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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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I hear tell there's a stranger in the Jones household
(Yes siree, yes siree) That's what I'm told I hear tell there's a new arrival six days old (Yes siree, yes siree) Worth his weight in gold Come right in and meet the son Christening's done, time to have some fun (Yes siree, yes siree, yes siree) Yes siree, yes siree, it's a big holiday everywhere For the Jones family has a brand new heir He's the joy heaven sent and they proudly present Mister Franklin D. Roosevelt Jones When he grows up he never will stray With a name like the one that he's got today As he walks down the street folks will say "Pleased to meet, Mister Franklin D. Roosevelt Jones" What a smile and how he shows it He'll keep happy all day long What a name, I bet he knows it With that handle how can he go wrong? And the folks in the town all agree He'll be famous, as famous as he can be How can he be a dud or a stick in the mud When he's Franklin D. Roosevelt Jones? (Yes siree, yes siree, yes siree) 'Cause he's Franklin D. Roosevelt Jones |
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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'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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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 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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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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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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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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