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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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To the tables down at Mory's
To the place where Louie dwells To the dear old Temple bar we love so well Sing the Whiffenpoofs assembled with their glasses raised on high And the magic of their singing casts its spell Yes, the magic of their singing of the songs we love so well "Shall I Wasting" and "Mavourneen" and the rest We will serenade our Louie while life and voice shall last Then we'll pass and be forgotten with the rest We're poor little lambs who have lost our way Baa, baa, baa We're little black sheep who have gone astray Baa, baa, baa Gentleman songsters off on a spree Doomed from here to eternity Lord have mercy on such as we Baa, baa, baa ------------- Lyrics Powered by LyricFind Written By GALLOWAY, TOD B/MINNIGERODE, MEADE/POMEROY, GEORGE S Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing, Universal Music Publishing Group |
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We've played the game of 'stay away'
But it costs more than I can pay Without you I can't make my way I surrender, dear. I may seem proud and I may act gay That's just a pose, I'm not that way. Cause deep down in my heart I say, I surrender, dear. Those little mean things we were doing Must have been part of the game Lending a spice to the wooing Oh, but I don't care who's to blame When stars appear and shadows fall Then you'll hear my poor heart call To you my love, my life, my all I surrender, dear ------ instrumental break ------ Oh, to you my love, my life, my all I surrender, dear |
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Blue skies smilin' at me
Nothin' but blue skies do I see Bluebirds singin' a song Nothin' but bluebirds all day long Never saw the sun shinin' so bright Never saw things goin' so right Noticing the days hurrying by When you're in love, my how they fly Blue days, all of them gone Nothin' but blue skies from now on (Blue skies smilin' at me Nothin' but blue skies do I see) Never saw the sun shinin' so bright Never saw things goin' so right Noticing the days hurrying by When you're in love, my how they fly Blue days, all of them gone Nothin' but blue skies from now on Nothin' but blue skies from now on |
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Lay that pistol down, babe
Lay that pistol down Pistol packing mama Lay that pistol down Oh, drinking beer in a cabaret Was I having fun Until one night she caught me right And now I'm on the run Oh, lay that pistol down, babe Lay that pistol down Pistol packing mama Lay that pistol down Oh, I'll sing you every night Bing And I'll woo you every day I'll be your regular mama And I'll put that gun away Oh, lay that pistol down, babe Lay that pistol down Pistol packing mama Lay that thing down before it goes off and hurts somebody oh, she kicked out my windshield And she hit me over the head She cussed and cried and said I lied And she wished that I was dead Oh, lay that pistol down, babe Lay that pistol down Pistol packing mama Lay that pistol down We're three tough gals From deep down Texas way We got no pals They don't like the way we play We're a rough rooting tooting shooting trio But you ought to see my sister Cleo She's a terror make no error But there ain't no nicer terror Here's what we tell her Lay that pistol down, babe Lay that pistol down Pistol packing mama Lay that pistol down Pappy made a batch of corn The revenuers came The drought was slow So now they know You can't do that to Mame Lay that pistol down, babe Lay that pistol down Pistol packing mama Lay that pistol down Oh, singing songs in a cabaret Was I having fun Until one night it didn't seem right And now I'm on the run Oh, lay that pistol down, babe Lay that pistol down Pistol packing mama Lay that pistol down Oh, pistol packing mama Lay that pistol down |
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Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ral, Too-ra-loo-ra-li, Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ral, Hush now, don't you cry. Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ral, Too-ra-loo-ra-li, Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ral, That's an Irish lullaby. (verse) Over in Killarney, many years ago, My mother sang a song to me in tones so soft and low. Just a simple little ditty in her good old Irish way. And I'd give the world if I could hear that song of hers today. ( ) |
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You've got to ac-cent-tchu-ate the positive
E-lim-i-nate the negative Latch on to the affirmative Don't mess with Mr. In-Between You've got to spread joy up to the maximum Bring gloom down to the minimum Have faith, or pandemonium Liable to walk upon the scene (Andrews sisters:) To illustrate His last remark Jonah in the whale, Noah in the ark What did they do, Just when everything looked so down? (Bing:) Man, they said we better Ac-cent-tchu-ate the positive E-lim-i-nate the negative Latch on to the affirmative Don't mess with Mr. In-Between No, do not mess with Mr. In-Between! Do you hear me, hmm? (Andrews sister:) Oh, listen to me chillin' and-uh you will hear About eliminatin' of the negative and a' accent on a' positive! (Bing:) And gather round me children if you will and... And sit tight while I start reviewin' the attitude of doin' right. (Andrews sisters:) You gotta ac-cent-tchu-ate the positive E-lim-i-nate the negative Latch on to the affirmative Don't mess with Mr. In-Between (Both:) You got to spread joy up to the maximum Bring gloom down to the minimum Then Otherwise, otherwise Pandemonium liable to walk upon the scene To illustrate (well illustrate!) My last remark (You got the floor) Jonah in the whale, Noah in the ark What did they say (What did they say) Say, when everything looked so down? Man, they said we better Ac-cent-tchu-ate the positive E-lim-i-nate the negative Latch on to the affirmative Don't mess with Mr. In-Between No, don't mess with Mr. In-Between! |
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The other night dear, as I lay sleeping
I dreamed I held you in my arms When I awoke, dear, I was mistaken So I hung my head and I cried. You are my sunshine, my only sunshine You make me happy when skies are gray You'll never know dear, how much I love you Please don't take my sunshine away I'll always love you and make you happy, If you will only say the same. But if you leave me and love another, You'll regret it all some day: You are my sunshine, my only sunshine You make me happy when skies are gray You'll never know dear, how much I love you Please don't take my sunshine away You told me once, dear, you really loved me And no one else could come between. But not you've left me and you love another You have shattered all of my dreams You are my sunshine, my only sunshine You make me happy when skies are gray You'll never know dear, how much I love you Please don't take my sunshine away |
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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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