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Don't put your daughter on the stage, Mrs. Worthington,
Don't put your daughter on the stage, The profession is overcrowded And the struggle's pretty tough And admitting the fact She's burning to act, That isn't quite enough. She has nice hands, to give the wretched girl her due, But don't you think her bust is too Developed for her age? I repeat Mrs. Worthington, Sweet Mrs. Worthington, Don't put your daughter on the stage. Regarding yours, dear Mrs. Worthington Of Wednesday, the 23rd. Although your baby may be keen on a stage career How can I make it clear that this is not a good idea For her to hope and appear, Mrs. Worthington Is on the face of it absurd Her personality is not in reality quite big enough, inviting enough For this particular sphere Don't put your daughter on the stage, Mrs. Worthington, Don't put your daughter on the stage, She's a bit of an ugly duckling You must honestly confess, And the width of her seat Would surely defeat Her chances of success, It's a loud voice, and though it's not exactly flat, She'll need a little more than that To earn a living wage. On my knees, Mrs. Worthington, Please Mrs. Worthington, Don't put your daughter on the stage. Don't put your daughter on the stage, Mrs. Worthington, Don't put your daughter on the stage, Though they said at the school of acting She was lovely as Peer Gynt, I'm afraid on the whole An ingenue role Would emphasize her squint, She's a big girl, and though her teeth are fairly good She's not the type I ever would Be eager to engage, No more buts, Mrs. Worthington, NUTS, Mrs. Worthington, Don't put your daughter on the stage. |
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When I'm not playing Solitaire
I take a book down from the shelf And what with programs on the air I keep pretty much to myself Missed the Saturday dance Heard they crowded the floor Couldn't bear it without you Don't get around much anymore Thought I'd visit the club Got as far as the door They'd have asked me about you Don't get around much anymore Oh darling I guess My mind's more at ease But nevertheless Why stir up memories Been invited all day Might have gone but what for Awfully different without you Don't get around much anymore Oh darling I guess My mind's more at ease But nevertheless Why stir up memories Been invited all day Might have gone but what for Awfully different without you Don't get around much anymore Don't get around much anymore Don't get around much anymore |
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We'll meet again,
Don't know where, Don't know when But I know we'll meet again some sunny day Keep smiling through, Just like you always do Till the blue skies drive the dark clouds far away So will you please say "Hello" To the folks that I know Tell them I won't be long They'll be happy to know That as you saw me go I was singing this song We'll meet again, Don't know where, Don't know when But I know we'll meet again some sunny day We'll meet again, Don't know where Don't know when. But I know we'll meet again some sunny day. Keep smiling through Just like you always do, 'Til the blue skies Drive the dark clouds far away So will you please say"Hello" To the folks that I know. Tell them it won't be long. They'll be happy to know That as you saw me go, I was singin' this song. We'll meet again, Don't know where, Don't know when But I know we'll meet again some sunny day |
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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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Parlez-moi d'amour,
Redîtes-moi des choses tendres. Votre beau discours, Mon coeur n'est pas las de l'entendre. Pourvu que toujours Vous répétiez ces mots suprêmes: Je vous aime (1) Vous savez bien Que dans le fond je n'en crois rien Mais cependant je veux encore Écouter ce mot que j'adore. Votre voix aux sons caressants Qui le murmure en frémissant Me berce de sa belle histoire Et malgré moi je veux y croire. (2) Il est si doux, Mon cher trésor, d'être un peu fou. La vie est parfois trop amère Si l'on ne croit pas aux chimères. Le chagrin est vite apaisé Et se console d'un baiser. Du coeur on guérit la blessure Par un serment qui le rassure. |
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Every day, along about evening
When the sunlight's beginning to pale I ride through the slumbering shadows Along the Navajo Trail When it's night and crickets are callin' And coyotes are makin' a wail I dream by a smoldering fire Along the Navajo Trail I love to lie and listen to the music When the wind is strummin' a sagebrush guitar When over yonder hill the moon is climbin' It always finds me wishin' on a star Well what a ya know, it's mornin' already There's the dawnin', so silver and pale It's time to climb into my saddle And ride the Navajo Trail I love to lie and listen to the music When the wind is strummin' a sagebrush guitar When over yonder hill the moon is climbin' It always finds me wishin' on a star Well what a ya know, it's mornin' already There's the dawnin', so silver and pale (like a silvery veil) It's time to climb into my saddle And ride the Navajo Trail Ride the Navajo Trail Ride the Navajo Trail |
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At words poetic, I'm so pathetic
That I always have found it best, Instead of getting 'em off my chest, To let 'em rest unexpressed, I hate parading my serenading As I'll probably miss a bar, But if this ditty is not so pretty At least it'll tell you How great you are. You're the top! You're the Coliseum. You're the top! You're the Louver Museum. You're a melody from a symphony by Strauss You're a Bendel bonnet, A Shakespeare's sonnet, You're Mickey Mouse. You're the Nile, You're the Tower of Pisa, You're the smile on the Mona Lisa I'm a worthless check, a total wreck, a flop, But if, baby, I'm the bottom you're the top! Your words poetic are not pathetic. On the other hand, babe, you shine, And I can feel after every line A thrill divine Down my spine. Now gifted humans like Vincent Youmans Might think that your song is bad, But I got a notion I'll second the motion And this is what I'm going to add; You're the top! You're Mahatma Gandhi. You're the top! You're Napoleon Brandy. You're the purple light Of a summer night in Spain, You're the National Gallery You're Garbo's salary, You're cellophane. You're sublime, You're turkey dinner, You're the time, the time of a Derby winner I'm a toy balloon that’s fated soon to pop But if, baby, I'm the bottom, You're the top! You're the top! You're an arrow collar You're the top! You're a Coolidge dollar, You're the nimble tread Of the feet of Fred Astaire, You're an O'Neill drama, You're Whistler's mama! You're camembert. You're a rose, You're Inferno's Dante, You're the nose On the great Durante. I'm just in a way, As the French would say, "de trop". But if, baby, I'm the bottom, You're the top! You're the top! You're a dance in Bali. You're the top! You're a hot tamale. You're an angel, you, Simply too, too, too diveen, You're a Boticcelli, You're Keats, You're Shelly! You're Ovaltine! You're a boom, You're the dam at Boulder, You're the moon, Over Mae West's shoulder, I'm the nominee of the G.O.P. Or GOP! But if, baby, I'm the bottom, You're the top! You're the top! You're a Waldorf salad. You're the top! You're a Berlin ballad. You're the boats that glide On the sleepy Zuider Zee, You're an old Dutch master, You're Lady Astor, You're broccoli! You're romance, You're the steppes of Russia, You're the pants, on a Roxy usher, I'm a broken doll, a fol-de-rol, a blop, But if, baby, I'm the bottom, You're the top! |
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Falling in love again
Never wanted to What am I to do? I can't help it Love's always been my game Play it how I may I was made that way I can't help it Men cluster to me Like moths around a flame And if their wings burn I know I'm not to blame Falling in love again Never wanted to What am I to do? I just can't help it |
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Ol' man river
That ol' man river He don't say nothing But he must know something Cause he just keeps rolling He keeps rolling along Rollin' along He don't plant tators He don't plant cotton Them that plants 'em is soon forgotten But ol' man river He keeps rolling along You and me We sweat and strain Body all aching And wracked with pain Tote that barge Lift that bale Get a little drunk And you land in jail I gets weary Sick of trying I'm tired of living Feared of dying But ol' man river He's rolling along ------------- Lyrics Powered by LyricFind Written By OSCAR HAMMERSTEIN II, JEROME KERN <i>Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group</i> |
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I'm gonna love you like nobody's loved you
Come rain or come shine High as a mountain, an' deep as a river Come rain or come shine I guess when you met me It was just one o' those things But don't you ever bet me 'Cause I'm gonna be true if you let me You're gonna love me like nobody's loved me Come rain or come shine Happy together, unhappy together An' won't it be fine? Days may be cloudy or sunny We're in or we're out of the money But I'm with you always I'm with you rain or shine! (You're gonna love me like nobody's loved me) Come rain or come shine (Happy together, unhappy together An' won't it be fine?) Days may be cloudy or sunny We're in or we're out of the money But I'm with you always I'm with you rain or shine! (I'm gonna love you...rain...) I'm gonna love you, like nobody's loved you... |
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I just came back from a lovely trip along the Milky Way
Stopped off at the North Pole to spend a holiday I called on dear old Santa Claus To see what I could see He took me to his workshop And told his plans to me. So [Chorus] You better watch out, you better not cry Better not pout, I'm telling you why Santa Claus is comin' to town He's making a list and checking it twice Gonna find out who's naughty and nice Santa Claus is comin to town He sees you when you're sleepin' He knows when you're a wake He knows if you've been bad or good So be good for goodness sake Oh! You better watch out, you better not cry Better not pout, I'm telling you why Santa Claus is comin' to town With little tin horns and little toy drums Rooty toot toots and rummy tum tums Santa Claus is comin' to town And curly head dolls that toddle and coo Elephants, boats, and kiddie cars too Santa Claus is comin' to town Then kids in Girl and Boy land will have a jubilee They're gonna build a Toyland all around the Christmas tree So! You better watch out, you better not cry Better not pout, I'm telling you why Santa Claus is comin to town Now Santa is a busy man, He has no time to play He's got millions of stockings to fill on Christmas day You'd better write your letter now And mail it right away Because he's getting ready His reindeers and his sleigh. So [Chorus] With little tin horns and little toy drums Rooty toot toots and rummy tum tums Santa Claus is comin' to town And curly head dolls that toddle and coo Elephants, boats, and kiddie cars too Santa Claus is comin' to town Then kids in Girl and Boy land will have a jubilee They're gonna build a Toyland all around the Christmas tree So! You better watch out, you better not cry Better not pout, I'm telling you why Santa Claus is comin' to town |
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Oh! Will you never let me be?
Oh! Will you never set me free? The ties that bound us Are still around us There's no escape that I can see And still those little things remain That bring me happiness or pain A cigarette that bears a lipstick's traces An airline ticket to romantic places And still my heart has wings These foolish things remind me of you A tinkling piano in the next apartment Those stumbling words that told you what my heart meant A fair ground's painted swings These foolish things remind me of you You came you saw you conquer'd me When you did that to me I knew somehow this had to be The winds of March that make my heart a dancer A telephone that rings but who's to answer? Oh, how the ghost of you clings! These foolish things remind me of you First daffodils and long excited cables And candle lights on little corner tables And still my heart has wings These foolish things remind me of you The park at evening when the bell has sounded The "Ile de France" with all the gulls around it The beauty that is Spring's These foolish things remind me of you How strange how sweet to find you still These things are dear to me They seem to bring you near to me The sigh of midnight trains in empty stations Silk stockings thrown aside dance invitations Oh, how the ghost of you clings! These foolish things remind me of you Gardenia perfume ling'ring on a pillow Wild strawb'ries only seven francs a kilo And still my heart has wings These foolish things remind me of you The smile of Garbo and the scent of roses The waiters whistling as the last bar closes The song that Crosby sings These foolish things remind me of you How strange how sweet to find you still These things are dear to me They seem to bring you near to me The scent of smould'ring leaves, the wail of steamers Two lovers on the street who walk like dreamers Oh, how the ghost of you clings! These foolish things remind me of you ------------- Lyrics Powered by LyricFind Written By SPEARPOINT,ANDY/HEWISON,DOLAN/SAUNDERS,PERRY/CRAWFORD,JUSTIN Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing, Bourne Co. |
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Surrender, why don't you surrender?
How long can your lips live without a kiss? Surrender, I beg you surrender, How long can your heart resist? I'll bring you a love you can cling to, A love that won't be untrue . . . So please be tender, And darling surrender, And love me as I love you. ( repeat second verse ) Words and Music by Bennie Benjamin and George Weiss , 1946 |
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They used to tell me I was building a dream
And so I followed the mob When there was earth to plow or guns to bear I was always there right on the job They used to tell me I was building a dream With peace and glory ahead Why should I be standing in line Just waiting for bread? Once I built a railroad, I made it run Made it race against time Once I built a railroad, now it's done Brother, can you spare a dime? Once I built a tower up to the sun Brick and rivet and lime Once I built a tower, now it's done Brother, can you spare a dime? Once in khaki suits, gee we looked swell Full of that Yankee-Doodly-dum Half a million boots went sloggin' through Hell And I was the kid with the drum Say, don't you remember, they called me "Al" It was "Al" all the time Why don't you remember, I'm your pal Say buddy, can you spare a dime? Once in khaki suits, ah gee we looked swell Full of that Yankee-Doodly-dum Half a million boots went sloggin' through Hell And I was the kid with the drum Oh, say, don't you remember, they called me "Al" It was "Al" all the time Say, don't you remember, I'm your pal Buddy, can you spare a dime? |
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Have you seen the well-to-do, up and down Park Avenue
On that famous thoroughfare, with their noses in the air High hats and Arrow collars, white spats and lots of dollars Spending every dime, for a wonderful time If you're blue and you don't know where to go to why don't you go where fashion sits, Puttin' on the ritz. Different types who wear a day coat, pants with stripes and cutaway coat, perfect fits, Puttin' on the ritz. Dressed up like a million dollar trouper Trying mighty hard to look like Gary Cooper (super duper) Come let's mix where Rockefellers walk with sticks or "umberellas" in their mitts, Puttin' on the ritz. If you're blue and you don't know where to go to why don't you go where fashion sits, (Puttin' on the ritz) (Puttin' on the ritz) (Puttin' on the ritz |
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Be my love For no one else can end this yearning This need that you and you alone create Just fill my arms The way you've filled my dreams The dreams that you inspire With every sweet desireBe my love And with your kisses set me burning One kiss is all I need to seal my fate And hand in hand We'll find love's promised land There'll be no one but you for me Eternally If you will be my love |
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