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I see trees of green........ red roses too
I see 'em bloom..... for me and for you And I think to myself... what a wonderful world. I see skies of blue..... clouds of white Bright blessed days....dark sacred nights And I think to myself ...what a wonderful world. The colors of a rainbow.....so pretty ..in the sky Are also on the faces.....of people ..going by I see friends shaking hands...sayin'.. how do you do They're really sayin'......I love you. I hear babies cry...... I watch them grow They'll learn much more.....than I'll never know And I think to myself .....what a wonderful world (instrumental break) The colors of a rainbow.....so pretty ..in the sky Are there on the faces.....of people ..going by I see friends shaking hands...sayin'.. how do you do They're really sayin'...*SPOKEN*(I ....LOVE....YOU). I hear babies cry...... I watch them grow *SPOKEN*(You know their gonna learn a whole lot more than I'll never know) And I think to myself .....what a wonderful world Yes I think to myself .....what a wonderful world. |
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| 2. |
| 2:28 |
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I said hello, Dolly,......well, hello, 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 favourite songs from way back when So..... take her wrap, fellas....... Find her an empty lap, fellas Dolly'll never go away again (instrumental break) I said hello, Dolly,.....well, hello, 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 the room swayin'... While that ole band keeps on playin' One of your old favourite songs from way back when So...golly, gee, fellas.... Find her an empty knee, fellas Dolly'll never go away....I said she'll never go away Dolly'll never go away again |
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| 3. |
| 3:01 |
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Sitting in the sun
Counting my money Fanned by a summer breeze Sweeter than the honey Counting my money Those green backs on the tree Comes the summer shower Drops the rain falling Sweeter than Christmas chimes Hearing those jingles upon those blue singers Like pennys, nickels, and dimes ~ Though it's known That what I own It's not a large amount Feels like though That I behold In my bank account ~ Yes ~ sitting in the sun Counting my money Happy as I can be And to top it all The shadows fall I look to heaven and I see ~ There is a single dollar in the sky Shining down on me ~ Yes ~ Sitting in the sun Counting my money Happy as I can be And to top it all The shadows fall I look to heaven and I see ~ There is a single dollar in the sky And it's shining me ~ And shining in Shining down on me ~~~ |
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| 3:05 |
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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 (instrumental break) When I'm alone with my fancies...I'll be with you Weaving romances...making believe they're true Give me a kiss to build a dream on And my imagination will thrive upon that kiss Ah sweetheart, I ask no more than this A kiss to build a dream on |
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| 3:07 |
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| 7. |
| 3:05 |
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Kiss of Fire
I touch your lips and all at once, the sparks go flying Those devil lips that know so well when I am lying And though I see the danger, still flames go higher I know I must surrender to your kiss of fire Just like a torch you set my soul within me burning I must go on along the road, no returning And though it burns me, it turns me into ashes My whole world crashes, without your kiss of fire I can't resist you, what good is there in trying What good is there denying, you're all that I desire Since first I kissed you, my heart was yours completely If I'm a slave, then it's a slave, I want to be... Don't pity me, don't pity me Give me your lips, the lips you only let me borrow Love me tonight, devil take tomorrow I know that I must have your kiss although it kills me Though it consumes me, your kiss of fire I know that I must have your kiss although it kills me Though it consumes me your kiss of fire. |
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| 8. |
| 3:28 |
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When we are dancing
and you dangerous lean to me I get ideas I get ideas I want you to hold me so much closer Than I begged you I want to scold you cause I gamble that I can`t do And when you touch me And there is a fire with every finger I get ideas Yes ~ i get ideas And after we have kissed good night And you still linger I kinda figure that you get ideas too ~ Your eyes are always saying The things you never say I only hope it's saying That you could love me, too ~ But that's the whole idea to Let me idea that I'm falling in love with you ~ And after we have kissed good night As you still linger Then I kinda think you get ideas ~ too ~ |
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| 9. |
| 2:34 |
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I'll tell you why I can't find you
Every time I go out to your place... You gone fishin' (well how you know) Well there's a sign upon your door (uh-huh) Gone fishin' (I'm real gone man) You ain't workin' anymore (could be) There's your hoe out in the sun Where you left a row half done You claim that hoein' ain't no fun(well I can prove it) You ain't got no ambition Gone fishin' by a shady wady pool (Shangrila, really la) I'm wishin' I could be that kind of fool (should I twist your arm?) I'd say no more work for mine (welcome to the club) On my door I'd hang a sign Gone fishin' instead of just a-wishin' Papa Bing (yeah Louis) I stopped by your place a time or two lately And you aren't home either Well, I'm a busy man Louis. I got a lotta deals cookin' I was probably tied up at the studio You weren't tied up you dog You was just plain old... Gone fishin' (bah-boo-bah-boo-bah-boo-bah-boo-bah) There's a sign upon your door (Pops, don't blab it around, will you?) Gone fishin' (keep it shady, I got me a big one staked out) Mmm, you ain't workin' anymore (I don't have to work, I got me a piece of Gary) Cows need milkin' in the barn (I have the twins on that detail, they each take a side) But you just don't give a darn (give 'em four bits a cow and hand lotion) You just never seem to learn (man, you taught me) You ain't got no ambition (you're convincin' me) Gone fishin' (bah-boo-dah-do-dah-do-dah-do) Got your hound dog by your side (that's old Cindy-Lou goin' with me) Gone fishin' (mmm-hmm-hmm-hmm-hmm) Fleas are bitin' at his hide (get away from me boy, you bother me) Mmm, folks won't find us now because Mister Satch and Mister Cros We gone fishin' instead of just a-wishin' Bah-boo-baby-bah-boo-bah-bay-mmm-bo-bay Oh yeah! |
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| 4:59 |
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Skokiaan Oooooh, far away in Africa
Happy, happy Africa They sing a-bing-a-bang-a-bingo They have a ball and really go Skokiaan, Skokiaan, Skokiaan Oooooh, Take a trip to Africa Take any ship to Africa Come on along and learn the lingo Beside a jungle bungalow Skokiaan, Skokiaan, Skokiaan Hot drums are drumming, the Hot strings are strumming, and Warm lips are blissful, they're Kissful of Skokiaan Oooooh, when you go to Africa Happy, happy, Africa You live along like a king-o Right in the jungle bungalo Hokey-Skoki, Skoki-oki-aan Okey-Dokey, anybody can (Skoki-Skoki) man, oh man, oh man You sing a-bing-a-bang-a-bingo In hokey-pokey Skokiaan Skoi-aa-aa-aa--ann Oh-hoooo, far away in Africa Happy, happy Africa They sing a-bing-a-bang-a-bingo They have a ball and really go, go, go Oh-hoooo, take a trip to Africa Any ship to Africa Come on along and learn the lingo Beside a jungle bungalow Hot drums are drumming, the Hot strings are strumming, and Warm lips are blissful, they're Kissful of Skokiaan Oooooh, if you go to Africa Happy, happy Africa You live along like a king-o Right in a jungle bungalo Skokiaan, Skokiaan, Skokiaan, Skokiaan Ooooooooh, right in a jungle bungalo Skokiaan |
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| 3:26 |
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Hold me close and hold me fast
The magic spell you cast This is La vie en rose When you kiss me heaven sighs And tho I close my eyes I see La vie en rose When you press me to your heart I'm in a world apart A world where roses bloom And when you speak...angels sing from above Everyday words seem...to turn into love songs Give your heart and soul to me And life will always be La vie en rose |
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| 2:22 |
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I'll take the legs from some old table
I'll take the arms from some old chair I'll take the neck from some old bottle And from a horse I'll take the hair I'll take the hands and face from some old clock And baby when I'm through I'll get more loving from the dum-dum-dummy Than I ever got from you Get me some legs get me a chair And a bottle, too Give a horse give me some time And baby when I'm through I'll take the legs from some old table I'll take the arms from some old chair I'll take the neck from some old bottle And from a horse I'll take the hair I'll take the hands and face from some old clock And baby when I'm through I'll get more loving from the dum-dum-dummy Than I ever got from you I get more loving from the dum-dum-dummy Than I ever got from you Yeah Mama get more loving From a dummy than I get from you |
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| 3:05 |
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| 4:06 |
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| 2:54 |
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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) Though we're apart......you're part of me still For you were my thrill......on Blueberry Hill (I found my thrill)........... Come climb the hill with me, baby (on Blueberry Hill)............ We'll see what we shall see (on Blueberry Hill)............... I'll bring my horn with me (when I found you)................. I'll be with you where berries are blue (the moon stood still)................ Each afternoon we'll go (on Blueberry Hill)..................... Higher than the moon we'll go (and lingered until).................... Then, to a weddin' in June we'll go (my dreams came true)................. Ba-ba-da-d-bzz-bzz-va-d-in-da-day The wind in the willow played .................. (do you really love me) Love's sweet melody ......................... (as I love you) But all of those vows we made ................ (will you still remember) Were never to be .......................... (when the night is through) Though we're apart......you're part of me still For you were my thrill......on Blueberry Hill |
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| 3:18 |
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Pale moon shining on the fields below
Folks are crooning songs soft and low Needn't tell me so because I know It's sleepy time down south Soft winds blowing through the pinewood trees Folks down there like a life of ease When old mammy falls upon her knees It's sleepy time down south Steamboats on the river a coming or a going Splashing the night away Hear those banjos ringing, the people are singing They dance til the break of day, hey Dear old southland with his dreamy songs Takes me back there where I belong How I'd love to be in my mammy's arms When it's sleepy time way down south Dear old southland with his dreamy songs Take me back there where I belong How I'd love to be in my mammy's arms When it's sleepy time down south Sleepy time down south |
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