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A-tisket a-tasket
A green-and-yellow basket I bought a basket for my mommie On the way I dropped itI dropped it, I dropped it Yes, on the way I dropped it A little girlie picked it up And took it to the marketShe was truckin' on down the avenue Without a single thing to do She was peck, peck, peckin' all around When she spied it on the groundA-tisket a-tasket She took my yellow basket And if she doesn't bring it back I think that I shall die(Was it red?) No, no, no, no (Was it brown?) No, no, no, no (Was it blue?) No, no, no, no Just a little yellow basket |
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Stars shining bright above you.
Night breezes seem to whisper, 'I love you,' Birds singing in the sycamore tree. Dream a little dream of me. Say nighty-night and kiss me. Just hold me tight and tell me you'll miss me. While I'm alone and blue as can be, Dream a little dream of me. Stars fading, but I linger on, dear, Still craving your kiss. I'm longing to linger 'till dawn, dear, Just saying this: Sweet dreams 'till sunbeams find you, Sweet dreams that leave all worries behind you. But in your dreams, whatever they be. Dream a little dream of me. |
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They're writing songs of love - but not for me
A lucky star's above - but not for me With love to lead the way I've found more clouds of gray Than any Russian play - could guaranteeI was a fool to fall - and get that way Hi ho alas and also lackaday Although I can't dismiss The memory of his kiss I guess he's not for me I was a fool to fall - and get that way Hi ho alas and also lackaday Although I can't dismiss The memory of his kiss I guess he's not for me |
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First you say you do
And then you don't And then you say you will And then you won't You're undecided now So what are you gonna do? Now you want to play And then it's no And when you say you'll stay That's when you go You're undecided now So what are you gonna do? I've been sitting on a fence And it doesn't make much sense 'cause you keep me in suspense And you know it Then you promise to return When you don't I really burn Well, i guess i'll never learn And i show it If you've got a heart And if you're kind Then don't keep us apart Make up your mind You're undecided now So what are you gonna do? I've been sitting on a fence And it doesn't make much sense 'cause you keep me in suspense And you know it Then you promise to return When you don't I really burn Well, i guess i'll never learn And i show it If you've got a heart And if you're kind Then don't keep us apart Make up your mind You're undecided now So what are you gonna do? |
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As i walk down the street
Seems everyone i meet Gives me a friendly hello. I guess i'm just a lucky so and soThe birds in every tree Are all so neighborly. They sing wherever i go. I guess i'm just a lucky so and soIf you should ask me the amount In my bank account I'd have to confess that i'm slippin' But that don't worry me, confidentially I've got a dream that's a pippin' And when the day is through Each night i hurry to A home where love waits, i know. I guess i'm just a lucky so and so And when the day is through Each night i hurry to A home where love waits, i know. I guess i'm just a lucky so and soI'm just a lucky, lucky so and so |
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Lullaby of Birdland, that′s what I,
always hear, when you sigh,Never in my wordland could there be ways to reveal In a phrase, how I feel *Heard you ever heard two turtle doves, bill and coo,when they love. That′s the kind of magic music we make we our lips, when we kiss And there′s a weppy old willow, he really knows how to cry, That′s how I′d cry on my pillow, if you should tell me farewell and goodbye lullaby of Birdland,whisper low, kiss me sweet, and we′ll go Flyin′ high in Birdland, high in the sky up above. all because we′re in love.*(*Repeat) |
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In old Savannah, I said Savannah
The weather there is nice and warm The climates of the southern brand But here's what I don't understand They've got a gal there A pretty gal there Who's colder than an Arctic storm Got a heart just like a stone Even Ice-men leave her alone They call her hard-hearted Hannah The vamp of Savannah The meanest gal in town Leather is tough But Hannah's heart is tougher She's a gal who likes to See men suffer To tease them and thrill 'em Torture and kill 'em Is her delight they say I saw her at the seashore With a great big pan There was Hannah pouring water On a drowning man She's Hard-Hearted Hannah The vamp of Savannah GA They call her hard hearted Hannah The vamp of Savannah The meanest gal in town Talk of your cold, Refrigerating mammas Brother, she's a polar bear's pajamas To tease them and thrill 'em To torture and kill 'em Is her delight they say An evening spent with Hannah Sittin' on her knees Is like travelin' through Alaska In your BPT's She's hard hearted Hannah The vamp of Savannah GA Can you imagine a woman As cold as Hannah She's got the right name, "The Vamp of Savannah" Any time a woman can take a great big pan And start pouring water on a drowning man She's hard hearted Hannah The vamp of Savannah GASpoken: Ooh, she's sweet as sour milk! |
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Birds do it, bees do it
Even educated fleas do it Let's do it, let's fall in love In Spain, the best upper sets do it Lithuanians and Letts do it Let's do it, let's fall in love The Dutch in old Amsterdam do it Not to mention the Fins Folks in Siam do it - think of Siamese twins Some Argentines, without means, do it People say in Boston even beans do it Let's do it, let's fall in love Romantic sponges, they say, do it Oysters down in oyster bay do it Let's do it, let's fall in love Cold Cape Cod clams, 'gainst their wish, do it Even lazy jellyfish, do it Let's do it, let's fall in love Electric eels I might add do it Though it shocks em I know Why ask if shad do it - Waiter bring me ""shad roe"" In shallow shoals English soles do it Goldfish in the privacy of bowls do it Let's do it, let's fall in love In old Japan, all the Japs do it Up in Lapland little Laps do it Let's do it, let's fall in love The chimpanzees in the zoos do it Some courageous kangaroos do it Let's do it, let's fall in love I'm sure giraffes on the sly do it Even eagles as they fly do it Let's do it, let's fall in love Electric eels I might add do it Though it shocks em I know Why ask if shad do it - garcon de ""shad roe"" The world admits bears in pits do it Even Pekingeses at the Ritz do it Let's do it, let's fall in love The royal set sans regret did it And they considered it fun Marie Antoinette did it - with or without Napoleon |
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A fine romance, with no kisses
A fine romance, my friend this is We should be like a couple of hot tomatoes But you're as cold as yesterday's mashed potatoes A fine romance, you won't nestle A fine romance, you won't wrestle I might as well play bridge With my old maid aunt I haven't got a chance This is a fine romance A fine romance, my good fellow You take romance, I'll take jello You're calmer than the seals In the Arctic Ocean At least they flap their fins To express emotion A fine romance with no quarrels With no insults and all morals I've never mussed the crease In your blue serge pants I never get the chance This is a fine romance |
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My mama done tol' me, when I was in knee-pants
My mama done tol' me, "" Son a woman'll sweet talk"" And give ya the big eye, but when the sweet talkin's done A woman's a two-face, A worrisome thing who'll leave ya to sing the blues in the nightNow the rain's a-fallin', hear the train's a-callin, ""Whooee!"" (My mama done tol' me) Hear dat lonesome whistle blowin' 'cross the trestle, ""Whooee!"" (My mama done tol' me) A-whooee-ah-whooee ol' clickety-clack's a-echoin' back th' blues in the night The evenin' breeze'll start the trees to cryin' and the moon'll hide its light when you get the blues in the night Take my word, the mockingbird'll sing the saddest kind o' song, he knows things are wrong, and he's rightFrom Natchez to Mobile, from Memphis to St. Joe, wherever the four winds blow I been in some big towns an' heard me some big talk, but there is one thing I know A woman's a two-face, a worrisome thing who'll leave ya to sing the blues in the nightMy mama was right, there's blues in |
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