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If every time it rains, it rains, pennies from heaven (Shubby Dobby)
Don't you know each cloud contains pennies from heaven (Shubby Dobby) You'll find your fortune falling all over town Each red and yella umbrella is up up up up upside down and... Trade them all for a pack of a gum, sunshine and ravioli (Macaroni) If you want the thing you love, you must have a pizzioli baby And when you hear thunder don't run under a tree It be pennies from heaven, for you and for me Now come over here boy, Sam And every time it rains it rains And don't you know each cloud contains Every time it rains, it rains And don't you know each cloud contains You find your fortune falling All over town, all over town, all over town Each red and yella umbrella Is upside down twiddily bop A ha ba hozzie white Eagle eye la homba lee Zombalomba zompolot Old wodilly boy oh Ahhh bobba hoy boy Ohhhh boy a hoy boy Toddaly whoa, OOOOH! I knew I'd get ya I knew I'd get ya Let's go, let's go And you'll find your fortune falling all over town It be pennies from heaven Pennies from heaven The pennies from heaven For you and me |
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| 2:57 |
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Don Lockwood:
Doo-dloo-doo-doo-doo Doo-dloo-doo-doo-doo-doo Doo-dloo-doo-doo-doo-doo Doo-dloo-doo-doo-doo-doo... I'm singing in the rain Just singing in the rain What a glorious feelin' I'm happy again I'm laughing at clouds So dark up above The sun's in my heart And I'm ready for love Let the stormy clouds chase Everyone from the place Come on with the rain I've a smile on my face I walk down the lane With a happy refrain Just singin', Singin' in the rain Dancin' in the rain Dee-ah dee-ah dee-ah Dee-ah dee-ah dee-ah I'm happy again! I'm singin' and dancin' in the rain! I'm dancin' and singin' in the rain... [ADDITIONAL VERSE] Why am I smiling And why do I sing? Why does September Seem sunny as spring? Why do I get up Each morning and start? Happy and head up With joy in my heart Why is each new task A trifle to do? Because I am living A life full of you. |
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| 3:05 |
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Day-o
day-o! Day dah light break me wanna go home. Day-o day-o! Day dah light break me wanna go home. Come Missa Tally man tally me Banana. Day dah light break me wanna go home. Come Missa Tally man tally me Banana. Day dah light break me wanna go home. Six foot seven foot eight foot bunch. Day dah light break me wanna go home. A clerk man a check but him a check with caution. Day dah light break me wanna go home. Day-o day-o! Day dah light break me wanna go home. Day-o day-o! Day dah light break me wanna go home. Come Missa Tally man tally me Banana. Day dah light break me wanna go home. Come Missa Tally man tally me Banana. Day dah light break me wanna go home. My back just broke with bare exhaustion. Day dah light break me wanna go home. Come Missa Tally man tally me Banana. Day dah light break me wanna go home. Come Missa Tally man tally me Banana. Day dah light break me wanna go home. Day-o day-o! Day dah light break me wanna go home. Day-o day-o! Day dah light break me wanna go home. |
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| 2:31 |
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| 2:20 |
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| 7. |
| 3:05 |
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| 8. |
| 3:04 |
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Down the way
Where the nights are gay And the sun shines daily on the mountaintop I took a trip on a sailing ship And when I reached Jamaica I made a stop (chorus) But I'm sad to say I'm on my way Won't be back for many a day My heart is down My head is turning around I had to leave a little girl in Kingston town Sounds of laughter everywhere And the dancing girls swing to and fro I must declare my heart is there Though I've been from Maine to Mexico (chorus) But I'm sad to say I'm on my way Won't be back for many a day My heart is down My head is turning around I had to leave a little girl in Kingston town Down at the market you can hear Ladies cry out while on their heads they bear Ackee*, rice, saltfish are nice And the rum is fine any time o' year (chorus) But I'm sad to say I'm on my way Won't be back for many a day My heart is down My head is turning around I had to leave a little girl in Kingston town Down the way Where the nights are gay And the sun shines daily on the mountaintop I took a trip on a sailing ship And when I reached Jamaica I made a stop (chorus) But I'm sad to say I'm on my way Won't be back for many a day My heart is down My head is turning around I had to leave a little girl in Kingston town Sad to say I'm on my way Won't be back for many a day My heart is down My head is turning around I had to leave a little girl in Kingston town. *ackee: national fruit of Jamaica; ackee and saltfish is the national dish |
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| 3:00 |
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| 10. |
| 3:04 |
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| 11. |
| 2:46 |
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| 13. |
| 2:57 |
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| 14. |
| 3:26 |
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(The Zaz-Zuh-Zaz chorus has been simplified here from Cab's scatted version.)
Now, here's a very entrancing phrase, It will put you in a daze, To me it don't mean a thing, But it's got a very peculiar swing! Zaz-zuh-zaz-zuh-zaz, Zaz-zuh-zaz-zuh-zay, Zaz-zuh-zaz-zuh-zaz, Zaz-zuh-zaz-zuh-zay! Now, zaz-zuh-zaz was handed down From a bloke down in Chinatown; It seems his name was Smoky Joe, And he used to hi-de-hi-de-ho. Zaz-zuh-zaz-zuh-zaz, Zaz-zuh-zaz-zuh-zay, Zaz-zuh-zaz-zuh-zaz, Zaz-zuh-zaz-zuh-zay! When Smoky Joe came into town And he kicked the gong around, Any place that he would go Minnie the Moocher she was sure to go, With her zaz-zuh-zaz, Zaz-zuh-zaz-zuh-zay, Zaz-zuh-zaz-zuh-zaz, Zaz-zuh-zaz-zuh-zay! It makes no difference where you go, There's one thing that they sure do know: There's no need for them to be blue, For the zaz-suh-zaz will always see them through! Zaz-zuh-zaz-zuh-zaz, Zaz-zuh-zaz-zuh-zay, Zaz-zuh-zaz-zuh-zaz, Zaz-zuh-zaz-zuh-zay! |
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| 2:23 |
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| 2:55 |
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| 2:46 |
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| 3:17 |
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| 4:17 |
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| 20. |
| 2:32 |
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| 21. |
| 2:04 |
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You're bound to fall for the bugle call;
You're gonna brag 'bout the Bugle Call Rag. Thin or fat, young or old; Shake their shoulders bold. You're bound to fall for the bugle call; You're gonna brag 'bout the Bugle Call Rag. Hold me baby; Let's syncopate to that blue melody; Just hesitate while a break they take Shh! While we're dancing please hold me tight; step lively don't lag. ------------- Lyrics Powered by LyricFind Written By MEYERS, BILLY/PETTIS, JOHN/SCHOEBEL, ELMER <i>Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing</i> |
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| 2:13 |
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| 2:55 |
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| 2:48 |
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| 3:17 |
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| 2:36 |
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