makes no difference (ohh)
It just keeps on keepin' time
'Cause it ain't gonna stop the world (Oh baby)<
Call Up
Written by Ian Bairnson
No one ever lived a thousand years
Not like things we do or say
Some of those who really changed this world
We would welcome back today
They could really light the way
So call up Otis
Call up Marvin
Call for Buddy. Bring them on
Call for Ludwig
And for Johann
We need Lennon. We mean John
Words live longer than a thousand years
Listen hard to what they say
Single voices that would change this world
We would welcome back today
They would really light the way
So call up Jimi
Let's have Stevie
Look for Miles to take the floor
Call for Billie
Yell for Ella
Call up Elvis. We'll need more
So call up Einstein
Bring back Darwin
Call for Newton, and Luther King
We need Ghandi
Call Da Vinci
Call for Jesus. And ask him in
If we live another thousand years
Who could help along the way?
Some of those who came and changed this world
We would welcome back today
They would really light the way
So call up Garbo
Let's have Mansfield
Maybe Monroe, no she's for sure
Call Sinatra
Come on Crosby
Is that Bogie at the door?
Bring on Bergman
How about Dietrich
Let's have James Dean leave the car
Call Picasso
We need Monet
Let's have Rembrandt and Renoir
Call up Groucho
Come on Gable
Bring on Hitchcock and let's get Wilde
Come on Gershwin
Let's call Porter
Maybe Duke could show some style
Call up Shakespeare
Bring on Byron
We need Shelley, and maybe Keats
Come on Wordsworth
Bring on Browning
Robert Burns, and HG Wells