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Somewhere over the rainbow, way up high
There's a land that I heard of once in a lullaby Somewhere over the rainbow, skies are blue And the dreams that you dare to dream really do come true Someday I'll wish upon a star And wake up where the clouds are far behind me Where troubles melt like lemon drops Away above the chimney tops That's where you'll find me Somewhere over the rainbow, bluebirds fly Birds fly over the rainbow Why then, oh why can't I? If happy little bluebirds fly beyond the rainbow Why, oh why can't I? |
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Old man sunshine, listen you
Never tell me dreams come true Just try it, and I'll start a riot Beatrice Fairfax don't you dare Ever tell me he will care I'm certain, it's the final curtain I never want to hear from any cheerful Pollyannas Who tells you fate supplies a mate It's all bananas 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 skies of gray Than any Russian play - could guarantee 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 Although I can't dismiss The memory of his kiss I guess he's not for me |
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Never could carry a tune, never knew where to start
You came along when everything was wrong and put a song in my heart Dear when you smiled at me, I heard a melody It haunted me from the start Something inside of me started a symphony Zing! Went the strings of my heart 'Twas like a breath of spring, I heard a robin sing About a nest set apart All nature seemed to be in perfect harmony Zing! Went the strings of my heart [Chorus] Your eyes made skies seem blue again What else could I do again But keep repeating through and through "I love you, love you" I still recall the thrill, guess I always will I hope 'twill never depart Dear, with your lips to mine, a rhapsody divine Zing! Went the strings of my heart Dear when you smiled at me, I heard a melody It haunted me from the start Something inside of me started a symphony Zing! Went the strings of my heart 'Twas like a breath of spring, I heard a robin sing About a nest set apart All nature seemed to be in perfect harmony Zing! Went the strings of my heart [Chorus] I still recall the thrill, I guess I always will I hope 'twill never depart Dear, with your lips to mine, a rhapsody divine Zing! Oh, Oh, Oh went the strings of my heart |
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I'm just wild about Harry
And Harry's wild about me The heavenly blisses of his kisses Fill me with ecstasy He's sweet just like chocolate candy Or like the honey from a bee Oh, I'm just wild about Harry And he's just wild about me Now, I'm just wild about Harry And Harry's wild about me The heavenly blisses of his kisses Fill me with ecstasy Say now, he's sweet just like chocolate candy Or like the honey from a bee Oh, I'm just wild about Harry And he's just wild about - Cannot do without - He's just wild about me |
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Embrace me, my sweet embraceable you!
Embrace me, you irreplaceable you! Just one look at you My heart grew tipsy in me, You and you alone Bring out the Gypsy in me! I love all, the many charms about you! Above all, I want my arms about you! Don't be a naughty baby, Come to papa, come to papa, do! My sweet embraceable you! |
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Never saw you look quite so pretty before,
Never saw you dress quite so handsome, what's more I can hardly wait to keep our date, this lovely Easter morning, And my heart beat fast as I came through the door. For... In your Easter bonnet, with all the frills upon it, You'd be the grandest fellow in the Easter parade, I'll be all in clover and when they look us over, We'll be the proudest couple in the Easter parade. On the avenue, 5th Avenue, The photographers will sanp us, And you'll find that you're in the Rotogravure. Oh, I could write a sonnet, about your Easter bonnet, And of the guy I'm taking to the Easter Parade. On the avenue, 5th Avenue, The photographers will snap us, And you'll find that you're in the Rotogravure. Oh, I could write a sonnet, About your Easter bonnet, And of the girl I'm taking to the Easter Parade. |
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The sleepless nights - the daily fights
The quick toboggan - when you reach the heights I miss the kisses - and I miss the bites I wish I were in love again The broken dates - the endless waits The lovely loving - and the hateful hates The conversation - with the flying plates I wish I were in love again No more pain - no more strain Now I'm sane - but I would rather be punch - drunk The pulled out fur - of cat and cur The fine mismating - of a him and her I've learned my lesson - but I wish I were In love again The furtive sigh - the blackened eye The words: "I love you - 'til the day I die" The self deception - that believes the lie I wish I were in love again When love congeals - it soon reveals The faint aroma - of performing seals The double-crossing - of a pair of heels I wish I were in love again No, no more care - no, no despair Now I'm all there (now) - but I'd rather be punchdrunk Believe me sir - I much prefer The classic battle - of a him and her I don't like quiet - and I wish I were In love again - in love again - in love again |
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Our love affair was meant to be
It's me for you dear, and you for me We'll fuss, we'll quarrel and tears start to brew But after the tears our love will smile through I'm sure that I could never hide The thrill I get when you're by my side And when we're older we'll proudly declare Wasn't ours a lovely love affair Our love affair was meant to be It's me for you dear, and you for me We'll fuss, we'll quarrel and tears start to brew But after the tears our love will smile through I'm sure that I could never hide The thrill I get when you're by my side And when we're older we'll proudly declare Wasn't ours a lovely love affair |
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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? I'm so delighted I've ignited the spark within you. Let me continue to make it burn. With you I will be like a Trilby, so let's not dally. Come on Svengali, I've lots to learn. When you're arisin', start exercisin' daily. For example, just a sample? Bend and touch the floor fifty times or more. Ha! A fine start to be a Bernhardt! A dictionary's necessary but not for talking, It's used for walking the Ziegfeld way. Is this okay? That's the trick, you're catching on quickly. Should I take a bow? A-ho! Let me show you how! Just like partners on the stage. If you can use a partner, I'm the right age. ------------- Lyrics Powered by LyricFind Written By LANE, BURTON/FREED, RALPH <i>Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC</i> |
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When the whole world seems wrong
Just learn the words of a simple song, Of blue skies above, Be a troubadour and all is love. When April showers stray The silver lining will come they say, And singin' in the rain's the thing That those happy days again will bring. So, everybody sing, everybody sing! Let the sound of your voice turn winter to spring. Everybody's gay, everybody's gay! Oh, say can't you hear the orchestra play? Everybody sing, everybody start! You can't go wrong with a song in your heart. Everybody sing, get into the swing, Get happy, everybody sing. Yeah, everybody sing, come on now, everybody sing! Let the sound of your voice turn winter to spring. Everybody's gay, everybody's gay! Oh, say can't you hear la-da-de-oo-de-lay-de-lay-o? Everybody sing, everybody start. You can't go wrong with a song in your heart. Everybody sing, come on now get into that swing Go Do Re Mi Fa So La Si Do Do Re Mi Fa So La Si Do Everybody sing, everybody sing! Let the sound of your voice turn winter to spring. Sing before breakfast, help the birdies along. Before you have your buttered toast, have a song. Sing before breakfast, never quiet a thing. Before you eat your shredded wheat, sing, sing, sing! Sing a song of sixpence, pocket full of rye Four and twenty blackbirds baked into a pie. When the pie was opened and set before the king, Four and twenty blackbirds started into sing. Sing a melody of love, a song will win your lady fair. Sing a song that mentions love and you will yi-yi-yi-yi-yi-yi-yi-yi. Sing a song of cheer again, The skies above will be clear again, Those happy days are here again, Sing a song of cheer again. If you worry, if you fret, if you're getting deep in debt, Let your frown turn summerset, get yourself a good quartet. In the evening by the moonlight you can hear those darkies singin'. Sing good, sing bad, Sing loud, sing soft, Sing sweet, sing hot, Sing! Everybody sing, everybody sing! Let the sound of your voice turn winter to spring. Everybody's gay, everybody's gay! Oh, say can't you hear la-da-de-oo-de-lay-de-lay-o? Everybody sing, everybody start. You can't go wrong with a song in your heart Everybody sing, get into the swing, Go Do Re Me Fa So La Si Do Get Happy, get happy And everybody sing! |
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Forget your troubles
Come on get happy You better chase all you cares away Shout halleluja Come on get happy Get ready for the judgement day The sun is shining Come on get happy The lord is waiting to take your hand Shout halleluja Come on get happy We're going to the promise land We're heading across the river Wash your sins away in the tide It's all so peaceful on the other side Forget your troubles Come on get happy You better chase all you cares away Shout halleluja Come on get happy Get ready for the judgement day Forget your troubles Come on get happy Chase your cares away Hallelu get happy Before the judgement day The sun is shining Come on get happy The lord is waiting to take your hand Shout halleluja Come on get happy We're gonna be going to the promise land We're heading across the river Wash your sins away in the tide It's quiet and peaceful on the other side Forget your troubles Get happy Your cares fly away Shout halleluja Get happy Get ready for your judgement day Come on get happy Chase your cares away Shout halleluja Come on get happy Get ready for the judgement day The sun is shining Come on get happy The lord is waiting to take your hand Halleluja Come on get happy We're going to the promise land We're heading across the river Wash your sins away in the tide It's all so peaceful on the other side Shout halleluja Come on get happy You better chase all your cares away Shout halleluja Come on get happy Get ready Get ready Get ready For the judgement day |
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That old black magic has me in its spell
That old black magic that you weave so well Icy fingers up and down my spine The same old witchcraft when your eyes meet mine The same old tingle that I feel inside When that elevator starts its ride Down and down I go, round and round I go Like a leaf that's caught in the tide I should stay away but what can I do I hear your name, and I'm aflame Aflame with such a burning desire That only your kiss can put out the fire You are the lover that I've waited for The mate that fate had me created for And every time your lips meet mine Baby down and down I go, all around I go In a spin, loving the spin that I'm in Under that old black magic called love |
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Days can be sunny, with never a sigh
Don't need what money can buy Birds in the trees sing their day full of song Why shouldn't we sing along? I'm chipper all the day, happy with my lot How do I get that way, look at what I've got I got rhythm, I got music I got my man, who could ask for anything more I got daisys in green pastures I got my man, who could ask for anything more Old man trouble, I don't mind him You won't find him 'round my door I got starlight, I got sweet dreams I got my man, who could ask for anything more Who could ask for anything more I got rhythm, I got music I got my man, who could ask for anything more I got daisys in green pastures I got my man, who could ask for anything more Old man trouble, I don't mind him You won't find him hangin' 'round my front or back door Who could ask for anything more Who could ask for anything more |
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Oceans apart and with only the blue between
Since we're apart I'm yearning I tell my heart we must wait for another dawn when he may be returning How I regret the night he sailed for another shore Will he come into sight to leave my arms no more? I'll kiss him again He'll know right from the very start that we were never meant to be oceans apart Oceans apart and with only the blue between us Since we're apart I'm yearning I'll kiss him again He'll know right from the very start that we were never meant to be oceans apart. |
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I'm nobody's baby
I wonder why Each night and day I pray the Lord up above Please send me down somebody to love But nobody wants me I'm blue somehow Won't someone hear my plea and take a chance with me Because I'm nobody's baby now Nobody's baby And I've got to know the reason why Last week I was walking down the street and met a boy and I said "Hey! Maybe I was meant for you" But he only shook his head and said "Goodbye" He kept on walking down the avenue Nobody wants me I'm mighty blue somehow Won't someone hear my plea and take a chance with me Because I'm nobody's baby now |
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I'm always chasing rainbows
Watching clouds drifting by My schemes are just like all my dreams Ending in the sky Some fellows look and find the sunshine I always look and find the rain Some fellows make a winning sometimes I never even make a gain Believe me, I'm always chasing rainbows Waiting to find a little bluebird in vain I'm always chasing rainbows Watching clouds drifting by My schemes are just like all my dreams Ending in the sky Some fellows look and find the sunshine I always look and find the rain Some fellows make a winning sometimes I never even make a gain Believe me, I'm always chasing rainbows |
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My mama done tol' me, when I was in pigtails
My mama done tol' me, " Hon, a man's gonna sweet talk" And give ya the big eye, but when the sweet talkin's done A man is a two-face, A worrisome thing who'll leave ya to sing the blues in the night Now 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 The blues in the night The evenin' breeze'll start the trees to cryin' And the moon'll hide it's light When you get the blues in the night Take my word, the mockingbird'll sing the saddest kind of 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 man is a two-face, a worrisome thing who'll leave ya to sing the blues in the night My mama was right, there's blues in the night |
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I hear tell there's a stranger in the Jones household
(Yes siree, yes siree) That's what I'm told I hear tell there's a new arrival six days old (Yes siree, yes siree) Worth his weight in gold Come right in and meet the son Christening's done, time to have some fun (Yes siree, yes siree, yes siree) Yes siree, yes siree, it's a big holiday everywhere For the Jones family has a brand new heir He's the joy heaven sent and they proudly present Mister Franklin D. Roosevelt Jones When he grows up he never will stray With a name like the one that he's got today As he walks down the street folks will say "Pleased to meet, Mister Franklin D. Roosevelt Jones" What a smile and how he shows it He'll keep happy all day long What a name, I bet he knows it With that handle how can he go wrong? And the folks in the town all agree He'll be famous, as famous as he can be How can he be a dud or a stick in the mud When he's Franklin D. Roosevelt Jones? (Yes siree, yes siree, yes siree) 'Cause he's Franklin D. Roosevelt Jones |
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I got a frown, you got a frown
All God's chillun got a frown on their face Take no chance with that frown A song and a dance, turn it upside down Ah, ah, ah, ah, zazoo, zazoo All God's chillun got rhythm, all God's chillun got swing Maybe haven't got money, maybe haven't got shoes All God's chillun got rhythm for to push away their blues All God's chillun got trouble, troubles don't mean a thing When they start to go, "Ho ho ho" The old troubles bound to go 'way, say All God's chillun got swing All God's children got trouble Da da do day, ra do day, ra do da do, da da, da da day Doh da do day, da do day, ra do, da do, da do day Maybe haven't got money or maybe haven't got shoes All God's chillun got rhythm for to push, for to push For to push away their blues All God's chillun got trouble, troubles don't mean a thing When they start to go, "Ho ho ho" The old troubles bound to go 'way, say All God's chillun got swing Swing it high, swing it low, hell, let 'em go, hah hah, yea Swing it up, swing it down, ah hah let it go, oh hah, yea Ain't got money, ain't got shoes All God's chillun got rhythm For to push away their doggone weary blues Three cheers for the red, white and blue Swing it up to the sky, don't ask how, don't ask why Brother, go go oh hoh, blow blow, way hay ay All God's chillun got swing, swing, swing |
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It's a great day for the Irish, it's a great day for fair!
The sidewalks of New York are thick with blarney For shure you'd think New York was Old Kilarney! It's a great day for the Shamrock, for the flags in full array We're feeling so inspirish, shure because for all the Irish It's a great, great day! It's a great day for the Irish, it's a great day for fair! Begosh, there's not a cop to stop a raiding Begorra all the cops are out parading! It's a great day for the Shamrock, for the flags in full aray And as we go a swinging, ev'ry Irish heart is singing It's a great, great day! |
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Have yourself a merry little Christmas
Let your heart be light From now on, our troubles will be out of sight Have yourself a merry little Christmas Make the Yuletide gay From now on, our troubles will be miles away Here we are as in olden days Happy golden days of yore Faithful friends who are dear to us Gather near to us once more Through the years we all will be together If the fates allow So hang a shining star upon the highest bough And have yourself a merry little Christmas now Have yourself a merry little Christmas Let your heart be light From now on, our troubles will be out of sight Have yourself a merry little Christmas Make the Yuletide gay From now on, our troubles will be miles away Here we are as in olden days Happy golden days of yore Faithful friends who are dear to us Gather near to us once more Through the years we all will be together If the fates allow So hang a shining star upon the highest bough And have yourself a merry little Christmas now |
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Love can be a moment's madness
Love can be insane Love can be a life of sadness and pain Love can be a summer shower Love can be the sun Love can be two hearts that flower as one It can be, fine and free But that kind Is not so very easy to find Love can be a dying ember Love can be a flame Love pledged in September May be dead in December You may not even remember it came Love can be a joy forever Or an empty name Love is almost never ever the same Love can be an evil-doer Love can be a fog Love can make you feel like you were a dog Love can be a snow-capped mountain Love can be the truth Love can be an endless fountain of youth It can be ecstasy But it's true It doesn't always happen to you Love can be a four-score failure Love can bring you fame Love fresh as the morning May be wild when it's 'borning And then without any warning, it's tame Oh love can be a sweet endeavor Or a dirty shame Love is almost never ever, the same! |
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I'll remember forever, when I was but three,
Mama, who was clever remarking to me: "If, son, when you're grown up, you want everything nice, I've got your future sewn up if you take this advice: Be a clown, Be a clown, All the world loves a clown Act the fool, play the calf And you'll always have the last laugh, Wear the cap and the bells And you'll rate with all the great swells, If you become a doctor, folks'll face you with dread, If you become a dentist, they'll be glad when you're dead, You'll get a bigger hand if you can stand on your head. Be a clown, be a clown, be a clown! Be a clown, Be a clown, All the world loves a clown Be a crazy buffoon And the 'demoiselles'll all swoon, Dress in huge baggy pants And you'll ride the road to romance, A butcher or a baker ladies never embrace, A barber for a beau would be a social disgrace, They all'll come to call if you can fall on your face. Be a clown, be a clown, be a clown! Be a clown, Be a clown, All the world loves a clown Be the poor silly ass And you'll always travel first class, Give 'em quips, give 'em fun, And they'll pay to say you're A-1, If you become a farmer you've the weather to buck, If you become a gambler, you'll be stuck with your luck But jack you'll never lack if you can quack like a duck, Be a clown, be a clown, be a clown! |
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If you're ever in a jam, here I am
If you're ever in a mess, S-O-S If you ever feel so happy, you land in jail... I'm your bail. It's friendship, friendship, just a perfect blendship. When other friendships have been forgot, Ours will still be hot. Lah-dle-ah-dle-ah-dle dig, dig, dig. If you're ever up a tree, phone to me. If you're ever down a well, ring my bell. If you ever lose your teeth, and you're out to dine... borrow mine. It's friendship, friendship, just a perfect blendship. When other friendships have been forgate, Ours will still be great. Lah-dle-ah-dle-ah-dle, chuck, chuck, chuck. If they ever black your eyes, put me wise. If they ever cook your goose, turn me loose. If they ever put a bullet through your brain... I'll complain. It's friendship, friendship, just a perfect blendship. When other friendships have been forgit, Ours will still be it. Lah-dle-ah-dle-ah-dle, hep, hep, hep. |
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Walked with no one and talked with no one
And I had nothing but shadows Then one morning you passed And I brightened at last Now I greet the day and complete the day With the sun in my heart All my worry blew away When you taught me how to say Grab your coat and get your hat Leave your worry on the doorstep Just direct your feet To the sunny side of the street Can't you hear a pitter-pat? And that happy tune is your step Life can be so sweet On the sunny side of the street I used to walk in the shade With those blues on parade But I'm not afraid This Rover crossed over If I never have a cent I'd be rich as Rockefeller Gold dust at my feet On the sunny side of the street Grab your street |
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Love your skimmer Judy, where did you grab it?
My hat? Oh Bing, how nice of you to ask me that. Because there's a very interesting story Connected with this hat, there really is. I was walking down the street the other day, Ran into Mllicent Palmer, you know Millicent Palmer, A very dear friend of mine. How do I get involved? Well we walked around the corner for what passes For a millinery shop and she looked in the window and Saw my hat and said, "that is for you" I went in, the saleslady put it on my head and I Thought it was a little matronly Time Oh, now wait, no wait Cut When I got my arm around you and we're going for a walk Must you ya-ta-ta, ya-ta-ta, ya-ta-ta, ya-ta-ta, talk, talk, talk When we're sitting close together in a cozy taxi cab Must you ya-ta-ta, ya-ta-ta, ya-ta-ta, ya-ta-ta, gab, gab, gab Aristotle, mathematics, economics, antique chairs The classics, the comics, darling, who cares? There's a brand new moon this evening and the weather should be fine If you ya-ta-ta, ya-ta-ta, ya-ta-ta, ya-ta-ta, same old line I'll politely close your lips with mine How's your golf Bing? My golf? Ho-ho I'm really moving that ball out there, striking it a ton. I had a sixty-nine Sunday, should have been a sixty-five. Terrific wind blowing, couldn't drop a single putt, it was murder Oh, I lost my head with this question And of course the equipment, you just can't get any golf balls anymore The actors are hoarding them all...and the caddies, huh they want an Annuity for eighteen holes. You've got to take an option on one to be sure He'll show up. Cut Sorry When the parlour lights are lowered and the family isn't in Must you ya-ta-ta, ya-ta-ta, ya-ta-ta, ya-ta-ta, chin, chin, chin When there's music softly playing and I'm sitting on your lap Must you ya-ta-ta, ya-ta-ta, ya-ta-ta, ya-ta-ta, yap, yap, yap Forward passes, second baggers, or a jockey who is hot. Or boxing, or hockey, darling, so what? I'll attempt some other evening. Well you can call for me at nine Calling? But if you ya-ta-ta, ya-ta-ta, ya-ta-ta, ya-ta-ta, same old line What do you mean the same old line? Same line You asked me about my hat, You've been standing there for an hour And a half talking your big fat head off I thought About golf I just You didn't even let me finish my story I told you what I would do Oh darling, let me finish Steady, steady Oh It's so nice to close your lips with mine. |
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When you walk through a storm
Hold your chin up high And don't be afraid of the dark. At the end of a storm Is a golden sky And the sweet, silver song of a lark. Walk on, through the wind, Walk on, through the rain, Though your dreams be tossed and blown. Walk on, walk on with hope in your heart, And you'll never walk alone, You'll never walk alone. |
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I lived in a dream, my sweet
In a dream of you My dream was a joy complete For you loved me too And I was no longer afraid Of what the future might reveal For the stuff that dreams Are made of was suddenly real Love of my life, life of my love I used to pray and pray you'd hear me Love of my life, angels above Sent you at last, to stay always near me Now we are one, never to part And nevermore need I implore you to miss me Come to my arms, come to my heart Kiss me, kiss me Come to me, come to me Love of my life Love of my life My life, my love |
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Oh, it really wasn't my intention
To disregard convention It was just an impulse That had to be obeyed. Beacon Hill behavior we've been scorning But I'll still not go in mourning Though my reputation Is blemished, I'm afraid. What's done is done But wasn't, and isn't it, fun Honestly, I thought you wouldn't. Naturally, you thought you couldn't. And probably we shouldn't. But aren't you kind of glad we did? Actually, it all was blameless. (of course it was) Nevertheless, they'll call it shameless (I suppose) So the lady shall be nameless (thank you) But aren't you kind of glad we did? Socially, you'll be an outcast Obviously, we dined alone On your good name there will be doubt cast With never a sign of any chaperone. No matter how they may construe it (it'll be the wrong way) Whether or not, we have to rue it (we will) Whatever made us do it Say, aren't you kind of glad we did? Honestly, I thought I couldn't. Naturally, I thought I wouldn't. And probably I shouldn't. But aren't you kind of glad we did? Dinner was quite above suspicion Milk in the glasses when they'd clink Listening to a tired musician But what is it Mrs. Grundy's going to think? That I'm a bounder, a rounder, a cad, a Boston blighter When speaking of me, she'll be no politer Oh let's turn to something brighter Whatever we did, we're glad we did |
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As I wash my dishes, I'll be following a plan,
Till I see the brightness in ev'ry pot and pan. I am sure this point of view will ease the daily grind, So I'll keep repeating in my mind. Look for the silver lining When e'er a cloud appears in the blue. Remember somewhere, the sun is shining And so the right thing to do is make it shine for you. A heart, full of joy and gladness Will always banish sadness and strife So always look for the silver lining And try to find the sunny side of life. So always look for the silver lining And try to find the sunny side of life. |
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Did you ever wonder why in thunder
Thunder comes in spring? Once upon a time it seems All the world was wrapped in dreams. Playful little fellas, so they tell us Said Let's have our fling! Spring is in the air, you know! It's time to wake 'em up below! So, when the thunder starts to thunder don't run home and cry. They're playing ten-pins in the sky. Little fellas way up yonder make the raindrops fly While rollin', bowlin' ten-pins in the sky. The world will wear a new bonnet Daffodils on it, Thanks to the skies above. Thunder and showers Wake up the flowers, Where there are flowers there must be love. So, laugh at raindrops, laugh at thunder, Clouds will soon roll by. They're playing ten-pins in the sky! |
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For fifteen years I've played a waiting game
I've suffered like they do in Russian plays But if what's in store is really what they claim I must admit that suffering really pays For fifteen years I've been just like a prisoner in a cell For fifteen years my life has been just - awful From one to four was such a bore I remember how I hated having all those people paw all over me and talk baby talk, they'd say goo-goo, isn't she cunning. Poor dear, she has her father's nose, ah-tic-a-tic-a-tic-a-tic-a-tic-a. The years from five to eight I hate, I've grown into a very unattractive child and consequently was utterly and completely ignored. But I didn't really mind, I had a book of Mother Goose and Mother Goose is pretty hot stuff when you're five years old. At nine I had the measles so that didn't count. At ten I'd reached the performing stage and at the drop of a hat mother would call me in and have me sing The Rosary for her guests. I never will forget how papa used to squirm when I hit that high note. From eleven to thirteen I'd rather not speak of. It was bad enough having Jimmy Doogan pull my hair in school but it was positively humiliating to have my own mother refer to me as her dear little ugly duckling At fourteen I had my first taste of romance. It was at a party at dancing school and he was younger than I was, shorter than I was. Oh but he had a wonderful name - Archibold. And he really like me too, he really did but I had to go and spoil it all. I asked him right out if he'd be my best beau. That was the last I ever saw of him. By now I was fifteen and pretty miserable. Mother refused to let me wear any lipstick or rouge and I went around looking as pale as death. It was then that I decided to join the monastary. And I would have too, if it hadn't been for Bing Crosby. I was afraid they wouldn'thave any radios in monastaries. So, I devoted my fifteenth year to Kraft cheese. But now it's a different story, I can brush away the tears And lau-augh at those awful fifteen years - For now I'm ... Sweet Sixteen and I've got my first long dress I can even have a date one night a week I can paint my lips a little and rouge my cheeks I'm sweet sixteen but I really must confess Although this grown up life isn't simple I wouldn't change places with Shirley Temple Gee it's great to be just as free as the birds - above me I'm a Juliet out to get a Romeo to love me I ask you, please forget that I was an in-between I mean my flags unfurled, I'm a woman of the world I'm sweet sixteen... |
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