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Somethings gotta give,
Somethings gotta give somethings gotta give When an irresistible force such as you Meets and old immovable object like me You can bet as sure as you live Something's gotta give, something's gotta give, Something's gotta give. When an irrepressible smile such as yours Warms an old implacable heart such as mine Don't say no because I insist. Somewhere, somehow, Someone's gonna be kissed. So en garde who knows what the fates have in store From their vast mysterious sky? I'll try hard ignoring those lips I adore But how long can anyone try? Fight, fight, fight, fight, fight it with all of our might, Chances are some heavenly star spangled night We'll find out as sure as we live Something's gotta give, something's gotta give, Something's gotta give. Fight, fight, fight it with all of our might, Chances are some heavenly star spangled night We'll find out as sure as we live Something's gotta give, something's gotta give, Something's gotta give. Something's gotta , something's gotta give |
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| 2. |
| 3:55 |
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Our Love Is Here To Stay by Rod Stewart
It's very clear, our love is here to stay Not for a year but ever and a day The radio and the telephone and the movies that we know May just be passing fancies and in time may go But oh, my dear, our love is here to stay Together we're going a long, long way In time the Rockies may crumble, Gibraltar may tumble They're only made of clay But our love is here to stay The radio and the telephone and the movies that we know May just be passing fancies and in time may go Oh, my dear, our love is here to stay Together we're going a long, long way In time the Rockies may crumble, Gibraltar may tumble They're only made of clay Oh, but our love is here Our love is here But our love is here to stay To stay |
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| 3. |
| 7:05 |
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After one whole quart of brandy
Like a daisy, I'm awake With no Bromo-Seltzer handy I don't even shakeMen are not a new sensation I've done pretty well I think But this half-pint imitation Put me on the blinkI'm wild again, beguiled again A simpering, whimpering child again Bewitched, bothered and bewildered - am ICouldn't sleep and wouldn't sleep When love came and told me, I shouldn't sleep Bewitched, bothered and bewildered - am ILost my heart, but what of it He is cold I agree He can laugh, but I love it Although the laugh's on meI'll sing to him, each spring to him And long, for the day when I'll cling to him Bewitched, bothered and bewildered - am IHe's a fool and don't I know it But a fool can have his charms I'm in love and don't I show it Like a babe in armsLove's the same old sad sensation Lately I've not slept a wink Since this half-pint imitation Put me on the blinkI've sinned a lot, I'm mean a lot But I'm like sweet seventeen a lot Bewitched, bothered and bewildered - am II'll sing to him, each spring to him And worship the trousers that cling to him Bewitched, bothered and bewildered - am IWhen he talks, he is seeking Words to get off his chest Horizontally speaking, he's at his very bestVexed again, perplexed again Thank God, I can be oversexed again Bewitched, bothered and bewildered - am IWise at last, my eyes at last, Are cutting you down to your size at last Bewitched, bothered and bewildered - no moreBurned a lot, but learned a lot And now |
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The snow is snowing and the wind is blowing
But I can weather the storm! What do I care how much it may storm? For I've got my love to keep me warm I can't remember a worse December Just watch those icicles form! Oh, what do I care if icicles form? Oh, I've got my love to keep me warm Off with my overcoat, off with my glove I need no overcoat, I'm burning with love! My heart's on fire, the flame grows higher So I will weather the storm! What do I care how much it may storm? Oh, I've got my love to keep me warm The snow is snowing, the wind is blowing But I can weather the storm! What do I care how much it may storm? Oh, I've got my love to keep me warm I can't remember a worse December Just watch those icicles form! What do I care if icicles form? Oh-ho-ho, I've got my love to keep me warm Off with my overcoat, off with my glove I need no overcoat, I'm burning with love! My heart's on fire, the flame grows higher So I will weather the storm! What do I care how much it may storm? Oh, I've got my love to keep me warm |
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| 3:24 |
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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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The way he should
’cause I got it bad, and that ain’t good My poor heart is sentimental Not made of wood I got it bad, and that ain’t good But when the weekend’s over And monday rolls around My man and me, We pray some, We gin some And sin some He don’t love me Like I love him Nobody could I got it bad, and that ain’t good Now folks with good intentions Tell me to save my tears I’m glad I’m mad about him I can’t live without him Lord above me, Make him love me The way he should Like a lonesome weeping willow Lost in the wood The way I hug my pillow No woman should Because I got it bad, and that ain’t good |
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| 3:03 |
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Miss Otis regrets she's unable to lunch today,
Madam, Miss Otis regrets she's unable to lunch today, She's sorry to be delayed, But last evening down in lovers lane she strayed, Madam, Miss Otis regrets she's unable to lunch today. When She woke up and found that her dream of love was gone, Madam, She ran to the man who had led her so far astray, And from under her velvet gown, She drew a gun and shot her lover down, Madam, Miss Otis regrets she's unable to lunch to day. When the Mob came and got her and dragged her from the jail, Madam, they strung her apon the willow across the way, And the moment before she died, She lifted up her lovely head and cried, Madam, Miss Otis regrets she's unable to lunch today. |
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| 9. |
| 2:24 |
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I don't want you
But I hate to lose you You've got me in between The devil and the deep blue seaI forgive you 'Cause I can't forget you You've got me in between The devil and the deep blue seaI ought to cross you off my list But when you come a-knocking at my door Fate seems to give my heart a twist And I come running back for moreI should hate you But I guess I love you You've got me in between The devil and the deep blue sea |
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| 5:55 |
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When the only sound in the empty street,
Is the heavy tread of the heavy feet That belong to a lonesome cop I open shop. When the moon so long has been gazing down On the wayward ways of this wayward town. That her smile becomes a smirk, I go to work. Love for sale, Appetising young love for sale. Love that's fresh and still unspoiled, Love that's only slightly soiled, Love for sale. Who will buy? Who would like to sample my supply? Who's prepared to pay the price, For a trip to paradise? Love for sale Let the poets pipe of love in their childish way, I know every type of love Better far than they. If you want the thrill of love, I've been through the mill of love; Old love, new love Every love but true love Love for sale. |
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"Our romance won't end on a sorrowful note
Though by tomorrow you're gone The song has ended but as the songwriter wrote, The melody lingers on. They may take you from me, I'll miss your fond caress But though they take you from me, I'll still possess... The way you wear your hat The way you sip your tea The memory of all that No they can't take that away from me The way your smile just beams The way you sing off key The way you haunt my dreams No, no they can't take that away from me We may never never meet again, on that bumpy road to love Still I'll always, always keep the memory of The way you hold your knife The way we danced till three The way you changed my life No, no they can't take that away from me No, they can't take that away from me." |
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Your lips were like a red and ruby chalice warmer than the summer night,
The clouds were like an alabaster palace rising to a snowy height, Each star it's own aurora borealis suddenly you held me tight, I could see the midnight sun. I can't explain the silver rain that found me or was that moonlit veil, The music of the universe around me or was that a nightingale, And then your arms miraculously found me suddenly the sky turned pail, I could see the midnight sun. Was there such a night? It's a thrill I still don't quite believe, But after you were gone there was still some stardust on my sleeve. The pain of it may dwindle to an ember and the stars forget to shine, And we may see the meadow in December, Icy white and crystalline, But oh my darlin’ always I'll remember when your lips were close to mine, And I saw the Midnight Sun |
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| 2:45 |
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It's the wonder of the world, It's a rocket to the moon
It gets you high, it gets you low, but once you get that glow...Here's to my best romance, Here's to my worst romance Here's to my first romance - ages ago Here's to the boys I've kissed, and to complete the list Here's to the boys who said "No!"Love, love, hooray for love Who was ever too blase for love Make this the night for love If we have to fight, let's fight for loveSome sigh and cry for love Ah, but in Pa-ree they die for love Some waste away for love Just the same - hooray for love!It's the rocket to the moon, with a touch of "Clare de Lune" It gets you high, it gets you low, but once you get that glow...Some trust to fate for love, Others have to take off weight for love Some go berzerk for love Loafers even go to work for loveSad songs are sobbed for love People have their noses bobbed for love Some say we pay for love Just the same - hooray for love! |
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Spending these lonesome evenings
With nothing to do But to live in dreams that I make up All by myself Dreaming that you're beside me I picture the prettiest stories Only to wake up All by myself What is the good of me by myself? Why was I born Why am I living What do I get What am I giving Why do I want a thing I daren't hope for What can I hope for I wish I knew Why do I try To draw you near me Why do I do I cry You never hear me I'm a poor fool But what can I do Why was I born To love you I'm a poor fool But what can I do Why was I born To love you |
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| 3:27 |
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(scat)
Come on, Wail Wail, Cotton Tail Benny Webster, come on and blow for me (scat) That's Cotton Tail |
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| 3:32 |
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Ev'ry time we say goodbye
I die a little Ev'ry time we say goodbye I wonder why a little Why the gods above me who must be in the know think so little of me they allow you to go When you're near there's such an air of spring about it I can hear a lark somewhere begin to sing about it there's no love song finer but how strange the change from major to minor Ev'ry time we say goodbye When you're near there's such an air of spring about it I can hear a lark somewhere begin to sing about it there's no love song finer but how strange the change from major to minor Ev'ry time we say goodbye |
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