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| 3:12 | 
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| 2. |
| 3:07 | 
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Words by Albert Stillman, music by Paul McGrane.
Moppin' up sodapop rickeys To our heart's delight Dancin' to swingeroo quickies Jukebox saturday night Goodman and Kyser and Miller Help to make things bright Mixin' hot licks with vanilla Jukebox saturday night They put nothin' past us Me and honey lamb Making one Coke last us Till it's time to scram Money we really don't need bad, We make out alright Lettin' the other guy feed that Jukebox saturday night After sippin' a soda we got a scheme Somebody else plays the record machine It's so easy to say pet names When you listen to the trumpet of Harry James... We love to hear that tenor croon Whenever the Ink Spots sing a tune... ("The Ink Spots"): If I didn't know why the roses grow Then I wouldn't know why the roses grow... (Spoken) Now listen, honey child, If I didn't know all them little things I'm supposed to know Then I sure would be a SAD man If I didn't know... Money we really don't need it, We make out alright Lettin' the other guy feed that Jukebox saturday night! |
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| 3. |
| 3:29 |
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| 4. |
| 2:33 |
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| 5. |
| 2:35 |
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Fools rush in where angels fear to tread
And so I come to you my love My heart above my head Though I see the danger there If there's a chance for me, then I don't care Fools rush in where wisemen never go But wisemen never fall in love So, how are they to know? When we met, I felt my life begin So open your heart & let this fool rush in |
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| 3:15 |
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| 7. |
| 3:20 |
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It's a blue world without you
It's a blue world alone My days and nights That once were filled with heaven With you away how empty they have grown It's a blue world from now on It's a through world for me The sea, the sky, my heart and I Are all an indigo hue Without you it's a blue, blue world.. |
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| 2:28 |
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| 9. |
| 3:35 |
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| 10. |
| 2:51 |
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| 11. |
| 3:01 |
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| 12. |
| 3:01 |
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| 13. |
| 3:01 |
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| 14. |
| 2:51 |
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| 15. |
| 3:02 |
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That old black magic has me in its spell
That old black magic that you weave so well Those icy fingers up and down my spine That same old witchcraft when your eyes meet mine The same old tingle that I feel inside And then that elevator starts its ride And down and down I go, 'round and 'round I go Like a leaf that's caught in the tide I should stay away, but what can I do? I hear your name and I'm aflame Aflame with such a burning desire That only your kiss can put out the fire For you're the lover I have waited for The mate that fate had me created for And every time your lips meet mine Darling, down and down I go, 'round and 'round I go In a spin, loving the spin I'm in Under that old black magic called love |
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| 2:55 |
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...Here comes the man with the mandolin
He'll cheer you up till your ship comes in Loveable old fellow playing an old tune He comes round every afternoon Raggedy old minstrel wearing a big grin You'll love the man with the mandolin All the kids follow, all the kids holler To the windows above, "Mama, throw a nickle, and the man will Pick a little tune we love..." Open your heart, let the music in, There goes the man with the mandolin! |
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| 17. |
| 2:55 |
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| 18. |
| 2:41 |
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| 19. |
| 3:35 |
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