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Would you like to swing on a star
Carry moonbeams home in a jar And be better off than you are Or would you rather be a mule? A mule is an animal with long funny ears He kicks up at anything he hears His back is brawny but his brain is weak He's just plain stupid with a stubborn streak And by the way, if you hate to go to school You may grow up to be a mule Or would you like to swing on a star Carry moonbeams home in a jar And be better off than you are Or would you rather be a pig? A pig is an animal with dirt on his face His shoes are a terrible disgrace He's got no manners when he eats his food He's fat and lazy and extremely rude But if you don't care a feather or a fig You may grow up to be a pig Or would you like to swing on a star Carry moonbeams home in a jar And be better off than you are Or would you rather be a fish? A fish won't do anything, but swim in a brook He can't write his name or read a book To fool the people is his only thought And though he's slippery, he still gets caught But then if that sort of life is what you wish You may grow up to be a fish And all the monkeys aren't in the zoo Everyday you'll meet quite a few So you see it's all up to you You can be better than you are You could be swingin' on a star |
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I'll be seeing you in all the old familiar places
That this heart of mine embraces all day through In that small cafe, the park across the way The children's carousel, the chestnut trees, the wishing well I'll be seeing you in every lovely summer's day In everything that's light and gay I'll always think of you that way I'll find you in the mornin' sun And when the night is new I'll be looking at the moon But I'll be seeing you I'll find you in the mornin' sun And when the night is new I'll be looking at the moon But I'll be seeing you |
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I'm dreaming of a white Christmas,
Just like the ones I used to know. Where those tree-tops glisten, And children listen To hear sleighbells in the snow. I'm dreaming of a white Christmas, With every Christmas card I write, "May your days be merry and brigt, And may all your Christmases be white" I'm dreaming of a white Christmas, Just like the ones I used to know. Where those tree-tops glisten, And children listen To hear sleighbells in the snow. I'm dreaming of a white Christmas, With every Christmas card I write, "May your days be merry and brigt, And may all your Christmases be white" |
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A long time ago
A million years BC The best things in life Were absolutely free. But no one appreciated A sky that was always blue. And no one congratulated A moon that was always new. So it was planned that they would vanish now and them And you must pay before you get them back again. That's what storms were made for And you shouldn't be afraid for Every time it rains it rains Pennies from heaven. Don't you know each cloud contains Pennies from heaven. You'll find yor fortune falling All over town. Be sure that your umbrella is upside down. Trade them for a package of sunshine and flowers. If you want the things you love You must have showers. So when you hear it thunder Don't run under a tree. There'll be pennies from heaven for you and me. |
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Kiss me once, then kiss me twice
Then kiss me once again. It's been a long, long time. Haven't felt like this, my dear Since I can't remember when. It's been a long, long time You'll never know how many dreams I've dreamed about you. Or just how empty they all seemed without you. So kiss me once, then kiss me twice Then kiss me once again. It's been a long, long time. Ah, kiss me once, then kiss me twice Then kiss me once again. It's been a long time. Haven't felt like this my dear Since I can't remember when It's been a long, long time. |
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i love those dear hearts and gentle people
who live in my home town because those dear hearts and gentle people will never ever let you down they read the good book from fri till monday that's how the weekend goes i've got a dream house i'll build there one day with picket fence and ramblin rows i feel so welcome each time i return that my happy heart keeps laughing like a clown i love the dear hearts and gentle people who live and love in my home town there's a place i'd like to go and it's back in idaho where you're friendly neighbors smile and say hello it's a pleasure and a treat to meandor down the street that's why i want the whole wide world to know i love those dear hearts i love the gentle people (who live in my home town) because those dear hearts and gentle people will never ever let you down they read the good book from fri till monday that's how the weekend goes i've got a dream house i'll build there one day with picket fence and ramblin rows i feel so welcome each time i return that my happy heart keeps laughing like a clown i love the dear hearts and gentle people who live and love in my home town (home home sweet home home home sweet home) home home sweet home home home sweet home |
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Oh, me name is MacNamara, I'm the leader of the band
Although we're few in numbers, we're the finest in the land We play at wakes and weddings and at every fancy ball And when we play the funerals, we play the March from Saul Oh, the drums go bang and the cymbals clang and the horns they blaze away McCarthy pumps the old bassoon while I the pipes do play And Henessee Tennessee tootles the flute and the music is something grand A credit to old Ireland is MacNamara's band Right now we are rehearsing for a very swell affair The annual celebration, all the gentry will be there When General Grant to Ireland came he took me by the hand Says he, "I never saw the likes of MacNamara's Band" Oh, the drums go bang and the cymbals clang and the horns they blaze away McCarthy pumps the old bassoon while I the pipes do play And Henessee Tennessee tootles the flute and the music is something grand A credit to old Ireland is MacNamara's band Oh, my name is Uncle Julius and from Sweden I did come To play with MacNamara's Band and beat the big bass drum And when I march along the street the ladies think I'm grand They shout, "There's Uncle Julius playing with an Irish band!" Oh, I wear a bunch of shamrocks and a uniform of green And I'm the funniest lookin' Swede that you have ever seen There is O'Brians, O'Ryans, O'Sheehans and Meehans, they come from Ireland But, by yimminy, I'm the only Swede in MacNamara's Band Oh, the drums go bang and the cymbals clang and the horns they blaze away McCarthy pumps the old bassoon while I the pipes do play And Henessee Tennessee tootles the flute and the music is something grand A credit to old Ireland is MacNamara's band That's MacNamara |
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{Verse 1}
Won't you play some simple melody Like my mother sang to me One with a good old-fashioned harmony Play some simple melody {Verse 2} Musical demon, set your honey a-dreamin', won't you play me some rag Just change that classical nag to some sweet beautiful drag If you will play from a copy of a tune that is choppy you'll get all my applause And that is simply because I wanna listen to rag {Verse 3A} Play for me That good old-fashioned harmony Oh, won't you play for me A simple melody {Verse 3B} Play from a copy of a tune that is choppy You'll get all of my applause because I wanna rag it Ragtime melody Arrangement: Verse 1 Verse 2 Verses 1 and 2 together --- instrumental break --- Verses 1 and 2 together Verses 3A and 3B together |
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Far away places with strange-soundin' names
Far away over the sea Those far away places with the strange-soundin' names Are callin', callin' me Goin' to China or maybe Siam I want to see for myself Those far away places I've been readin' about In a book that I took from the shelf I start gettin' restless whenever I hear The whistle of a train I pray for the day I can get underway And look for those castles in Spain They call me a dreamer, well maybe I am But I know that I'm burnin' to see Those far away places with the strange-soundin' names Callin', callin' me (I pray for the day when I'll find a way Those far away places to see) Those far away places with the strange-soundin' names Callin', callin' me |
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Have you ever passed the corner of Forth and Grand?
Where a little ball o' rhythm has a shoe-shine stand People gather 'round and they clap their hands He's a great big bundle o' joy He pops the boogie woogie rag The Chattanoogie shoe-shine boy He charges you a nickel just to shine one shoe He makes the oldest kind o' leather look like new You feel as though you wanna dance when he gets through He's a great big bundle o' joy He pops the boogie woogie rag The Chattanoogie shoe-shine boy It's a wonder that the rag don't tear The way he makes it pop You ought to see him fan the air With his hoppity-hippity-hippity-hoppity-hoppity-hippity-hop He opens up for business when the clock strikes nine He likes to get up early when they're feelin' fine Everybody gets a little rise 'n shine With the great big bundle o' joy He pops the boogie woogie rag The Chattanoogie shoe-shine boy It's a wonder that the rag don't tear The way he makes it pop Just listen to him fan the air Here he goes! He opens up for business when the clock strikes nine He likes to get up early when they're feelin' fine Everybody gets a little rise 'n shine With the great big bundle o' joy He pops the boogie woogie rag The Chattanoogie shoe-shine boy The Chattanoogie shoe-shine boy |
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Around the world I searched for you
I traveled on when hope was gone to keep a rendez-vous I knew some where, some time, some how You'd look at me And I would see the smile you're smiling now It might have been in country Down or in New York in gayparee or even London Town No more will I go all Around The World For I have found my world in you |
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