Rosemary Clooney - Songs From The Classic Television Series [compilation] (2004) by Rosemary Clooney (보컬) on maniadb.com

The evening breeze caressed the trees tenderly
The trembling trees embraced the breeze tenderly
Then you and I came wandering by
And lost in a sigh were we
The shore was kissed by sea and mist tenderly
I can't forget how two hearts met breathlessly
Your a

Botcha-a-me (Ba-Ba-Baciami Piccina)
Rosemary Clooney
Written by Luigi Astore, Riccardo Morbelli, and Eddie Stanley
Peaked at # 2 in 1952
Cover version of the theme from the 1952 Italian film Una Famiglia Impossible.
Botch-a-me, I'll-botcha you and ev'rything goes crazy
Bah-bah, botch-a-me, bambino
Bah-bah-bo, bo, boca piccolino
When you kiss me and I'm a-kissa you
Tra la la la la la la la la loo
Bah-bah, botch-a-me, my baby
Bah-bah-bo, bo, just say "Yes" and maybe
If-a you squeeze me and I'm a-squeeza you
Tra la la la la la la la la loo
Bee-oo, bye-oh, bee-oo, boo
Won't you botch-a-, botch-a-me?
Bee-oo, bye-oh, bee-oo, boo
When you botch-a-me, I a-botcha you and ev'rything goes crazy
Bah-bah, botch-a-me, bambino
Bah-bah-bo, bo, boca piccolino
And then we will raise a great big family
Tra la la la la la la la la lee
Botch-a-me, I'll-botcha you and ev'rything goes crazy
Bah-bah, botch-a-me, my baby
Bah-bah-bo, bo, just say "Yes" and maybe
If-a you squeeze me and I'm a-squeeza you
Tra la la la la la la la la loo
Bee-oo, bye-oh, bee-oo, boo
Won't you botch-a, botch-a-me? SPOKEN: Kiss me!!
Bee-oo, bye-oh, bee-oo, boo
When you botch-a-me, I a-botcha you SPOKEN: C'mon a-you, kissa me, eh?!!
Bah-bah, botch-a-me, bambino
Bah-bah-bo, bo, boca piccolino
And then we will raise a great big family
Tra la la la la la la la la
Bee-oo, bye-oh, bee-oo, boo
Botch-a-me, bambino, botch-a-me
SPOKEN: That's nice!!

A girl went back to Napoli
Because she missed the scenery
The native dances and the charming songs
But wait a minute, something's wrong

Hey, mambo! Mambo italiano!
Hey, mambo! Mambo italiano
Go, go, go you mixed up sigialiano
All you calabraise-a do the mambo like a crazy with a

Hey mambo, don't wanna tarantella
Hey mambo, no more a mozzarella
Hey mambo! Mambo italiano!
Try an enchilada with da fish a bac a lan and a
Hey goombah, I love a how you dance a rhumbah
But take a some advice paisano
Learn how to mambo
If you gonna be a square
You ain't a gonna go nowhere

Hey mambo! mambo italiano!
Hey mambo! mambo italiano!
Go, go, Joe, shake a like a Giovanno
Hello kess-a-deetch-a you getta happy in the feets a
When you mambo italiano

Shake-a Baby shake-a cause I love a when you take a me
Mama say "stop-a or I'm gonna tell a papa"

And a hey ja drool you don't a have to go to school
Just make-a wid da beat bambino
It's a like a vino
Kid you good a lookin' but you don't a-know what's cookin' till you

Hey mambo, Mambo italiano
Hey mambo, Mambo italiano
Ho, ho, ho, you mixed up Sigiliano
it's a so delish a ev'rybody come copisha
How to mambo italianoooooo!
'Ats nice!
UNH

When a girl meets boy
Life can be a joy
But the note they end on
Will depend on
Little pleasures they will share
So let us compare

I like New York in June, how about you?
I like a Gershwin tune, how about you?
I love a fireside when a storm is due.
I like potato chips, moonlight and motor trips,
How about you?
I'm mad about good books, can't get my fill,
And Franklin Roosevelt's looks give me a thrill.
Holding hands at the movie show,
When all the lights are low
May not be new, but I like it,
How about you?

I like Jack Benny's jokes.
To a degree.
I love the common folks.
That includes me.
I like to window shop on 5th Avenue.
I like banana splits, late supper at the Ritz,
How about you?
I love to dream of fame, maybe I'll shine.
I'd love to see your name right beside mine.
I can see we're in harmony,
Looks like we both agree
On what to do,
And I like it, how about you?

You make me feel so young
You make me feel so spring as sprung
And every time I see you grin
I'm such a happy individual

The moment that you speak
I want to go and play hide-and-seek
I want to go and bounce the moon
Just like a toy balloon

You and I, are just like a couple of tots
Running across the meadow
Picking up lots of forget-me-nots

You make me feel so young
You make me feel there are songs to be sung
Bells to be rung, and a wonderful fling to be flung

And even when I'm old and gray
I'm gonna feel the way I do today
'Cause you make me feel so young

You and I, are just like a couple of tots
Running across the meadow
Picking up lots of forget-me-nots

You make me feel so young
You make me feel there are songs to be sung
Bells to be rung, and a wonderful fling to be flung

And even when I'm old and gray
I'm gonna feel the way I do today
'Cause you make me feel so young

You're just too marvelous, too marvelous for words
Like glorious, glamorous and that old standby amorous
It's all too wonderful, I'll never find the words
That say enough, tell enough, I mean they just aren't swell enough

You're much too much and just too very, very
To ever be in Webster's Dictionary
And so I'm borrowing a love song from the birds
To tell you that you're marvelous, too marvelous for words

You're much, you're too much and just too very, very
To ever be, to ever be in Webster's Dictionary
And so I'm borrowing a love song from the birds
To tell you that you're marvelous, tell you that you're marvelous
Tell you that you're marvelous, too marvelous for words

This ole house once knew his children
This ole house once knew his wife
This ole house was home and comfort
As they fought the storms of life
This old house once rang with laughter
This old house heard many shouts
Now he trembles in the darkness
When the lightnin' walks about

CHORUS:
Ain't a-gonna need this house no longer
Ain't a-gonna need this house no more
Ain't got time to fix the shingles
Ain't got time to fix the floor
Ain't got time to oil the hinges
Nor to mend the windowpane
Ain't a-gonna need this house no longer
He's a-gettin' ready to meet the saints

This ole house is a-gettin' shaky
This ole house is a-gettin' old
This ole house lets in the rain
This ole house lets in the cold
On his knees I'm gettin' chilly
But he feel no fear nor pain
'Cause he see an angel peekin'
Through a broken windowpane
CHORUS

This ole house is afraid of thunder
This ole house is afraid of storms
This ole house just groans and trembles
When the night wind flings its arms
This ole house is gettin' feeble
This old house is needin' paint
Just like him it's tuckered out
But he's a-gettin' ready to meet the saints
CHORUS

This ole house dog lies a-sleepin'
He don't know I'm gonna leave
Else he'd wake up by the fireplace
And he'd sit there and howl and grieve
But my huntin' days are over
Ain't gonna hunt the coon no more
Gabriel done brought in my chariot
When the wind blew down the door
CHORUS

Lately when I'm in my room all by myself
In the solitary gloom I call to myself

Hey there, you with the stars in your eyes
Love never made a fool of you, you used to be too wise
Hey there, you on that high-flyin' cloud
Though he won't throw a crumb to you, you think some day he'll come to you

Better forget him, him with his nose in the air
He has you dancin' on a string, break it and he won't care

Won't you take this advice I hand you like a mother
Or are you not seein' things too clear
Are you too much in love to hear
Is it all goin' in one ear and out the other

Hey there, you with the stars in your eyes [Are you talking to me?]
Love never made a fool of you [Not until now]
You used to be too wise [Yes, I was once]

Will you take this advice I hand you like a mother
Or am I not seein' things too clear
Are you just too far gone to hear
Is it all goin' in one ear and out the other

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 t'sing
The blues in the night
Now the rain's a fallin',
Hear the train a collin'
Whoo-ee (my mama done tol' me)
Hear dat lonesome whistle
Blowin' cross the trestle,
Whoo-ee (my mama done tol' me)
A whoo-ee-duh-whoo-ee, 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 mockin' bird'll
Sing the saddest kind o' song
He knows things are wrong and he's right
From 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 t'sing the blues in the night
My mama was right, there's blues in the night