Performer RANDY NEWMAN

Back On My Feet Again – Randy Newman

I’m a college man and I’m very wealthy I’ve got no time to trifle with trash like you Cause I must be ’bout my business My brother’s a machinist

Red Bandana – Randy Newman

Flew ‘cross the country back to Buffalo Walked around through the sleet and the snow With a red bandana on my head Saw my momma on 12th and Grand

Love Story – Randy Newman

I like your brother I like you And you like me too We’ll get a preacher I’ll buy a ring We’ll hire a band With an accordion A violin

God’s Song (That’s Why I Love Mankind) – Randy Newman

For if the children of Israel were to multiply Why must any of the children die? So he asked the Lord And the Lord said: Man means nothing, he

The One You Love – Randy Newman

I know you need a friend, someone you can talk to Who will understand what you’re going through When it comes to love, there’s no easy answer Only you

I’m Different – Randy Newman

Somethin’ about me It’s not the same, yeah I’m different and that’s how it goes Ain’t gonna play no goddamn game Got a different way a walkin’ I got

Kingfish – Randy Newman

In New Orleans there are Frenchmen everywhere But your house could fall down Your baby could drown Wouldn’t none of those Frenchmen care Everybody gather ’round Loosen up your

Roll With The Punches – Randy Newman

No food in their belly, no shoes on their feet Six black children livin’ in a burned-up room One bare light bulb swinging Little black kid come home from

I Want You To Hurt Like I Do – Randy Newman

And I ran out on my wife Gonna run out on you too, baby I done it all my life Everybody cried the night I left Well, almost everybody

New Orleans Wins The War – Randy Newman

But I been told We used to live on Willow near the Garden District Next to the Sugar Bowl Momma used to wheel me past an ice cream wagon

Sail Away – Randy Newman

Won’t have to run through the jungle And scuff up your feet You’ll just sing about Jesus and drink wine all day It’s great to be an American Ain’t

Take Me Back – Randy Newman

I was dealt a losing hand The way that I look And the way that I act It’s not hard to understand Sure I got troubles Maybe you got’em

The Blues – Randy Newman

Burned up in a factory in Springfield, Mass. He’s gonna tell you ’bout his baby brother Hustlin’ down the city streets And selling his ass for a dollar bag

Miami – Randy Newman

With the rhythm everywhere She’s a very fine girl And she’s been awfully nice to me When we walk as we sometimes do All the way out Collins Avenue

Short People – Randy Newman

Short People got no reason Short People got no reason Short People got no reason To live They got little hands Little eyes They walk around Tellin’ great big

Masterman And Baby J – Randy Newman

Always talkin’ ’bout how I got dynamite in every hand Hit it Me and my brother we live alone, got no television, got no telephone But when we walk

I Love L. A. – Randy Newman

It’s cold and it’s damp And all the people dressed like monkeys Let’s leave Chicago to the Eskimos That town’s a little too rugged For you and me, you

Political Science – Randy Newman

We may not be perfect, but heaven knows we try But all around, even our old friends put us down Let’s drop the big one and see what happens

Naked Man – Randy Newman

In the middle of a cold, cold night It was fourteen below and the wind start to blow There wasn’t a boy scout in sight Pull down the shades

Christmas In Capetown – Randy Newman

In Jungletown All the boogies in the street Radios turned up very loud Playin’ Dancing Queen They love our music This English girl from the North somewhere Is stayin’