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I love coffee, I love tea
I love the java jive and it loves me Coffee and tea and the jivin' and me A cup, a cup, a cup, a cup, a cup I love java, sweet and hot Whoops, Mr. Moto, I'm a coffee pot Shoot me the pot and I'll pour me a shot A cup, a cup, a cup, a cup, a cup Oh, slip me a slug from the wonderful mug And I cut a rug till I'm snug in a jug A slice of onion and a raw one, draw one Waiter, waiter, percolator I love coffee, I love tea I love the java jive and it loves me Coffee and tea and the jivin' and me A cup, a cup, a cup, a cup, a cup Boston bean, soy bean Lima bean, string bean You know that I'm not keen for a bean Unless it is a cheery coffee bean I love coffee, I love tea I love the java jive and it loves me Coffee and tea and the jivin' and me A cup, a cup, a cup, a cup, a cup I love java, sweet and hot Whoops, Mr. Moto, I'm a coffee pot Shoot me the pot and I'll pour me a shot A cup, a cup, a cup, a cup, a cup Oh, slip me a slug from the wonderful mug And I cut a rug till I'm snug in a jug Drop me a nickel in my pot, Joe, takin' it slow Waiter, waiter, percolator I love coffee, I love tea I love the java jive and it loves me Coffee and tea and the jivinU and me A cup, a cup, a cup, a cup, a cup |
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When I'm not playing Solitaire
I take a book down from the shelf And what with programs on the air I keep pretty much to myself Missed the Saturday dance Heard they crowded the floor Couldn't bear it without you Don't get around much anymore Thought I'd visit the club Got as far as the door They'd have asked me about you Don't get around much anymore Oh darling I guess My mind's more at ease But nevertheless Why stir up memories Been invited all day Might have gone but what for Awfully different without you Don't get around much anymore Oh darling I guess My mind's more at ease But nevertheless Why stir up memories Been invited all day Might have gone but what for Awfully different without you Don't get around much anymore Don't get around much anymore Don't get around much anymore |
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If I didn't care more than words can say
If I didn't care would I feel this way? If this isn't love then why do I thrill? And what makes my head go 'round and 'round While my heart stands still? If I didn't care would it be the same? Would my ev'ry prayer begin and end with just your name? And would I be sure that this is love beyond compare? Would all this be true if I didn't care for you? Spoken: If I didn't care honey child, mo' than words can say. If I didn't care baby, would I feel this way? Darlin' if this isn’t love, then why do I thrill so much? What is it that makes my head go 'round and 'round while my heart just stands still so much? If I didn't care would it be the same? Would my ev'ry prayer begin and end with just your name? And would I be sure that this is love beyond compare? Would all this be true if I didn't care for you? |
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In a quaint caravan
There's a lady they call The Gypsy She can look in the future And drive away all your fears Everything will come right If you only believe The Gypsy She could tell at a glance That my heart was so full of tears She looked at my hand and told me My lover was always true And yet in my heart I knew, dear Somebody else was kissing you But I'll go there again 'Cause I want to believe The Gypsy That my lover is true And will come back to me some day You see, she looked in my hand and told me My baby was always true And yet in my heart I knew, dear Somebody else was kissing you But I'll go there again 'Cause I want to believe The Gypsy That my lover is true And will come back to me some day |
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Maybe you'll think of me when you are all alone
Maybe the one who is waiting for you will prove untrue Then what will you do? Maybe you'll sit and sigh, wishing that I were near Then maybe you'll ask me to come back again And maybe I'll say "maybe" Maybe you'll think of me when you are all alone Maybe the one who is waiting for you will prove untrue Then what will I do? Maybe you'll sit and sigh, wishing that I were near Then maybe you'll ask me to come back again And maybe I'll say "maybe" |
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