CAN’T HELP WHAT I FEEL I came into town for a one night stand Was I to know she was out to land her man, tonight? Well, I was caught unaware While trying to be debonnaire and trite She bought me a drink and we talked until two Already it was much too late to review those rules of mine Now, I just hope that it’s real ‘Cause I can’t help what I feel tonight I used to be a loner, in but around Hanging out in honky-tonks and playing rebounds But, now those days are over, I’ve taken her cue What else could I do? Now I’m content to kick my shoes off Oh, the feeling is right There’ll be no more running while my baby’s in sight I guess I’ll have to reveal That I can’t help what I feel, well all right I used to be a loner, in but around Hanging out in honky-tonks and playing rebounds But, now those days are over, I’ve taken her cue What else could I do? You’d be content to kick your shoes off If the feeling is right There’ll be no more running while your baby’s in sight I guess I’ll have to reveal That you can’t help what you feel No way to conceal what you’re beginning to feel Have to reveal that you can’t help what you feel, tonight words and music by Johnny Stephen Zawacki written May 6, 1980 - Ann Arbor, Michigan © 1980 Johnny Stephen Zawacki © 2001 Piano Street Music (BMI)

DIDDY-WA-DIDDIE There’s a great big mystery, and it sure has been worrying me It’s Diddy-Wa-Diddie, yeah Diddy-Wa-Diddie I wish somebody’d tell me what Diddy-Wa-Diddie means I went out, and I walked around, somebody said, “lookey who’s in town It’s Diddy-Wa-Diddie, yeah Diddy-Wa-Diddie I wish Somebody’d tell me what Diddy-Wa-Diddie means Had a little girl, about 4 foot-four, come on babe, won’t ‘cha give me some more Of your Diddy-Wa-Diddie, yeah Diddy-Wa-Diddie I wish somebody’d tell me what Diddy-Wa-Diddie means (“scat” break) Went to church, my hat on the seat, lady said, “Usher, that sure is sweet Your Diddy-Wa-Diddie, yeah Didy-Wa-Diddie” I wish somebody’d tell me what Diddy-Wa-Diddie means Come on baby, I gotta go, gimme that thing you sittin’ on Your Diddy-Wa-Diddie, your Diddy-Wa-Diddie I wish somebody’d tell me what Diddy-Wa-Diddie means (“scat” break) Now, all my friends, they startin’ to cuss, ‘cuz I talk about Diddy-Wa-Diddie too much Oh, Diddy-Wa-Diddie, yeah Diddy-Wa-Diddie I wish somebody’d tell me what Diddy-Wa-Diddie means I wish somebody’d tell me what Diddy-Wa-Diddie means I wish somebody’d tell me what Diddy-Wa-Diddie means Traditional - Public Domain words and music by Blind Blake arranged by Leon Redbone © 1977 Please and Thank You Music (BMI)

A LITTLE CONFUSED words and music by Johnny Stephen Zawacki I’ll start my day and get the feeling that things’ll go smoothly All my worries and cares are nowhere to be found Everything that I see, even jokes played on me seem amusing I carry my load with my feet off the ground But, then I fall out of bed, a cloud looms overhead and I’m crying A tears on my face and I feel so disgraced and abused Everyone that I see, they seem to think that I’m lying Sometimes I have to admit it, I get a little confused I remember a time when that girl of mine let me miss her I was waiting at home, just for her to return Out on her own, I should’ve known she was no beginner Like a fool I would say, “I’ve got nothing to learn” But, then I fall out of bed, a cloud looms overhead and I’m crying A tears on my face and I feel so disgraced and abused Everyone that I see, they seem to think that I’m lying Sometimes I have to admit it, I get a little confused Instrument Break (equal to verse) But, then I fall out of bed, a cloud looms overhead and I’m crying A tears on my face and I feel so disgraced and abused Everyone that I see, they seem to think that I’m lying Sometimes I have to admit it, I get a little confused I’ll be walking along, just whistling a song in the evening The light of the moon, it tells me, I’m the only one there Sometimes being alone, to me, is a very good feeling Taking my time and going nowhere But, then I fall out of bed, a cloud looms overhead and I’m crying A tears on my face and I feel so disgraced and abused Everyone that I see, they seem to think that I’m lying Sometimes I have to admit it, I get a little confused (x3) written October 14, 1979 - Ann Arbor, Michigan © 1980 Johnny Stephen Zawacki © 2003 Piano Street Music (BMI)

DON’T ASK ME WHY words and music by Johnny Stephen Zawacki I try to hard, that’s what they’ve said Don’t drop your guard, take time instead But, I can’t wait here alone Don’t break my heart by leaving Don’t go This isn’t what I had in mind There’s more that I want, and you know I That I can’t wait here alone Don’t break my heart by leaving Don’t go Don’t ask me why I love you You know the reasons never change Don’t ask me why I’m crying I’m crying out your name Instrument Break (equal to verse) What do you want? Don’t tell me lies All that I’ve got is yours, though I Though I can’t wait here alone Don’t break my heart by leaving Don’t break my heart by leaving Don’t break my heart by leaving Don’t go © 1998 Piano Street Music (BMI)

NEVER CHANGE (AN OLD SAILORS LAMMENT) Once I was a young man, left my love and my home Spent those days on the open sea, my boyhood, I said, I’ve outgrown But, I didn’t know that it took more to grow Than a port in a land that was strange And if my father were here, his voice would be clear “My son, at no age will you change?” Through the years, I’ve had riches, more than my pocket could store Fortune has never been dearer, than when I was far from the shore Far and away, I’d continue to stay, away from the masses disdain Refusing to be ever far from the sea, and refusing to ever be changed I still wear the clothes of a sailor, but the sea will have me no more And that which I saw as a youth, no dreaming can ever restore And I’ll stare at the sea, thinking “How could it be This old man has nothing to gain? Alone all his life, never taking a wife, and never quite taking to change” Yes, I’ll stare at the sea, thinking “How could it be This old man has nothing to gain? Alone all his life, never taking a wife, and never quite taking to change No, and never quite taking to change” words and music by Johnny Stephen Zawacki written - Ann Arbor, Michigan © 1980 Johnny Stephen Zawacki

I Wanna Go Home Sailed on the Sloop John B, while Grandaddy and me Ran Nassau town, we did roam We been drinking all night, got into a fight Yeah, I feel so broke up, I wanna go home Hoist up the John B sails, see how the main sail sets Send for the Captain, ashore, and let me go home I wanna go home, I wanna go home Cuz I feel so broke up, I wanna go home Yes, I do - Feel so broke up, I wanna go home Captain’s a wicked man, and he gets drunk any time he can And he don’t give a damn for Grandpappy no, nor me He kicks us around and he knocks us about Well, I feel so broke up I, I wanna go home Hoist up the John B sail, see how the main sail sets Send for the Captain, ashore, and let me go home I wanna go home, I wanna go home Cuz I feel so broke up, I wanna go home Yes, I do - I feel so broke up, I wanna go home Traditional Sea Shanty - Public Domain

Blow the Man Down As I was a-walkin’ down Paradise Street, To me! Way, hey, blow the man down A pretty young damsel I chanced for to meet Give me some time to blow the man down She was round in the corner and bluff in the bow… Way, hey, blow the man down So I took in all sail and cried “Way enough now”… Give me some time to blow the man down I threw out my hawser and took her in tow Way, hey, blow the man down And yardarm to yardarm away did we go Give me some time to blow the man down She said to me “Sir, will you stand the treat?” Way, hey, blow the man down “Delighted,” says I, “for a charmer so sweet” Give me some time to blow the man down It was up in her quarters she piped me aboard Way, hey, blow the man down And there on her bed I cut loose with my sword Give me some time to blow the man down But just as my cutter was forging ahead Way, hey, blow the man down She shouted “My husband!” and jumped out of bed Give me some time to blow the man down He was seven feet tall, had a chest like a horse Way, hey, blow the man down And right for my jawbone he plotted his course Give me some time to blow the man down He loosened my rigging, he kicked me in stays Way, hey, blow the man down I flew down the stairs like a ship on the way Give me some time to blow the man down I chanced on a packet that happened on by Way, hey, blow the man down And when I awoke I was bound for Shanghai Give me some time to blow the man down So, come all ye laddies who follow the sea Way, hey, blow the man down Don’t never take heed of what fair damsels say Give me some time to blow the man down Traditional Sea Shanty - Public Domain

What Shall We Do with a Drunken Sailor? What shall we do with a drunken sailor? What shall we do with a drunken sailor? What shall we do with a drunken sailor earlie in the mornin'? Way, hey, and up she rises Way, hey, and up she rises Way, hey, and up she rises, earlie in the mornin' Put 'im in the cabin with the captain's daughter Put 'im in the cabin with the captain's daughter Put 'im in the cabin with the captain's daughter, earlie in the mornin' Way, hey, and up she rises Way, hey, and up she rises Way, hey, and up she rises, earlie in the mornin' Put 'im in the scuppers with the hose pipe on 'im Put 'im in the scuppers with the hose pipe on 'im Put 'im in the scupper with the hose pipe on 'im, earlie in the mornin' Way, hey, and up she rises Way, hey, and up she rises Way, hey, and up she rises, earlie in the mornin' Heave 'im by the leg with a runnin' bowline Heave 'im by the leg with a runnin' bowline Heave 'im by the leg with a runnin' bowline, earlie in the mornin Way, hey, and up she rises Way, hey, and up she rises Way, hey, and up she rises, earlie in the mornin' Shave his belly with a rusty razor Shave his belly with a rusty razor Shave his belly with a rusty razor, earlie in the mornin' Way, hey, and up she rises Way, hey, and up she rises Way, hey, and up she rises, earlie in the mornin' Throw 'im in the longboat, 'til he's sober Throw 'im in the longboat. 'til he's sober Throw 'im in the longboat, 'til he's sober, earlie in the mornin' Way, hey, and up she rises Way, hey, and up she rises Way, hey, and up she rises, earlie in the mornin' Pull out the plug and wet 'im all over Pull out the plug and wet 'im all over Pull out the plug and wet 'im all over, earlie in the mornin' Way, hey, and up she rises Way, hey, and up she rises Way, hey, and up she rises, earlie in the mornin' Give 'im the hair of the dog that bit 'im Give 'im the hair of the dog that bit 'im Give 'im the hair of the dog that bit 'im, earlie in the mornin' Way, hey, and up she rises Way, hey, and up she rises Way, hey, and up she rises, earlie in the mornin' Put 'im in charge of an Exxon tanker Put 'im in charge of an Exxon tanker Put 'im in charge of an Exxon tanker, earlie in the mornin' Way, hey, and up she rises Way, hey, and up she rises Way, hey, and up she rises, earlie in the mornin' Oh, that's what we'll do with a drunken sailor That's what we'll do with a drunken sailor Yeah, that's what we'll do with a drunken sailor, earlie in the mornin' Oh, that's what we'll do with a drunken sailor That's what we'll do with a drunken sailor Yeah, that's what we'll do with a drunken sailor, earlie in the mornin' Traditional English Sea Shanty - Public Domain Additional lyric by Johnny Stephen Zawacki © 1989 Piano Street Music, BMI