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Now That’s What I Call Music! 37
Disc 1
01. MMMBop
02. I Wanna Be the Only One
03. Lovefool
04. Just a Girl
05. Ecuador
06. Where Do You Go
07. Who Do You Think You Are
08. Free
09. Closer Than Close
10. Star People (Forthright edit)
11. Don't Let Go (Love)
12. You Might Need Somebody
13. C U When U Get There
14. Smokin' Me Out
15. I Believe I Can Fly
16. Wonderful Tonight
17. The Journey
18. Isn't It a Wonder
19. Quit Playing Games (With My Heart)
20. Hey DJ! (Play That Song)
21. I'll Be (radio edit)
Disc 2
01. If I Never See You Again
02. Staring at the Sun
03. Bitter Sweet Symphony
04. Love Is The Law
05. 100 Mile High City
06. Old Before I Die
07. Guiding Star
08. Young Boy
09. A Change Would Do You Good
10. Paranoid Android
11. Halo
12. Sun Hits the Sky
13. Waltzing Along
14. On Your Own
15. Scooby Snacks
16. The Saint
17. Nightmare
18. Ain't Nobody
19. Something Goin' On
20. Give Me Love
One night Farmer Brown was taking the air
Locked up the barnyard with the greatest of care
Into the henhouse something stirred
When he hollered "Who's there?"
This is what he heard

There ain't nobody here but us chickens
Ain't nobody here at all
So quiet yourself, stop all that fuss
There ain't nobody here but us
Hey, kindly point that gun the other way
And hobble, hobble, hobble off and hit the hay

'Cause there ain't nobody here but us chickens
Ain't nobody here at all
You stompin' around, and shakin' the ground
You're kickin' up an awful dust
We chickens tryin' to sleep and you butt in
And hobble, hobble, hobble, hobble, with your chin

'Cause tomorrow is a busy day
We got things to do, we got eggs to lay
Ground to dig and worms to scratch
It takes a lot of sittin', gettin' chicks to hatch

There ain't nobody here but us chickens
Nobody at all
So quiet yourself, stop all that fuss
There ain't nobody here but us
And kindly point that gun the other way
And hobble, hobble, hobble till you hit the hay

Well tomorrow is a busy day
We got things to do, we got eggs to lay
Ground to dig and worms to scratch
It takes a lot of sittin', gettin' chicks to hatchAin't nobody here but us roosters
Ain't nobody at all
So quiet yourself and stop all that fuss
There ain't nobody here but us
And kindly point that gun the other way
And hobble, hobble, hobble till the break of day.

Hey boss man, now what you say?
It's easy-pickin's
Ain't nobody here but us chickens.