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Alone from night to night youll find me, Too weak to break the chains that bind me, I need no shackles to remind me, Im just a prisoner of love! For one command I stand and wait now, From one whos master of my fate now, I cant escape for its too late now, Im just a prisoner of love! Whats the good of my caring, if someone is sharing those arms with me! Although she has another, I cant have another, for Im not free! Shes in my dreams awake or sleeping, Upon my knees to her Im creeping, My very life is in her keeping, Im just a prisoner of love . . . Whats the good of my caring, if someone is sharing those arms with me! Although she has another, I cant have another, for Im not free! Shes in my dreams awake or sleeping, Upon my knees to her Im creeping, My very life is in her keeping, Im just a prisoner of love . . . |
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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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Deep within my heart lies a melody
A song of old San Antone Where in dreams I live with a memory Beneath the stars all alone It was there I found beside the Alamo Enchantment strange as the blue up above A moonlit pass that only she would know Still hears my broken song of love Moon in all your splendor know only my heart Call back my rose, rose of San Antone Lips so sweet and tender like petals falling apart Speak once again of my love, my own. Broken song, empty words I know Still live in my heart all alone For that moonlit pass by the Alamo And Rose, my Rose of San Antone Deep within my heart lies a melody, A song of old San Antone Where in dreams I live with a memory Beneath the stars all alone It was there I found beside the Alamo Enchantment strange as the blue up above A moonlit pass that only she would know Still hears my broken song of love Moon in all your splendor know only my heart Call back my rose, rose of San Antone Lips so sweet and tender like petals falling apart Speak once again of my love, my own. Broken song, empty words I know Still live in my heart all alone For that moonlit pass by the Alamo And Rose, my Rose of San Antone |
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| 3:02 |
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To the tables down at Mory's
To the place where Louie dwells To the dear old Temple bar we love so well Sing the Whiffenpoofs assembled with their glasses raised on high And the magic of their singing casts its spell Yes, the magic of their singing of the songs we love so well "Shall I Wasting" and "Mavourneen" and the rest We will serenade our Louie while life and voice shall last Then we'll pass and be forgotten with the rest We're poor little lambs who have lost our way Baa, baa, baa We're little black sheep who have gone astray Baa, baa, baa Gentleman songsters off on a spree Doomed from here to eternity Lord have mercy on such as we Baa, baa, baa ------------- Lyrics Powered by LyricFind Written By GALLOWAY, TOD B/MINNIGERODE, MEADE/POMEROY, GEORGE S Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing, Universal Music Publishing Group |
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| 2:54 |
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I'm in the mood for a melody I'm in the mood for a melody, I'm in the mood I'm in the mood for a melody I'm in the mood for a melody, I'm in the mood I can make you dance, I can make you sing I can make you dance, I can make you sing If you want me too Oh, I can make you dance, I can make you sing I can make you dance, I can make you sing If you want me too Oh, I can make you dance, I can make you sing I can make you dance, I can make you sing If you want me too Any little song that you wanna to sing, A little song that you wanna to sing Song will do [Sung in lieu?] Here's a little song that you wanna to sing, A little song that you wanna to sing Song for you A little song that you wanna to sing, A little song that you wanna to sing Happy or blue I'm in the mood, I'm in the mood, I'm in the mood Why'd I end up doin' it, doin' it, doin' it Do anything that you want me for If you want me to Do it right, gonna do it wrong, Cause a matter of fact it'll turn out to be strong If you want me to If you want me to Oh, if you want me to If you want me to If you want to |
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| 3:05 |
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| 2:40 |
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| 3:10 |
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| 2:55 |
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| 2:35 |
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| 3:09 |
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Folks here's a story 'bout Minnie the Moocher; she was a red hot hoochie coocher. She was the roughest toughest frail; but Minnie had a heart as big as a whale. Hi de hi de hi de hi Ho de ho de ho de ho Hee de hee de hee de hee Ho oo waooo waoooo She messed around with a bloke named Smokey; She loved him though he was kokey. He took her down to Chinatown and showed her how to kick the gong around. Hi-de-hi-de-hi-de-hi Ho-whooooaaaa-ahhhh-ohh He-de-he-de-hee-de-he Ho-oh-ho-oh She had a dream about the king of Sweden; he gave her things, that she was needin'. He gave her a home built of gold and steel, a diamond car, with the puh-latinum wheels. Hi-de-hi-de-hi-de-hi-de-hi-de-hi-de-hi Ho-de-ho-de-ho-de-ho-de-ho-de-oh Skeedle-a-booka-diki biki skeedly beeka gookity woop! A-booriki-booriki-booriki Hoy! He gave her his town house and his racing horses; each meal she ate was a dozen courses. She had a million dollars in nickels and dimes; she sat around and counted it all, a million times. Hi-de-hi-de-hi-de-hi Ho-oh-whoaa-oh-oh-whoa He-de-he-de-hee-de-hee Poor Min! Poor Min! Poo-oor Min |
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Its always fair weather, when hep cats get together! And every time they meet, heres the way youll hear them greet ( greet! ) A hubba-hubba-hubba Hello Dad! Well a hubba-hubba-hubba, I just got back! Well a hubba-hubba-hubba, lets shoot some breeze! Say, whatever happened to the Japanese? Hmm a hubba-hubba-hubba, havent you heard? A hubba-hubba-hubba, slip me the word! I got it from a guy who was in the kno It was mighty smoky over Tokyo! A friend of mine in a B-29 dropped another load for luck, As he flew away, he was heard to say: "A hubba-hubba-hubba yuk yuk!" Well I gotta go fishin Thats ok, well give you our permission and well say, A hubba-hubba-hubba, on your way! And I will dig you later in the USA! Ta dah dah dee dee dee ta dee dee, ta dah dah hi hi hi tee dee dee! A hubba-hubba-hubba, I just got in! A hubba-hubba-hubba, well give me some skin! Well youre lookin mighty purdy Miss Curly Locks! Im the grand old girly of the bobby socks! Hmm yuttata yuttata yuttaton you talk big! Well Im the fresh tomata you cant dig! Lets have a heart to hearta and youll decide! Im a chick what's really on the solid side! You knock me flat, youre the kind of a cat, makes me wanta blow my top: " till the end of time . . . " ( Aaaaah! ) And if you feel that way, tell me what you say? A hubba-hubba-hubba muk muk! Well now youre really talkin, youre no square! You cant be from Weehawken . . . Hmm hmm Delaware! You got a line of jive thats really zoo! Well Ill dig you later, baby youre all root!Youre the kind of cat, wears a sharp cravat, and you really know your stuff! If you feel that way, tell me what you say? A hubba-hubba-hubba ruff ruff! A getta long a little mousy with the great big eyes, well if youre lookin for a spousey, why youre just my size! Mister how you love to blubber with that knock out squawk, Seems your lips are made of rubber every time you talk! Oh no, no, no, hubba-hubba! Yes, yes, yes, hubba-hubba! Bop, bop, bop, hubba-hubba! A what you kno ( A what you kno ) A what you say ( A what you say ) I say Ill dig you later baby in the USA! |
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You always hurt the one you love The one you shouldn't hurt at all You always take the sweetest rose And crush it till the petals fall You always brea-eak the kindest hear-eart With a hasty word you can't recall, so If I broke your heart la-ast night It's because I love you most of all You always hurt the one you lo-ove The one you shouldn't hurt at all You always take the sweetest ro-ose And crush it till the petals fa-all You always break the kindest heart With a hasty word you can't recall So-o if I broke your heart last night It's because I love you mo-ost of a-all You always hurt the one you love The one you shouldn't hurt at all You always take the sweetest rose Crush it, ti-ill the petals fall You always brea-eak the kindest heart With a hasty word you can't recall, so If I broke your heart last night It's because I love you most of all... |
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Of all the boys I've known, and I've known some Until I first met you, I was lonesome And when you came in sight, dear, my heart grew light And this old world seemed new to me You're really swell, I have to admit you Deserve expressions that really fit you And so I've racked my brain, hoping to explain All the things that you do to me Bei mir bist du sch?, please let me explain Bei mir bist du sch? means you're grand Bei mir bist du sch?, again I'll explain It means you're the fairest in the land I could say "Bella, bella", even say "Voonderbar" Each language only helps me tell you how grand you are I've tried to explain, bei mir bist du sch? So kiss me and say you understand Bei mir bist du sch?, you've heard it all before but let me try to explain Bei mir bist du sch? means that you're grand Bei mir bist du sch?, it's such an old refrain and yet I should explain It means I am begging for your hand I could say "Bella, bella", even say "Voonderbar" Each language only helps me tell you how grand you are I could say "Bella, bella", even say "Voonderbar" Each language only helps me tell you how grand you are I've tried to explain, bei mir bist du sch? So kiss me and say that you will understand |
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Damn this traffic jam, How I hate to be late, It hurts my motor to go so slow. Damn this traffic jam, Time I get home my supper'll be cold, Damn this traffic jam. Well I left my job About 5 o'clock, It took fifteen minutes To go three blocks, Just in time To stand in line With a freeway looking Like a parking lot. Damn this traffic jam, How I hate to be late, It hurts my motor to go so slow. Damn this traffic jam, Time I get home my supper'll be cold, Damn this traffic jam. Now I almost had A heart attack, Looking in my rear view mirror, I saw myself The next car back, Looking in the rear view mirror, About to have A heart attack, I said, Damn this traffic jam, How I hate to be late, It hurts my motor to go so slow. Damn this traffic jam, Time I get home my supper'll be cold, Damn this traffic jam. Now when I die I don't want no coffin, I thought about it All too often. Just strap me in Behind the wheel And bury me with My automobile. Damn this traffic jam, How I hate to be late, It hurts my motor to go so slow. Damn this traffic jam, Time I get home my supper'll be cold, Damn this traffic jam. Damn. Now I used to think That I was cool Running around On fossil fuel, Until I saw What I was doing Was driving down The road to ruin. |
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-Artist: Frankie Laine as sung on "Frankie Laine's Greatest Hits" -Columbia CS 8636 -peak Billboard position 4 in 1947 -Words and Music by Carroll Loveday and Helmy Kresa To spend one night with you In our old rendezvous And reminisce with you That's my desire To meet where gypsies play Down in that dim caf?br> And dance till break of day That's my desire We'll sip a little glass of wine And I'll gaze into your eyes divine I'll feel the touch of your lips Pressing on mine To hear you whisper low Just when it's time to go "Cheri, I love you so" "You're my desire" To hear you whisper low Just when it's time to go "Cheri, I love you so" "You're my desire" You're my desire |
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I'm walking the floor over you I can't sleep a wink that is true
I'm hoping and I'm praying as my heart breaks right in two walking the floor over you You left me and you went away you said that you'd be back in just a day You've broken your promise and you left me here alone I don't know why you did dear but I do know that you're gone I'm walking the floor over you... [ guitar + steel ] Now someday you may be lonesome too walking the floor is good for you Just keep right on walking and it won't hurt your pride Remember that I loved you and I will the day I die I'm walking the floor over you... |
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Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ral, Too-ra-loo-ra-li, Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ral, Hush now, don't you cry. Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ral, Too-ra-loo-ra-li, Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ral, That's an Irish lullaby. (verse) Over in Killarney, many years ago, My mother sang a song to me in tones so soft and low. Just a simple little ditty in her good old Irish way. And I'd give the world if I could hear that song of hers today. ( ) |
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