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| 2. |
| 3:22 |
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| 3. |
| 3:10 |
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| 4. |
| 2:27 | 
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Another bride, another June
Another sunny honeymoon Another season, another reason For makin' whoopee A lot of shoes, a lot of rice The groom is nervous; he answers twice It's really killin' That he's so willin' to make whoopee Picture a little love nest Down where the roses cling Picture the same sweet love nest Think what a year can bring He's washin' dishes and baby clothes He's so ambitious he even sews But don't forget, folks That's what you get, folks, for makin' whoopee Another year or maybe less What's this I hear? Well, you can't confess She feels neglected, and he's suspected Of makin' whoopee She sits alone 'most every night He doesn't phone her; he doesn't write He says he's busy, but she says, "Is he?" He's makin' whoopee He doesn't make much money Only five thousand per Some judge who thinks he's funny Says, "You'll pay six to her" He says, "Now, Judge, suppose I fail?" The judge says, "Budge right into jail" You'd better keep her; I think it's cheaper Than makin' whoopee You'd better keep her I know it's cheaper Than makin' whoopee |
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| 5. |
| 2:59 |
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This Year's Kisses
This year's crop of kisses Don't seem as sweet to me This year's crop just misses What kisses used to be This year's new romance Doesn't seem to have a chance Even helped by Mr. Moon above This year's crop of kisses is not for me For I'm still wearin' last year's love. |
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| 6. |
| 2:42 |
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| 7. |
| 2:51 |
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Have you seen the well-to-do, up and down Park Avenue
On that famous thoroughfare, with their noses in the air High hats and Arrow collars, white spats and lots of dollars Spending every dime, for a wonderful time If you're blue and you don't know where to go to why don't you go where fashion sits, Puttin' on the ritz. Different types who wear a day coat, pants with stripes and cutaway coat, perfect fits, Puttin' on the ritz. Dressed up like a million dollar trouper Trying mighty hard to look like Gary Cooper (super duper) Come let's mix where Rockefellers walk with sticks or "umberellas" in their mitts, Puttin' on the ritz. If you're blue and you don't know where to go to why don't you go where fashion sits, (Puttin' on the ritz) (Puttin' on the ritz) (Puttin' on the ritz |
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| 4:49 |
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| 9. |
| 3:48 |
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I got myself a hat with cherries
And a brand new yellow dress It isn't very hard to guess That the answer will be yes I'm ridin' high And I approve of the trend Look what I've found me I got myself a gentleman friend The sunny sky Seems like it never will end When he's around me I'm referrin' to my gentleman friend His kind o' kissin' suits me to a T What I was missin' in the use to be I'm gettin' frequently And so goodbye to cares that hound me Is it any wonder I Wanna laugh and sing and cry Gonna love him 'til I die My gentleman friend (piano & guitar solos) His kind o' kissin' suits me to a T What I was missin' in the use to be I'm gettin' frequently And so goodbye to cares that hound me Is it any wonder I Wanna laugh and sing and cry Gonna love him 'til I die My gentleman friend |
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| 3:58 |
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| 11. |
| 3:04 |
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Peel me a grape, crush me some ice
Skin me a peach, save the fuzz for my pillow Start me a smoke, talk to me nice You got to wine me and dine me Don't try and train me, chow mein me Best way to serve me, hors d'oeuvre me I'm getting hungry, peel me a grape Pop me a cork, French me a fry Crack me a nut, bring a bowl fulla bon-bons Chill me some wine, keep standing by Just entertain me, champagne me Best way to cheer me, cashmere me Best way to smell me, Chanel me I'm getting hungry, peel me a grape Here's how to be an agreeable chap Love me and leave me in luxury's lap Hop when I holler, skip when I snap When I say 'do it,' jump to it Send out for Scotch, call me a cab Cut me a rose, make my tea with the petals Just hang around, pick up the tab Never outthink me, just mink me Polar bear rug me, don't bug me New Thunderbird me, you heard me I'm getting hungry, peel me a grape Credits: Frishberg, Dave - Songwriter SWIFTWATER MUSIC - Publisher |
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| 3:28 |
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| 13. |
| 3:15 |
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| 14. |
| 2:42 |
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Picture you upon my knee,
Just tea for two and two for tea, Just me for you And you for me alone. Nobody near us To see us or hear us, No friends or relations On weekend vacations. We won't have it known, dear, That we own a telephone, dear; Day will break and you'll awake And start to bake a sugar cake, For me to take For all the boys to see. We will raise a family, A boy for you, a girl for me. Oh, can't you see How happy we would be? |
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| 2:44 |
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| 16. |
| 3:07 |
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I'm feelin' mighty lonesome
Haven't slept a wink I walk the floor from nine to four In between I drink Black coffee Love's a hand-me-down brew I'll never know a Sunday In this weekday roomI'm talkin to the shadow One o'clock till four And Lord, how slow the moments go And all I do is pour Black coffee Since the blues caught my eye I'm hangin' out on Monday My Sunday dreams to dryNow man was born to go a lovin' But was a woman born to weep and fret And stay at home and tend her oven And down her past regrets In coffee and cigarettesI'm moonin' all the mornin' Moanin' all the night And in between it's nicotine And not much heart to fight Black coffee Feelin' low as the ground It's drivin' me crazy This thinkin' 'bout my baby Might maybe come around Come around |
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| 3:25 |
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| 18. |
| 3:14 |
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