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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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Left New York this morning early
Traveling south so wide and high Sailing through the wide blue yonder It's that air mail special on the fly Listen to the motors humming She is streaking through the sky Like a bird that's flying homeward It's that air mail special on the fly Over plains and high dark mountains Over rivers deep and wide Carrying mail to California It's that air mail special on the fly Watch her circle for the landing Hear her moan and cough and sigh Now she's coming down the runway It's that air mail special on the fly |
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And now the purple dusk of twilight time Steals across the meadows of my heart High up in the sky the little moon starts to climb Always reminding me that we're apart You wandered down the lane and far away Leaving me a song that will not die Love is now the stardust of yesterday The music of the years gone bySometimes I wonder why I spend a lonely night dreaming of a song The melody haunts my reverie, and I am once again with you When our love was new and each kiss an inspiration But that was long ago, now my consolation is in the stardust of a song. Beside a garden wall, when stars are bright, you are in my arms The nightingale tells his fairy tale Of paradise where roses grew Though I dream in vain, in my heart it will remain My stardust melody, The memory of love's refrain |
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| 3:12 |
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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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We're sitting out here on the runway,
Waiting for the plane to leave, And the captain says, "There'll be a short delay, Bear with me please," They gave us the usual hassle, "You can't take those guitars on board," But the boys in the band just smiled, Heard it all before, And as they're starting to serve champagne, To the folks at the front of the plane, I can hear the engines roaring, we're on our way, And we are flying home, I feel the freedom in my soul, Flying home at last; Flying home, I've got the freedom in my soul, And it's four in the morning, My world is calling, Speeding through the universe tonight... The movie reminds of my lady, As she waits, "where are those guys?" Yes it's nice to see old Butch and Sundance in the sky, And now the sun is beginning to rise, It's like looking down on Paradise, There's a ball of fire that's burning, giving life, And we are flying home, I feel the freedom in my soul, Flying home at last; Flying home, I've got the freedom in my soul, And it's four in the morning, My world is calling, Speeding through the universe tonight... |
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| 3:14 |
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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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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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| 3:05 |
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Here I go again
I hear those trumpets blow again All aglow again Taking a chance on love Here I slide again About to take that ride again Starry eyed again Taking a chance on love I thought that cards were a frame-up I never would try Now I'm taking that game up And the ace of hearts is high Things are mending now I see a rainbow blending now We'll have a happy ending now Taking a chance on love Here I slip again About to take that trip again I got that grip again Taking a chance on love Now I prove again That I can make life move again I'm in a grove again Taking a chance on love I walk around with a horseshoe In clover I lie And brother rabbit of course you Better kiss your foot good-bye On that ball again I'm riding for a fall again I'm gonna give my all again Taking a chance on love |
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Listen to my tale of woe,
it's terribly sad but true, All dressed up, no place to go Each ev'ning I'm awf'ly blue. I must win some handsome guy Can't go on like this, I could blossom out I know, With somebody just like you. So...Oh, sweet and lovely lady, be good Oh, lady, be good to me I am so awf'ly misunderstood So lady, be good to meOh, please have some pity I'm all alone in this big cityI tell you I'm just a lonesome babe in the wood, So lady be good to me.Oh, please have some pity I'm all alone in this big cityI tell you I'm just a lonesome babe in the wood, So lady be good to me.Oh lady be good to me.Published lyric furnished by a visitor. Validated Transcribed by Todd Peach Published Version: Listen to my tale of woe, it's terribly sad but true, All dressed up, no place to go Each ev'ning I'm awf'ly blue. I must win some winsome miss Can't go on like this, I could blossom out I know, Which somebody just like you. So...Oh sweet and lovely, Lady be good, Oh lady be good to me. I am so awf'lly misunderstood, So lady be good, to me. Oh, please have some pity I'm all alone in this big city. I tell you I'm just a lonesome babe in the wood, So lady be good....to me.Auburn and brunette and blonde: I love 'em all, tall or small But somehow they dont' grow fond; They stagger but never fall. Winte'rs gone, and now it's spring! Love! where is thy sting? If somebody won't respond, I'm going to end it all. So.....Oh sweet and lovely lady, be good. Oh lady, be |
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Another bride, another June
Another sunny honeymoon Another season, another reason For makin' whoopee A lot of shoes, a lot of rice The groom is nervous, he answers twice Its really killin' That he's so willin' to make whoopee Now picture a little love nest Down where the roses cling Picture the same sweet love nest Think what a year can bring, yes He's washin dishes and baby clothes He's so ambitious he even sews But don't forget folks Thats what you get folks, for makin' whoopee Another year, maybe less What's this I hear? Well, can't you guess? She feels neglected, and he's suspected Of makin' whoopee Yeah, she sits alone Most every night He doesn't phone, he doesn't write He says he's busy But she says, "is he?" He's makin' whoopee Now he doesn't make much money Only five thousand per Some judge who thinks he's funny Says, "You'll pay six to her." He says, "Now judge, suppose I fail?" Judge say, "Budge, right into jail. You'd better keep her. I think it's cheaper Than makin' whoopee." Yes, yeah, you better keep her Daddy, I think it's cheaper Then makin' whoopee |
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The man who only lives for making money
Lives a life that isn't necessarily sunny Likewise the man who works for fame There's no guarantee that time won't erase his name The fact is, the only work that really brings enjoyment Is the kind that is for girl and boy meant Fall in love and you won't regret it That's the best work of all, if you can get it Holding hands at midnight 'Neath a starry sky Nice work if you can get it And you can get it if you try Strolling with the one girl Sighing sigh after sigh Nice work if you can get it And you can get it if you try Just imagine someone Waiting at the cottage door Where two hearts become one Who could ask for anything more? Loving one who loves you And then taking that vow It's nice work if you can get it And if you get it, won't you tell me how?" (bridge) Just imagine someone Waiting at the cottage door Where two hearts become one Who could ask for anything more? Loving one who loves you And then taking that vow Nice work if you can get it And if you get it, won't you tell me how?" |
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There's a saying old
Says that love is blind, Still we're often told, "Seek and ye shall find." So I'm going to seek A certain lad I've had in mind.Looking ev'rywhere, Haven't found him yet; He's the big affair I cannot forget. Only man I ever Think of with regret.I'd like to add his initial to my monogram. Tell me, where is the shepherd for this lost lamb?There's a somebody I'm longing to see. I hope that he Turns out to be Someone who'll watch over me.I'm a little lamb who's lost in the wood. I know I could Always be good To one who'll watch over me.Although he may not be the man some Girls think of as handsome, To my heart he carries the key. Won't you tell him please to put on some speed, Follow my lead, Oh, how I need Someone to watch over me. |
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Oh, Mr. Paganini
Please play my rhapsody And if you cannot play it won’t you sing it? And if you can’t sing you simply have to Scat Listen Paganini, We breathlessly await your masterful dtente Go on and sling it And if you can’t sling it you simply have to Scat We heard your repertoire And at the final bar We greeted you with wild applause But what a great ovation Your interpretation of: ‘I never cared much for moonlight skies I never blinked back at fireflies’ Would do So, Paganini don’t you be a meanie What have you up your sleeve? Come on and spring it And if you can’t spring it, you simply have to Scat Listen Paganini, please play my rhapsody And if you cannot play it, wont you sing it? If the boys is bopping Aint no need in stopping Scat Listen Paganini, We breathlessly await your masterful dtente Come on and spring it If the boys is bopping Aint no need in stopping Scat I heard your repertoire and At the final bar We greeted you, we greeted you With wild applause But what a great ovation Your interpretation of Scat Listen Paganini Now, don’t you be a meanie What have you up your sleeve? Come on and spring it And if you can’t spring it, you simply have to Swing it |
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