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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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Love can be a moment's madness
Love can be insane Love can be a life of sadness and pain Love can be a summer shower Love can be the sun Love can be two hearts that flower as one It can be, fine and free But that kind Is not so very easy to find Love can be a dying ember Love can be a flame Love pledged in September May be dead in December You may not even remember it came Love can be a joy forever Or an empty name Love is almost never ever the same Love can be an evil-doer Love can be a fog Love can make you feel like you were a dog Love can be a snow-capped mountain Love can be the truth Love can be an endless fountain of youth It can be ecstasy But it's true It doesn't always happen to you Love can be a four-score failure Love can bring you fame Love fresh as the morning May be wild when it's 'borning And then without any warning, it's tame Oh love can be a sweet endeavor Or a dirty shame Love is almost never ever, the same! |
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When Louis came home to the flat,
He hung up his coat and his hat, He gazed all around But no wifey he found So he said "Where can Flossy be at" A note on the table he spied He read it just once then he cried It read 'Louis dear it's toos low for me here So I think I will go for a ride Oh Meet me in St. Louis, Louis Meet me at the fair, Don't tell me the lights are shining Any place but there We will dance the hoochie koochie I will be your tootsie wootsie If you will meet me in st. Louis, Louis, Meet me at the fair (Company) Meet me in st. Louis, Louis Meet me at the fair Don't tell me the lights are shining Any place but there We will dance the hoochie koochie I will be your tootsie wootsie If you will meet me in St. Louis, Louis Meet me at the fair |
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I hear tell there's a stranger in the Jones household
(Yes siree, yes siree) That's what I'm told I hear tell there's a new arrival six days old (Yes siree, yes siree) Worth his weight in gold Come right in and meet the son Christening's done, time to have some fun (Yes siree, yes siree, yes siree) Yes siree, yes siree, it's a big holiday everywhere For the Jones family has a brand new heir He's the joy heaven sent and they proudly present Mister Franklin D. Roosevelt Jones When he grows up he never will stray With a name like the one that he's got today As he walks down the street folks will say "Pleased to meet, Mister Franklin D. Roosevelt Jones" What a smile and how he shows it He'll keep happy all day long What a name, I bet he knows it With that handle how can he go wrong? And the folks in the town all agree He'll be famous, as famous as he can be How can he be a dud or a stick in the mud When he's Franklin D. Roosevelt Jones? (Yes siree, yes siree, yes siree) 'Cause he's Franklin D. Roosevelt Jones |
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Twas on a bright morning in Summer
When I first heard his voice spakin' low As he said to a colleen beside him "Who's that pretty girl milking her cow?" Och many times often ye met me And told me that I should be You darling, Acushla, A Lana Mavourneen, Asuilish machree Purty girl, purty girl, With no on there to show her how The purt, purt, purty girl is now Milking her cow I have not the manners or graces Of the girls in the world where ye move And I have not their beautiful faces But oh, I've a heart that can love And if it please ye, I'll dress me in satin With jewels, jewels in me brow But och, don't be after forgettin' Your purty girl milking her cow Purty girl, purty cow, I'm sure this song would have never been wrote If the pretty girl hadda been milking her goat But the goat wasn't feeling well anyhow So the pretty girl was milking her cow. Her cow, her cow... La, la, la, la, la, la... La, la, la la, la, la, la La, la, la, la A purty girl milking her cow! |
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With her high starched collar and her high topped shoes
And her hair piled high upon her head She went to find a jolly hour on the trolley And she found my heart instead With my light brown derby and my bright green tie I was quite the lonesomest of men I started to yen so I counted to ten Then I counted to ten again Clang, clang, clang went the trolley Ding, ding, ding went the bell Zing, zing, zing went my heart strings For the moment I saw her I fell Chug, chug, chug went the motor Thump, thump, thump went the brake Thump, thump, thump went my heart strings When she smiled I could feel the car shake I tipped my hat, I took a seat I said I hoped I hadn't stepped upon her feet "Say, what's your name?", I lost my breath She looked so lovely that it scared me half to death Oh, buzz, buzz, buzz went the buzzer Pop, pop, pop went the wheels Stop, stop, stop went my heart strings As she started to go then I started to know how it feels When the universe reels I tipped my hat, I took a seat I said I hoped I hadn't stepped upon her feet I asked her name, then lost my breath She looked so lovely that it scared me half to death Oh, buzz, buzz, buzz went the buzzer Pop, pop, pop went the wheels Stop, stop, stop went my heart strings As she started to leave I took hold of her sleeve with my hand And as if it were planned She stayed on with me and it was grand just to stand With her hand holding mine to the end of the line End of the line The end of the line |
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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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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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The bells are ringing for me and my gal.
The birds are singing for me and my gal. Ev'rybody's been knowing to a wedding they're going. And for weeks they've been sewing every Suzie and Sal. They're congregating for me and my gal. The parson's waiting for me and my gal. And sometime I'm gonna build a little home for two for three or four or more |
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Poets often use many words
To make a poem sing It takes time and thought and rhyme To make a poem ring With music and words I've been flying For you I have written a song Just be sure that you'll know what I'm saying I'll translate as I go along Fly me to the moon, And let me leave among the stars let me know what spring is like on Jupiter and Mars In other words Hold my hand In other words Darling, kiss me Fill my heart with song, And let me sing forever more You are all I worship all I long for and adore In other words Please be true In other words I love you Fill my heart with song, And let me sing forever more You are all I worship for all I long for and adore In other words Please be true In other words I love you |
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I'm always chasing rainbows
Watching clouds drifting by My schemes are just like all my dreams Ending in the sky Some fellows look and find the sunshine I always look and find the rain Some fellows make a winning sometimes I never even make a gain Believe me, I'm always chasing rainbows Waiting to find a little bluebird in vain I'm always chasing rainbows Watching clouds drifting by My schemes are just like all my dreams Ending in the sky Some fellows look and find the sunshine I always look and find the rain Some fellows make a winning sometimes I never even make a gain Believe me, I'm always chasing rainbows |
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Old man sunshine, listen you
Never tell me dreams come true Just try it, and I'll start a riot Beatrice Fairfax don't you dare Ever tell me he will care I'm certain, it's the final curtain I never want to hear from any cheerful Pollyannas Who tells you fate supplies a mate It's all bananas They're writing songs of love - but not for me A lucky star's above - but not for me With love to lead the way I've found more skies of gray Than any Russian play - could guarantee I was a fool to fall - and get that way Hi ho alas and also lackaday Although I can't dismiss The memory of his kiss I guess he's not for me Although I can't dismiss The memory of his kiss I guess he's not for me |
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That old black magic has me in its spell
That old black magic that you weave so well Icy fingers up and down my spine The same old witchcraft when your eyes meet mine The same old tingle that I feel inside When that elevator starts its ride Down and down I go, round and round I go Like a leaf that's caught in the tide I should stay away but what can I do I hear your name, and I'm aflame Aflame with such a burning desire That only your kiss can put out the fire You are the lover that I've waited for The mate that fate had me created for And every time your lips meet mine Baby down and down I go, all around I go In a spin, loving the spin that I'm in Under that old black magic called love |
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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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The moment I saw him smile
I knew he was just my style My only regret is we've never met Though I dream of him all the while But he doesn't know I exist No matter how I may persist So it's clear to see there's no hope for me Though I live at fifty-one-thirty-five Kensington Avenue And he lives at fifty-one-thirty-three How can I ignore the boy next door I love him more than I can say Doesn't try to please me Doesn't even tease me And he never sees me glance his way And though I'm heart-sore, the boy next door Affection for me won't display I just adore him So I can't ignore him The boy next door I just adore him So I can't ignore him The boy next door |
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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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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'm tired of the noise and hurly-burly
that fills the city late and early. I long to hear the music of the used-to-be that mother nature made for me. I want to wander where the skies are blue, where birds are singing all the long day through, the music that I love to listen to down on melody farm. The cowbells tinkle in the early morn. the bees are buzzin' 'round a field of corn, to tell me that another song is born down on melody farm. The lazy river is drifting along while daffodils dance on a hill and while it's drifting it composes a song to a water lily. The morning sings the golden melody, the evening brings the moonlight symphony, for all the world is wrapped in harmony down on melody farm. I'm gonna pack my bag, I'm gonna clear my brain, and then I'm gonna buy a one-way ticket on the fastest choo-choo train. I'm gonna try to find a little peace of mind. I wanna leave the sound of rivets and the horns of taxis way behind. I want to run through the fields of the new-mown hay and at the close of day let me stray where I hear the organ playing. Just a song at twighlight when the lights are low. I wanna go, I wanna go I wanna be a little country girl in calico. The morning sings the golden melody, the evening brings the moonlight symphony, for all the world is wrapped in harmony down on melody farm. |
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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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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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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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Alone
Alone with a sky of romance above. Alone, Alone on a night that was meant for love. There must be someone waiting who feels the way I do. Whoever you are, are you, are you Alone, Alone on this night that we two could share. Alone, Alone with a kiss that could make me care. And when you come I promise to be your very own! Alone, Alone with a heart meant for you. And when you come I promise to be your very own! Alone, Alone with a heart meant for you. Alone. |
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*PINKIE*
There's a road that leads to happiness, I know we can find it. Although it's full of hills an spills, darling, we won't mind it. I've got you, You've got me who cares how rough the road might be, We'll go bumpty-bumpty bumpty-bump on the bumpy road to love. Remember this when anything goes wrong, Remember this we'll merrily roll along. We'll get rich or we won't, but who cares whether we do or don't We'll go bumpty-bumpty bumpty-bump on the bumpy road to love. Hi-ho whadda we car. We're on our way but we don't know where. We'll go bumpty-bumpty bumpty-bump on the bumpy road to love Let's all join in and sing this tune, Dottie, Buzz, and Danny Boom We'll go bumpty-bumpty bumpty-bump on the bumpy road to love We'll never need a silver lining for we'll never ever have a cloud Give three cheers for four Musketeers! *DOTTIE Only four? *PINKIE* Just four *BUZZ Just four? *PINKIE* No more, for five would be a crowd, yes! *BUZZ Rah-rah-rah! *DOTTIE Sis-boom-ba *BILLIE* Hey diddle diddle *PINKIE* And Oo-la-la. We'll go bumpty-bump, bumpty-bump, we'll go bumpty-bump on the bumpty-bump on the bumpy road to love. *ALL* Hail! Hail! The gangs all here! *PINKIE* Home sweet home is in the rear. Bumpty, bumpty, bumpty bump on the bumpy road to love. |
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