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A fine romance with no kisses
A fine romance, my friend, this is We should be like a couple of hot tomatoes (to-mah-toes, dear) But you're as cold as yesterday's mashed po-tah-toes (potatoes) A fine romance, you won't nestle A fine romance, you won't even wrestle You've never mussed the crease in my blue serge pants You never take a chance, this is a fine romance A fine romance, my good fellow You take romance, I'll take Jello You're calmer than the seals in the Arctic Ocean At least they flap their fins to express emotion A fine romance, my dear Duchess Two old fogies, we really need crutches You're just as hard to land as the Ile de France! (Fronce) I haven't got a chonce (chance), this is a fine romance A fine romance, my good woman My strong, aged-in-the-wood woman You never give those orchids I send a glance They're just like cactus plants, (oh boy) This is a fine romance! |
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Trouble may hound us, shadows surround us
Never mind, my dear Don't be downhearted, when we get started They will disappear Listen to brother, while we've each other There's no need to fear For like Hansel and Gretel We will prove our mettle If you'll hang on to me While I hang on to you We'll dance into the sunshine Out of the rain, forever and a day Don't sigh, we'll get along Just try humming a song And my, soon we shall hear The bluebird again That's right, hold tight We're on our way uphill until We lose the shadows If you'll hang on to me (Doo, doo) While I hang on to you (Doo, doo) We'll dance into the sunshine Out of the rain That's right, hold tight We're on our way uphill until We lose the shadows If you'll hang on to me (Doo, doo) While I hang on to you (Doo, doo) We'll dance into the sunshine Out of the rain Forever and a day We'll make a cabaret That's all I've got to say |
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(from "Shall We Dance" & "The Barkleys of Broadway")
intro used in SHALL WE DANCE (1937)... (Our romance won't end on a sorrowful note Though by the morrow, you're gone. The song is ended, but as the song-writer wrote, The melody lingers on. They may take you from me. I'll miss your fond caress. But though they take you from me I'll still possess...) The way you wear your hat. The way you sip your tea. The memory of all that Oh, no. They can't take that away from me. The way your smile just beams. The way you sing off-key. The way you haunt my dreams. No, no. They can't take that away from me. We may never, never meet again On the bumpy road to love. But I'll always, always keep The memory of... The way you hold your knife. The way we danced till three. The way you changed my life. No, no. They can't take that away from me. No, they can't take that away from me. |
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A foggy day in London town
Had me low and had me down I viewed the morning with alarm The British museum had lost its charm How long I wondered could this thing last But the age of miracles hadn't past For suddenly I saw you there And through foggy London town The sun was shining everywhere And through foggy London town The sun was shining everywhere |
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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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It's a quarter to three, there's no one in the place
Except you and me So set 'em up Joe, I got a little story You oughta know We're drinking my friend, to the end Of a brief episode Make it one for my baby And one more for the road I got the routine, so drop another nickel In the machine I'm feeling so bad, I wish you'd make the music Dreamy and sad Could tell you a lot, but that's not In a gentleman's code Make it one for my baby And one more for the road You'd never know it, but buddy I'm a kind of poet And I've got a lot of things to say And when I'm gloomy, you simply gotta listen to me Until it's all talked away Well that's how it goes, and Joe I know you're gettin' Ready to close Thanks for the beer I hope you didn't mind My bending your ear Don't let it be said Little Freddie couldn't carry his load Make it one for my baby And one more for the road That long long road |
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Please teacher, teach me something,
Nice teacher, teach me something. I'm as awkward as a camel, that's not the worst, My two feet haven't met yet, But I'll be teacher's pet yet, 'Cause I'm gonna learn to dance or burst. Nothing's impossible I have found, For when my chin is on the ground, I pick myself up, Dust myself off, Start all over again. Don't lose your confidence if you slip, Be grateful for a pleasant trip, And pick yourself up, Dust yourself off, Start all over again. Work like a soul inspired, Till the battle of the day is won. You may be sick and tired, But you'll be a man, my son! Will you remember the famous men, Who had to fall to rise again? So take a deep breath, Pick yourself up, Dust yourself off, Start all over again. I'll get some self assurance If your endurance is great. I'll learn by easy stages If you're courageous and wait. To feel the strength I want to, I must hang on to your hand, Maybe by the time I'm fifty I'll get up and do a nifty. Nothing's impossible I have found, For when my chin is on the ground, I pick myself up, Dust myself off, Start all over again. Don't lose your confidence if you slip, Be grateful for a pleasant trip, And pick yourself up, Dust yourself off, Start all over again. Work like a soul inspired, Till the battle of the day is won. You may be sick and tired, But you'll be a man, my son! Will you remember the famous men, Who had to fall to rise again? So take a deep breath, Pick yourself up, Dust yourself off, Start all over again. |
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Like the beat beat beat of the tom-tom When the jungle shadows fall Like the tick tick tock of the stately clock As it stands against the wall Like the drip drip drip of the raindrops When the summer shower is through So a voice within me keeps ing you, you, you Night and day, you are the one Only you beneath the moon or under the sun Whether near to me, or far It's no matter darling where you are I think of you Day and night, night and day, why is it so That this longing for you follows wherever I go In the roaring traffic's boom In the silence of my lonely room I think of you Day and night, night and day Under the hide of me There's an oh such a hungry yearning burning inside of me And this torment won't be through Until you let me spend my life making love to you Day and night, night and day |
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(from "Flying Down to Rio")
An old sailor, in old time, would sing an old song: Rolling down to Rio by the sea. A young sailor, in these times, would sing a new song, Flying down to Rio, come with me! Where the lovely Brazilian ladies will catch your eye, By the light of the million stars in the evening sky, My Rio, Rio by the Sea-o, Flying down to Rio where there's rhythm and rhyme. Say feller, twirl that old propeller, Got to get to Rio and we've got to make time. You'll love it, soaring high above it, Looking down on Rio from a heaven of blue. Send a radio to Rio de Janeiro, With a big hello just so they'll know and stand by there, We'll fly there. Oh, Rio, ev'rything will be okay, We're singing and winging our way to you. |
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(from "Shall We Dance")
The odds were a hundred to one against me. The world thought the heights were too high to climb. But people from Missouri never incensed me. Oh, I wasn't a bit concerned For from history I had learned How many, many times the world had turned. They all laughed at Christopher Columbus When he said the world was round. They all laughed when Edison recorded sound. They all laughed at Wilbur and his brother When they said that man could fly. They told Marconi wireless was a phoney. It's the same old try. They laughed at me, wanting you. Said I was reaching for the moon. But oh, you came through. Now they'll have to change their tune. They all said we never would be happy. Darling, let's take a bow. But ho, ho, ho. Who's got the last laugh now? |
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Heaven, I'm in Heaven, And my heart beats so that I can hardly speak; And I seem to find the happiness I seek When we're out together dancing, cheek to cheek. Heaven, I'm in Heaven, And the cares that hang around me thro' the week Seem to vanish like a gambler's lucky streak When we're out together dancing, cheek to cheek. Oh! I love to climb a mountain, And to reach the highest peak, But it doesn't thrill me half as much As dancing cheek to cheek. Oh! I love to go out fishing In a river or a creek, But I don't enjoy it half as much As dancing cheek to cheek. Dance with me I want my arm about you; The charm about you Will carry me thro' to Heaven I'm in Heaven, and my heart beats so that I can hardly speak; And I seem to find the happiness I seek When we're out together dancing cheek to cheek. |