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(Don Raye - Hughie Prince)
He was a famous trumpet man from out Chicago way He had a boogie style that no one else could play He was the top man at his craft But then his number came up and he was gone with the draft He's in the army now, a-blowin' reveille He's the boogie woogie bugle boy of Company B They made him blow a bugle for his Uncle Sam It really brought him down because he couldn't jam The captain seemed to understand Because the next day the cap' went out and drafted a band And now the company jumps when he plays reveille He's the boogie woogie bugle boy of Company B A-toot, a-toot, a-toot-diddelyada-toot He blows it eight-to-the-bar, in boogie rhythm He can't blow a note unless the bass and guitar is playin' with 'im He makes the company jump when he plays reveille He's the boogie woogie bugle boy of Company B He was our boogie woogie bugle boy of Company B And when he plays boogie woogie bugle he was busy as a 'bzzz' bee And when he plays he makes the company jump eight-to-the-bar He's the boogie woogie bugle boy of Company B Toot-toot-toot, toot-diddelyada, toot-diddelyada Toot, toot, he blows it eight-to-the-bar He can't blow a note if the bass and guitar isn't with 'im A-a-a-and the company jumps when he plays reveille He's the boogie woogie bugle boy of Company B (Instrumental interlude) He puts the boys asleep with boogie every night And wakes 'em up the same way in the early bright They clap their hands and stamp their feet Because they know how he plays when someone gives him a beat He really breaks it up when he plays reveille He's the boogie woogie bugle boy of Company B Da-dah-da-dah-da Da-dah-da-da-dah-da Da-dah-da-da-da A-a-a-and the company jumps when he plays reveille He's the boogie woogie bugle boy of Company B! |
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Beat Me Daddy Eight to the Bar
In a little honky-tonky village in Texas There's a guy who plays the best piano by far He can play piano any way that you like it But the way he likes to play is eight to the bar When he plays, it's a ball He's the daddy of them all The people gather around when he gets on the stand Then when he plays, he gets a hand The rhythm he beats puts the cats in a trance Nobody there bothers to dance But when he plays with the bass and guitar They holler out, "Beat me Daddy, eight to the bar" A-plink, a-plank, a-plink plank, plink plank A-plunkin' on the keys A-riff, a-raff, a-riff raff, riff raff A-riffin' out with ease And when he plays with the bass and guitar They holler out, "Beat me Daddy, eight to the bar" He plays a boogie, he plays eight to the bar A boogie-woogie, that is the way he likes to play on his piano And we all know That when he plays he puts them all in a trance The cats all holler "Hooray" You'll hear them say, "Beat me Daddy, eight to the bar" In a little honky-tonky village in Texas There's a guy who plays the best piano by far When he plays with the bass and guitar They holler, "Beat me up Daddy, beat me Daddy, eight to the bar" The people gather around when he gets up on the stand Then when he plays, he gets a hand The rhythm that he plays puts the cats in a trance Nobody there ever bothers to dance But when he plays with the bass and guitar They holler out, "Beat me Daddy, eight to the bar" A-plink plink, a-plank plank, a-plink plank, plink plank A-plunkin' on the keys A-riff riff, a-raff raff, a-riff raff, riff raff A-riffin' out with ease But when he plays with the bass and guitar They holler out, "Beat me Daddy, eight to the bar" |
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If you ever go down Trinidad
They make you feel so very glad Calypso sing and make up rhyme Guarantee you one real good fine time Drinkin' rum and Coca-Cola Go down Point Koomahnah Both mother and daughter Workin' for the Yankee dollar Oh, beat it man, beat it If the Yankee come to Trinidad They got the young girls all goin' mad Young girls say they treat 'em nice Make Trinidad like paradise Drinkin' rum and Coca-Cola Go down Point Koomahnah Both mother and daughter Workin' for the Yankee dollar Oh, you vex me, you vex me Chicachicaree to Mona's Isle Native girls all dance and smile Help soldier celebrate his leave Makes everyday like New Year's Eve Drinkin' rum and Coca-Cola Go down Point Koomahnah Both mother and daughter Workin' for the Yankee dollar It's a fact, man, it's a fact In old Trinidad, I also fear The situation is mighty queer Like the Yankee girls, the native swoon When she hear der Bingo croon Drinkin' rum and Coca-Cola Go down Point Koomahnah Both mother and daughter Workin' for the Yankee dollar Out on Manzanella Beach G.I. romance with native peach All night long, make tropic love The next day, sit in hot sun and cool off Drinkin' rum and Coca-Cola Go down Point Koomahnah Both mother and daughter Workin' for the Yankee dollar It's a fact, man, it's a fact Rum and Coca-Cola Rum and Coca-Cola Workin' for the Yankee dollar |
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Hold Tight - Andrews Sisters
Choo choo to Broadway foo Cincinnati Don't get icky with the one two three Life is just so fine on the solid side of the line, rip Hold tight, hold tight, a-hold tight, hold tight Fododo-de-yacka saki Want some sea food mama Shrimps and rice they're very nice Hold tight, hold tight, a-hold tight, hold tight Fododo-de-yacka saki Want some sea food mama Shrimps and rice they're very nice I like oysters, lobsters too, I like my tasty butter fish, fooo When I come home late at night I get my favorite dish, fish Hold tight, hold tight, a-hold tight, hold tight Fododo-de-yacka saki Want some seafood mama Shrimps and rice they're very niiiiiiiiiiiiice Bad da do daa, da de do da do daa, ba da da da do daaaa Fododododo Yacka sacki want some seafood Mama Shrimps and rice they're always very nice Fododo dya, Fododo dya Fododo-de-yacka saki want some seafood Mama Oh won't you give it to me cause I'm as happy as can be When the seafood comes to me La-da-da La-da-da La-da-da I like oysters, lob,sters too Ba-da-da-dat-dat-da-dada-data When I get home late at night I get my favorite dish, fish Hold tight, hold tight, a-hold tight, hold tight Fododo-de-yacka saki Want some sea food mama Shrimps and rice are very nice Ho,ho,hold tight won't cha hold tight, Hold tight Fododododo Yacka sacki want some seafood Mama Shrimpers a-hand ri-hice a-hare very nice I like oysters, lobsters too, I like my tasty butter fish, Joe When I come home late at night drip drip dripin' on the window pane Wash it Hold tight do-dat-do-day Hold tight she wants some seafood Mama Shrimpers and rice they're very nice I like oysters, lobsters too, I like my tasty butter fish, fooo When I come home late at night I get my favorite dish, fish Hold tight, hold tight Hold tight, hold tight Want some seafood Oh Mama Shrimpers and rice Oh Hold tight |
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Of all the boys I've known, and I've known some
Until I first met you, I was lonesome And when you came in sight, dear, my heart grew light And this old world seemed new to me You're really swell, I have to admit you Deserve expressions that really fit you And so I've racked my brain, hoping to explain All the things that you do to me Bei mir bist du sch?, please let me explain Bei mir bist du sch? means you're grand Bei mir bist du sch?, again I'll explain It means you're the fairest in the land I could say "Bella, bella", even say "Voonderbar" Each language only helps me tell you how grand you are I've tried to explain, bei mir bist du sch? So kiss me and say you understand Bei mir bist du sch?, you've heard it all before but let me try to explain Bei mir bist du sch? means that you're grand Bei mir bist du sch?, it's such an old refrain and yet I should explain It means I am begging for your hand I could say "Bella, bella", even say "Voonderbar" Each language only helps me tell you how grand you are I could say "Bella, bella", even say "Voonderbar" Each language only helps me tell you how grand you are I've tried to explain, bei mir bist du sch? So kiss me and say that you will understand |
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By His word, in the beginnin' by His word
By His word, in the beginnin' by His word He divided up the light into day and into night And He saw that it was right by His word Then He made the earth and seas by His word Then He made the earth and seas by His word Made the sun to rule the day and the moon in bright array Put the stars on the Milky Way by his word Glory, glory hallelujah By His word, we started livin' by His word By His word, we started livin' by His word Over rock and sky and sea he gave us authority So, His children could be free by His word By His word, He made the Sabbath by His word By His word, He made the Sabbath by His word He gave us this day of rest, so, who'd 've thought would be the best And the sabbath day he blessed by His word Then He made the earth and seas by His word Then He made the earth and seas by His word Made the sun to rule the day and the moon in bright array Put the stars on the Milky Way by His word By His word, by His word, by His word |
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