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I'm feeling mighty lonesome
Haven't slept a wink I walk the floor and watch the door And in between I drink Black Coffee Love's a hand me down brew I'll never know a Sunday In this weekday room I'm talking to the shadows 1 o'clock to 4 And Lord, how slow the moments go When all I do is pour Black Coffee Since the blues caught my eye I'm hanging out on Monday My Sunday dream's too dry Now a man is born to go a lovin' A woman's born to weep and fret To stay at home and tend her oven And drown her past regrets In coffee and cigarettes I'm moody all the morning Mourning all the night And in between it's nicotine And not much hard to fight Black Coffee Feelin' low as the ground It's driving me crazy just waiting for my baby To maybe come around My nerves have gone to pieces My hair is turning gray All I do is drink black coffee Since my man's gone away |
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In love with all
Those boys who call On young cuties But now I find I'm all inclined To keep my mind On my duties Since I've begun to share In such a sweet love affair Though I'm in love, I'm not above A date with a duke or a caddie It's just a pose, 'cause my baby knows That my heart belongs to daddy When some good scout, invites me out To dine om some fine fin and haddie My baby's sure, his love is secure Cause my heart belongs to daddy Yes my heart belongs to daddy So I simply couldn't be bad Yes I'm gonna marry daddy Da-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-ad If you feel romantic laddy Let me warn you right from the start That my heart belongs to daddy And my daddy belongs to my heart |
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As Dorothy Parker once said
To her boyfriend, "fare thee well" As Columbus announced When he knew he was bounced, "It was swell, Isabel, swell" As Abelard said to Eloise, "Don't forget to drop a line to me, please" As Juliet cried, in her Romeo's ear, "Romeo, why not face the fact, my dear" It was just one of those things Just one of those crazy flings One of those bells that now and then rings Just one of those things It was just one of those nights Just one of those fabulous flights A trip to the moon on gossamer wings Just one of those things If we'd thought a bit, of the end of it When we started painting the town We'd have been aware that our love affair Was too hot, not to cool down So good-bye, dear, and amen Here's hoping we meet now and then It was great fun But it was just one of those things If we'd thought a bit, of the end of it When we started painting the town We'd have been aware that our love affair Was too hot, not to cool down So good-bye, dear, and amen Here's hoping we meet now and then It was great fun But it was just one of those things Just one of those things |
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They say into your early life romance came
And in this heart of yours burned a flame A flame that flickered one day and died away Then, with disillusion deep in your eyes You learned that fools in love soon grow wise The years have changed you, somehow I see you now Smoking, drinking, never thinking of tomorrow, nonchalant Diamonds shining, dancing, dining with some man in a restaurant Is that all you really want? No, sophisticated lady, I know, you miss the love you lost long ago And when nobody is nigh you cry |
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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? |
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I betcha, a nickel
I bet you I win I betcha, a nickel That you will give in What'sa matter honey? 'Fraid you'll lose? Do what you wanna And say what you choose I still betcha, a nickel That you will be mine I betcha, a nickel Even raise it a dime I always win my money You can bet on that I always take a tip And keep it under my hat You've got yourself to yourself Come on, get off that shelf You can fool some of the people some of the time But you can't fool all the people all of the time That's why I betcha, a nickel That you will be mine I betcha, you'll sign on, the dotted line I don't see no sense in wasting all this time Cause whatever you bet, your bet is gonna be mine You've got yourself to yourself Come on, get off that shelf You can fool some of the people some of the time But you can't fool all the people all of the time (we betcha, a penny, we ain't got a dime) Say that ain't no money, you're wastin' my time I don't see no sense in all this rhythm and rhyme Cause whatever you bet, your bet is gonna be mine |
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Let's build a stairway to the stars
And climb that stairway to the stars With Love beside us To fill the night with a song We'll hear the sound of violins Out yonder where the blue begins The moon will guide us As we go drifting along. Can't we sail away on a lazy daisy petal Over the rim of the hills? Can't we sail away on a little dream Settle high on the crest of a thrill? Let's build a stairway to the stars A lovely lovely stairway to the stars It would be heaven To climb to heaven with you Let's build a stairway to the stars And climb that stairway to the stars Yes we're climbing Climbing to that stairway to the stars Stars, stars, stars The sound of violins Way out yonder where the blue begins The moon will guide us As we go drift drift drifting along Can't we sail away on a lazy daisy petal Over the rim of the hills? Can't we sail away on a little dream Settle high on the crest of a thrill? Keep building the stairway to the stars A lovely stairway to the stars It would be heaven Heaven to climb with you. |
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I want the waiter with the water
I want the waiter with the water for my daughter I want the waiter with the water for my daughter 'Cause my daughter has an order for some water on the tray He's got a menu that he'll send you He's got a menu that he'll send you and befriend you He's got a menu that he'll send you and befriend you Maybe lend you if you help me find the waiter with the tray While my daughter was having lunch one day She caught the waiter's eye He took one look at her, then ran away Now she's gonna die of thirst unless I find that guy I want the waiter with the water I want the waiter with the water for my daughter Don't want the butcher or the baker or the candle stick maker Want the waiter with the water on the tray She wants the waiter with the water She wants the waiter with the water for her daughter Don't want the butcher or the baker or the candle stick maker Want the waiter with the water on the tray |
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Choppity chop chop, chop chopsticks
Choppity chop chop, chop till six Choppity chop chop, chops the thing When Charlie Chingee make his sing song swing Charlie Ching Make his sing song swing With a tingaling On the ding dong ding With a tingaling on the ding dong ding Makee plenty sing song swing Choppity chop chop, chop chopsticks Choppity chop chop, chop till six Choppity chop chop, chops the thing When Charlie Chingee make his sing song swing Foo Yung Foo Makee doodle-doo With a toot or two On the flute bamboo And the doodle-doo and the tingaling Makee plenty sing song swing Choppity chop chop, chop chopsticks Choppity chop chop, chop till six Choppity chop chop, chops the thing When Charlie Chingee make his sing song swing {instrumental interlude} {scat} And a tingaling on the ding dong ding Makee plenty sing song swing Chop chop choppity, chop chopsticks Chop chop choppity, chop till six Choppity chop chop, chops the thing When Charlie Chingee make his sing song swing Choppa choppa choppity, chop chopsticks Choppity choppity, chop till six Choppity chop chop, chops the thing When Charlie Chingee make his swing |
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