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from Muriel's Wedding (뮤리엘의 웨딩) by Peter Best [ost] (1995)
When my baby
When my baby smiles at me I go to Rio De Janeiro, my-oh-me-oh I go wild and then I have to do the Samba And La Bamba Now I`m not the kind of person With a passionate persuasion for dancin` Or roma-ancin` But I give in to the rhythm And my feet follow the beatin` of my hear-eart Woh-ho-oh-oh, when my baby When my baby smiles at me I go to Rio De Janeiro I`m a Salsa fellow When my baby smiles at me The sun`ll lightens up my li-ife And I am free at last, what a blast Woh-ho-oh-oh, when my baby When my baby smiles at me I feel like Tarzan, of the Jungle There on the hot sand And in a bungalow while monkeys play above-a, We-ee make love-a Now I`m not the type to let vibrations (Rio...) Trigger my imagination easily (Rio...) You know that`s just not me But I turn into a tiger (Rio...) Everytime I get beside the - one I love (Rio...) Woh, oh, woh, woh-oh..., Rio... - Rio... Yeah Ugh - Rio... - Ugh Woh-ho-oh-oh, when my ba-a-aby (when my baby) When my baby smiles at me I go to Rio (Rio...) De Janeiro I`m a Salsa fellow-ow When my baby smiles at me The sun`ll lightens u-up my li-ife And I am free at last, what a blast When my baby (when my baby) When my baby smiles at me I go to Rio (Rio...) That`s when I go to Rio (Rio) Rio - Rio De Janeir-eiro Rio...., Rio...., Rio.... |
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When trumpets were mellow
And every gal only had one fellow No need to remember when 'Cause everything old is new again Dancin' at church, Long Island, jazzy parties Waiter bring us some more Baccardi We'll order now, what they ordered then 'Cause everything old is new again Get out your white suit, your tap shoes and tails Let's go backwards when forward fails And movie stars you thought were alone then Now are framed beside your bed Don't throw the past away You might need it some rainy day Dreams can come true again When everything old is new again Get out your white suit, your tap shoes and tails Put it on backwards when forward fails Better leave Greta Garbo alone Be a movie star on your own And don't throw the past away You might need it some other rainy day Dreams can come true again When everything old is new again When everything old is new again I might fall in love with you again |
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from Peter Allen - At His Best (2001)
You're an anchor, I'm uptight
You're what gets me through the night You keep me steady and on course 'Til I found you I was lost But you're the earth and I'm a sky And sometimes if I go to high Well, then you pull a string that pulls me back If not for you I might lose track And I might fly away, oh, I might fly away And go my own way to places that we've never been together I might fly away take to the sky some day but not for now, not today Nobody here is flyin' away, away You have reasons, I have dreams So we're perfect, so it seems You talk fortunes, I tell the truth Kept me from my crazy youth When you're near me I feel whole I don't have to rock and roll I don't worry, I don't think But baby hold me close and I won't break And I might fly away, oh, I might fly away And go my own way to places that we've never been together I might fly away take to the sky some day but not for now, not today Nobody here is flyin', flyin' away, oh, I might fly away I might fly away but not for now, not today Nobody here is flyin' away, oh, I might fly away I might fly away, take to the sky some day but not for now, not today Nobody here is flyin' away |
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from Peter Allen - At His Best (2001)
I'm a happy man
I made my choice in life I chose to settle down I chose to take a wife And I take pleasure in my quiet Hearth and happy home I never gave my heart Its chance to roam I could have been a sailor And sailed the seven seas The wind in my face all day Can you taste the salty breeze? I could have been a lover Watchin' waves before me part But I settled for safer harbors of my heart I'm a lucky man I'm the envy of my peers I never ask for favors Oh, and I never show my fears Surrounded by too many friends I am a one-man band With all the trappings of a life Lived second-hand I could have been a sailor Rollin' through the night My sails before the wind Where the star's my only light I could have been a dreamer Yeah, but dreams just fall apart So, I settled for safer harbors of my heart And I take pleasure in my quiet Hearth and happy home I never gave my heart Its chance to roam I could have been a sailor And sailed the seven seas Is the wind in your face all day And can you taste the salty breeze? I could have been a dreamer And watch the waves before me part But I settled for safer harbors Oh, sailor, sailed the seven seas Is the wind in your face all day? I can taste the salty breeze Oh lover, I can see the waves before you part Well, I settled for safer harbors of my heart, of my heart |
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from Peter Allen - At His Best (2001)
When my baby
When my baby smiles at me I go to Rio De Janeiro, my-oh-me-oh I go wild and then I have to do the Samba And La Bamba Now I`m not the kind of person With a passionate persuasion for dancin` Or roma-ancin` But I give in to the rhythm And my feet follow the beatin` of my hear-eart Woh-ho-oh-oh, when my baby When my baby smiles at me I go to Rio De Janeiro I`m a Salsa fellow When my baby smiles at me The sun`ll lightens up my li-ife And I am free at last, what a blast Woh-ho-oh-oh, when my baby When my baby smiles at me I feel like Tarzan, of the Jungle There on the hot sand And in a bungalow while monkeys play above-a, We-ee make love-a Now I`m not the type to let vibrations (Rio...) Trigger my imagination easily (Rio...) You know that`s just not me But I turn into a tiger (Rio...) Everytime I get beside the - one I love (Rio...) Woh, oh, woh, woh-oh..., Rio... - Rio... Yeah Ugh - Rio... - Ugh Woh-ho-oh-oh, when my ba-a-aby (when my baby) When my baby smiles at me I go to Rio (Rio...) De Janeiro I`m a Salsa fellow-ow When my baby smiles at me The sun`ll lightens u-up my li-ife And I am free at last, what a blast When my baby (when my baby) When my baby smiles at me I go to Rio (Rio...) That`s when I go to Rio (Rio) Rio - Rio De Janeir-eiro Rio...., Rio...., Rio.... |
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from Peter Allen - At His Best (2001)
The late George Woolnough
Worked on High Street and lived on Manners Fifty- two years he sat on his verandah And made his saddle And if you had questions about sheep or flowers or dogs You just asked the saddler He lived without sin They're building a library for him Chorus Time is a traveler Tenterfield Saddler Turn your head Ride again jackaroo, think I see kangaroo up ahead The son of George Woolnough went off and got married And had a war baby Something went wrong And sometimes it's easier to drink than go crazy And if there were questions about why the end was so sad George had no answer about why his son ever had need of a gun Repeat chorus The grandson of George has been all around the world And lives no special place He changed his last name and he married a girl With an interesting face He'd almost forgotten them both Because in the life that he leads There's nowhere for George or his library or the son with his gun To belong, except in this song Time is a traveller. Tenterfield Saddler turn your head Ride again jackaroo. Think I see kangaroo up ahead Time is a meddler, Tenterfield Saddler make your bed Fly away cockatoo, down on the ground emu up ahead Time is a tale-teller, Tenterfield Saddler turn your head Ride again jackaroo. Think I see kangaroo up ahead Time is a tale-teller, Tenterfield Saddler make your bed Ride again jackaroo. Think I see kangaroo up ahead |
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