Richard Rodgers [작곡]

Sit there and count your fingers
What can you do?
Old girl you're through
Sit there, count your little fingers
Unhappy little girl blue

Sit there and count the raindrops
Falling on you
It's time you knew
All you can ever count on
Are the raindrops
That fall on little girl blue

Won't you just sit there
Count the little raindrops
Falling on you
'Cause it's time you knew
All you can ever count on
Are the raindrops
That fall on little girl blue

No use old girl
You might as well surrender
'Cause your hopes are getting slender and slender
Why won't somebody send a tender blue boy
To cheer up little girl blue

Blue moon
you saw me standing alone
without a dream in my heart
Without a love of my own

Blue moon
You knew just what I was there for
You heard me saying a prayer for
Someone I really could care for

And then they suddenly appeared before me
The only one my arms will ever hold
I heard somebody whisper
Please adore me
And when I looked
The moon had turned to gold

Blue moon
Now I'm no longer alone
Without a dream in my heart
Without a love of my own

Blue moon
you saw me standing alone
without a dream in my heart
Without a love of my own

Blue moon
You knew just what I was there for
You heard me saying a prayer for
Someone I really could care for

And then they suddenly appeared before me
The only one my arms will ever hold
I heard somebody whisper
Please adore me
And when I looked
The moon had turned to gold

Blue moon
Now I'm no longer alone
Without a dream in my heart
Without a love of my own

Blue moon

After one whole quart of brandy
Like a daisy, I'm awake
With no Bromo-Seltzer handy
I don't even shakeMen are not a new sensation
I've done pretty well I think
But this half-pint imitation
Put me on the blinkI'm wild again, beguiled again
A simpering, whimpering child again
Bewitched, bothered and bewildered - am ICouldn't sleep and wouldn't sleep
When love came and told me, I shouldn't sleep
Bewitched, bothered and bewildered - am ILost my heart, but what of it
He is cold I agree
He can laugh, but I love it
Although the laugh's on meI'll sing to him, each spring to him
And long, for the day when I'll cling to him
Bewitched, bothered and bewildered - am IHe's a fool and don't I know it
But a fool can have his charms
I'm in love and don't I show it
Like a babe in armsLove's the same old sad sensation
Lately I've not slept a wink
Since this half-pint imitation
Put me on the blinkI've sinned a lot, I'm mean a lot
But I'm like sweet seventeen a lot
Bewitched, bothered and bewildered - am II'll sing to him, each spring to him
And worship the trousers that cling to him
Bewitched, bothered and bewildered - am IWhen he talks, he is seeking
Words to get off his chest
Horizontally speaking, he's at his very bestVexed again, perplexed again
Thank God, I can be oversexed again
Bewitched, bothered and bewildered - am IWise at last, my eyes at last,
Are cutting you down to your size at last
Bewitched, bothered and bewildered - no moreBurned a lot, but learned a lot
And now

A B C D E F G
I never learned to spell,
At least not well.

1 2 3 4 5 6 7
I never learned to count,
A great amount.

But my busy mind is burning to use what learning I've got,
I won't waste any time,
I'll strike while the iron is hot.

If they asked me, I could write a book
About the way you walk, and whisper, and look.
I could write a preface
On how we met
So the world would never forget.

And the simple secret of the plot
Is just to tell them that I love you a lot.
And the world discovers
As my book ends,
How to make two lovers
Of friends.

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And the simple secret of the plot
Is just to tell them that I love you a lot.
And the world discovers
As my book ends,
How to make two lovers
Of friends.

Summer journeys to Niag'ra
and to other places aggra-
vate all our cares.
We'll save our fares!
I've a cozy little flat in
what is known as old Manhattan
we'll settle down
right here in town!
We'll have Manhattan
the Bronx and Staten
Island too.
It's lovely going through
the zoo!
It's very fancy
on old Delancy
street you know.
The subway charms us so
when balmy breezes blow
to and fro.
And tell me what street
compares with Mott Street
in July?
Sweet pushcarts
gently gli-ding by.
The great big city's
a wonderous toy
just made for a girl and boy.
We'll turn Manhattan
into an isle of joy!
We'll go to Yonkers
Where true love conquers
In the whiles
And starve together
dear, in Chiles
We'll go to Coney
And eat baloney on a roll
In Central Park we'll stroll
Where our first kiss we stole
Soul to soul
And ""My Fair
Lady"" is a
terrific show they say
We both may see it
close, some day
The city's glamour
can never spoil
The dreams of a boy and goil
We'll turn Manhattan
into an isle of joy!
Transcribed by Todd
Peach
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(from this specific recording)
Guy from Bath England
sent me this more
complete version:
VERSE
Summer journeys to Niag'ra
And to other places aggra-
vate all our cares.
We'll save our fares;
I've a cozy little flat in
What is known as old Manhattan,
We'll settle down
Right here in town.
CHORUS 1
We'll have Manhattan,
The Bronx and Staten
Island too.
It's lovely going
through the Zoo.
It's very fancy
On old Delancey
Street you know.
The subway charms us so,
When balmy breezes blow
To and fro.
And tell me what street
Compares with Mott Street
In July?
Sweet pushcarts
gently gliding by.
The great big city's
a wondrous toy
Just made for a girl and boy --
We'll turn Manhattan
Into an isle of joy.
CHORUS 2
We'll go to Greenwich,
Where modern men itch
To be free,
And Bowling Green
you'll see with me.
We'll bathe at Brighton,
The fish you'll frighten
When you're in,
Your bathing suit so thin
Will make the shellfish grin,
Fin to fin.
I'd like to take a
Sail on Jamaica
Bay with you,
And fair Canarsie's
Lakes we'll view.
The city's bustle cannot destroy
The dreams of a girl and boy --
We'll turn Manhattan
Into an isle of joy.
CHORUS 3
We'll go to Yonkers,
Where true love conquers
In the wilds
And starve together,
dear, in Childs'.
We'll go to Coney
And eat bologny
On a roll,
In Central Park we'll stroll
Where our first kiss we stole,
Soul to soul.
And South Pacific
Is a terrific
Show they say,
We both may see it
close some day.
The city's clamour
can never spoil
The dreams of a boy and goil --
We'll turn Manhattan
Into an isle of joy.
CHORUS 4
We'll have Manhattan,
The Bronx and Staten
Island too,
We'll try to cross Fifth Avenue.
As black as onyx
We'll find the Bronix
Park Express,
Our Flatbush flat, I guess,
Will be a great success,
More or less.
A short vacation
On Inspiration
Point we'll spend,
And in the station
house we'll end.
But Civic Virtue cannot destroy
The dreams of a girl and boy --
We'll turn Manhattan
Into an isle of joy!

I've wined and dined on Mulligan Stew, and never wished for Turkey
As I hitched and hiked and grifted too, from Maine to Albuquerque
Alas, I missed the Beaux Arts Ball, and what is twice as sad
I was never been to a party where they honored Noel Ca-ad (Coward)
But social circles spin too fast for me
My "hobohemia" is the place to be

I get too hungry, for dinner at eight
I like the theater, but never come late
I never bother, with people I hate
That's why the lady is a tramp

I don't like crap games, with barons and earls
Won't go to Harlem, in ermine and pearls
Won't dish the dirt, with the rest of the girls
That's why the lady is a tramp

I like the free, fresh wind in my hair
Life without care I'm broke, it's o'k
Hate California, it's cold and it's damp
That's why the lady is a tramp

Girls get massages, they cry and they moan
Tell slender Ella to leave me alone
I'm not so hot, but my shape is my own
That's why the lady is a tramp

The food at the Kopensky is perfect, no doubt
I couldn't tell you what the Ritz is about
Drop a nickle in, and coffee comes out
That's why the lady is a tramp

Like the sweet, fresh, rain in my face
Diamonds and lace, no got, so what?!

for Frank Sinatra, I whistle and stamp
That's why the lady is a tramp

She's a hobo
She's a scamp
She's a no-good kinda tramp
That's why the lady is a tramp

***this song's the "Ella In Berlin" CD version***