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One night when the moon was so mellow
Rosita met young Manuelo He held her like this This lovely miss Then stole a kiss This fellow He said he was glad he'd met her And soon he would come and get her But she said "no no I cannot go Until I know you better" Ti-pi-ti-pi-tin Ti-pi-tin Ti-pi-ti-pi-tan Ti-pi-ta He kept on his feeling And he added a feeling She was satisfied Ti-pi-ti-pi-tin Ti-pi-tin Ti-pi-ti-pi-tan Ti-pi-ta She was saying "go sir" So he held her That so he complied One night when the moon was so mellow ho-ho-ho Rosita met young ha-ha-ha Manuelo He held her Du-ra-ra-ra-rum Du-ra-du-ra-raa Ree-du-ra-ra Du-ram-pa-re-ram Pa-du-du-ra-raa He said he was glad that he had met her And soon he would ca-hahahum and he get her But she said "No! No! I cannot go ho Until I , I know you better" Ti-pi-tin Ti-pi-tin-tin Ti-pi-ta Ti-pi-ta-ta Ti-pi-ta Ti-pi-ta-ta Du-du-du-ra-rah-rah Du-du-du-ra-rah-rah Du-du Ti-pi-tin Ti-pi-tin-tin Ti-pi-ta Ti-pi-ta-ta Du-du-duuuu Du-du-du Du-ra-ra-rah Du-ra-ra-rah Ra-ra-ra-rah-du It came to be that he and she Were one and now they're two |
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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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I have never been aboard a steamer
I am just content to be a dreamer Even if I could afford a steamer I will take the ferry boat every time I love to ride the ferry Where music is so merry There's a man who plays the concertina On the moonlit upper deck arena While boys and girls are dancing While sweethearts are romancing Life is like a Mardi-Gras Funiculi, funicula Happy, we drink together Happy, we sing together Happy, with the ferry boat serenade I am happy, very, very happy When we're on the ferry The music is so merry There's a man who plays the concertina On the moonlit upper deck arena, arena I love to ride the ferry Where music is so merry There's a man who always plays the concertina, oh my On the moonlit upper deck arena, by and by While the boys and girls are dancing, oh dancing While, while the sweethearts are romancing Life is like a Mardi-Gras Funiculi, funicula Happy, we cling together Happy, we sing together Happy with the merry boat serenade I love to ride the ferry Sailing, sailing where, where the music is so merry There's a man who just plays the concertina On the moonlit upper deck arena All the while the boys and girls are dancing Look around and you see sweethearts romancing Life is like a Mardi-Gras Funiculi, funicula Happy, we cling together Happy, we sing together Happy, with the ferry boat serenade |
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Beer Barrel Polka
There's a garden, what a garden Only happy faces bloom there And there's never any room there For a worry or a gloom there Oh there's music and there's dancing And a lot of sweet romancing When they play the polka They all get in the swing Every time they hear that oom-pa-pa Everybody feels so tra-la-la They want to throw their cares away They all go lah-de-ah-de-ay Then they hear a rumble on the floor, the floor It's a big surprise they're waiting for And all the couples form a ring For miles around you'll hear them sing... Roll out the barrel, we'll have a barrel of fun Roll out the barrel, we've got the blues on the run Zing boom tararrel, ring out a song of good cheer Now's the time to roll the barrel, for the gang's all here Da-da-da-da, da-da-da-da, da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da Then they hear a rumble on the floor-or-or-or It's a big surprise they're waiting for And all the couples they form a ring For miles around you'll hear them sing Zing do da do ding do da-do-do-day Roll it out, roll it out, roll out the barrel Dump-dump-da da-da da-dat en da-da-da-da-da Sing a song of good cheer 'Cause the whole gang is here Roll it out, roll it out Let's do the beer barrel polka |
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(Don Raye - Hughie Prince)
He was a famous trumpet man from out Chicago way He had a boogie style that no one else could play He was the top man at his craft But then his number came up and he was gone with the draft He's in the army now, a-blowin' reveille He's the boogie woogie bugle boy of Company B They made him blow a bugle for his Uncle Sam It really brought him down because he couldn't jam The captain seemed to understand Because the next day the cap' went out and drafted a band And now the company jumps when he plays reveille He's the boogie woogie bugle boy of Company B A-toot, a-toot, a-toot-diddelyada-toot He blows it eight-to-the-bar, in boogie rhythm He can't blow a note unless the bass and guitar is playin' with 'im He makes the company jump when he plays reveille He's the boogie woogie bugle boy of Company B He was our boogie woogie bugle boy of Company B And when he plays boogie woogie bugle he was busy as a 'bzzz' bee And when he plays he makes the company jump eight-to-the-bar He's the boogie woogie bugle boy of Company B Toot-toot-toot, toot-diddelyada, toot-diddelyada Toot, toot, he blows it eight-to-the-bar He can't blow a note if the bass and guitar isn't with 'im A-a-a-and the company jumps when he plays reveille He's the boogie woogie bugle boy of Company B (Instrumental interlude) He puts the boys asleep with boogie every night And wakes 'em up the same way in the early bright They clap their hands and stamp their feet Because they know how he plays when someone gives him a beat He really breaks it up when he plays reveille He's the boogie woogie bugle boy of Company B Da-dah-da-dah-da Da-dah-da-da-dah-da Da-dah-da-da-da A-a-a-and the company jumps when he plays reveille He's the boogie woogie bugle boy of Company B! |
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If you ever go down Trinidad
They make you feel so very glad Calypso sing and make up rhyme Guarantee you one real good fine time Drinkin' rum and Coca-Cola Go down Point Koomahnah Both mother and daughter Workin' for the Yankee dollar Oh, beat it man, beat it Since the Yankee come to Trinidad They got the young girls all goin' mad Young girls say they treat 'em nice Make Trinidad like paradise Drinkin' rum and Coca-Cola Go down Point Koomahnah Both mother and daughter Workin' for the Yankee dollar Oh, you vex me, you vex me From Chicachicaree to Mona's Isle Native girls all dance and smile Help soldier celebrate his leave Make every day like New Year's Eve Drinkin' rum and Coca-Cola Go down Point Koomahnah Both mother and daughter Workin' for the Yankee dollar It's a fact, man, it's a fact In old Trinidad, I also fear The situation is mighty queer Like the Yankee girl, the native swoon When she hear der Bingo croon Drinkin' rum and Coca-Cola Go down Point Koomahnah Both mother and daughter Workin' for the Yankee dollar Out on Manzanella Beach G.I. romance with native peach All night long, make tropic love Next day, sit in hot sun and cool off Drinkin' rum and Coca-Cola Go down Point Koomahnah Both mother and daughter Workin' for the Yankee dollar It's a fact, man, it's a fact Rum and Coca-Cola Rum and Coca-Cola Workin' for the Yankee dollar |
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I wrote my mother, I wrote my father, And now I'm writing you too. I'm sure of mother, I'm sure of father, And now I want to be sure of you. chorus: Don't sit under the apple tree with anyone else but me, Anyone else but me, anyone else but me, NO NO NO! Don't sit under the apple tree with anyone else but me Till I come marching home. Don't go walking down lovers' lane with anyone else but me, Anyone else but me, anyone else but me, Don't go walking down lovers' lane with anyone else but me Till I come marching home. I just got word from a guy who heard From the guy next door to me, That a girl he met just loves to pet, And it fits you to a "T". So don't sit under the apple tree with anyone else but me Till I come marching home. (Last time, last two lines) Then we'll go arm in arm, and Sit down under the apple tree, Baby, just you and me, When I come marching home. |
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By His word, in the beginnin' by His word
By His word, in the beginnin' by His word He divided up the light into day and into night And He saw that it was right by His word Then He made the earth and seas by His word Then He made the earth and seas by His word Made the sun to rule the day and the moon in bright array Put the stars on the Milky Way by his word Glory, glory hallelujah By His word, we started livin' by His word By His word, we started livin' by His word Over rock and sky and sea he gave us authority So, His children could be free by His word By His word, He made the Sabbath by His word By His word, He made the Sabbath by His word He gave us this day of rest, so, who'd 've thought would be the best And the sabbath day he blessed by His word Then He made the earth and seas by His word Then He made the earth and seas by His word Made the sun to rule the day and the moon in bright array Put the stars on the Milky Way by His word By His word, by His word, by His word |
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