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| 1. |
| 2:25 | 
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| 2. |
| 3:28 | 
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Some enchanted evening you may see a stranger
You may see a stranger across a crowded room And somehow you know, you know even then That somewhere you'll see her again and again Some enchanted evening, someone may be laughing You may hear her laughing across a crowded room And night after night, as strange as it seems The sound of her laughter will sing in your dreams Who can explain it, who can tell you why Fools give you reasons, wise men never try Some enchanted evening, when you find your true love When you feel her call you across a crowded room Then fly to her side and make her your own Or all through your life you may dream all alone Once you have found her, never let her go Once you have found her, never let her go |
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| 3. |
| 3:34 |
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Bali Ha'i may call you,
Any night, any day, In your heart you'll hear it call you, "Come away, come away . . ." Bali Ha'i will whisper, On the wind of the sea, "Here am I your special island" "Come to me, come to me . . ." Your own special hopes, Your own special dreams, Bloom on the hillside, And shine in the streams . . . If you try you'll find me Where the sky meets the sea Here am I your special island Come to me, come to me . . . Bali Ha'i Bali Ha'i Bali Ha'i Someday you'll see me, Floating in the sunshine, My head's sticking out from a low flying cloud . . . You'll hear me call you, Singing through the sunshine Sweet and clear as can be . . . "Come to me, Bali Ha'i" "Come to me" "Come to me" Bali Ha'i . . . |
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| 4. |
| 2:52 |
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Hoop-Dee-Doo, Hoop-Dee-Doo
I hear a polka and my troubles are through Hoop-Dee-Dee, Hoop-Dee-Dee This kind of music is like heaven to me Hoop-Dee-Doo, Hoop-Dee-Doo Has got me higher than a kite Hand me down my soup and fish, I am gonna get my wish Hoop-Dee-Doin' it tonight When there's a trombone playin' <sound of trombone> I get a thrill, I always will When there's a concertina stretched about a mile I always smile 'cause that's my style When there's a fiddle in the middle oh it really is a riddle how he plays a tune so sweet Plays a tune so sweet that I could die Lead me to the floor and hear me yell for more 'cause I'm a Hoop-Dee-Doin' kind of guy (Hoop-Dee-Doo), Hoop-Dee-Doo (Hoop-Dee-Doo), Hoop-De-Doo (I hear a polka and my troubles are through)-ha, ha, ha, ha (Hoop-Dee-Doo), Hoop-Dee-Doo (Hoop-Dee-Dee) Hoop-De-Dee (This kind of music is like heaven to me) Oh, Hoop-Dee-Doo (Hoop-Dee-Doo) Hoop-Dee-Doo (Hoop-Dee-Doo) Has got me higher than a kite Hand me down my soup and fish, I am gonna get my wish Hoop-Dee-Doin' it tonight (When there's a trombone playing) <Como imitates trombone> (He gets a thrill) I get a thrill, I always will (He always will) (When there's a concertina) stretched about a mile I always smile (You'll see him smile) 'cause that's my style (Oh, that's his style) When there's a fiddle in the middle oh it really is a riddle how he plays a tune so sweet (Plays a tune so sweet that we could die) Ah, yes lead me to the floor and hear me yell For more 'cause I'm a Hoop-Dee-Doing kind of guy Oh, Hoop-Dee-Doo, Hoop-Dee-Doo It's got us higher than a kite They're in clover, we're in bloom, when we're dancing give us room Hoop-De-Doing it with all of our might Rain may fall and snow may come, nothings gonna stop us from Hoop-Dee-Doing it Hoop-Dee-Doing it Hoop-Dee-Doing it tonight |
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| 3:19 |
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Someone lights up my heart like the sun,
and that someone is you, please believe me! You're my starlight when daytime is done my darling, please darling, believe me! You're the smile on my lips when I wake, you're a faith that I'll never forsake! No one loves with a love that I bring you please believe me, believe me please do! < instrumental verse > You're the smile on my lips when I wake, you're a faith that I'll never forsake! No one loves with a love that I bring you please believe me, believe me please do! Music by Bob Merrill, with lyrics by Bee Walker, 1949 |
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| 6. |
| 3:31 |
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It's an old-fashioned idea,
marryin' for love! and that old-fashioned idea's what I'm thinkin' of! Where there's love, poets have said, two can live as one! That's an old-fashioned idea, but it's bein' done! If she must have gold, let it be in her hair, rubes, let 'em be in her lips, diamonds, let 'em shine in her eyes! Just an old-fashioned romance, with the moon above, a romance, one that will end, marryin' for love that's the kind of love that I'm thinking of! < instrumental break > If she must have gold, let it be in her hair, rubes, let 'em be in her lips, diamonds, let 'em shine in her eyes! Just an old-fashioned romance, with the moon above, a romance, one that will end, marryin' for love that's the kind of love that I'm thinking of! |
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| 2:40 |
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It's a lovely day today,
So whatever you've got to do, You've got a lovely day to do it in That's true! And I hope whatever you've got to do, It's somethin' that can be done by two, For I'd really like to stay! It's a lovely day today, And whatever you've got to do, I'd be so happy to be doin' it With you! But if you've got somethin' that must be done An' it can only be done by one, There is nothin' more to say, Except it's a lovely day for sayin' It's a lovely day! It's a lovely day today, So whatever you've got to do, You've got a lovely day to do it in That's true! And I hope whatever you've got to do, It's something that can be done by two, For I'd really like to stay! It's a lovely day today, And whatever you've got to do, I'd be so happy to be doin' it With you! But if you've got somethin' that must be done And it can only be done by one, There is nothin' more to say, Except it's a lovely day for sayin' It's a lovely day! < instrumental break > But if you've got somethin' that must be done An' it can only be done by one, There is nothing more to say, Except it's a lovely day for sayin' . . . what a lovely day for saying! It's a lovely day for sayin' It's a lovely day! |
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| 8. |
| 3:23 |
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| 9. |
| 2:54 |
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I hear singing and there's no one there,
I smell blossoms and the trees are bare, All day long I seem to walk on air, I wonder why, I wonder why ? I keep tossing in my sleep at night, And what's more I've lost my appetite, Stars that used to twinkle in the skies, Are twinkling in my eyes, I wonder why ? You don't need analyzin' It is not so surpisin' That you feel very strange but nice! Your heart goes pitter patter I know just what's the matter Because I've been there once or twice! Put your head on my shoulder You need someone who's older A rub-down with a velvet glove! There is nothing you can take To relieve that pleasant ache You're not sick, you're just in love! < repeat verse and chorus simultaneously > Now you know why! Now I know why! I'm just in love! |
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| 3:10 |
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Ahhhh, Ahhhh, Ummmm!
Lets go to church, next Sunday morning, let's kneel an' pray side by side. Our love will grow, on Sunday morning, if we have the Lord as our guide! Through the week, you love an' laugh an' labour, but on Sunday . . . don't forget to love thy neighbour! Lets make a date, for Sunday morning, we'll go to church you and I . . . Lets go to church, next Sunday morning, we'll see our friends on the way We'll stand and sing, on Sunday morning . . . and I'll hold your hand as we pray! Through the week, you love an' laugh an' labour, but on Sunday . . . don't forget to love thy neighbour! Lets go to church, next Sunday morning, let's go through life side by side. Words |
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| 11. |
| 2:43 |
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If you were only mine,
if you were only mine I know the sun would shine for me . . . I'd find my happiness, to be in your caress, my every fear and every tear, I'd lose dear . . . If you could understand, I know you'd lend a hand, to all the dreams I've planned for you . . . Life would be so divine, I'd worship at your shrine, Sweetheart, if you were only mine! < instrumental verse > Life would be so divine, I'd worship at your shrine, Sweetheart, if you were only mine! Music by Isham Jones with lyrics by Charles Newman , 1932 |
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| 2:42 |
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( Doodle oodle ooh doo, doodle oodle ooh doo,
doodle oodle ooh doo, doo ! ) What'cha doin' Hutton? Doodlin' . . . can you doodle? Can I doodle? ~ I can't get it outta my noodle! How come? 'Cause I love you a bushel an' a peck, a bushel an' a peck and a hug around the neck ( Ouch! ) Hug around the neck and a barrel an' a heap, barrel an' a heap an' I'm talkin' in my sleep! About you! ( About me? ) Yes, about you! My heart is leapin', havin' trouble sleepin' ! 'Cause I love you a bushel an' a peck, you bet your purdy neck I do! ( Doodle oodle ooh doo, doodle oodle ooh doo, doodle oodle ooh doo, doo ! ) Do you like me Perry? Oh very, do you like me Hutton? Like a glutton! So, where's your "Como" button? Oh! I love you a bushel an' a peck ( How much? ) a bushel an' a peck though you make my heart a wreck! Make my heart a wreck and you make my life a mess, make my life a mess, yes a mess of happiness! About you! ( About me? ) Yes, about you! You're gonna grieve me, if an' you ever leave me! 'Cause I love you a bushel an' a peck, you bet your purdy neck I do! ( Doodle oodle ooh doo, doodle oodle ooh doo, doodle oodle ooh doo, doo ! ) Heh heh, it's gettin' kinda quiet around here! Oh! we can fix that Perry boy! Let's go! I love you a bushel an' a peck, a bushel an' a peck and it beats be all to heck, beats me all to heck how I'll ever tend the farm ever tend the farm when I wanna keep my arms about you! About you, the cows an' chickens, let em go to the dickens 'Cause I love you a bushel an' a peck, you bet your purdy neck I do! ( Doodle oodle ooh doo, doodle oodle ooh doo, doodle oodle ooh doo, doo ! ) . . . it's gettin' kinda quiet again! ( Doodle oodle ooh doo, doodle oodle ooh doo, doodle oodle ooh doo, doo ! ) . . . an octave lower please! ( Doodle oodle ooh doo, doodle oodle ooh doo, doodle oodle ooh doo, doo ! ) Words and Music by Frank Loesser, 1950 |
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| 2:58 |
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| 14. |
| 3:15 |
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See them tumbling down,
Pledging their love to the ground! Lonely, but free, I'll be found, Drifting along with the tumbling tumbleweeds . . . Cares of the past are behind, Nowhere to go, but I'll find, Just where the trail will wind, Drifting along with the tumblin' tumbleweeds . . . I know when night is gone, That a new world's born at dawn! I'll keep rolling along, Deep in my heart as a song, Here on the range I belong, Drifting along with the tumbling tumbleweeds . . . ( Tumbleweeds, tumbleweeds! See them tumbling down, Pledging their love to the ground! ) Lonely, but free, I'll be found, Drifting along with the tumblin' tumbleweeds . . . I know ( I Know! ) when night is gone ( hmmm . . . ) That a new world's born at dawn! I'll keep rolling along, Deep in my heart as a song, Here on the range I belong, ( Drifting along with the tumbling tumbleweeds . . . ) Drifting along with the tumblin' tumbleweeds . . . ( Tumbleweeds, tumbleweeds . . . ) Tumble . . . weeds . . . Words and Music by Bob Nolan, 1934 |
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| 3:08 |
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If a picture paints a thousand words,
then why cant I paint you? The words would never show, the you Ive come to know . . . If a face could launch a thousand ships, then where am I to go? Theres no one home but you, youre all thats left me to . . . And when my love for life is running dry, You come and pour yourself on me . . . If a man could be two places at one time, Id be with you, tomorrow and today, beside you all the way . . . If the world should stop revolving, Spinning slowly down to die, Id spend the end with you when the world was through . . . Then one by one the stars would all go out . . . Then you and I would simply fly away! Words and Music by David A. Gates |
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| 2:57 |
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| 3:10 |
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Lost in the shuffle, I've drifted an' strayed
Bruised by the city, bewildered, betrayed With a heart heavy laden with faltering strides I have come to the bridge, to the line that divides! What am I doing up here in a daze As I gaze at the cold river bed? Why do I ask myself, "Shall I go back when I seem to be going ahead?" To black moonlight! Where everything reflects your colour Darkness that is endless. nights that leave me friendless . . . blue! Black moonlight! You make the lights of Harlem duller Just like me you're faded, jaded and degraded . . . too! Why must you send . . . ebony moonbeams, depressing, distressing . . . like shadows of love that are gone? Where will it end? Will it spread on to the starlight, the sunlight and darken each promise of dawn? Black moonlight! I've lost all power to resist you Madly, I await you, even though I hate you Black, black moonlight! Music by Arthur Johnston with lyrics by Arthur Coslow, 1933 |
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| 2:49 |
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She's a Lady ~ I'm a Lady!
She's a Lady ~ I'm a Lady! She's as quiet as a mouse Why, she would never ever raise her voice to a shout Not unless somebody else is drownin' me out! Yes, She's a Lady ~ I'm a Lady! High floutin' ~ You're darn tootin'! and her manners are superb Yesterday I wore a gown of satin an' lace, you took me out dinin' to the ritziest place And when they brought the finger bowl, why you washed your face! Ah! I'm a Lady! ~ She's a Lady ~ Oh yeah! He's a Lover! ~ I'm a Lover! He's big hearted! ~ Once I've started! Nothin' is good for you! Say, how do you mean that? I bought you a golden necklace fit for a Queen If that's a golden necklace, why's my neck turnin' green? He's Romantic! ~ I'm Romantic! He's the shy type! ~ Yes, it's my type! He's the kind that girls can't trust! Some guys take a girl out ridin' an' when they do, she may have to walk home, that don't happen to you! That's because I take them riding in a canoe Oh! He's a lover! ~ I'm a lover ~ Oh yeah! She's a Lady ~ I'm a Lady! She's the fine type ~ Home at nine type! She's as gentle as a lamb! She's the most refined girl that the city has got I will beat up anyone who says that I'm not! She's a High-Brow ~ I'm a High-Brow! You're what 'class' is! ~ You need glasses! You know just how things are done In a crowded bus, you find a guy with a seat then you drop your hanky so it lands at his feet When he stands up to get it, that's when I grab his seat! Yes, She's a Lady ~ I'm a Lady! ~ Oh yeah! He's a Singer! ~ I'm a Singer! Like Caruso! ~ Learned to do so, in a barber-shop quartet I once gave a hair-cut to a fellow one day I started singing "Mammy" an' kept cutting away Yeah, now they call him 'baldy' an' he wears a toupee! You're a Lady! ~ You're a Barber! You're a High-Brow! ~ You're a Sin-ger! Hee hee, I'm a Sin-ger? ~ Ha, ha ha ha! She's a Lady ~ Ah! He's a Sin-ger! ~ Oh yeah! Words and Music by Cy Coben, 1950 |
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| 3:21 |
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| 3:11 |
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Come home rollin' stone,
Home where you belong ( belong, Oh! come . . . ) Oh! come home rollin' stone, You've been away too long! I wandered into Kansas a-singin' a song Singin' doodle-doo-day, all day! And then I got a feelin' that somethin' was wrong When a voice in my heart seemed to say . . . Come home rollin' stone, Home where you belong, belong, Oh! come home rollin' stone, You've been away too long! I left my love a-weepin' in old Arkansas Left her for the freight cars that passed But last night in a tavern, I swear that I saw Her face in a shimmering glass . . . ( Come home rollin' stone, Home where you belong, belong, Oh! come home rollin' stone, You've been away too long . . . ) Now, when I hear that lonesome old train comin' near And the moon is over the track Oh somewhere from the shadows I know that I'll hear Her voice in the clickity clack! Oh come home rollin' stone, Home where you belong, belong, Oh! come home rollin' stone, You've been away too long . . . ( Come home . . . ) Words and Music by Irving Gordon |
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| 3:22 |
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| 22. |
| 2:26 |
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| 3:09 |
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With all my heart an' soul, I love you
With all my heart an' soul, I care With every dream I dream, I love you You are the answer to my prayer! Take the world, take everything that I own Leave me, just you alone I only live each day to love you With all my heart an' soul, I'm yours! < instrumental break > < repeat verse two > Words and Music by Larry Stock and Stanley Adams |
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| 3:13 |
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A spray of tulips and heather, tied up together
I sent my love today A spray of tulips and heather, asking her whether Love's dream had gone astray! For there's a meaning to all the flowers They tell a story that never lies! This purple heather, means lonely hours And tulips weep for a love that dies! And so I pray when they reach you, if they can teach you All that is in my heart My spray of tulips and heather, bring us together Never again to part! ( For there's a meaning ) My tulips and heather! ( To all the flowers ) Are tied up together! ( They tell a story . . . ) They tell you a tale . . . that never lies! ( This purple heather . . . ) This beautiful heather . . . ( Means lonely hours . . . ) Means lonely forever . . . ( And tulips weep for . . . ) These tulips convey a love that dies! And so I pray when they reach you, if they can teach you All that is in my heart My spray of tulips and heather, brings us together Never again to part . . . Darling! Never again to part . . . Words and Music by Milton Carson |
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