Fred Astaire - Original Recordings - Let's Sing With Fred Astaire 1935-1938 (2009) by Fred Astaire (보컬) on maniadb.com

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.

(from "Top Hat")

(spoken) In me, you see a youth who is completely on the loose. No yens, no yearnings…

No strings
And no connection
No ties to my affections
I'm fancy free
And free for anything fancy

No dates that can't be broken,
No words that can't be spoken,
Especially when
I am feeling romancy

Like a robin upon a tree,
Like a sailor that goes to sea,
Like an unwritten melody,
I'm free, that's me!

So bring on the big attraction,
My decks are cleared for action,
I'm fancy free,
I'm free for anything fancy.

(Repeat)

(from "Top Hat")

I just got an invitation through the mail.
"Your presence is requested this evening.
It's formal. Top hat, white tie and tails."
Nothing now could take the wind out of my sails,
Because I'm invited to step out this evening
In top hat, white tie and tails.

Oh, I'm puttin' on my top hat,
Tying up my white tie,
Brushing off up my tails.

I'm doodin' up my shirt front,
Puttin' in the shirt studs,
Polishing my nails.

I'm stepping out, my dear,
To breathe an atmosphere
That simply reeks with class.
And I trust
That you'll excuse my dust
When I step on the gas.

For I'll be there...
Puttin' down my top hat
Mussin' up my white tie
Dancing in my tails.

By the Adriatic waters Venetian sons and daughters
Are strumming a new tune upon their guitars.
It was written by a Latin, a gondolier who sat in
His home out in Brooklyn and gazed at the stars.
He sent his melody across the sea to Italy,
And we know they wrote some words to fit that catchy bit
And christened it the Piccolino.
And we know that it's the reason why
Ev'ryone this season is strumming and humming a new melody.
Come to the Casino and hear them play the Piccolino.
Dance with your bambino to the strains of the catchy Piccolino.
Drink your glass of Vino, and when you've had your plate of Scallopino,
Make them play the Piccolino, the catchy Piccolino.
And dance to the strains of that new melody, the Piccolino.

(from "Follow the Fleet")

There may be trouble ahead,
But while there's music and moonlight,
And love and romance,
Let's face the music and dance.

Before the fiddlers have fled,
Before they ask us to pay the bill,
And while we still have the chance,
Let's face the music and dance.

Soon, we'll be without the moon,
Humming a different tune, and then,
There may be teardrops to shed,
So while there's moonlight and music,
And love and romance,
Let's face the music and dance,
Dance,
Let's face the music and dance.

I've been a roaming Romeo
My Juliets have been many
But now my roaming days have gone
Too many irons in the fire
Is worse than not having any
I've had my share and from now on:
I'm putting all my eggs in one basket
I'm betting ev'rything I've got on you
I'm giving all my love to one baby
Heaven help me if my baby don't come through
I've got a great big amount
Saved up in my love account
Honey
And I've decided
Love divided
In two
Won't do
So
I'm putting all my eggs in one basket
I'm betting everything I've got on you

I've been a roaming Juliet
My Romeos have been many
But now my roaming days have gone
Too many irons in the fire
Is worse than not having any
I've had my share and from now on:
I'm putting all my eggs in one basket
I'm betting ev'rything I've got on you
I'm giving all my love to one baby
Heaven help me if my baby don't come through
I've tried to love more than one
Finding it just can't be done
Honey
There's one I lie to
When I try to
Be true
To two
So
I'm putting all my eggs in one basket
I'm betting everything I've got on you

(from "Follow the Fleet")

GINGER:
As you listen to the band, don't you get a bubble?
As you listen to them play, don't you get a glow?
If you step out on the floor, you'll forget your trouble.
If you go into your dance, you'll forget your woe. So...

Come! Get together.
Let the dance floor feel your leather.
Step as lightly as a feather.
Let yourself go.

Come! Hit the timber.
Loosen up and start to limber.
Can't you hear that hot marimba?
Let yourself go.

Let yourself go.
Relax and let yourself go. Relax.
You've got yourself tied up in a knot.
The night is cold but the music's hot. So...

Come! Cuddle closer.
Don't you dare to answer, "No, sir."
Butcher, baker, clerk and grocer,
Let yourself go.

With CHORUS:
Come! Get together.
Let the dance floor feel your leather.
Step as lightly as a feather.
Let yourself go.

Come! Hit the timber.
Loosen up and start to limber.
Can't you hear that hot marimba?
Let yourself go.

Let yourself go.
Relax and let yourself go. Relax.
You've got yourself tied up in a knot.
The night is cold but the music's hot. So...

Come! Cuddle closer.
Don't you dare to answer, "No, sir."
Butcher, baker, clerk and grocer,
Let yourself go.

(from "Follow the Fleet")

I haven't ambitions for lofty positions
That wind up with the wealth of the land
I'll give you the throne that a king sat on
For just a small baton
Providing you included a band

If I could be the wealthy owner of a large industry
I would say, "Not for me"
I'd rather lead a band

If I could be a politician with a chance to dictate
I would say, "Let it wait"
I'd rather lead a band

My ev'ry care ceases
I'm rich as old Croesus
When I've got ten pieces in hand

If Josephine had left Napoleon and climbed in my lap
I'd say, "Go back to Nap"
I'd rather lead a band

If I could have a millionairess with a whole flock of banks
I would just whisper "Thanks"
I'd rather lead a band

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!

Some day, when I'm awfully low,
When the world is cold,
I will feel a glow just thinking of you...
And the way you look tonight.
Yes you're lovely, with your smile so warm
And your cheeks so soft,
There is nothing for me but to love you,
And the way you look tonight.
With each word your tenderness grows,
Tearing my fear apart...
And that laugh that wrinkles your nose,
It touches my foolish heart.
Lovely ... Never, ever change.
Keep that breathless charm.
Won't you please arrange it ?
'Cause I love you ... Just the way you look tonight.
Mm, Mm, Mm, Mm,
Just the way you look to-night.

(from "Swing Time")

Though, I'm left without a penny,
The wolf was discreet.
He left me my feet.
And so, I put them down on anything
But the la belle,
La perfectly swell romance.

Never gonna dance.
Never gonna dance.
Only gonna love.
Never gonna dance.

Have I a heart that acts like a heart,
Or is it a crazy drum,
Beating the weird tattoos
Of the St. Louis Blues?

Have I two eyes to see your two eyes
Or see myself on my toes
Dancing to radios
Or Major Edward Bowes?

Though, I'm left without a penny,
The wolf was discreet.
He left me my feet.
And so, I put them down on anything
But the la belle,
La perfectly swell romance.

Never gonna dance.
Never gonna dance.
Only gonna love.
Never gonna dance.

I'll put my shoes on beautiful trees.
I'll give my rhythm back to the breeze.
My dinner clothes may dine where they please,
For all I really want is you.

And to Groucho Marx I give my cravat.
To Harpo goes my shiny silk hat.
And to heaven, I give a vow
To adore you. I'm starting now
To be much more positive.
That....

Though, I'm left without my Penny,
The wolf was not smart.
He left me my heart.
And so, I cannot go for anything
But the la belle,
La perfectly swell romance.

Never gonna dance.
Never gonna dance.
Only gonna love you.
Never gonna dance.

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.

Ask anyone up Harlem way
Who that guy Bojangles is
They may not know who's president
But ask 'em who Bojangles is

He's in the most entrancin' business
It's what they call the "Dancin' business"
When there's a beat, up on the street
Brother, you go and bet all your dough
Sister, you know that ain't no one but 'Bo'

Oh! Bojangles of Harlem, you dance such hot stuff
Young folks love you in Harlem, they say you've got stuff
Tough guys rumba out of poolrooms
And kids start truckin' out of schoolrooms

Oh! Bojangles of Harlem, the whole town's at your heels
Leaving their flats, missing their meals
Running like rats, going astray
Throw those long legs away

(from "Carefree")

Must you dance every dance
With the same fortunate man?
You have danced with him since the music began.
Won't you change partners and dance with me?

Must you dance quite so close
With your lips touching his face?
Can't you see I'm longing to be in his place?
Won't you change partners and dance with me?

Ask him to sit this one out
And while you're alone,
I'll tell the waiter to tell him
He's wanted on the telephone.

You've been locked in his arms
Ever since heaven knows when.
Oh, won't you change partners, and then...
You may never want to change partners again.

(from "Carefree")

Come on and hear the Yam man cry,
“Any Yam today?”
The sweet potatoes that he'll fry
Will be Yam today.
The little step that you see him do
With ev'ry Yam that he sells to you,
It's something that you ought to try?
Come and Yam today.

Come get what I've got?
It will hit the spot?
Get your sweet and hot
Yam.

Come on and shake your depression
And let's have a Yam session:
There's that long note?
One, two, three, Yam?
Ev'ry orchestra in America
Will be doing the Yam.

I didn't come to do the Charleston,
I didn't come to Bell the Jack
I didn't come to do
The Suzy-Q,
Or do the Bottom they call Black.
I didn't come to do Big Apple,
I didn't come to do the Shag,
But honey, Here I am
To do the Yam,
‘Cause the Yam is in the bag.