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What a lovely trip
I'm feeling so fresh and alive And I'm so glad to arrive It's all so grand It's easy to see you don't need a palace To feel like Alice in Wonderland Back in Ohio where I come from I've done a lot of dreamin' and I've travelled some But I never thought I'd see the day When I ever took a ride on the Santa Fe (Wanna take a ride on the Santa Fe) I would lean across my window sill And hear the whistle echoin' across the hill Then I'd watch the lights till they fade away On the Atchison, Topeka and the Santa Fe What a thrill (what a great big wonderful thrill) With the wheels a-singin' "westward ho" Right from the day I heard them start 'Cross the Kansas plains from New Mexico I guess I've got a little gypsy in my heart When I'm old and grey and settled down If I ever get a chance to sneak away from town Then I'll spend my busman's holiday On the Atchison, Topeka and the Santa Fe All aboard! (we came across the country lickety-split) (Rollin' ninety miles an hour) I can't believe I'm here at last Woo-oo-ooo! (When you go travellin', it's best for you To take the Atchison, Topeka and the Santa Fe!) I can't believe that anything could go so fast Then you pull that throttle, whistle blows A-huffin' and a-puffin' and away she goes All aboard for California*, hey! On the Atchison (on the Atchison) On the Atchison, Topeka (on the Atchison, Topeka) On the Atchison, Topeka (on the Atchison, Topeka) On the Atchison, Topeka and the Santa Fe! |
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Oh, paddy dear and did you hear
The news that's going 'round The shamrock is forbid by law To grow on Irish ground Saint Patrick's name no more you'll hear His colors can't be seen They've gone and passed a law against The wearing of the green Sure I looked to neighbor Tandy And he took me by the hand And he said how's dear old Ireland And how does she stand? It's a most distressful country That ever you have seen They're hanging men and woman For the wearing of the green Repeat first two verses Men and women, For the wearing of the green. |
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I could show the world how to smile
I could be glad all of the while I could change the gray skies to blue If I had you I could leave the old days behind Leave all my pals, I'd never mind I could start my life anew If I had you I could climb a snow-capped mountain Sail the mighty ocean wide I could cross the burning desert If I had you by my side I could be a king, dear, uncrowned Humble or poor, rich or renowned There is nothin' I couldn't do If I had you I could show the world how to smile I could be glad all of the while I could change the gray skies to blue If I had you I could leave the old days behind Leave all my pals, I'd never mind I could start my life anew If I had you I could climb a snow-capped mountain Sail the mighty ocean wide I could cross the burnin' desert If I had you by my side I could be a king uncrowned Humble or poor, rich or renowned There is nothin' I couldn't do If I had you Baby, if I had you |
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When the whole world seems wrong
Just learn the words of a simple song, Of blue skies above, Be a troubadour and all is love. When April showers stray The silver lining will come they say, And singin' in the rain's the thing That those happy days again will bring. So, everybody sing, everybody sing! Let the sound of your voice turn winter to spring. Everybody's gay, everybody's gay! Oh, say can't you hear the orchestra play? Everybody sing, everybody start! You can't go wrong with a song in your heart. Everybody sing, get into the swing, Get happy, everybody sing. Yeah, everybody sing, come on now, everybody sing! Let the sound of your voice turn winter to spring. Everybody's gay, everybody's gay! Oh, say can't you hear la-da-de-oo-de-lay-de-lay-o? Everybody sing, everybody start. You can't go wrong with a song in your heart. Everybody sing, come on now get into that swing Go Do Re Mi Fa So La Si Do Do Re Mi Fa So La Si Do Everybody sing, everybody sing! Let the sound of your voice turn winter to spring. Sing before breakfast, help the birdies along. Before you have your buttered toast, have a song. Sing before breakfast, never quiet a thing. Before you eat your shredded wheat, sing, sing, sing! Sing a song of sixpence, pocket full of rye Four and twenty blackbirds baked into a pie. When the pie was opened and set before the king, Four and twenty blackbirds started into sing. Sing a melody of love, a song will win your lady fair. Sing a song that mentions love and you will yi-yi-yi-yi-yi-yi-yi-yi. Sing a song of cheer again, The skies above will be clear again, Those happy days are here again, Sing a song of cheer again. If you worry, if you fret, if you're getting deep in debt, Let your frown turn summerset, get yourself a good quartet. In the evening by the moonlight you can hear those darkies singin'. Sing good, sing bad, Sing loud, sing soft, Sing sweet, sing hot, Sing! Everybody sing, everybody sing! Let the sound of your voice turn winter to spring. Everybody's gay, everybody's gay! Oh, say can't you hear la-da-de-oo-de-lay-de-lay-o? Everybody sing, everybody start. You can't go wrong with a song in your heart Everybody sing, get into the swing, Go Do Re Me Fa So La Si Do Get Happy, get happy And everybody sing! |
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If you're ever in a jam, here I am
If you're ever in a mess, S-O-S If you ever feel so happy, you land in jail... I'm your bail. It's friendship, friendship, just a perfect blendship. When other friendships have been forgot, Ours will still be hot. Lah-dle-ah-dle-ah-dle dig, dig, dig. If you're ever up a tree, phone to me. If you're ever down a well, ring my bell. If you ever lose your teeth, and you're out to dine... borrow mine. It's friendship, friendship, just a perfect blendship. When other friendships have been forgate, Ours will still be great. Lah-dle-ah-dle-ah-dle, chuck, chuck, chuck. If they ever black your eyes, put me wise. If they ever cook your goose, turn me loose. If they ever put a bullet through your brain... I'll complain. It's friendship, friendship, just a perfect blendship. When other friendships have been forgit, Ours will still be it. Lah-dle-ah-dle-ah-dle, hep, hep, hep. |
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When you walk through a storm
Hold your chin up high And don't be afraid of the dark. At the end of a storm Is a golden sky And the sweet, silver song of a lark. Walk on, through the wind, Walk on, through the rain, Though your dreams be tossed and blown. Walk on, walk on with hope in your heart, And you'll never walk alone, You'll never walk alone. |
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Our love affair was meant to be
It's me for you dear, and you for me We'll fuss, we'll quarrel and tears start to brew But after the tears our love will smile through I'm sure that I could never hide The thrill I get when you're by my side And when we're older we'll proudly declare Wasn't ours a lovely love affair Our love affair was meant to be It's me for you dear, and you for me We'll fuss, we'll quarrel and tears start to brew But after the tears our love will smile through I'm sure that I could never hide The thrill I get when you're by my side And when we're older we'll proudly declare Wasn't ours a lovely love affair |
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There's an old love refrain that has known the world over,
It's sweetness both princes and peasants may calim, Like a bird on the wing or a bee in the clover, No matter the language the song is the same. Go to sleep, my baby, go to sleep, While the stars above begin to peep, They're lighting the windows of heaven, angels watch over you. From the windows of heaven, mother's watching you too. Sleep, my baby, sleep. From the windows of heaven, mother's watching you too. Sleep, my baby, sleep. |
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Did you ever wonder why in thunder
Thunder comes in spring? Once upon a time it seems All the world was wrapped in dreams. Playful little fellas, so they tell us Said Let's have our fling! Spring is in the air, you know! It's time to wake 'em up below! So, when the thunder starts to thunder don't run home and cry. They're playing ten-pins in the sky. Little fellas way up yonder make the raindrops fly While rollin', bowlin' ten-pins in the sky. The world will wear a new bonnet Daffodils on it, Thanks to the skies above. Thunder and showers Wake up the flowers, Where there are flowers there must be love. So, laugh at raindrops, laugh at thunder, Clouds will soon roll by. They're playing ten-pins in the sky! |
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Somewhere over the rainbow, way up high
There's a land that I heard of once in a lullaby Somewhere over the rainbow, skies are blue And the dreams that you dare to dream really do come true Someday I'll wish upon a star And wake up where the clouds are far behind me Where troubles melt like lemon drops Away above the chimney tops That's where you'll find me Somewhere over the rainbow, bluebirds fly Birds fly over the rainbow Why then, oh why can't I? If happy little bluebirds fly beyond the rainbow Why, oh why can't I? |
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DOROTHY: Did you just hear what I just heard?
LION: That noise don't come from no ordinary bird. DOROTHY: It may be just a cricket , or a critter in the trees. TIN MAN: It's giving me the jitters, in the joints around my knees. SCARECROW: I think I see a jijik, and he's fuzzy and he's furry. I haven't got a brain but I think I ought to worry. TIN MAN: I haven't got a heart, but I got a palpitation. LION: As Monarch of the forest, I don't like the sitchy-ation DOROTHY: Are you gonna stand around and let him fill us full of horror? LION: I'd like to roar him down, but I think I lost my roarer. TIN MAN: It's a whozis. SCARECROW: It's a whosis? LION: It's a whatzis. SCARECROW: It's a whatzis? TIN MAN: Whozat? LION: Whozat? DOROTHY (singing chorus): Who's that hiding, In the tree top? It's that rascal The Jitterbug. Should you catch him Buzzin' round you, Keep away from The Jitterbug. Oh, the bats and the bees And the breeze in the trees Have a terrible, horrible buzz. But the bats and the bees And the breeze in the trees Couldn't do what the Jitterbug does. So be careful Of that rascal Keep away from The Jitterbug! |
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Fifteen thousand times a day
I hear a voice within me say Hide yourself behind the screen You shouldn't be heard, you shouldn't be seen You're just an awful in between That's what I am and in between It's just like small pox quarantine I can't do this, I can't go there I'm just a circle in a square I don't fit in anywhere I"m past the stage of dull and carriage I'm not the age to think of marriage I'm too old for toys and I'm too young for boys I'm just an in between I'm not a child or children bore me I'm not grown up, grown ups ignore me And in every sense I'm just on a fence I'm just an in between I'll be glad when momma let's me go to dances And have romances I'll be glad to have a party dress that boys will adore A dress that touches the floor I'm sick and tired of bedtime story I'm so inspired by love and glories But I guess it's no use, I still get mother goose I'm just an in between I'm allow to go to pictures shows That is if nurse is feeling able But we only go to Mickey Mouse I'm not allowed Clarke Gable It's such an imposition For a girl who's got ambition To be an in between My dad says I should bother more About my lack of grammar Huh, the only thing that bothers me Is my lack of glamor Why if I could use a lipstick and a powder pop Who knows I might be [Incomprehensible] in the rough Instead of in between I'll be glad when uncle Jim can't call me precious child That simply drives me wild I'll be glad to have a date that doesn't grow on a trees A date that's not history I'll be so glad when I have [Incomprehensible] All by myself, I get so lonesome And I hope and pray for the day when I'll be sweet sixteen Then I won't have to be an in between |
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For fifteen years I've played a waiting game
I've suffered like they do in Russian plays But if what's in store is really what they claim I must admit that suffering really pays For fifteen years I've been just like a prisoner in a cell For fifteen years my life has been just - awful From one to four was such a bore I remember how I hated having all those people paw all over me and talk baby talk, they'd say goo-goo, isn't she cunning. Poor dear, she has her father's nose, ah-tic-a-tic-a-tic-a-tic-a-tic-a. The years from five to eight I hate, I've grown into a very unattractive child and consequently was utterly and completely ignored. But I didn't really mind, I had a book of Mother Goose and Mother Goose is pretty hot stuff when you're five years old. At nine I had the measles so that didn't count. At ten I'd reached the performing stage and at the drop of a hat mother would call me in and have me sing The Rosary for her guests. I never will forget how papa used to squirm when I hit that high note. From eleven to thirteen I'd rather not speak of. It was bad enough having Jimmy Doogan pull my hair in school but it was positively humiliating to have my own mother refer to me as her dear little ugly duckling At fourteen I had my first taste of romance. It was at a party at dancing school and he was younger than I was, shorter than I was. Oh but he had a wonderful name - Archibold. And he really like me too, he really did but I had to go and spoil it all. I asked him right out if he'd be my best beau. That was the last I ever saw of him. By now I was fifteen and pretty miserable. Mother refused to let me wear any lipstick or rouge and I went around looking as pale as death. It was then that I decided to join the monastary. And I would have too, if it hadn't been for Bing Crosby. I was afraid they wouldn'thave any radios in monastaries. So, I devoted my fifteenth year to Kraft cheese. But now it's a different story, I can brush away the tears And lau-augh at those awful fifteen years - For now I'm ... Sweet Sixteen and I've got my first long dress I can even have a date one night a week I can paint my lips a little and rouge my cheeks I'm sweet sixteen but I really must confess Although this grown up life isn't simple I wouldn't change places with Shirley Temple Gee it's great to be just as free as the birds - above me I'm a Juliet out to get a Romeo to love me I ask you, please forget that I was an in-between I mean my flags unfurled, I'm a woman of the world I'm sweet sixteen... |
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Never could carry a tune, never knew where to start
You came along when everything was wrong and put a song in my heart Dear when you smiled at me, I heard a melody It haunted me from the start Something inside of me started a symphony Zing! Went the strings of my heart 'Twas like a breath of spring, I heard a robin sing About a nest set apart All nature seemed to be in perfect harmony Zing! Went the strings of my heart [Chorus] Your eyes made skies seem blue again What else could I do again But keep repeating through and through "I love you, love you" I still recall the thrill, guess I always will I hope 'twill never depart Dear, with your lips to mine, a rhapsody divine Zing! Went the strings of my heart Dear when you smiled at me, I heard a melody It haunted me from the start Something inside of me started a symphony Zing! Went the strings of my heart 'Twas like a breath of spring, I heard a robin sing About a nest set apart All nature seemed to be in perfect harmony Zing! Went the strings of my heart [Chorus] I still recall the thrill, I guess I always will I hope 'twill never depart Dear, with your lips to mine, a rhapsody divine Zing! Oh, Oh, Oh went the strings of my heart |
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Oceans apart and with only the blue between
Since we're apart I'm yearning I tell my heart we must wait for another dawn when he may be returning How I regret the night he sailed for another shore Will he come into sight to leave my arms no more? I'll kiss him again He'll know right from the very start that we were never meant to be oceans apart Oceans apart and with only the blue between us Since we're apart I'm yearning I'll kiss him again He'll know right from the very start that we were never meant to be oceans apart. |
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Once there was a barber, a barber who lived in Spain.
He was a barbering fool, a shaving fool, a shaving fool, from Spain. He was kind of crazy, he was always singing in the rain. His name was Figaro the barber of Seville. Hi-ho. Hi-de-ho. Figaro. Hi-de-ho-de-ho-de-ho-he-he-higaro. Fide-fode-fode-fode-fig-fig-Figaro. Figaro was Spanish. Everytime there was a bull fight, he'd quit. Shave and a hair cut, six bits. Hi-de-ho, Figaro. Hi-de-ho, Figaro. Hi-de-ho-ho-de-ho, fig-fig-Figaro. Hi-de-ho, Figaro. Hi-de-ho, Figaro. Hi-de-ho-ho-de-ho, fig-fig-Figaro. Ho-ha-ha-ha, zig-zig-zig-zig-zig-zigaro Ho-ha-ha-ha, fig-fig-fig-fig-fig-Figaro. Hi-de-ho, Figaro. Hi-de-fig. Hi-de-fig. Figaro! Were gona work it out tonight. |
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Embrace me, my sweet embraceable you!
Embrace me, you irreplaceable you! Just one look at you My heart grew tipsy in me, You and you alone Bring out the Gypsy in me! I love all, the many charms about you! Above all, I want my arms about you! Don't be a naughty baby, Come to papa, come to papa, do! My sweet embraceable you! |
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I've been away from you a long time
I never thought I'd miss you so Somehow I feel, your love is real, Near you I long to be!The birds are singing, it is song time The banjos strummin' soft and low I know that you Yearn for me too; Swanee, you're calling me!Swanee! How I love you, how I love you My dear old Swanee! I'd give the world to be Among the folks in D-I-X-I-E - ven now my Mammy's waiting for me, Praying for me Down by the SwaneeThe folks up north will see me no more When I go to the Swanee Shore!Swanee! How I love you, how I love you My dear old Swanee! I'd give the world to be Among the folks in D-I-X-I-E - ven now my Mammy's waiting for me, Praying for me Down by the SwaneeThe folks up north will see me no more When I go to the Swanee Shore! Swanee, Swanee, I'm coming back to Swanee! Mammy, Mammy, I love the old folks at home!Swanee, Swanee, I am coming back to Swanee! Mammy, Mammy, I love the old folks at home! |
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Love your skimmer Judy, where did you grab it?
My hat? Oh Bing, how nice of you to ask me that. Because there's a very interesting story Connected with this hat, there really is. I was walking down the street the other day, Ran into Mllicent Palmer, you know Millicent Palmer, A very dear friend of mine. How do I get involved? Well we walked around the corner for what passes For a millinery shop and she looked in the window and Saw my hat and said, "that is for you" I went in, the saleslady put it on my head and I Thought it was a little matronly Time Oh, now wait, no wait Cut When I got my arm around you and we're going for a walk Must you ya-ta-ta, ya-ta-ta, ya-ta-ta, ya-ta-ta, talk, talk, talk When we're sitting close together in a cozy taxi cab Must you ya-ta-ta, ya-ta-ta, ya-ta-ta, ya-ta-ta, gab, gab, gab Aristotle, mathematics, economics, antique chairs The classics, the comics, darling, who cares? There's a brand new moon this evening and the weather should be fine If you ya-ta-ta, ya-ta-ta, ya-ta-ta, ya-ta-ta, same old line I'll politely close your lips with mine How's your golf Bing? My golf? Ho-ho I'm really moving that ball out there, striking it a ton. I had a sixty-nine Sunday, should have been a sixty-five. Terrific wind blowing, couldn't drop a single putt, it was murder Oh, I lost my head with this question And of course the equipment, you just can't get any golf balls anymore The actors are hoarding them all...and the caddies, huh they want an Annuity for eighteen holes. You've got to take an option on one to be sure He'll show up. Cut Sorry When the parlour lights are lowered and the family isn't in Must you ya-ta-ta, ya-ta-ta, ya-ta-ta, ya-ta-ta, chin, chin, chin When there's music softly playing and I'm sitting on your lap Must you ya-ta-ta, ya-ta-ta, ya-ta-ta, ya-ta-ta, yap, yap, yap Forward passes, second baggers, or a jockey who is hot. Or boxing, or hockey, darling, so what? I'll attempt some other evening. Well you can call for me at nine Calling? But if you ya-ta-ta, ya-ta-ta, ya-ta-ta, ya-ta-ta, same old line What do you mean the same old line? Same line You asked me about my hat, You've been standing there for an hour And a half talking your big fat head off I thought About golf I just You didn't even let me finish my story I told you what I would do Oh darling, let me finish Steady, steady Oh It's so nice to close your lips with mine. |
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Have yourself a merry little Christmas
Let your heart be light From now on, our troubles will be out of sight Have yourself a merry little Christmas Make the Yuletide gay From now on, our troubles will be miles away Here we are as in olden days Happy golden days of yore Faithful friends who are dear to us Gather near to us once more Through the years we all will be together If the fates allow So hang a shining star upon the highest bough And have yourself a merry little Christmas now Have yourself a merry little Christmas Let your heart be light From now on, our troubles will be out of sight Have yourself a merry little Christmas Make the Yuletide gay From now on, our troubles will be miles away Here we are as in olden days Happy golden days of yore Faithful friends who are dear to us Gather near to us once more Through the years we all will be together If the fates allow So hang a shining star upon the highest bough And have yourself a merry little Christmas now |
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I'm nobody's baby
I wonder why Each night and day I pray the Lord up above Please send me down somebody to love But nobody wants me I'm blue somehow Won't someone hear my plea and take a chance with me Because I'm nobody's baby now Nobody's baby And I've got to know the reason why Last week I was walking down the street and met a boy and I said "Hey! Maybe I was meant for you" But he only shook his head and said "Goodbye" He kept on walking down the avenue Nobody wants me I'm mighty blue somehow Won't someone hear my plea and take a chance with me Because I'm nobody's baby now |
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The sleepless nights - the daily fights
The quick toboggan - when you reach the heights I miss the kisses - and I miss the bites I wish I were in love again The broken dates - the endless waits The lovely loving - and the hateful hates The conversation - with the flying plates I wish I were in love again No more pain - no more strain Now I'm sane - but I would rather be punch - drunk The pulled out fur - of cat and cur The fine mismating - of a him and her I've learned my lesson - but I wish I were In love again The furtive sigh - the blackened eye The words: "I love you - 'til the day I die" The self deception - that believes the lie I wish I were in love again When love congeals - it soon reveals The faint aroma - of performing seals The double-crossing - of a pair of heels I wish I were in love again No, no more care - no, no despair Now I'm all there (now) - but I'd rather be punchdrunk Believe me sir - I much prefer The classic battle - of a him and her I don't like quiet - and I wish I were In love again - in love again - in love again |
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