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Come on babe, why don't we paint the town, and all that Jazz
I'm gonna rouge my knees and roll my stockin's down And all that Jazz Start the car, I know a whoopee spot Where the gin is cold but the piano's hot It's just a noisy hall, where there's a nightly brawl And all - a-that - Ja-yazz Slick your hair and wear your buckle shoes, and all that jazz I hear that Father Dip is gonna blow the blues, and all that jazz Hold on hon, we're gonna bunny-hug I bought some aspirin down at United Drug In case we shake apart and want a brand new start To do - a-that - Ja-yazz Oh, you're gonna see your sheba shimmy-shake, and all that jazz Oh, I'm gonna shimmy till my garters break, and all that jazz Show me where to park my girdle, oh, my mother's blood'd curdle If she'd hear her baby's queer For all - that - Ja-yazz Find the flask we're playin' fast and loose (Oh, you're gonna see a shiver-shimmy-shake) And all that jazz, and all that jazz Right up here is where I store the juice (Oh I'm gonna shimmy till my garters break) And all that jazz, and all that jazz Come on babe we're gonna brush the sky (Show me where to park my girdle) I bet you lucky Lindy never flew so high (Oh, my mother's blood'd girdle) 'Cause in the stratosphere, how could he lend an ear (If she'd hear her baby's queer) To all that ja-yazz No I'm no-one's wife, but oh I love my life And all... that... Ja-yazz..., that Jazz |
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When it all comes true
Just the way you'd planned It's funny but the bells don't ring It's a quiet thing When you hold the world In your trembling hand You'd think you'd hear a choir sing It's a quiet thing There are no exploding fireworks Where's the roaring of the crowds Maybe it's the strange new atmosphere Way up here among the clouds But I don't hear the drums And I don't hear the band The sounds I'm told Such moments bring Happiness comes in on tip-toe Well what'd'ya know It's a quiet thing A very - quiet - thing |
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The night was mighty dark so you could hardly see
For the moon refused to shine Couple sittin' underneath the willow tree For love they'd pine Little maid was kinda 'fraid of darkness So she said, I guess I'll go Boy began to sigh, looked up at the sky Told the moon his little tale - of woe... Shine on, shine on harvest moon, up in the sky-why I ain't had no lovin' since January, February, June or July Snowtime ain't no ti-ime to stay outdoors and spoon So shine on, shine on harve-e-est moon Don't make-a me wait too lo-ong My love for you is much too strong I ain't had no, I ain't had no lovin' since January, February, June or July When all the skies are grey I want to go inside and stay So light up, oh light up Fast or slow come past that door, and Shi-i-i-ine on harvest moon Gi-I've some love again I ain't had none since a-Lord knows when No time, ain't no time to stay outside a-and try to spoon So shine on, shine on harvest moon For me, for me and my gal Pass that light, fair and kind How much lo-ove will be mine Harvest moon, come on, come on, come o-o-on... Shi-ine... |
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One thing I know
And I've always known I am my own best friend Baby's alive But baby's alone And baby's her own best friend Many's the kind Who told me he cares But they were scratchin' my back 'Cause I was scratchin' theirs... And trusting too That's only for fools I play the game When I make the rules And rule number one From here to the end Is I am my own best friend I am my own best friend Baby's her own best friend Three muskateers Who never said die Are standing here this minute Me, myself, and I... Life is a school I'll pass every test If life is a game I'll play it the best 'Cause I won't give in And I'll never bend And I am my own - best - frie-iend... |
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Monday through Friday from 9 until 5
I bring him coffee and I type his letters And I dial the number to tell his wife: Mr. Emery Won't Be Home 'til late tonight He said not to worry, just leave on the light Mr. Emery Won't Be Home 'til late tonight Just lock the door and be sure to tuck the kids in tight. Monday through Friday from 5 until 9 I take my hair down and put on some music And open a bottle of sweet red wine; Mr. Emery Won't Be Home 'til late tonight He said not to worry, just leave on the light Mr. Emery Won't Be Home 'til late tonight Just lock the door and be sure to tuck the kids in tight. Saturday and Sunday I stay home alone I lay around hoping that he'll call Well, I wash my hair, play solitaire or read a book And now and then I close my eyes Trying to remember how he looks, whoah! The lines were rehearsed when I called her today But my part was over before I could speak she said, "Hello, yes, I know you've called to say:" Mr. Emery Won't Be Home 'til late tonight He said not to worry, just leave on the light Mr. Emery Won't Be Home 'til late tonight Just lock the door and be sure to tuck the kids in tight. Mr. Emery Won't Be Home 'til late tonight He said not to worry, just leave on the light Mr. Emery Won't Be Home 'til late tonight Just lock the door... |
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Them that's got shall get
Them that's not shall lose So the Bible says, and it still is new-ews Mama may have and papa may have But God bless the child that's got his own And the strong get more While the weak ones fade Empty pockets don't ever make the gra-ade Mama may have and papa may have But God bless the child that's got his own That's got his own And when you got money You got a-lots of friends All hangin' 'round your door But when the money's gone And all your spendin' ends They won't hang around any more-ore Rich relations may give you A crust of bread and such Sayin' help, go on help help yourself But don't take too much Mama may have and papa may have But God bless the child that's got his own That's got his own... That's got his ow...own Mama may have and papa may ha-ave But God bless the child who can stand up and say He's got his... ow-ow-ow-own... |
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About a year ago - I heard this truly terrific, absolutely true story
And it just so happens that I told a couple of friends of mine this truly terrific, absolutely true story And it just so happens that these friends of mine are song writers And guess what happened, right, truly terrific, absolutely true song Gather around, I've got a story to tell, About a Manhattan lady that I know very well She lives at five Riverside, her name is Shirley Devore, And she travelled 'round the world to meet the guy next door Well there was trouble inside apartment 29 E, 'Cause Shirley's mother and dad were as upset as can be They said we hate to complain dear and we don't like to grouse, But your nearly 32, you should get out of the house You gotta ring them bells, you gotta ring them bells, You gotta make 'em sing and really ring them bells It's such a happy thing to hear 'em ting-a-ling, You gotta ring - them - bells Well Shirley was 31, which she was loathe to admit, And she had never been loved, which didn't thrill her a bit And so she sat and she thought, she thought for hours on end, And said I'll go to Chase, Manhattan, where I got me a friend And so she borrowed a thou' and called TWA, And told her mother and dad that she was up and away I'm gonna travel the continent, a month, maybe two, And haul me home a hus' if it's the last thing I do You gotta ring them bells, you gotta ring them bells, You gotta make 'em sing and really ring them bells It's such a happy thing to hear 'em ting-a-ling, You gotta ring - them - bells She met a Londoner first, but they did not hit it off, 'Cause every time she approached he got a bronchial cough And so she went to Madrid and met a handsome Senior, But he liked to throw the bul |
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