| Snippet | Song |
| here we are now, entertain us | |
| we stand on guard for thee | |
| weather-wise it's such a lovely day | |
| you're back from outer space | |
| we don't need no thought control | |
| which nobody can deny | |
| it's the thrill of the fight | |
| I'll help you carry on | |
| reaching a fever pitch | |
| we'll have a gay old time | |
| you ain't never caught a rabbit | |
| tale as old as time | |
| the kid is not my son | |
| cheer up sleepy Jean | |
| in a land called Honalee | |
| oh, there goes gravity | |
| you know we'll have a good time then | |
| I'm going to Wichita | |
| we'll take a cup of kindness yet | |
| feel the beat of the tambourine | |
| hey, I just met you | |
| the pipes are calling | |
| amber waves of grain | |
| short and stout | |
| when skies are gray | |
| I'm a woman's man, no time to talk | |
| hey where did we go | |
| all that glitters is gold | |
| I see trees of green | |
| I'm gonna getcha, gonna getcha getcha | |
| we got fun and games | |
| Ground Control to Major Tom | |
| no time for losers | |
| shape of an L on her forehead | |
| I will lay me down | |
| tonight's gonna be a good night | |