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Jeepers, creepers
Where'd you get them peepers? Jeepers, creepers Where'd you get those eyes? Gosh oh, git up How'd they get so lit up? Gosh oh, gee oh How'd they get that size? Golly gee When you turn them heaters on Woe is me Got to put my cheaters on Jeepers, creepers Where'd ya get them peepers Oh, those weepers How they hypnotize Jeepers, creepers Where'd your get them peepers Oh, those weepers How they hypnotize Where did your get those Golly where'd your get those Where did your get them there eyes? |
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Way down yonder in New Orleans
In the land of the dreamy scenes There's a garden of Eden...you know what I mean Creole babies with flashin' eyes Softly whisper their tender sighs Then stop....won't you give your lady fair...a little smile Stop..ya bet your life you'll linger there...a little while We've got heaven right here on earth With those beautiful queens Way down yonder in New...Orleans (instrumental break) You're gonna find heaven right here on earth With all them beautiful queens Way down yonder in New Or..... I goin' down yonder to New Orleans It's way down yonder in New Orleans |
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We are trav'ling in the footsteps
Of those who've gone before But we'll all be reunited (but if we stand reunited) On a new and sunlit shore (then a new world is in store) O when the saints go marching in When the saints go marching in O Lord I want to be in that number When the saints go marching in And when the sun refuse (begins) to shine And when the sun refuse (begins) to shine O Lord I want to be in that number When the saints go marching in When the moon turns red with blood When the moon turns red with blood O Lord I want to be in that number When the saints go marching in On that hallelujah day On that hallelujah day O Lord I want to be in that number When the saints go marching in O when the trumpet sounds the call O when the trumpet sounds the call O Lord I want to be in that number When the saints go marching in Some say this world of trouble Is the only one we need But I'm waiting for that morning When the new world is revealed When the revelation (revolution) comes When the revelation (revolution) comes O Lord I want to be in that number When the saints go marching in When the rich go out and work When the rich go out and work O Lord I want to be in that number When the saints go marching in When the air is pure and clean When the air is pure and clean O Lord I want to be in that number When the saints go marching in When we all have food to eat When we all have food to eat O Lord I want to be in that number When the saints go marching in When our leaders learn to cry When our leaders learn to cry O Lord I want to be in that number When the saints go marching in |
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Just a gigolo, everywhere I go
People know the part I'm playing; Paid for every dance, selling each romance Every night some heart be-tray-ing. There will come a day youth will pass away Then what will they say about me? When the end comes, I know, they'll say, "Just a gigolo" As life goes on without me. |
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No one to talk with
All by myself No one to walk with But I'm happy on the shelf Ain't misbehavin' I'm savin' my love for you I know for certain The one I love I'm through with flirtin' It's just you I'm thinkin' of Ain't misbehavin' I'm savin' my love for you Like Jack Horner In the corner Don't go nowhere What do I care? Your kisses are worth waitin' for Believe me I don't stay out late Don't care to go I'm home about eight Just me and my radio Ain't misbehavin' I'm savin' my love for you |
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C'est si bon (it's so good)
De Com C'est si bon Lovers say that in france When they thrill to romance It means that it´s so good C´est si bon So I say to you Like the french people do Because it´s oh so good. Every word, every sigh, every kiss, dear, Leads to only one thought And the thought is this, dear! C´est si bon Nothing else can replace Just your slyest embrace And if you only would Be my own for the rest of my days I will whisper this phrase My darling, my darling... C'est si bon! |
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