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| 1:41 | 
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| 2. |
| 3:25 | 
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What good is sittin' alone in your room
Come hear the music play, yes Life is a cabaret old chum Come to the cabaret Put down that knittin', the book and the broom Time for a holiday, yes Life is a cabaret old chum So come to the cabaret Come taste the wine, come hear that band Yes, it's time for celebratin' Right this way, your table's waitin' No use permittin' a prophet of doom Wipe every smile away, yes Life is a cabaret old chum So come to the cabaret, yes Yes, life is a cabaret old chum Only a cabaret old chum So come to the cabaret |
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| 3. |
| 4:06 |
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| 4. |
| 2:48 |
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| 5. |
| 2:53 |
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Yes, a New Orleans woman
She's alright with me I said New Orleans woman She's alright with me That's my hometown I'm talking about 'Cause when she cooks That good old Gumbo fillet I'm happy as can be I love my baby I'm gonna tell you the reason why Let you know the secret out Yes I love my baby Well, I'm gonna tell you the reason why Never told you this before 'Cause there ain't a chance for a cutout You've got to stay with me till the day I die |
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| 2:49 |
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You coax the blues right out of the horn, Mame,
You charm the husk right off of the corn, Mame, You've got the banjoes strummin' and plunkin' out a tune to beat the band, The whole plantation's hummin' since you brought Dixie back to Dixieland. You make your Louis, feel like the king, Mame You make the world we're living in swing, Mame You make the old magnolia tree, blossom at the mention of your name. Your special fascination'll, prove to be inspirational, I think you're just sensational, Mame. Mame Mame Yes, you make your Satchmo feel like a king, Mame You make the world we're living in swing, Mame You make the old magnolia tree, blossom at the mention of your name. Your special fascination'll, prove to be inspirational, I think you're just sensational, Yea, sensational You sensational Mame. Mame, Mame, Mame |
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| 3:36 |
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Ev'ry honeybee.... fills with jealousy
When they see you out with me I don't blame them....goodness knows Honeysuckle Rose When you're passin' by....flowers drop and sigh And I know the reason why You're much sweeter....goodness knows Honeysuckle Rose Don't buy sugar....you just have to touch my cup you're my sugar....it's so sweet when you stir it up When I'm taking sips...from your tasty lips Seems the honey fairly drips You're confection.....goodness knows Honeysuckle Rose. (instrumental break) Don't buy sugar....you just have to touch my cup you're my sugar....it's so sweet when you stir it up When I'm taking sips...from your tasty lips Seems the honey fairly drips You're confection.....goodness knows Honeysuckle Rose. I said you're confection.....goodness knows Honeysuckle Rose. |
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| 8. |
| 2:34 |
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| 9. |
| 3:30 |
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| 10. |
| 3:08 |
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| 11. |
| 2:52 |
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| 12. |
| 2:24 |
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I found my thrill on blueberry hill
On blueberry hill when I found you The moon stood still on blueberry hill And lingered until my dreams came true The wind in the willow played Love's sweet melody But all of those vows we made Were never to be Tho' we're apart, you're part of me still For you were my thrill on blueberry hill |
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| 13. |
| 2:03 |
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| 14. |
| 4:01 |
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| 15. |
| 4:46 |
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| 16. |
| 3:22 |
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