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We are trav'ling in the footsteps
Of those who've gone before But we'll all be reunited (but if we stand reunited) On a new and sunlit shore (then a new world is in store) O when the saints go marching in When the saints go marching in O Lord I want to be in that number When the saints go marching in And when the sun refuse (begins) to shine And when the sun refuse (begins) to shine O Lord I want to be in that number When the saints go marching in When the moon turns red with blood When the moon turns red with blood O Lord I want to be in that number When the saints go marching in On that hallelujah day On that hallelujah day O Lord I want to be in that number When the saints go marching in O when the trumpet sounds the call O when the trumpet sounds the call O Lord I want to be in that number When the saints go marching in Some say this world of trouble Is the only one we need But I'm waiting for that morning When the new world is revealed When the revelation (revolution) comes When the revelation (revolution) comes O Lord I want to be in that number When the saints go marching in When the rich go out and work When the rich go out and work O Lord I want to be in that number When the saints go marching in When the air is pure and clean When the air is pure and clean O Lord I want to be in that number When the saints go marching in When we all have food to eat When we all have food to eat O Lord I want to be in that number When the saints go marching in When our leaders learn to cry When our leaders learn to cry O Lord I want to be in that number When the saints go marching in |
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C'est si bon (it's so good)
De Com C'est si bon Lovers say that in france When they thrill to romance It means that it´s so good C´est si bon So I say to you Like the french people do Because it´s oh so good. Every word, every sigh, every kiss, dear, Leads to only one thought And the thought is this, dear! C´est si bon Nothing else can replace Just your slyest embrace And if you only would Be my own for the rest of my days I will whisper this phrase My darling, my darling... C'est si bon! |
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Hello Dolly!
This is Louis, Dolly It's so nice to have you back where you belong You're lookin' swell, Dolly I can tell, Dolly You're still glowin', you're still crowin', you're still goin' strong I feel that room swayin' While the band's playin' One of your old favorite songs from way back when So take her wrap, fellas Find her an empty lap, fellas Dolly'll never go away again Hello, Dolly! Well, hello, Dolly It's so nice to have you back where you belong I feel that room swayin' While the band's playin' One of our old favorite songs from way back when So golly gee, fellas Have a little faith in me, fellas Dolly'll never go away Fellas, she'll never go away Dolly'll never go away again |
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Oh, the shark, babe, has such teeth, dear
And he shows them pearly white Just a jackknife has old MacHeath, babe And he keeps it, ah, out of sight Ya know when that shark bites with his teeth, dear Scarlet billows start to spread Fancy gloves, oh, wears old MacHeath, babe So there's never, never a trace of red On the sidewalk on Sunday mornin', don't you know Lies a body just oozin' life And someone's sneakin' round the corner Could that be our boy Mack the Knife? From a tugboat, down by the river dontcha know Where a cement bag's just a'droopin' on down That cement's there, it's there for the weight, dear Five'll get ya ten old Macky's back in town Now d'ja hear 'bout Louie Miller? He disappeared, babe After drawin' out all his hard-earned cash And now MacHeath spends, he spends just like a sailor Could it be our boy's done somethin' rash? Now Jenny Diver, ho, Sukey Tawdry Ooh, Miss Lotte Lenya and old Lucy Brown Oh, the line forms on the right, babe Now that Macky's back in town I said Jenny Diver, whoa, Sukey Tawdry Look out to Miss Lotte Lenya and old Lucy Brown Yes, that line forms on the right, babe Now that Macky's back in town Look out, old Macky's back!! |
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Give me a kiss to build a dream on,
And my imagination will thrive upon that kiss. Sweetheart, I ask no more than this: A kiss to build a dream on. Give me a kiss before you leave me, And my imagination will feed my hungry heart. Leave me one thing before we part, A kiss to build a dream on. When I’m alone with my fancies, I’ll be with you, Weaving romances, making believe they’re true. Give me your lips for just a moment, And my imagination will make that moment live. Give me what you alone can give, A kiss to build a dream on! |
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What good is sittin' alone in your room
Come hear the music play, yes Life is a cabaret old chum Come to the cabaret Put down that knittin', the book and the broom Time for a holiday, yes Life is a cabaret old chum So come to the cabaret Come taste the wine, come hear that band Yes, it's time for celebratin' Right this way, your table's waitin' No use permittin' a prophet of doom Wipe every smile away, yes Life is a cabaret old chum So come to the cabaret, yes Yes, life is a cabaret old chum Only a cabaret old chum So come to the cabaret |
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Yes, a New Orleans woman
She's alright with me I said New Orleans woman She's alright with me That's my hometown I'm talking about 'Cause when she cooks That good old Gumbo fillet I'm happy as can be I love my baby I'm gonna tell you the reason why Let you know the secret out Yes I love my baby Well, I'm gonna tell you the reason why Never told you this before 'Cause there ain't a chance for a cutout You've got to stay with me till the day I die |
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You coax the blues right out of the horn, Mame,
You charm the husk right off of the corn, Mame, You've got the banjoes strummin' and plunkin' out a tune to beat the band, The whole plantation's hummin' since you brought Dixie back to Dixieland. You make your Louis, feel like the king, Mame You make the world we're living in swing, Mame You make the old magnolia tree, blossom at the mention of your name. Your special fascination'll, prove to be inspirational, I think you're just sensational, Mame. Mame Mame Yes, you make your Satchmo feel like a king, Mame You make the world we're living in swing, Mame You make the old magnolia tree, blossom at the mention of your name. Your special fascination'll, prove to be inspirational, I think you're just sensational, Yea, sensational You sensational Mame. Mame, Mame, Mame |
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Ev'ry honeybee.... fills with jealousy
When they see you out with me I don't blame them....goodness knows Honeysuckle Rose When you're passin' by....flowers drop and sigh And I know the reason why You're much sweeter....goodness knows Honeysuckle Rose Don't buy sugar....you just have to touch my cup you're my sugar....it's so sweet when you stir it up When I'm taking sips...from your tasty lips Seems the honey fairly drips You're confection.....goodness knows Honeysuckle Rose. (instrumental break) Don't buy sugar....you just have to touch my cup you're my sugar....it's so sweet when you stir it up When I'm taking sips...from your tasty lips Seems the honey fairly drips You're confection.....goodness knows Honeysuckle Rose. I said you're confection.....goodness knows Honeysuckle Rose. |
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I found my thrill on blueberry hill
On blueberry hill when I found you The moon stood still on blueberry hill And lingered until my dreams came true The wind in the willow played Love's sweet melody But all of those vows we made Were never to be Tho' we're apart, you're part of me still For you were my thrill on blueberry hill |
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