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Gone With the Wind
Just like a leaf that has flown away Gone with the wind My romance has blown away Yesterday's kisses are still on my lips, I've had a lifetime of heaven at my fingertips. But now all-all is gone. Gone is the rapture that fills my heart Gone with the Wind My romance has flown apart Just like a flame Love burned brightly, then became An empty smoke ring that has gone, Gone with the Wind. Gone, gone, gone with the wind Just like a leaf that has flown away Gone with the wind My romance has flown away Yesterday's kisses are still, still on my lips, I've had a lifetime of heaven at my fingertips. But now all-all is gone. Gone is the rapture that fills my heart Gone with the Wind My romance has flown apart Just like a flame Love burned brightly, then became An empty smoke ring that has Gone with the Wind. {scat} Gone with the Wind |
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| 2:44 |
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Look at me, I'm as helpless as a kitten up a tree;
And I feel like I'm clingin' to a cloud, I can' t understand I get misty, just holding your hand. Walk my way, And a thousand violins begin to play, Or it might be the sound of your hello, That music I hear, I get misty,whenever you're near. Can't you see that you're leading me on? And it's just what I want you to do, Don't you notice how hopelessly I'm lost That's why I'm following you. On my own, When I wander through this wonderland alone, Never knowing my right foot from my left My hat from my glove I'm too misty, and too much in love. I'M JUST too misty, And too much In love..... |
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| 3:04 |
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I've wined and dined on Mulligan Stew, and never wished for Turkey
As I hitched and hiked and grifted too, from Maine to Albuquerque Alas, I missed the Beaux Arts Ball, and what is twice as sad I was never been to a party where they honored Noel Ca-ad (Coward) But social circles spin too fast for me My "hobohemia" is the place to be I get too hungry, for dinner at eight I like the theater, but never come late I never bother, with people I hate That's why the lady is a tramp I don't like crap games, with barons and earls Won't go to Harlem, in ermine and pearls Won't dish the dirt, with the rest of the girls That's why the lady is a tramp I like the free, fresh wind in my hair Life without care I'm broke, it's o'k Hate California, it's cold and it's damp That's why the lady is a tramp Girls get massages, they cry and they moan Tell slender Ella to leave me alone I'm not so hot, but my shape is my own That's why the lady is a tramp The food at the Kopensky is perfect, no doubt I couldn't tell you what the Ritz is about Drop a nickle in, and coffee comes out That's why the lady is a tramp Like the sweet, fresh, rain in my face Diamonds and lace, no got, so what?! for Frank Sinatra, I whistle and stamp That's why the lady is a tramp She's a hobo She's a scamp She's a no-good kinda tramp That's why the lady is a tramp ***this song's the "Ella In Berlin" CD version*** |
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Someday he'll come along
The man I love And he'll be big and strong The man I love And when he comes my way I'll do my best to make him stay He'll look at me and smile I'll understand And in a little while He'll take my hand And though it seems absurd I know we both won't say a word Maybe I shall meet him Sunday Maybe Monday, maybe not Still I'm sure to meet him one day Maybe Tuesday will be my good news day He'll build a little home Just meant for two From which I'll never roam Who would, would you? And so, all else above, I'm waiting for the man I love |
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| 2:59 |
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Summertime, and the livin' is easy
Fish are jumpin' and the cotton is high Oh, your daddy's rich and your ma is good-lookin' So hush little baby, Don't you cryOne of these mornings you're gonna rise up singing And you'll spread your wings and you'll take to the sky But 'til that morning, there ain't nothin' can harm you With Daddy and Mammy standin' byOne of these mornings you're gonna rise up singing And you'll spread your wings and you'll take to the sky But 'til that morning, there ain't nothin can harm you With Daddy and Mammy standin' by |
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| 3:31 |
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It's too darn hot,
It's too darn hot. I'd like to sup with my baby tonight, Fulfill the cup with my baby tonight. I'd like to sup with my baby tonight, Fulfill the cup with my baby tonight, But I ain't up to my baby tonight, 'Cause it's too darn hot. It's too darn hot, It's too darn hot. I'd like to coo with my baby tonight, And pitch the woo with my baby tonight. I'd like to coo with my baby tonight, And pitch the woo with my baby tonight. But sister you'll fight my baby tonight 'Cause it's too darn hot. It's too darn hot, According to the latest Report Ev'ry average girl you know Much prefers her lovely doggie to court When the temperature is low, But when the thermometer goes 'way up And the weather is sizzling hot, Mister Adam For his madam. Is not, 'Cause it's too, too Too darn hot, It's too darn hot, It's too darn hot. BOYS: It's too darn hot, It's too darn hot. It's too darn hot. Hot, hot, hot, hot... |
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| 5:13 |
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{Spoken} Thank you. We'd like to do something for you now.
We haven't heard a girl sing it. And since it's so popular, we'd like to try and do it for you. We hope we remember all the words.{} Oh, the shark has pearly teeth, dear And he shows them, pearly white Just a jack knife has Macheath, dear And he keeps it out of sight Oh, the shark bites with his teeth, dear Scarlet billows start to spread Fancy gloves though, wears Macheath dear So there's not, not a trace of red On a Sunday, Sunday morning Lies a body, oozin' life Someone's sneaking 'round the corner Tell me could it be, could it be, could it be Mack the Knife? Oh, what's the next chorus? To this song, now This is the one, now I don't know But it was a swinging tune And its a hit tune So we tried to do Mack The Knife Ah, Louis Miller Oh, something about cash Yeah, Miller, he was spending that trash And Macheath dear, he spends like a sailor Tell me, tell me, tell me Could that boy do, something rash Oh Bobby Darin, and Louis Armstrong They made a record, oh but they did And now Ella, Ella, and her fellas We're making a wreck, what a wreck Of Mack The Knife {Louis Armstrong imitation} Oh Snookie Taudry, bah bah bah nop do bo de do bah bah bah nop do bo de do Just a jack knife has Macheath, dear And do bo bo bah bah bah nop do bo de do {} So, you've heard it Yes, we've swung it And we tried to Yes, we sung it You won't recognize it It's a surprise hit This tune, called Mack The Knife And so we leave you, in Berlin town Yes, we've swung old Mack We've swung old Mack in town For the Darin fans, And for the Louis Armstrong fans, too We told you look out, look out, look out Old Macheath's back in town |
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| 8:09 |
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How High the moon - (Nancy Hamilton / Morgan Lewis)
Somewhere there's music How faint the tune Somewhere there's heaven How high the moon There is no moon above When love is far away too Till it comes true That you love me as I love you Somewhere there's music How near, how far Somewhere there's heaven It's where you are The darkest night would shine If you would come to me soon Until you will, how still my heart How high the moon Somewhere there's music How faint the tune Somewhere there's heaven How high the moon The darkest night would shine If you would come to me soon Until you will, how still my heart How high the moon |
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