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Miss Otis regrets,
She's unable to lunch today, madam Miss Otis regrets, She's unable to lunch today She is sorry to be delayed, But last evening down In lover's lane she strayed, madam Miss Otis regrets, She's unable to lunch today When she woke up and found That her dream of love was gone, madam She ran to the man Who had led her so far astray, so far astray And from under her velvet gown, She drew a gun and she shot her love down Yes she did, she shot her, madam Oh, Miss Otis regrets, She's unable to lunch today Oh, when the mob came and got her You know they dragged her From the jail, madam And they strung her upon The old willow 'cross the way, baby.. |
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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 tell 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 clouds of gray Than any Russian play could guarantee I was a fool to fall and get that way Hi-ho, alas and also lack-a-day 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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Cigarette holder which wigs me
over her shoulder, she digs me. Out cattin' that satin doll. Baby, shall we go out skippin ? Careful, amigo, you're flippin', speaks Latin that satin doll. She's nobody's fool so I'm playing it cool as can be. I'll give it a whirl but I ain't for no girl catching me, swich-e-rooney. Telephone numbers well you know, doing my rhumbas with uno and that'n my satin doll. |
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Sweet and pure that's for sure
And you'll always know When you're hearing Ella sing Cool and hot bobble your back If you're not grooving then you are not Hearing Ella sing She sang with Bing and Frank and Nat On everything from jazz to scat You bet your bottom dollar that you want to swing Hearing Ella sing Hear that bard then that word Ain't no sound like the one you've heard Hearing Ella sing Hear that throat, bend that note You'll hear more than the right or wrong Hearing Ella sing, yeah With boo, du, bado, yadoo, la, boo, do, bop She broke all the records at the record shop And no one's gonna ever stop remembering Hearing Ella sing Oh, this old black day is for my Ella Let it flow, let her know Man, we can still hear Ella all around us Ella, Ella we will never let you go That's for Ella, let it flow, oh, let her know Oh you know we can, we can, still hear Ella all around us Come on, come on, come on you gotta let her know Oh, Miss Fitzgerald we will never let you go Ella, Ella, oh Ella, we will never let you go |
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