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 . c o m> (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!