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| 2. |
| 2:32 |
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| 3. |
| 3:16 |
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| 4. |
| 1:43 |
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| 5. |
| 1:56 |
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| 6. |
| 1:30 |
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| 7. |
| 2:13 |
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| 8. |
| 3:14 | 
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Words by Albert Stillman, music by Paul McGrane.
Moppin' up sodapop rickeys To our heart's delight Dancin' to swingeroo quickies Jukebox saturday night Goodman and Kyser and Miller Help to make things bright Mixin' hot licks with vanilla Jukebox saturday night They put nothin' past us Me and honey lamb Making one Coke last us Till it's time to scram Money we really don't need bad, We make out alright Lettin' the other guy feed that Jukebox saturday night After sippin' a soda we got a scheme Somebody else plays the record machine It's so easy to say pet names When you listen to the trumpet of Harry James... We love to hear that tenor croon Whenever the Ink Spots sing a tune... ("The Ink Spots"): If I didn't know why the roses grow Then I wouldn't know why the roses grow... (Spoken) Now listen, honey child, If I didn't know all them little things I'm supposed to know Then I sure would be a SAD man If I didn't know... Money we really don't need it, We make out alright Lettin' the other guy feed that Jukebox saturday night! |
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| 9. |
| 4:52 |
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| 10. |
| 4:39 |
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| 11. |
| 2:48 |
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| 12. |
| 5:54 |
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| 13. |
| 2:20 |
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| 14. |
| 2:22 |
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| 15. |
| 2:53 |
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| 16. |
| 2:50 |
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| 17. |
| 1:44 |
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| 18. |
| 3:16 |
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Who's the lovin' daddy with the beautiful eyes
What a pair o' lips, I'd like to try 'em for size I'll just tell him, "Baby, won't you swing it with me" Hope he tells me maybe, what a wing it will be So, I said politely "Darlin' may I intrude" He said "Don't keep me waitin' when I'm in the mood"First I held him lightly and we started to dance Then I held him tightly what a dreamy romance And I said "Hey, baby, it's a quarter to three There's a mess of moonlight, won't-cha share it with me" "Well" he answered "Baby, don't-cha know that it's rude To keep my two lips waitin' when they're in the mood"In the mood, that's what he told me In the mood, and when he told me In the mood, my heart was skippin' It didn't take me long to say "I'm in the mood now"In the mood for all his kissin' In the mood his crazy lovin' In the mood what I was missin' It didn't take me long to say "I'm in the mood now"So, I said politely "Darlin' may I intrude" He said "Don't keep me waitin' when I'm in the mood""Well" he answered "Baby, don't-cha know that it's rude To keep my two lips waitin' when they're in the mood"Who's the lovin' daddy with the beautiful eyes What a pair o' lips, I'd like to try 'em for size I'll just tell him, "Baby, won't you swing it with me" Hope he tells me maybe, what a wing it will be So, I said politely "Darlin' may I intrude" He said "Don't keep me waitin' when I'm in the mood"First I held him lightly and we started to dance Then I held him tightly what a dreamy romance And I said "Hey, baby, it's a quarter to three It's a mess of moonlight, won't-cha share it with me" "Well" he answered "Baby, don't-cha know that it's rude To keep my two lips waitin' when they're in the mood" |
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| 19. |
| 1:49 |
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| 20. |
| 2:18 |
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| 21. |
| 1:43 |
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| 22. |
| 4:17 |
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| 23. |
| 3:22 |
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| 24. |
| 2:37 |
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| 25. |
| 1:40 |
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| 26. |
| 2:31 |
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| 27. |
| 3:15 |
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