A small caf, mam'selle Our rendez-vouz, mam'selle The violins were warm and sweet and so were you, mam'selle And as the night danced by A kiss became a sigh Your lovely eyes Seem to sparkle just like wine does No heart ever yearned the way that mine does, for you And yet I know too well Someday you'll say goodbye Then violins will cry And so will I, mam'selle.
It's quarter to 3 Theres no one in the place Except you and me. So set em' up, Joe I got a little story I think you should know. We're drinkin' my friends to the end of a brief episode. Make it one for my baby and one more for the road
I got the routine Put another nickel in the machine Feelin' so bad Can't you make the music Easy and sad.
I could tell you a lot but you've gotta be True to your code Just make it one for my baby and one more for the road
You'd never know it But buddy I'm a kind of poet And I've got a lot of things I'd like to say And when I'm gloomy Won't you listen to me Till' its talked away?
Well, thats how it goes And Joe I know you're gettin' anxious to close. And thanks for the cheer I hope you didn't mind my bending your ear. But this torch that I've found It's gotta be drowned Or it soon might explode. So make it one for my baby and one more for the road
There was a boy... A very strange enchanted boy. They say he wandered very far, very far Over land and sea, A little shy and sad of eye But very wise was he.
And then one day, A magic day, he passed my way. And while we spoke of many things, Fools and kings, This he said to me, The greatest thing you'll ever learn Is just to love and be loved in return.
There was a boy... A very strange enchanted boy. They say he wandered very far, very far Over land and sea, A little shy and sad of eye But very wise was he.
And then one day, A magic day, he passed my way. And while we spoke of many things, Fools and kings, This he said to me, "The greatest thing you'll ever learn Is just to love and be loved in return."
Frank: Let's take an old fashioned walk, I'm just bursting with talk What a tale could be told if we went for an old fashioned walk
Doris: Let's take a stroll through the park, down a lane where it's dark And a heart that's controlled, may relax on an old fashioned walk
Doris:I know for a couple who seem to be miles apart Frank:There's nothing like walking and having a "heart to heart"
Frank & Doris: I know a girl who declined, couldn't make up her mind Frank: She was wrapped up and sold Doris: coming home from an old fashioned walk
Doris:Some couples go for a buggy ride, when they start caring a lot Frank:Others will bicycle side by side, way out to some romantic spot
Frank & Doris: Let's take an old fashioned walk (Let's take an old fashioned walk) I'm just bursting with talk (I'm just bursting with talk) Frank: What a tale could be told Doris: if we went for Frank & Doris: an old fashioned walk
Frank & Doris: Let's take a stroll through the park (Let's take a stroll through the park) down a lane where it's dark (down a lane where it's dark) Frank: And a heart that's controlled Doris: may relax on Frank & Doris: an old fashioned walk
Doris: I know for a couple who seem to be miles apart Frank: There's nothing like walking and having a "heart to heart".
Frank & Doris: I know a girl who declined, couldn't make up her mind Frank: She was wrapped up and sold Doris:coming home from Frank & Doris: an old fashioned walk
Frank: If your girl has declined Doris:and won't make up her mind Frank & Doris: What you need is a "heart to heart" talk Take a stroll through a park, down a lane where it's dark And go for Frank & Doris: an old fashioned walk.
The statue in the harbor is a lovely sight, The Rockettes in precision are a sheer delight, But I for one would rather visit John McKnight, Meet me at the Copa, meet me at the Copa, Meet me at the Copa tonight. There are those who just adore the Art Museum, And out in Brooklyn, there's a ballpark and it seems, But I don't care a whole lot if I never zeem, Meet me at the Copa, meet me at the Copa, Meet at the Copa tonight. The show goes on, and on, and on, Do you hear the applause and the cheering, Even if you're wooing, drop what you're doing, Hurry down to see what you're hearing. On 52nd street, they now have burleque, And you count the effervescence and the view, But all that stuff that squares is my advice to you, Meet me at the Copa, meet me at the Copa, Meet at the Copa tonight. <musical interlude> Now some of you may like to go to movie shows, Or walk along Fifth Avenue to view the clothes, But here's the place that's famous for geriatric nose, Meet me at the Copa, meet me at the Copa, Meet at the Copa tonight. You'll see the nicest people in the nicest cars, They constantly use the lounge across the lovely bars, And it's the spot where stars come just to see the stars, Meet me at the Copa, meet me at the Copa, Meet at the Copa tonight. The show goes on, and on, and on, Do you hear the applause and the cheering, Even if you're wooing, drop what you're doing, Hurry down to see what you're hearing. The most amazing club in town you will admit, It's imitated quite a lot but this is it. And if you want to see where the new acts hit, Meet me at the Copa, meet me at the Copa, Meet at the Copa tonight.
I'm a fool to want you I'm a fool to want you To want a love that can't be true A love that's there for others too
I'm a fool to hold you Such a fool to hold you To seek a kiss not mine alone To share a kiss that Devil has known
Time and time again I said I'd leave you Time and time again I went away But then would come the time when I would need you And once again these words I had to say
Take me back, I love you ...I need you I know it's wrong, it must be wrong But right or wrong I can't get along
If they asked me, I could write a book; About the way you walk, and whisper; And look. I could write a preface; On how we met; That the world will never forget.
And the simple; Secret of the plot; Is just to tell them; That I love you, alot. Then the world discovers; As my book ends; How to make two lovers of friends
My girl is violin and candlelight, My girl is star-shine on a summer night. Lucky heart to be part of a love like this, Where every single kiss is a short-cut to heaven. Heaven knows, she's everything that's dear to me, She smiles, and cloudy days are clear to me. Yes, the world is my oyster and I got the pearl, And I'm happy 'cause I got my girl. My girl is autumn days and skies of gold, A fire to dream by, when the night is cold. Yes, the world is my oyster and I've got the pearl, I'm happy 'cause I've got my girl.
Oh, they say some people long ago Were searching for a diff'rent tune One that they could croon As only they can They only had the rhythm So they started swaying to and fro They didn't know just what to use That is how the blues really began They heard the breeze in the trees Singing weird melodies And they made that the start of the blues
And from a jail came the wail Of a down-hearted frail And they played that As part of the blues From a whippoorwill Out on a hill They took a new note Pushed it through a horn 'Til it was worn Into a blue note And then they nursed it, rehearsed it And gave out the news That the Southland gave birth to the blues!
My lean baby - tall and thin Five feet seven - of bones and skin But when she tells me maybe she loves me I feel as mellow as a fellow can be
She's so skinny - she's so drawn When she stands sideways - you (would) think (that) she's gone But when she calls me: "baby" - I feel fine To think she's frantically, romantically mine
She's slender, but she's tender She makes my heart surrender And every night, when I hold her tight The feeling is nice - my arms can go around twice
My lean baby - she's so slim A broomstick's wider - but not as trim And when she starts to kiss me - then I know I love her so, I'll never, ever, let her go
My lean baby - strange to see And all that nothing - it belongs to me And though she may be scrawny - she's OK Because I wouldn't want her any other way
She's so skinny - she's so drawn When she stands sideways - you (would) think (that) she's gone But when she calls me: "baby" - I feel fine To think she's frantically, romantically mine
I chased her - and I caught her Then a diamond ring - I bought her (Hey) The diamonds shine - the ring is so fine But here is the twist - she wears it right on her wrist
My lean baby - she's so slim A broomstick's wider - but not as trim And when she starts to kiss me - then I know I love her so, I'll never, ever, let her go
My lean baby - tall and thin... (do-do-do-do-do,...)
A foggy day, in London town, it had me low, and it had me down I viewed the morning, with much alarm, the British Museum, had lost its charm How long I wondered, could this thing last, but the age of miracles, it hadn't past And suddenly, I saw you standing right there And in foggy London town, the sun was shining everywhere
My funny valentine... Sweet, comic valentine... You make me smile with my heart Your looks are laughable, unphotographable yet you're my favorite work of art
Is your figure less than Greek? Is your mouth a little weak? When you open it to speak, are you smart? But don't change a hair for me Not if you care for me Stay little valentine Stay Each day is valentine's day.
Is your figure less than Greek? Is your mouth a little weak? When you open it to speak, Are you smart? But don't change a hair for me Not if you care for me Stay little valentine Stay Each day is Valentine's Day
There are many many crazy things That will keep me loving you And with your permission May I list a few
The way you wear your hat The way you sip your tea The memory of all that No, no, they can't take that away from me
The way your smile just beams The way you sing off key The way you haunt my dreams No, no, they can't take that away from me
We may never never meet again, on the bumpy road to love But I'll always, always keep the memory of
The way you hold your knife The way we danced till three The way you've changed my life No they can't take that away from me No they can't take that away from me
We may never, never, never meet again, on the bumpy road to love Still I'll always, always keep that memory of
The way you hold your knife The way we danced till three The way you've changed my life No, no, they can't take that away from me No they can't take that away They won't take that away 'Cause they can't take that away From me
It was winter in Manhattan, falling snow flakes filled the air, The streets were covered with a film of ice, But a little simple magic that I learned about somewhere, Changed the weather all around, just within a thrice. I bought you violets for your furs and it was spring for a while, remember? I bought you violets for your furs and there was April in that December. The snow drifted down and the flowers, and that is where it lay. The snow looked like dew and the blossoms as on a summer day. I bought you violets for your furs and there was blue in the wintry sky, You pinned my violets to your furs and gave a lift to the crowds passing by, You smiled at me so sweetly, since then one thought occurs, That we fell in love completely, the day I bought you violets for your furs.
Lately, I find myself gazing at stars, hearing guitars like someone in love. Sometimes the things I do astound me, mostly whenever you're around me. Lately I seem to walk as though I had wings, bump into things like someone in love. Each time I look at you, I'm limp as a glove, and feeling like someone in love.
My story is much too sad to be told, But practically everything leaves me totally cold. The exception I know is the case When I'm out on a quiet spree, Fighting vainly the old ennui, And I suddenly turn and see your fabulous face.
I get no kick from champagne. Mere alcohol doesn't thrill me at all. So tell me why should it be true That I get a kick out of you?
Some, they may go for cocaine. I'm sure that if I took even one sniff It would bore me terrifically, too. Yet I get a kick out of you.
I get a kick every time I see you standing there before me. I get a kick though it's clear to see you obviously do not adore me.
I get no kick in a plane. Flying too high with some gal in the sky Is my idea of nothing to do. Yet I get a kick - um you give me a boot - I get a kick out of you.
[2 different verses]
(Some like the perfume from Spain) (I'm sure that if I took even one sniff) (It would bore me terrifically too) (But I get a kick out of you)
(Some like the bop-type refrain) (I'm sure that if, I heard even one riff) (It would bore me terrifically too) (But I get a kick out of you)
When you were very young, the world was younger than you, As merry as a carousel, The circus tent was strung with ever star in the sky, Above the ring you loved so well. Now the young world has grown old, gone are the silver and gold, Chorus : Sit there and count your fingers, what can you do, Old girl, you're through. Just sit there and count your little fingers, unhappy little girl blue. Sit there and count the raindrops falling on you, It's time you knew, All you can count on are the raindrops that fall on little girl blue. No use, old girl, you might as well surrender, Your hopes are getting slender, why won't somebody send a tender Blue boy to cheer up little girl blue.