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A brown and yellow basket I send a letter to my mommy On the way I dropped it I dropped it I dropped it Yes on the way I dropped it A little girlie picked it up And put it in her pocket SHE WAS TRUCKIN ON DOWN THE AVENUE Not a single thing to do She went peck peck pecking all around When she spied it on the ground She took it She took it My little yellow basket And if she doesn't bring it back I think that I will die A-tisket A-tasket I lost my yellow basket And if the girlie don't return it Don't know know what I'll do Oh dear I wonder where my basket can be (So do we, so do we, so do we, so do we, so do we) Oh gee I wish that little girl I could see (So do we, so do we, so do we, so do we, so do we) Oh why was I so careless with that basket of mine? That itty bitty basket was a joy of mine! A-tisket A-tasket I lost my yellow basket Won't someone help me find my basket And make me happy again? (Was it green?) No, no, no, no (Was it red?) No, no, no, no (Was it blue?) No, no, no, no Just a little yellow basket A little yellow basket |
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We're sitting out here on the runway,
Waiting for the plane to leave, And the captain says, "There'll be a short delay, Bear with me please," They gave us the usual hassle, "You can't take those guitars on board," But the boys in the band just smiled, Heard it all before, And as they're starting to serve champagne, To the folks at the front of the plane, I can hear the engines roaring, we're on our way, And we are flying home, I feel the freedom in my soul, Flying home at last; Flying home, I've got the freedom in my soul, And it's four in the morning, My world is calling, Speeding through the universe tonight... The movie reminds of my lady, As she waits, "where are those guys?" Yes it's nice to see old Butch and Sundance in the sky, And now the sun is beginning to rise, It's like looking down on Paradise, There's a ball of fire that's burning, giving life, And we are flying home, I feel the freedom in my soul, Flying home at last; Flying home, I've got the freedom in my soul, And it's four in the morning, My world is calling, Speeding through the universe tonight... |
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(Joe Ricardel, Redd Evans)
I don't want French fried potatoes, Red ripe tomatoes, I'm never satisfied. I want the frim fram sauce with the Ausen fay With chafafa on the side. I don't want pork chops and bacon, That won't awaken My appetite inside. I want the frim fram sauce with the Ausen fay With chafafa on the side. Now a persons really got to eat And a person should eat right. Five will get you ten I'm gonna feed myself right tonight. I don't want fish cakes and rye bread, You heard what I said. Waiter, please serve mine fried I want the frim fram sauce with the Ausen fay With chafafa on the side. Now a persons really got to eat And a person should eat right. Five will get you ten I'm gonna feed myself right tonight. I don't want fish cakes and rye bread, You heard what I said. Waiter, please serve mine fried I want the frim fram sauce with the Ausen fay With chafafa on the side. I want the frim fram sauce with the ausen fay with cha fafa, cha fafa, cha fafa, on the side P-LEAZZZE! |
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Somewhere there's music
How faint the tune Somewhere there's heaven How high the moon There is no moon above When love is far away too Till it comes true That you love me as I love you Somewhere there's music It's where you are Somewhere there's heaven How near, how far The darkest night would shine If you would come to me soon Until you will, how still my heart How high the moon How high the moon is the name of this song How high the moon Though the words may be wrong We're singing it Because you ask for it So we're swinging it just for you How high the moon Does it touch the stars How high the moon Does it reach up to Mars Though the words may be wrong to this song We're asking how high, high, high high, high is the moon Boo bi yoo bi Bi yu di di ooh dun dabba oohbee Boo di yoo di Di yu di dee dee doohdun di di oohnbee Bu di yu dan dan dan Dee boognbee Aheedee doo doo abbi woo do ee Woah ba bee ba bap beya oh Ein bap bap dein Hey ohndalady deepbap bumblebee Deedeedeedeedee deedee Doo doot doop antdoodly wah Vebeeoopm dabba oohbayoum dabie oohmbappa eupembappi ah Baby ohm bap Baby ooh bee bap bey Oohtoo undn datley udnda da Eun bu! eun bi! un ba! un bey! un bey un bey in byron bay Moody eetn deeby deepi ah ba Beebeeoohdibap Da Bap! un boo bay Deeoohdedootundap lah day Oohtdee undeedoodee dootn dadaploday Beepbee oo'bapbee ootndap bobay beepbee ootn da loday a dooblydoobly dooblydoobly dooblydoobly dooblydoobly dooblydeetn deepdeedee eudabapoya Beebeeum beep beebee bebop Beebeeoohbebap dedap un boobay Deeodeedoodee dap lady Oohtdee undeedoodee dootn dadaploday Beepbee oo'bapbee ootndap bobay beepbee ootn da loday Deudedeu deun daudau baubau bieubau badee beiu beiu ooh Heee he a we ah Heee he a eeah hah Eeetdee eutandabbie utan dooiedoodoon'lyba Bieu bau bau n daisy ba Beedeedee dedee deDee Beedeedee ba-oi Adoodlyoohtndo oohntdo oohntdo Deedee oothndo baobaobao baeu Beet-deet-dee doodly'ap'n'boobie Bootbe up'n babba un baw baw ba-bey Beedeedee yabadoreda bababo Baya baba bobobo bi'yabeeba Though the words may be wrong to this song We hope to make high, high, high, high High as the moon |
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Stars shining bright above you
Night breezes seem to whisper "I love you" Birds singing in a sycamore tree Dream a little dream of me Say nighty night and kiss me Just hold me tight and tell me you miss me While I'm alone and blue as can be Dream a little dream of me Stars fading but I linger on dear Still craving your kiss I'm longing to linger till dawn dear Just saying this Sweet dreams till sunbeams find you Sweet dreams that leave all worries behind you But in your dreams whatever they be Dream a little dream of me Stars fading but I linger on dear Still craving your kiss I'm longing to linger till dawn dear Just saying this Sweet dreams till sunbeams find you Sweet dreams that leave all worries far behind you And in your dreams Whatever they be Dream a little dream of me |
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I love you for sentimental reason
I hope you do believe me I’ll give you my heart I love you and you alone were meant for me Please give your loving heart to me And say we’ll never part ** I think of you every morning Dream of you every night Darling I’m never lonely whenever you’re in sight I love you for sentimental reason I hope you do believe me I’ll give you my heart |
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I Got A Guy
Chick Webb & his Orchestra v Ella Fitzgerald (1937) I got a guy He don't dress me in sable He looks nothing like Gable But he's mine And I think he's too divine I got a guy When he starts into pet me He's the sauce on spaghetti He's the kind that you can't keep off you mind I got a guy And he's tough He's just a gem in the rough But when I polish him up I swear, he'll be a Tiffany solitaire I'm riding high 'Cos I'm happy and carefree There is nothing can scare me 'Cos I got a guy I got a guy And he's tough He's just a gem in the rough But when I polish him up I swear, he'll be a Tiffany solitaire I'm riding high 'Cos I'm happy and carefree There is nothing can scare me 'Cos I got a guy |
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My heart and I decided
If you like it, we'd like it too Secluded with you My heart and I decided We'd find heaven, blue heaven too Secluded with you Up on the Prairie or out on a desert Where tumbleweeds stumble around High on a mountain or deep in a valley Or some little alley in town My heart and I decided It's just too, too good to be true Secluded with you My heart and I decided We'd find heaven, blue heaven too Secluded with you Up on the Prairie or out on a desert Where tumbleweeds stumble around High on a mountain or deep in a valley Or some little alley in town My heart and I decided It's just too, too good to be true When I'm secluded with you |
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Is it a sin? Is it a crime?
Loving you dear like I do. If its a crime then I'm guilty. Guilty of loving you. Maybe I'm right, maybe I'm wrong loving you dear like I do. If its a sin, then I'm guilty. Guilty of loving you. What can I do? What can I say after I've taken the blame? You say you're through, you'll go your way. But I'll always feel just the same. |
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I'm feeling mighty lonesome
Haven't slept a wink I walk the floor and watch the door And in between I drink Black Coffee Love's a hand me down brew I'll never know a Sunday In this weekday room I'm talking to the shadows 1 o'clock to 4 And Lord, how slow the moments go When all I do is pour Black Coffee Since the blues caught my eye I'm hanging out on Monday My Sunday dream's too dry Now a man is born to go a lovin' A woman's born to weep and fret To stay at home and tend her oven And drown her past regrets In coffee and cigarettes I'm moody all the morning Mourning all the night And in between it's nicotine And not much hard to fight Black Coffee Feelin' low as the ground It's driving me crazy just waiting for my baby To maybe come around My nerves have gone to pieces My hair is turning gray All I do is drink black coffee Since my man's gone away |
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If I should write a book for you
That brought me fame and fortune too That book would be like my heart and me Dedicated to you And if I should paint a picture too That showed the loveliness of you My art would be like my heart and me Dedicated to you To you because your love is The beacon that lights up my way To you because with you I know One lifetime could be just one heavenly place If I should find a twinkling star One half so wondrous as you are That star would be like my heart and me Dedicated to you To you because your love is A beacon that lights up my way To you because with you I know One lifetime could be just one heavenly place If I should find a twinkling star One half so wondrous as you are That star would be like my heart and me Dedicated to you |
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Goodnight my love, the tired old moon is descending,
Goodnight my love, my moment with you now is ending. It was so heavenly, holding you close to me, It will be heavenly to hold you again in a dream, The stars above have promised to meet us tomorrow, Til then, my love, how dreary the new day will seem, So for the present dear, we'll have to part, Sleep tight my love, goodnight my love, Remember that you're my sweetheart. |
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Petootie Pie, Petootie Pie
You're my Petootie, sugar fruity, dreamy pie I crave and cram your special jam You underrated, solidated superman And every gal who passes Just looks and hollers 'ooh' Like flies caught in molasses They all get stuck on you Petootie Pie, Petootie Pie You're such a tasty hunk of pastry, me oh my Gotta light the oven, gonna cook a dish of lovin' So kiss me, oh my Petootie Pie You're my, my, my Petootie Pie We'll count to seven One, two, three, four, five, six, seven Then steal away to Heaven Come on darling, let's go So kiss me, ah, and kiss me What, again? So kiss me, oh my Petootie Pie You're my Petootie Pie |
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Cow Cow Boogie Lyrics
Artist(Band):Ella Fitzgerald Out on the plains down near Santa Fe I met a cowboy ridin' the range one day And as he jogged along I heard him singin' A most peculiar cowboy song It was a ditty, he learned in the city Comma ti yi yi yeah Comma ti yippity yi yeah Now get along, get hip little DOGIES Get along, better be on your way Get along, get hip little DOGIES AND He trucked 'em on down that old fairway Singin' his Cow Cow Boogie in the strangest way Comma ti yi yi yeah Comma ti yippity yi yeah (Chorus) Singin' his cowboy songs He's just too much He's got a knocked out western accent with a HARLEM touch He was raised on LOCO WEED He's what you call a swing half breed Singin' his Cow Cow Booogie in the strangest way Comma ti yi yi yeah Comma ti yippity yi yeah (CHORUS) Singin' his cowboy songs He's just too much He's got a knocked out western accent with a HARLEM touch THAT CAT was raised on LOCO WEED JACK, He's what you call a swing half breed Singin' his Cow Cow BOOGIE in the strangest way Comma ti yi yi yeah Comma ti yippity yi yeah Comma ti yi yi yeah Comma ti yippity yi yeah GIT, GIT, GIT ALONG LITTLE DOGIES, YOU BETTER BE ON YOUR WAY |
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If I should write a book for you
That brought me fame and fortune too That book would be like my heart and me Dedicated to you And if I should paint a picture too That showed the loveliness of you My art would be like my heart and me Dedicated to you To you because your love is The beacon that lights up my way To you because with you I know One lifetime could be just one heavenly place If I should find a twinkling star One half so wondrous as you are That star would be like my heart and me Dedicated to you To you because your love is A beacon that lights up my way To you because with you I know One lifetime could be just one heavenly place If I should find a twinkling star One half so wondrous as you are That star would be like my heart and me Dedicated to you |
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