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When the whole world seems wrong
Just learn the words of a simple song, Of blue skies above, Be a troubadour and all is love. When April showers stray The silver lining will come they say, And singin' in the rain's the thing That those happy days again will bring. So, everybody sing, everybody sing! Let the sound of your voice turn winter to spring. Everybody's gay, everybody's gay! Oh, say can't you hear the orchestra play? Everybody sing, everybody start! You can't go wrong with a song in your heart. Everybody sing, get into the swing, Get happy, everybody sing. Yeah, everybody sing, come on now, everybody sing! Let the sound of your voice turn winter to spring. Everybody's gay, everybody's gay! Oh, say can't you hear la-da-de-oo-de-lay-de-lay-o? Everybody sing, everybody start. You can't go wrong with a song in your heart. Everybody sing, come on now get into that swing Go Do Re Mi Fa So La Si Do Do Re Mi Fa So La Si Do Everybody sing, everybody sing! Let the sound of your voice turn winter to spring. Sing before breakfast, help the birdies along. Before you have your buttered toast, have a song. Sing before breakfast, never quiet a thing. Before you eat your shredded wheat, sing, sing, sing! Sing a song of sixpence, pocket full of rye Four and twenty blackbirds baked into a pie. When the pie was opened and set before the king, Four and twenty blackbirds started into sing. Sing a melody of love, a song will win your lady fair. Sing a song that mentions love and you will yi-yi-yi-yi-yi-yi-yi-yi. Sing a song of cheer again, The skies above will be clear again, Those happy days are here again, Sing a song of cheer again. If you worry, if you fret, if you're getting deep in debt, Let your frown turn summerset, get yourself a good quartet. In the evening by the moonlight you can hear those darkies singin'. Sing good, sing bad, Sing loud, sing soft, Sing sweet, sing hot, Sing! Everybody sing, everybody sing! Let the sound of your voice turn winter to spring. Everybody's gay, everybody's gay! Oh, say can't you hear la-da-de-oo-de-lay-de-lay-o? Everybody sing, everybody start. You can't go wrong with a song in your heart Everybody sing, get into the swing, Go Do Re Me Fa So La Si Do Get Happy, get happy And everybody sing! |
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There's an old love refrain that has known the world over,
It's sweetness both princes and peasants may calim, Like a bird on the wing or a bee in the clover, No matter the language the song is the same. Go to sleep, my baby, go to sleep, While the stars above begin to peep, They're lighting the windows of heaven, angels watch over you. From the windows of heaven, mother's watching you too. Sleep, my baby, sleep. From the windows of heaven, mother's watching you too. Sleep, my baby, sleep. |
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Did you ever wonder why in thunder
Thunder comes in spring? Once upon a time it seems All the world was wrapped in dreams. Playful little fellas, so they tell us Said Let's have our fling! Spring is in the air, you know! It's time to wake 'em up below! So, when the thunder starts to thunder don't run home and cry. They're playing ten-pins in the sky. Little fellas way up yonder make the raindrops fly While rollin', bowlin' ten-pins in the sky. The world will wear a new bonnet Daffodils on it, Thanks to the skies above. Thunder and showers Wake up the flowers, Where there are flowers there must be love. So, laugh at raindrops, laugh at thunder, Clouds will soon roll by. They're playing ten-pins in the sky! |
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Somewhere over the rainbow, way up high
There's a land that I heard of once in a lullaby Somewhere over the rainbow, skies are blue And the dreams that you dare to dream really do come true Someday I'll wish upon a star And wake up where the clouds are far behind me Where troubles melt like lemon drops Away above the chimney tops That's where you'll find me Somewhere over the rainbow, bluebirds fly Birds fly over the rainbow Why then, oh why can't I? If happy little bluebirds fly beyond the rainbow Why, oh why can't I? |
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DOROTHY: Did you just hear what I just heard?
LION: That noise don't come from no ordinary bird. DOROTHY: It may be just a cricket , or a critter in the trees. TIN MAN: It's giving me the jitters, in the joints around my knees. SCARECROW: I think I see a jijik, and he's fuzzy and he's furry. I haven't got a brain but I think I ought to worry. TIN MAN: I haven't got a heart, but I got a palpitation. LION: As Monarch of the forest, I don't like the sitchy-ation DOROTHY: Are you gonna stand around and let him fill us full of horror? LION: I'd like to roar him down, but I think I lost my roarer. TIN MAN: It's a whozis. SCARECROW: It's a whosis? LION: It's a whatzis. SCARECROW: It's a whatzis? TIN MAN: Whozat? LION: Whozat? DOROTHY (singing chorus): Who's that hiding, In the tree top? It's that rascal The Jitterbug. Should you catch him Buzzin' round you, Keep away from The Jitterbug. Oh, the bats and the bees And the breeze in the trees Have a terrible, horrible buzz. But the bats and the bees And the breeze in the trees Couldn't do what the Jitterbug does. So be careful Of that rascal Keep away from The Jitterbug! |
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Fifteen thousand times a day
I hear a voice within me say Hide yourself behind the screen You shouldn't be heard, you shouldn't be seen You're just an awful in between That's what I am and in between It's just like small pox quarantine I can't do this, I can't go there I'm just a circle in a square I don't fit in anywhere I"m past the stage of dull and carriage I'm not the age to think of marriage I'm too old for toys and I'm too young for boys I'm just an in between I'm not a child or children bore me I'm not grown up, grown ups ignore me And in every sense I'm just on a fence I'm just an in between I'll be glad when momma let's me go to dances And have romances I'll be glad to have a party dress that boys will adore A dress that touches the floor I'm sick and tired of bedtime story I'm so inspired by love and glories But I guess it's no use, I still get mother goose I'm just an in between I'm allow to go to pictures shows That is if nurse is feeling able But we only go to Mickey Mouse I'm not allowed Clarke Gable It's such an imposition For a girl who's got ambition To be an in between My dad says I should bother more About my lack of grammar Huh, the only thing that bothers me Is my lack of glamor Why if I could use a lipstick and a powder pop Who knows I might be [Incomprehensible] in the rough Instead of in between I'll be glad when uncle Jim can't call me precious child That simply drives me wild I'll be glad to have a date that doesn't grow on a trees A date that's not history I'll be so glad when I have [Incomprehensible] All by myself, I get so lonesome And I hope and pray for the day when I'll be sweet sixteen Then I won't have to be an in between |
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For fifteen years I've played a waiting game
I've suffered like they do in Russian plays But if what's in store is really what they claim I must admit that suffering really pays For fifteen years I've been just like a prisoner in a cell For fifteen years my life has been just - awful From one to four was such a bore I remember how I hated having all those people paw all over me and talk baby talk, they'd say goo-goo, isn't she cunning. Poor dear, she has her father's nose, ah-tic-a-tic-a-tic-a-tic-a-tic-a. The years from five to eight I hate, I've grown into a very unattractive child and consequently was utterly and completely ignored. But I didn't really mind, I had a book of Mother Goose and Mother Goose is pretty hot stuff when you're five years old. At nine I had the measles so that didn't count. At ten I'd reached the performing stage and at the drop of a hat mother would call me in and have me sing The Rosary for her guests. I never will forget how papa used to squirm when I hit that high note. From eleven to thirteen I'd rather not speak of. It was bad enough having Jimmy Doogan pull my hair in school but it was positively humiliating to have my own mother refer to me as her dear little ugly duckling At fourteen I had my first taste of romance. It was at a party at dancing school and he was younger than I was, shorter than I was. Oh but he had a wonderful name - Archibold. And he really like me too, he really did but I had to go and spoil it all. I asked him right out if he'd be my best beau. That was the last I ever saw of him. By now I was fifteen and pretty miserable. Mother refused to let me wear any lipstick or rouge and I went around looking as pale as death. It was then that I decided to join the monastary. And I would have too, if it hadn't been for Bing Crosby. I was afraid they wouldn'thave any radios in monastaries. So, I devoted my fifteenth year to Kraft cheese. But now it's a different story, I can brush away the tears And lau-augh at those awful fifteen years - For now I'm ... Sweet Sixteen and I've got my first long dress I can even have a date one night a week I can paint my lips a little and rouge my cheeks I'm sweet sixteen but I really must confess Although this grown up life isn't simple I wouldn't change places with Shirley Temple Gee it's great to be just as free as the birds - above me I'm a Juliet out to get a Romeo to love me I ask you, please forget that I was an in-between I mean my flags unfurled, I'm a woman of the world I'm sweet sixteen... |
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Never could carry a tune, never knew where to start
You came along when everything was wrong and put a song in my heart Dear when you smiled at me, I heard a melody It haunted me from the start Something inside of me started a symphony Zing! Went the strings of my heart 'Twas like a breath of spring, I heard a robin sing About a nest set apart All nature seemed to be in perfect harmony Zing! Went the strings of my heart [Chorus] Your eyes made skies seem blue again What else could I do again But keep repeating through and through "I love you, love you" I still recall the thrill, guess I always will I hope 'twill never depart Dear, with your lips to mine, a rhapsody divine Zing! Went the strings of my heart Dear when you smiled at me, I heard a melody It haunted me from the start Something inside of me started a symphony Zing! Went the strings of my heart 'Twas like a breath of spring, I heard a robin sing About a nest set apart All nature seemed to be in perfect harmony Zing! Went the strings of my heart [Chorus] I still recall the thrill, I guess I always will I hope 'twill never depart Dear, with your lips to mine, a rhapsody divine Zing! Oh, Oh, Oh went the strings of my heart |
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Oceans apart and with only the blue between
Since we're apart I'm yearning I tell my heart we must wait for another dawn when he may be returning How I regret the night he sailed for another shore Will he come into sight to leave my arms no more? I'll kiss him again He'll know right from the very start that we were never meant to be oceans apart Oceans apart and with only the blue between us Since we're apart I'm yearning I'll kiss him again He'll know right from the very start that we were never meant to be oceans apart. |
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Once there was a barber, a barber who lived in Spain.
He was a barbering fool, a shaving fool, a shaving fool, from Spain. He was kind of crazy, he was always singing in the rain. His name was Figaro the barber of Seville. Hi-ho. Hi-de-ho. Figaro. Hi-de-ho-de-ho-de-ho-he-he-higaro. Fide-fode-fode-fode-fig-fig-Figaro. Figaro was Spanish. Everytime there was a bull fight, he'd quit. Shave and a hair cut, six bits. Hi-de-ho, Figaro. Hi-de-ho, Figaro. Hi-de-ho-ho-de-ho, fig-fig-Figaro. Hi-de-ho, Figaro. Hi-de-ho, Figaro. Hi-de-ho-ho-de-ho, fig-fig-Figaro. Ho-ha-ha-ha, zig-zig-zig-zig-zig-zigaro Ho-ha-ha-ha, fig-fig-fig-fig-fig-Figaro. Hi-de-ho, Figaro. Hi-de-fig. Hi-de-fig. Figaro! Were gona work it out tonight. |
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Embrace me, my sweet embraceable you!
Embrace me, you irreplaceable you! Just one look at you My heart grew tipsy in me, You and you alone Bring out the Gypsy in me! I love all, the many charms about you! Above all, I want my arms about you! Don't be a naughty baby, Come to papa, come to papa, do! My sweet embraceable you! |
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I've been away from you a long time
I never thought I'd miss you so Somehow I feel, your love is real, Near you I long to be!The birds are singing, it is song time The banjos strummin' soft and low I know that you Yearn for me too; Swanee, you're calling me!Swanee! How I love you, how I love you My dear old Swanee! I'd give the world to be Among the folks in D-I-X-I-E - ven now my Mammy's waiting for me, Praying for me Down by the SwaneeThe folks up north will see me no more When I go to the Swanee Shore!Swanee! How I love you, how I love you My dear old Swanee! I'd give the world to be Among the folks in D-I-X-I-E - ven now my Mammy's waiting for me, Praying for me Down by the SwaneeThe folks up north will see me no more When I go to the Swanee Shore! Swanee, Swanee, I'm coming back to Swanee! Mammy, Mammy, I love the old folks at home!Swanee, Swanee, I am coming back to Swanee! Mammy, Mammy, I love the old folks at home! |
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I'm nobody's baby
I wonder why Each night and day I pray the Lord up above Please send me down somebody to love But nobody wants me I'm blue somehow Won't someone hear my plea and take a chance with me Because I'm nobody's baby now Nobody's baby And I've got to know the reason why Last week I was walking down the street and met a boy and I said "Hey! Maybe I was meant for you" But he only shook his head and said "Goodbye" He kept on walking down the avenue Nobody wants me I'm mighty blue somehow Won't someone hear my plea and take a chance with me Because I'm nobody's baby now |
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Oh, paddy dear and did you hear
The news that's going 'round The shamrock is forbid by law To grow on Irish ground Saint Patrick's name no more you'll hear His colors can't be seen They've gone and passed a law against The wearing of the green Sure I looked to neighbor Tandy And he took me by the hand And he said how's dear old Ireland And how does she stand? It's a most distressful country That ever you have seen They're hanging men and woman For the wearing of the green Repeat first two verses Men and women, For the wearing of the green. |
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If you're ever in a jam, here I am
If you're ever in a mess, S-O-S If you ever feel so happy, you land in jail... I'm your bail. It's friendship, friendship, just a perfect blendship. When other friendships have been forgot, Ours will still be hot. Lah-dle-ah-dle-ah-dle dig, dig, dig. If you're ever up a tree, phone to me. If you're ever down a well, ring my bell. If you ever lose your teeth, and you're out to dine... borrow mine. It's friendship, friendship, just a perfect blendship. When other friendships have been forgate, Ours will still be great. Lah-dle-ah-dle-ah-dle, chuck, chuck, chuck. If they ever black your eyes, put me wise. If they ever cook your goose, turn me loose. If they ever put a bullet through your brain... I'll complain. It's friendship, friendship, just a perfect blendship. When other friendships have been forgit, Ours will still be it. Lah-dle-ah-dle-ah-dle, hep, hep, hep. |
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Our love affair was meant to be
It's me for you dear, and you for me We'll fuss, we'll quarrel and tears start to brew But after the tears our love will smile through I'm sure that I could never hide The thrill I get when you're by my side And when we're older we'll proudly declare Wasn't ours a lovely love affair Our love affair was meant to be It's me for you dear, and you for me We'll fuss, we'll quarrel and tears start to brew But after the tears our love will smile through I'm sure that I could never hide The thrill I get when you're by my side And when we're older we'll proudly declare Wasn't ours a lovely love affair |
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I'm always chasing rainbows
Watching clouds drifting by My schemes are just like all my dreams Ending in the sky Some fellows look and find the sunshine I always look and find the rain Some fellows make a winning sometimes I never even make a gain Believe me, I'm always chasing rainbows Waiting to find a little bluebird in vain I'm always chasing rainbows Watching clouds drifting by My schemes are just like all my dreams Ending in the sky Some fellows look and find the sunshine I always look and find the rain Some fellows make a winning sometimes I never even make a gain Believe me, I'm always chasing rainbows |
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It's a great day for the Irish, it's a great day for fair!
The sidewalks of New York are thick with blarney For shure you'd think New York was Old Kilarney! It's a great day for the Shamrock, for the flags in full array We're feeling so inspirish, shure because for all the Irish It's a great, great day! It's a great day for the Irish, it's a great day for fair! Begosh, there's not a cop to stop a raiding Begorra all the cops are out parading! It's a great day for the Shamrock, for the flags in full aray And as we go a swinging, ev'ry Irish heart is singing It's a great, great day! |
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Twas on a bright morning in Summer
When I first heard his voice spakin' low As he said to a colleen beside him "Who's that pretty girl milking her cow?" Och many times often ye met me And told me that I should be You darling, Acushla, A Lana Mavourneen, Asuilish machree Purty girl, purty girl, With no on there to show her how The purt, purt, purty girl is now Milking her cow I have not the manners or graces Of the girls in the world where ye move And I have not their beautiful faces But oh, I've a heart that can love And if it please ye, I'll dress me in satin With jewels, jewels in me brow But och, don't be after forgettin' Your purty girl milking her cow Purty girl, purty cow, I'm sure this song would have never been wrote If the pretty girl hadda been milking her goat But the goat wasn't feeling well anyhow So the pretty girl was milking her cow. Her cow, her cow... La, la, la, la, la, la... La, la, la la, la, la, la La, la, la, la A purty girl milking her cow! |
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When a girl meets boy,
Life can be a joy, But the note they end on, Will depend on little pleasures they will share, So let us compare. I like New York in June, how about you? I like a Gershwin tune, how about you? I love a fireside when a storm is due. I like potato chips, moonlight and motor trips, How about you? I'm mad about good books, can't get my fill, And Franklin Roosevelt's looks give me a thrill. Holding hands at the movie show, When all the lights are low May not be new, but I like it, How about you? I like Jack Benny's jokes, To a degree. I love the common folks, That includes me. I like to window shop on 5th Avenue, I like banana splits, late supper at the Ritz, How about you? I love to dream of fame, maybe I'll shine, I'd love to see your name right beside mine. I can see we're in harmony, Looks like we both agree On what to do, And I like it, how about you? I'm so delighted I've ignited the spark within you. Let me continue to make it burn. With you I will be like a Trilby, so let's not dally. Come on Svengali, I've lots to learn. When you're arisin', start exercisin' daily. For example, just a sample? Bend and touch the floor fifty times or more. Ha! A fine start to be a Bernhardt! A dictionary's necessary but not for talking, It's used for walking the Ziegfeld way. Is this okay? That's the trick, you're catching on quickly. Should I take a bow? A-ho! Let me show you how! Just like partners on the stage. If you can use a partner, I'm the right age. ------------- Lyrics Powered by LyricFind Written By LANE, BURTON/FREED, RALPH <i>Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC</i> |
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My mama done tol' me, when I was in pigtails
My mama done tol' me, " Hon, a man's gonna sweet talk" And give ya the big eye, but when the sweet talkin's done A man is a two-face, A worrisome thing who'll leave ya to sing the blues in the night Now the rain's a-fallin', hear the train's a-callin, "Whooee!" (My mama done tol' me) Hear dat lonesome whistle blowin' 'cross the trestle, "Whooee!" (My mama done tol' me) A-whooee-ah-whooee ol' clickety-clack's a-echoin' back The blues in the night The evenin' breeze'll start the trees to cryin' And the moon'll hide it's light When you get the blues in the night Take my word, the mockingbird'll sing the saddest kind of song He knows things are wrong, and he's right From Natchez to Mobile, from Memphis to St. Joe, wherever the four winds blow I been in some big towns an' heard me some big talk, but there is one thing I know A man is a two-face, a worrisome thing who'll leave ya to sing the blues in the night My mama was right, there's blues in the night |
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Poor you
Poor you, I'm sorry you're not me, for you will never know what loving you can be. Poor you, you'll never know your charms, You'll never feel your warmth, you're never in your arms. When it is you I'm kissing, I pity you constantly, You don't know what you're missing, For you're only kissing poor me. Poor you, you live your whole life through, And yet you'll never know the thrill of loving you. Musical intermission When it is you I'm kissing , I pity you constantly , you don't know what your missing for your only kissing poor me poor you ,you live your whole life through and never know what loving you can be |
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Walked with no one and talked with no one
And I had nothing but shadows Then one morning you passed And I brightened at last Now I greet the day and complete the day With the sun in my heart All my worry blew away When you taught me how to say Grab your coat and get your hat Leave your worry on the doorstep Just direct your feet To the sunny side of the street Can't you hear a pitter-pat? And that happy tune is your step Life can be so sweet On the sunny side of the street I used to walk in the shade With those blues on parade But I'm not afraid This Rover crossed over If I never have a cent I'd be rich as Rockefeller Gold dust at my feet On the sunny side of the street Grab your street |
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That old black magic has me in its spell
That old black magic that you weave so well Icy fingers up and down my spine The same old witchcraft when your eyes meet mine The same old tingle that I feel inside When that elevator starts its ride Down and down I go, round and round I go Like a leaf that's caught in the tide I should stay away but what can I do I hear your name, and I'm aflame Aflame with such a burning desire That only your kiss can put out the fire You are the lover that I've waited for The mate that fate had me created for And every time your lips meet mine Baby down and down I go, all around I go In a spin, loving the spin that I'm in Under that old black magic called love |
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Love can be a moment's madness
Love can be insane Love can be a life of sadness and pain Love can be a summer shower Love can be the sun Love can be two hearts that flower as one It can be, fine and free But that kind Is not so very easy to find Love can be a dying ember Love can be a flame Love pledged in September May be dead in December You may not even remember it came Love can be a joy forever Or an empty name Love is almost never ever the same Love can be an evil-doer Love can be a fog Love can make you feel like you were a dog Love can be a snow-capped mountain Love can be the truth Love can be an endless fountain of youth It can be ecstasy But it's true It doesn't always happen to you Love can be a four-score failure Love can bring you fame Love fresh as the morning May be wild when it's 'borning And then without any warning, it's tame Oh love can be a sweet endeavor Or a dirty shame Love is almost never ever, the same! |
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The bells are ringing for me and my gal.
The birds are singing for me and my gal. Ev'rybody's been knowing to a wedding they're going. And for weeks they've been sewing every Suzie and Sal. They're congregating for me and my gal. The parson's waiting for me and my gal. And sometime I'm gonna build a little home for two for three or four or more |
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Old man sunshine, listen you
Never tell me dreams come true Just try it, and I'll start a riot Beatrice Fairfax don't you dare Ever tell me he will care I'm certain, it's the final curtain I never want to hear from any cheerful Pollyannas Who tells you fate supplies a mate It's all bananas They're writing songs of love - but not for me A lucky star's above - but not for me With love to lead the way I've found more skies of gray Than any Russian play - could guarantee I was a fool to fall - and get that way Hi ho alas and also lackaday Although I can't dismiss The memory of his kiss I guess he's not for me Although I can't dismiss The memory of his kiss I guess he's not for me |
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Days can be sunny, with never a sigh
Don't need what money can buy Birds in the trees sing their day full of song Why shouldn't we sing along? I'm chipper all the day, happy with my lot How do I get that way, look at what I've got I got rhythm, I got music I got my man, who could ask for anything more I got daisys in green pastures I got my man, who could ask for anything more Old man trouble, I don't mind him You won't find him 'round my door I got starlight, I got sweet dreams I got my man, who could ask for anything more Who could ask for anything more I got rhythm, I got music I got my man, who could ask for anything more I got daisys in green pastures I got my man, who could ask for anything more Old man trouble, I don't mind him You won't find him hangin' 'round my front or back door Who could ask for anything more Who could ask for anything more |
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The moment I saw him smile
I knew he was just my style My only regret is we've never met Though I dream of him all the while But he doesn't know I exist No matter how I may persist So it's clear to see there's no hope for me Though I live at fifty-one-thirty-five Kensington Avenue And he lives at fifty-one-thirty-three How can I ignore the boy next door I love him more than I can say Doesn't try to please me Doesn't even tease me And he never sees me glance his way And though I'm heart-sore, the boy next door Affection for me won't display I just adore him So I can't ignore him The boy next door I just adore him So I can't ignore him The boy next door |
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Skip, skip, skip to my lou Skip, skip, skip to my lou Put on your Sunday, go to meetin' And I'll take you by the hand If you will be my dancin' partner We will dance to beat the band So join the promenade And lead the big parade And if you don't get home at all Your pa will understand Oh, choose partners, skip to my lou Choose partners, skip to my lou Choose partners, skip to my lou Skip to my lou, my darlin' Flies in the buttermilk, shoo, shoo, shoo Flies in the buttermilk, shoo, shoo, shoo Flies in the buttermilk, shoo, shoo, shoo Skip to my lou, my darlin' I'll be glad to go with you So prithee do not tarry But if i do, it's up to you To let me dance with Harry Skip to my lou (Charlie) Skip to my lou (Johnny) Skip to my lou Skip to my lou, my darlin' Skip to my lou Skip to my lou Corner boy, buck and wing, corner girl Ida booth by to the center and whirl Everybody dance Lost my partner (Skip to my lou) Lost my partner (Skip to my lou) Lost my partner (Skip) Skip to my lou, my darlin' I'll find another one prettier than you I'll find another one prettier than you I'll find another one prettier than you Go to another party Oh, I'll fly away to a neighborin' state I don't care what my friends say We'll dance and sing till broad daylight I won't get home till Wednesday (Skip to my lou) Thursday (Skip to my lou) Friday (Skip to my lou) Skip, skip, skip to my lou Skip, skip, skip to my lou Skip to my lou |
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We walk on every city street
We walk in lanes where branches meet And stars send down their blessings from the blue. We go through storms of doubt and fear And so we walk from year to year Believing in each other as we do. Bravely marching forward two by two... Boys and girls like you and me Walk beneath the skies They love just as we love With the same dream in their eyes. Songs and kings and many things Have their day and are gone But boys and girls like you and me We go on and on. Songs and kings and many things Have their day and are gone But boys and girls like you and me We go on and on. |
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With her high starched collar and her high topped shoes
And her hair piled high upon her head She went to find a jolly hour on the trolley And she found my heart instead With my light brown derby and my bright green tie I was quite the lonesomest of men I started to yen so I counted to ten Then I counted to ten again Clang, clang, clang went the trolley Ding, ding, ding went the bell Zing, zing, zing went my heart strings For the moment I saw her I fell Chug, chug, chug went the motor Thump, thump, thump went the brake Thump, thump, thump went my heart strings When she smiled I could feel the car shake I tipped my hat, I took a seat I said I hoped I hadn't stepped upon her feet "Say, what's your name?", I lost my breath She looked so lovely that it scared me half to death Oh, buzz, buzz, buzz went the buzzer Pop, pop, pop went the wheels Stop, stop, stop went my heart strings As she started to go then I started to know how it feels When the universe reels I tipped my hat, I took a seat I said I hoped I hadn't stepped upon her feet I asked her name, then lost my breath She looked so lovely that it scared me half to death Oh, buzz, buzz, buzz went the buzzer Pop, pop, pop went the wheels Stop, stop, stop went my heart strings As she started to leave I took hold of her sleeve with my hand And as if it were planned She stayed on with me and it was grand just to stand With her hand holding mine to the end of the line End of the line The end of the line |
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Have yourself a merry little Christmas
Let your heart be light From now on, our troubles will be out of sight Have yourself a merry little Christmas Make the Yuletide gay From now on, our troubles will be miles away Here we are as in olden days Happy golden days of yore Faithful friends who are dear to us Gather near to us once more Through the years we all will be together If the fates allow So hang a shining star upon the highest bough And have yourself a merry little Christmas now Have yourself a merry little Christmas Let your heart be light From now on, our troubles will be out of sight Have yourself a merry little Christmas Make the Yuletide gay From now on, our troubles will be miles away Here we are as in olden days Happy golden days of yore Faithful friends who are dear to us Gather near to us once more Through the years we all will be together If the fates allow So hang a shining star upon the highest bough And have yourself a merry little Christmas now |
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What a lovely trip
I'm feeling so fresh and alive And I'm so glad to arrive It's all so grand It's easy to see you don't need a palace To feel like Alice in Wonderland Back in Ohio where I come from I've done a lot of dreamin' and I've travelled some But I never thought I'd see the day When I ever took a ride on the Santa Fe (Wanna take a ride on the Santa Fe) I would lean across my window sill And hear the whistle echoin' across the hill Then I'd watch the lights till they fade away On the Atchison, Topeka and the Santa Fe What a thrill (what a great big wonderful thrill) With the wheels a-singin' "westward ho" Right from the day I heard them start 'Cross the Kansas plains from New Mexico I guess I've got a little gypsy in my heart When I'm old and grey and settled down If I ever get a chance to sneak away from town Then I'll spend my busman's holiday On the Atchison, Topeka and the Santa Fe All aboard! (we came across the country lickety-split) (Rollin' ninety miles an hour) I can't believe I'm here at last Woo-oo-ooo! (When you go travellin', it's best for you To take the Atchison, Topeka and the Santa Fe!) I can't believe that anything could go so fast Then you pull that throttle, whistle blows A-huffin' and a-puffin' and away she goes All aboard for California*, hey! On the Atchison (on the Atchison) On the Atchison, Topeka (on the Atchison, Topeka) On the Atchison, Topeka (on the Atchison, Topeka) On the Atchison, Topeka and the Santa Fe! |
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When you go to a dance, do you know what to do?
Swing your partner, swing your partner, swing your partner to you Throw your partner way out, give your partner a spin Swing your partner, swing your partner, swing your partner back in Are you ready now? Now, steady now, are you ready now? Begin Round and round and round we go If you waltz her once around the hall Then you'll see that she's the belle of the ball Round and round and round once more Oh, the music has such a wonderful sound Around, around, around Round and round and round we go If you waltz her once around the hall Then you'll see that she's the belle of the ball Round and round and round once more Oh, the music has such a wonderful sound Round and round And around and around And around and around And around and around |
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Love your skimmer Judy, where did you grab it?
My hat? Oh Bing, how nice of you to ask me that. Because there's a very interesting story Connected with this hat, there really is. I was walking down the street the other day, Ran into Mllicent Palmer, you know Millicent Palmer, A very dear friend of mine. How do I get involved? Well we walked around the corner for what passes For a millinery shop and she looked in the window and Saw my hat and said, "that is for you" I went in, the saleslady put it on my head and I Thought it was a little matronly Time Oh, now wait, no wait Cut When I got my arm around you and we're going for a walk Must you ya-ta-ta, ya-ta-ta, ya-ta-ta, ya-ta-ta, talk, talk, talk When we're sitting close together in a cozy taxi cab Must you ya-ta-ta, ya-ta-ta, ya-ta-ta, ya-ta-ta, gab, gab, gab Aristotle, mathematics, economics, antique chairs The classics, the comics, darling, who cares? There's a brand new moon this evening and the weather should be fine If you ya-ta-ta, ya-ta-ta, ya-ta-ta, ya-ta-ta, same old line I'll politely close your lips with mine How's your golf Bing? My golf? Ho-ho I'm really moving that ball out there, striking it a ton. I had a sixty-nine Sunday, should have been a sixty-five. Terrific wind blowing, couldn't drop a single putt, it was murder Oh, I lost my head with this question And of course the equipment, you just can't get any golf balls anymore The actors are hoarding them all...and the caddies, huh they want an Annuity for eighteen holes. You've got to take an option on one to be sure He'll show up. Cut Sorry When the parlour lights are lowered and the family isn't in Must you ya-ta-ta, ya-ta-ta, ya-ta-ta, ya-ta-ta, chin, chin, chin When there's music softly playing and I'm sitting on your lap Must you ya-ta-ta, ya-ta-ta, ya-ta-ta, ya-ta-ta, yap, yap, yap Forward passes, second baggers, or a jockey who is hot. Or boxing, or hockey, darling, so what? I'll attempt some other evening. Well you can call for me at nine Calling? But if you ya-ta-ta, ya-ta-ta, ya-ta-ta, ya-ta-ta, same old line What do you mean the same old line? Same line You asked me about my hat, You've been standing there for an hour And a half talking your big fat head off I thought About golf I just You didn't even let me finish my story I told you what I would do Oh darling, let me finish Steady, steady Oh It's so nice to close your lips with mine. |
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What a lovely trip
I'm feeling so fresh and alive And I'm so glad to arrive It's all so grand It's easy to see you don't need a palace To feel like Alice in Wonderland Back in Ohio where I come from I've done a lot of dreamin' and I've travelled some But I never thought I'd see the day When I ever took a ride on the Santa Fe (Wanna take a ride on the Santa Fe) I would lean across my window sill And hear the whistle echoin' across the hill Then I'd watch the lights till they fade away On the Atchison, Topeka and the Santa Fe What a thrill (what a great big wonderful thrill) With the wheels a-singin' "westward ho" Right from the day I heard them start 'Cross the Kansas plains from New Mexico I guess I've got a little gypsy in my heart When I'm old and grey and settled down If I ever get a chance to sneak away from town Then I'll spend my busman's holiday On the Atchison, Topeka and the Santa Fe All aboard! (we came across the country lickety-split) (Rollin' ninety miles an hour) I can't believe I'm here at last Woo-oo-ooo! (When you go travellin', it's best for you To take the Atchison, Topeka and the Santa Fe!) I can't believe that anything could go so fast Then you pull that throttle, whistle blows A-huffin' and a-puffin' and away she goes All aboard for California*, hey! On the Atchison (on the Atchison) On the Atchison, Topeka (on the Atchison, Topeka) On the Atchison, Topeka (on the Atchison, Topeka) On the Atchison, Topeka and the Santa Fe! |
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I could show the world how to smile
I could be glad all of the while I could change the gray skies to blue If I had you I could leave the old days behind Leave all my pals, I'd never mind I could start my life anew If I had you I could climb a snow-capped mountain Sail the mighty ocean wide I could cross the burning desert If I had you by my side I could be a king, dear, uncrowned Humble or poor, rich or renowned There is nothin' I couldn't do If I had you I could show the world how to smile I could be glad all of the while I could change the gray skies to blue If I had you I could leave the old days behind Leave all my pals, I'd never mind I could start my life anew If I had you I could climb a snow-capped mountain Sail the mighty ocean wide I could cross the burnin' desert If I had you by my side I could be a king uncrowned Humble or poor, rich or renowned There is nothin' I couldn't do If I had you Baby, if I had you |
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When you walk through a storm
Hold your chin up high And don't be afraid of the dark. At the end of a storm Is a golden sky And the sweet, silver song of a lark. Walk on, through the wind, Walk on, through the rain, Though your dreams be tossed and blown. Walk on, walk on with hope in your heart, And you'll never walk alone, You'll never walk alone. |
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The sleepless nights - the daily fights
The quick toboggan - when you reach the heights I miss the kisses - and I miss the bites I wish I were in love again The broken dates - the endless waits The lovely loving - and the hateful hates The conversation - with the flying plates I wish I were in love again No more pain - no more strain Now I'm sane - but I would rather be punch - drunk The pulled out fur - of cat and cur The fine mismating - of a him and her I've learned my lesson - but I wish I were In love again The furtive sigh - the blackened eye The words: "I love you - 'til the day I die" The self deception - that believes the lie I wish I were in love again When love congeals - it soon reveals The faint aroma - of performing seals The double-crossing - of a pair of heels I wish I were in love again No, no more care - no, no despair Now I'm all there (now) - but I'd rather be punchdrunk Believe me sir - I much prefer The classic battle - of a him and her I don't like quiet - and I wish I were In love again - in love again - in love again |
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Days can be sunny, with never a sigh
Don't need what money can buy Birds in the trees sing their day full of song Why shouldn't we sing along? I'm chipper all the day, happy with my lot How do I get that way, look at what I've got I got rhythm, I got music I got my man, who could ask for anything more I got daisys in green pastures I got my man, who could ask for anything more Old man trouble, I don't mind him You won't find him 'round my door I got starlight, I got sweet dreams I got my man, who could ask for anything more Who could ask for anything more I got rhythm, I got music I got my man, who could ask for anything more I got daisys in green pastures I got my man, who could ask for anything more Old man trouble, I don't mind him You won't find him hangin' 'round my front or back door Who could ask for anything more Who could ask for anything more |
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Embrace me, my sweet embraceable you!
Embrace me, you irreplaceable you! Just one look at you My heart grew tipsy in me, You and you alone Bring out the Gypsy in me! I love all, the many charms about you! Above all, I want my arms about you! Don't be a naughty baby, Come to papa, come to papa, do! My sweet embraceable you! |
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My mama done tol' me, when I was in pigtails
My mama done tol' me, " Hon, a man's gonna sweet talk" And give ya the big eye, but when the sweet talkin's done A man is a two-face, A worrisome thing who'll leave ya to sing the blues in the night Now the rain's a-fallin', hear the train's a-callin, "Whooee!" (My mama done tol' me) Hear dat lonesome whistle blowin' 'cross the trestle, "Whooee!" (My mama done tol' me) A-whooee-ah-whooee ol' clickety-clack's a-echoin' back The blues in the night The evenin' breeze'll start the trees to cryin' And the moon'll hide it's light When you get the blues in the night Take my word, the mockingbird'll sing the saddest kind of song He knows things are wrong, and he's right From Natchez to Mobile, from Memphis to St. Joe, wherever the four winds blow I been in some big towns an' heard me some big talk, but there is one thing I know A man is a two-face, a worrisome thing who'll leave ya to sing the blues in the night My mama was right, there's blues in the night |
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I'm always chasing rainbows
Watching clouds drifting by My schemes are just like all my dreams Ending in the sky Some fellows look and find the sunshine I always look and find the rain Some fellows make a winning sometimes I never even make a gain Believe me, I'm always chasing rainbows Waiting to find a little bluebird in vain I'm always chasing rainbows Watching clouds drifting by My schemes are just like all my dreams Ending in the sky Some fellows look and find the sunshine I always look and find the rain Some fellows make a winning sometimes I never even make a gain Believe me, I'm always chasing rainbows |
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I could show the world how to smile
I could be glad all of the while I could change the gray skies to blue If I had you I could leave the old days behind Leave all my pals, I'd never mind I could start my life anew If I had you I could climb a snow-capped mountain Sail the mighty ocean wide I could cross the burning desert If I had you by my side I could be a king, dear, uncrowned Humble or poor, rich or renowned There is nothin' I couldn't do If I had you I could show the world how to smile I could be glad all of the while I could change the gray skies to blue If I had you I could leave the old days behind Leave all my pals, I'd never mind I could start my life anew If I had you I could climb a snow-capped mountain Sail the mighty ocean wide I could cross the burnin' desert If I had you by my side I could be a king uncrowned Humble or poor, rich or renowned There is nothin' I couldn't do If I had you Baby, if I had you |
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Love your skimmer Judy, where did you grab it?
My hat? Oh Bing, how nice of you to ask me that. Because there's a very interesting story Connected with this hat, there really is. I was walking down the street the other day, Ran into Mllicent Palmer, you know Millicent Palmer, A very dear friend of mine. How do I get involved? Well we walked around the corner for what passes For a millinery shop and she looked in the window and Saw my hat and said, "that is for you" I went in, the saleslady put it on my head and I Thought it was a little matronly Time Oh, now wait, no wait Cut When I got my arm around you and we're going for a walk Must you ya-ta-ta, ya-ta-ta, ya-ta-ta, ya-ta-ta, talk, talk, talk When we're sitting close together in a cozy taxi cab Must you ya-ta-ta, ya-ta-ta, ya-ta-ta, ya-ta-ta, gab, gab, gab Aristotle, mathematics, economics, antique chairs The classics, the comics, darling, who cares? There's a brand new moon this evening and the weather should be fine If you ya-ta-ta, ya-ta-ta, ya-ta-ta, ya-ta-ta, same old line I'll politely close your lips with mine How's your golf Bing? My golf? Ho-ho I'm really moving that ball out there, striking it a ton. I had a sixty-nine Sunday, should have been a sixty-five. Terrific wind blowing, couldn't drop a single putt, it was murder Oh, I lost my head with this question And of course the equipment, you just can't get any golf balls anymore The actors are hoarding them all...and the caddies, huh they want an Annuity for eighteen holes. You've got to take an option on one to be sure He'll show up. Cut Sorry When the parlour lights are lowered and the family isn't in Must you ya-ta-ta, ya-ta-ta, ya-ta-ta, ya-ta-ta, chin, chin, chin When there's music softly playing and I'm sitting on your lap Must you ya-ta-ta, ya-ta-ta, ya-ta-ta, ya-ta-ta, yap, yap, yap Forward passes, second baggers, or a jockey who is hot. Or boxing, or hockey, darling, so what? I'll attempt some other evening. Well you can call for me at nine Calling? But if you ya-ta-ta, ya-ta-ta, ya-ta-ta, ya-ta-ta, same old line What do you mean the same old line? Same line You asked me about my hat, You've been standing there for an hour And a half talking your big fat head off I thought About golf I just You didn't even let me finish my story I told you what I would do Oh darling, let me finish Steady, steady Oh It's so nice to close your lips with mine. |
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Have yourself a merry little Christmas
Let your heart be light From now on, our troubles will be out of sight Have yourself a merry little Christmas Make the Yuletide gay From now on, our troubles will be miles away Here we are as in olden days Happy golden days of yore Faithful friends who are dear to us Gather near to us once more Through the years we all will be together If the fates allow So hang a shining star upon the highest bough And have yourself a merry little Christmas now Have yourself a merry little Christmas Let your heart be light From now on, our troubles will be out of sight Have yourself a merry little Christmas Make the Yuletide gay From now on, our troubles will be miles away Here we are as in olden days Happy golden days of yore Faithful friends who are dear to us Gather near to us once more Through the years we all will be together If the fates allow So hang a shining star upon the highest bough And have yourself a merry little Christmas now |
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The sleepless nights - the daily fights
The quick toboggan - when you reach the heights I miss the kisses - and I miss the bites I wish I were in love again The broken dates - the endless waits The lovely loving - and the hateful hates The conversation - with the flying plates I wish I were in love again No more pain - no more strain Now I'm sane - but I would rather be punch - drunk The pulled out fur - of cat and cur The fine mismating - of a him and her I've learned my lesson - but I wish I were In love again The furtive sigh - the blackened eye The words: "I love you - 'til the day I die" The self deception - that believes the lie I wish I were in love again When love congeals - it soon reveals The faint aroma - of performing seals The double-crossing - of a pair of heels I wish I were in love again No, no more care - no, no despair Now I'm all there (now) - but I'd rather be punchdrunk Believe me sir - I much prefer The classic battle - of a him and her I don't like quiet - and I wish I were In love again - in love again - in love again |
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