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1. |
| 3:17 | ||||
2. |
| 3:00 | ||||
3. |
| - | ||||
4. |
| 2:35 | ||||
5. |
| 3:09 | ||||
6. |
| 2:58 | ||||
7. |
| 3:28 | ||||
8. |
| 2:24 | ||||
I hear tell there's a stranger in the Jones household
(Yes siree, yes siree) That's what I'm told I hear tell there's a new arrival six days old (Yes siree, yes siree) Worth his weight in gold Come right in and meet the son Christening's done Time to have some fun (Yes siree, yes siree, yes siree) Yes siree, yes siree It's a big holiday everywhere For the Jones family has a brand new heir He's the joy Heaven sent And they proudly present Mister Franklin D Roosevelt Jones When he grows up he never will stray With a name like the one that he's got today As he walks down the street folks will say "Pleased to meet Mister Franklin D Roosevelt Jones" What a smile and how he shows it He'll keep happy all day long What a name, I bet he knows it With that handle how can he go wrong? And the folks in the town all agree He'll be famous, as famous as he can be How can he be a dud or a stick in the mud When he's Franklin D Roosevelt Jones? (Yes siree, yes siree, yes siree) 'Cause he's Franklin D Roosevelt of Jones |
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9. |
| 3:15 | ||||
10. |
| 2:42 | ||||
11. |
| 3:07 | ||||
12. |
| 2:32 | ||||
(from "Follow the Fleet")
There may be trouble ahead, But while there's music and moonlight, And love and romance, Let's face the music and dance. Before the fiddlers have fled, Before they ask us to pay the bill, And while we still have the chance, Let's face the music and dance. Soon, we'll be without the moon, Humming a different tune, and then, There may be teardrops to shed, So while there's moonlight and music, And love and romance, Let's face the music and dance, Dance, Let's face the music and dance. |
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13. |
| 3:01 | ||||
14. |
| 1:59 | ||||
15. |
| 2:55 | ||||
16. |
| 2:36 | ||||
17. |
| 2:42 | ||||
Gotta get my old tuxedo pressed, gotta sew a button on my vest,
'cause tonight I've gotta look my best, Lulu's back in town. Gotta get a half a buck somewhere, gotta shine my shoes and slick my hair, Gotta get myself a boutonniere, Lulu's back in town. You can tell all my pets, all my Harlem coquettes, Mister Otis regrets, that he won't be aroun'. You can tell the mailman not to call, I ain't comin' home until the fall And I might not get back home at all... Lulu's back in town. |
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18. |
| 3:14 | ||||