What
a beautiful day
For a wedding in May!
See the people all stare
At the loveable pair.
She's
a vision of joy,
He's the luckiest boy.
In his wedding array
Hear him smilingly say:
The
bells are ringing for me and my gal,
The birds are singing for me and my gal.
Everybody's been knowing
To a wedding they're going
And for weeks they've been sewing,
Every Susie and Sal.
They're congregating for me and my gal,
The Parson's waiting for me and my gal.
And sometime
I'm goin' to build a little home for two,
For three or four or more,
In Love-land for me and my gal.
See
the relatives there
Looking over the pair!
They can tell at a glance
It's a loving romance.
It's
a wonderful sight
As the families unite.
Gee! It makes the boy proud
As he says to the crowd:
The
bells are ringing for me and my gal,
The birds are singing for me and my gal.
Everybody's been knowing
To a wedding they're going
And for weeks they've been sewing,
Every Susie and Sal.
They're congregating for me and my gal,
The Parson's waiting for me and my gal.
And sometime
I'm goin' to build a little home for two,
For three or four or more,
In Love-land for me and my gal.
Who
am I,
What's my name,
Where I'm from,
How I came, doesn't matter, dear.
'Long as I am here.
(male)
I'm
just a fella,
A fella with an umbrella,
Looking for a girl who saved her love for a rainy day.
I'm just a fella,
A fella with an umbrella,
Glad to see the skies of blue have turned into skies of gray.
Raindrops have brought us together and that's what I longed
to see.
Maybe the break in the weather will prove to be a break for
me.
So I'll be the fella, the fella with an umbrella,
if you'll be the girl who saved her love for a rainy day.
(female)
I
met a fella,
A fella with an umbrella,
Looking for a girl who saved her love for a rainy day.
I met a fella,
A fella with an umbrella,
Waiting for the skies of blue to turn into skies of gray.
Raindrops will bring us together and that's what I long to see.
Maybe a break in the weather will prove to be a break for me.
I told the fella, the fella with the umbrella,
I could be the girl who saved her love for a rainy day.
Judy: If you're ever in a jam, here I am
Johnny: If you're ever in a mess, S.O.S.
Judy: If you ever feel so happy you land in jail, I'm your bail
Both: It's friendship, friendship
Just a perfect blendship
When other friendships have been forgot
Ours will still be hot
Judy: A-lottle-dottle-dottle-dig-dig-dig
Johnny: If you're ever down a well, ring my bell
Judy: And if you're ever up a tree just phone to me
Johnny: A-yes-sir-ee
If you ever lose your teeth and you're out to dine, borrow mine
Both: It's friendship, friendship
Just a perfect blendship
When other friendships have been forgate
Johnny: Gate?
Both: Ours will still be great
Johnny: A-lottle-dottle-dottle-chuck-chuck-chuck
Judy: If they ever black your eyes, put me wise
Johnny: If they ever cook your goose, turn me loose
Judy: And if they ever put a bullet through your brain, I'll
complain
Both: It's friendship, friendship
Just a perfect blendship
When other friendships have been forgit
Ours will still be it
Judy: A-lottle-dottle-dottle-hep-hep-hep
Johnny: If you ever lose your mind, I'll be kind
Judy: And if you ever lose your shirt, I'll be hurt
Johnny: If you're ever in a mill and get sawed in half, I won't
laugh
Both: It's friendship, friendship
Just a perfect blendship
When other friendships are up the crick
Ours will still be slick
A-lottle-dottle-dottle-woof-woof-woof
hep-hep-hep
a-chuck-chuck-chuck
a-dig-dig-dig
Good evening friends!
There's
a star for everyone
Brightly shining in the sky
It seems to be a part of our destiny
Ev'ry
night I eagerly,
Watch them all go twinkling by
But I can't seem to find the one the heavens
Assigned to me...
Friendly
star, where could you be hiding
Smile for me from out of the lonely night
Friendly star, my fate needs deciding
How I need the glow of your guiding light
I
know that you are near, for I am strangely dreamy
And so if you can see me from afar
Won't you kindly, light my way
Lead
me to my lover, Just point him out, And whisper,
"there you are, there you are"
Then my love, you will be
Standing here, close to me
Got
a little rhythm, a rhythm, a rhythm
That pit-a-pats through my brain;
So darn persistent,
The day isn't distant
When it'll drive me insane.
Comes in the morning
Without any warning,
And hangs around me all day.
I'll have to sneak up to it
Someday, and speak up to it.
I hope it listens when I say:
Refrain:
Fascinating Rhythm,
You've got me on the go!
Fascinating Rhythm,
I'm all a-quiver.
When
a mess you're making!
The neighbours want to know
Why I'm always shaking
Just like a flivver.
Each
morning I get up with the sun -
Start a-hopping,
Never stopping -
To find at night no work has been done.
I
know that
Once it didn't matter -
But now you're doing wrong;
When you start to patter
I'm so unhappy.
Won't
you take a day off?
Decide to run along
Somewhere far away off -
And make it snappy!
Oh,
how I long to be the man I used to be!
Fascinating rhythm,
On won't you stop picking on me?
I
hear tell there's a stranger in the Jones
household
(yes siree, yes siree)
That's what I'm told
I hear tell there's a new arrival six days old
(yes siree, yes siree)
Worth his weight in gold
Come right in
And meet the son
Christening's done
Time to have some fun
(yes siree, yes siree, yes siree)
Yes
siree, yes siree
It's a big holiday everywhere
For the Jones family has a brand new heir
He's the joy heaven sent
And they proudly present
Mister Franklin D. Roosevelt Jones
When
he grows up he never will stray
With a name like the one that he's got today
As he walks down the street folks will say
"Pleased to meet,
Mister Franklin D. Roosevelt Jones"
What
a smile and how he shows it
He'll keep happy all day long
What a name, I bet he knows it
With that handle how can he go wrong?
And
the folks in the town all agree
He'll be famous, as famous as he can be
How can he be a dud or a stick in the mud
When he's Franklin D. Roosevelt Jones?
(yes siree, yes siree, yes siree)
Cause he's Franklin D. Roosevelt Jones.
Follow the
Yellow Brick Road. Follow the Yellow Brick Road.
Follow, follow, follow, follow,
Follow the Yellow Brick Road.
Follow the Yellow Brick, Follow the Yellow Brick,
Follow the Yellow Brick Road.
We're off
to see the Wizard, The Wonderful Wizard of Oz.
You'll find he is a whiz of a Wiz! If ever a Wiz! there was.
If ever oh ever a Wiz! there was The Wizard of Oz is one becoz,
Becoz, becoz, becoz, becoz, becoz.
Becoz of the wonderful things he does.
Forget
your troubles c'mon get happy,
you better chase all your cares away.
Shout hallejulah c'mon get happy
get ready for the judgement day.
the
sun is shinin c'mon get happy,
the lord is waitin to take your hand.
shout hallejulah c'mon get happy,
we're going to the promise land
We're
headin across the river to
wash your sins away in the tide.
it's all so peaceful on the other side.
Forget
your troubles c'mon get happy,
you better chase all your cares away.
shout hallejulah c'mon get happy,
get ready for the judgement day.
Forget
your troubles c'mon get happy
chase ya cares away.
hallelu get happy,
before the judgement day.
The
sun is shinin c'mon get happy,
the lord is waitin to take your hand.
shout hallejulah c'mon get happy,
we're gunna be goin to the promise land.
were
headin cross the river,
wash you're sins away in the tide.
it's quiet and peaceful on the other side.
forget
your troubles get happy,
your cares fly away.
shout hallejulah get happy get ready for your judgement day.
c'mon
get happy,
chase your cares away.
shout hallejulah cmon get happy,
get ready for the judgment day
The
sun is shining c'mon get happy,
lord is waiting to take your hand.
hallejulah c'mon get happy,
we're going to the promise land.
headin
'cross the river,
throw your sins away in the tide.
it's all so peaceful on the other side-
shout
hallelujah c'mon get happy,
ya better chase all your cares away.
shout hallejulah c'mon get happy,
get ready-get ready-get ready,
for the judgment day.
What
a spot this,
Not so hot this,
Hey there shy one
Come by my one
Please don't rush off
Want no brush-off
I can't compel you
To buy what I'd sell you
But I'd like to tell you like so
You wanna have bells that'll ring
You wanna have songs that'll sing
You want your sky a baby blue
You gotta have me go with you
Hey, you fool you
Why so cool you
When I'm ready to go steady
You wanna have eyes that'll shine
You wanna have grapes on the vine
You want a love that's truly true
You gotta have me go with you
Why the hold out
Have you sold out
Time you woke up
Time you spoke up
This line I'm handin' you
Is not a handout
As a team we'd be a standout
No doubt!
You wanna live high on a dime
You wanna have two hearts in rhyme
You gotta have me go with you
All the time
What
am I here for?
It's time you knew.
Here's what I'm here for:
I'm here for you.
Can you forgive me?
Am I too late?
All the years that I've wandered and pondered
Were squandered.
My
heart insisted
I seek you out.
That you existed,
My heart had no doubt.
To share a journey that leads to heaven's door,
You'll find is what I'm here for.
Have
yourself a merry little Christmas
Let your heart be light
Next year all our troubles will be
out of sight
Have
yourself a merry little Christmas
Make the yule-tide gay
Next year all our troubles will be
miles away
Once
again as in olden days
Happy golden days of yore
Faithful friends who are dear to us
Will be near to us once more
Someday
soon, we all will be together
If the Fates allow
Until then, we'll have to muddle through somehow
So have yourself a merry little Christmas now.
When
a girl meets boy,
Life can be a joy,
But the note they end on,
Will depend on little pleasures they will share;
So let us compare.
I like New
York in June, how about you?
I like a Gershwin tune, how about you?
I love a fireside when a storm is due.
I like potato chips, moonlight and motor trips,
How about you?
I'm mad about good books, can't get my fill,
and Franklin Roosevelt's looks give me a thrill.
Holding hands at the movie show,
when all the lights are low
may not be new, but I like it,
How about you?
I like Jack
Benny's jokes.
To a degree.
I love the common folks.
That includes me.
I like to window shop on 5th Avenue.
I like banana splits, late supper at the Ritz,
How about you?
I love to dream of fame, maybe I'll shine.
I'd love to see your name right beside mine.
I can see we're in harmony,
Looks like we both agree
On what to do,
And I like it, how about you?
I'm so delighted
I've ignited the spark within you.
Let me continue to make it burn.
With you I will be like a Trilby, so let's not dally.
Come on Svengali, I've lots to learn.
When you're arisin', start exercisin' daily.
For example, just a sample?
Bend and touch the floor fifty times or more.
Ha! A fine start to be a Bernhardt!
A dictionary's necessary but not for talking,
it's used for walking the Ziegfeld way.
Is this OK?
That's the trick, you're catching on quickly.
Should I take a bow?
A-ho! Let me show you how!
Just like partners on the stage.
If you can use a partner,
I'm the right age.
Come
on along and take a ride and look at life from the cheery
side
Howdy neighbor, happy harvest
May your forty acres soon be fields of clover
Yes indeed and plant a wish with every seed and by and by
The sun and rain will make an etching
Of a million little green fingers stretching to the sky
Howdy neighbor, happy harvest
Get your rocking chairs for all your cares are over
Clap your hands and lick your chops your bumper crops are on
the
climb
Hey we're gonna roll in plenty spend a $5 or $10 or $20
And those happy harvest bells are gonna chime
Remember neighbor when you work for Mother Nature
You get paid by Father Time
Chicks are gonna cackle
And every burlap sack'll be full of 'tatoes and tobaccos
And dozens of different good and healthy greens
And if the weather man won't upset us
Mister you can bet us they'll be lots of crispy lettuce in your
jeans
If you're into livin' find out just what livin' means
Howdy neighbor, happy harvest
May your forty acres soon be fields of clover
Go on puff your corn cob pipes
And no more gripes and no more groans
No mortgages or loans
And you won't see a trace of worrying on the face of Farmer
Jones
Howdy neighbor, happy harvest
Get your rocking chairs for all your cares are over
Clap your hands and lick your chops your bumper crops are on
the
climb
Hey we're gonna roll in plenty spend a $5 or $10 or $20
And those happy harvest bells are gonna chime
Remember neighbor when you work for Mother Nature
You get paid by Father Time.
It
seems like happiness is just a thing called Joe
He's got a smile that makes the lilacs want to grow
He's got a way that makes the angels heave a sigh
When they know little Joe's, passing by
Sometimes
the cabin's gloomey and the table's bare
But then he'll kiss me and it's Christmas everywhere
Trouble's fly away and life is easy go
Does he love me good, that's all I need to know
*JANE*
Howdy neighbor!
*MEN
Howdy neighbor!
*JANE*
Happy harvest. Get your rocking chairs, for all your cares are
over.
Clap your havnds and lick your chaps, your bumper crops are
on
the climb.
Hey, we're gonna roll in plenty, spend a five or ten or twenty,
And those happy harvest bells are gonna chime.
Remember neighbor when you work for mother nature you get paid
by father time.
Chicks are gonna cackle and every burlap sack'll be full of
taters and tobaccos
And dozens of different good and healthey greens, and if the
weatherman won't upsent us
Mister, you can bet us there'll be lots of crispy lettuce in
your jeans
*ALL*
Full of tater! Crispy lettuce! Fresh tomatoes! Crispy lettuce
in
your jeans!
*JANE*
Plant them to live and find out just what livin' means
*ALL*
Howdy neighbor!
*JANE*
Howdy neighbor!
*ALL*
Happy harvest!
*JANE*
Happy harvest! May your forty acres soon be fields of clover
*ALL* Yes indeed!
*JANE* Go on puff your corncob pipes and no more gripes and
no
more groans.
No mortgages or loans and you won't see a trace of worryin'
on
the face of Farmer John.
*ALL*
Howdy neighbor!
*JANE*
Howdy neighbor!
*ALL*
Happy harvest!
*JANE*
Happy harvest! Get your rocking chairs for all your cares are
over.
*ALL*
Hall-ay-loo!
*JANE*
Clap your hands and lick your chops , your bumper crops are
on
the climb.
Hey, we're gonna roll in plenty.
Spend a five or ten or twenty and those happy harvest bells
are
gonna chime.
Remember, neighbor, when your work for mother nature you get
paid by father time!
Hear
that bluebird, up in a tree
Hear him, what a song,
Joy he's bringing, singing to me
Singing, all day long
Goodbye
to skies of gray.
For I'm back home today...
All
day long I jump and run about
You can always hear me shoutin' out:
"Hello bluebird!"
Got no time for blues or anything
I'm so happy, I just wanna sing:
"Hello bluebird!"
Blue
skies, sun shine
Friends that are real
Old folks, sweetheart
Oh, how I feel!
I'll
not go roaming like I did again
I'll stay home and be a kid again
"Hello bluebird, hello!"
All day long,
I keep singing
"Hello, I'm glad I found you, bluebird."
Make
yourself at home...
No more blues,
Just because I'm happy
When I'm around you, bluebird.
No
more need to roam
Up above the sun is shining
The World is ideal
I just can't describe the marvellous way
That I feel...
With
nothing but the bluest skies above
What a rosie future lies ahead
Thank you, bluebird!
Happy, happy, bluebird!
Mister Bluebird, hello!
De: Arthur Freed, Gus Arnheim and Abe Lyman, 1923
Filme: Babes
in Arms, 1939
I
cried for you
Now it's your turn to cry over me
Every road has a turning
That's one thing you're learning.
I
cried for you
What a fool I used to be
But I'll find two eyes just a little bit bluer,
I'll find a heart just a little bit truer.
I
cried for you
Now it's your turn to cry over me.
(dialogue)
I know I'm no glamour girl like Baby-- like her. But maybe someday
you'll
realize that glamour isn't the only thing in this world. If
your show's a
flop you'll find you can't eat glamour for breakfast. Anyway,
I might be
pretty good-looking myself when I grow out of this ugly-duckling
stage.
And you're no Clark Gable yourself. But that's all right. Don't
worry
about me, I'll recover. Time is a great healer. But in the future
if we
should meet again at the opera or at a ball, and I'm dazzling
in my
diamonds and pearls and ermine wraps, and surrounded by lords
and dukes
and princes, you'll probably be sorry. And you'll probably realize
that
life is just an idiot's delight. And as I speed through the
night into
the abyss of oblivion, I can only say thanks - thanks for the
memory.
(singing)
I'll find two eyes just a little bit bluer,
I'll find a heart just a little bit truer.
I cried for you
Now it's your turn to cry over me.
(Lyrics as written)
I remember other days how I used to weep
Over things you said to me I couldn't even sleep.
You forgot your promises ev'ry single vow.
All you did was laugh at me but things are diff'rent now.
I Cried For You
Now it's your turn to cry over me.
Ev'ry road has a turning
That's one thing you're learning
I cried for you
What a fool I used to be.
Now I found two eyes just a little bit bluer,
I found a heart just a little bit truer.
I Cried For You
Now it's your turn to cry over me.
How can I forget the hours that I worried through
Wondering the live-long day just what next thing to do.
In those days you never thought anything of me.
But the slave that was all yours and now at last is free.
I Cried For You
Now it's your turn to cry over me.
Ev'ry road has a turning
That's one thing you're learning
I cried for you
What a fool I used to be.
Now I found two eyes just a little bit bluer,
I found a heart just a little bit truer.
I Cried For You
Now it's your turn to cry over me.
I was born in Michigan,
And I wish and wish again
That I was back in the town where I was born.
There's
a farm in Michigan,
And I'd like to fish again
In the river that flows beside the field of waving corn.
A lonesome soul am I,
Here's the reason why:
I want
to go back, I want to go back,
I want to go back to the farm
Far away from harm, with a milk pail on my arm.
I miss the rooster, the one that used to
Wake me up at four AM.
I think your great big city's very pretty.
Nevertheless,
I want to be there,
I want to see there
A certain someone full of charm.
That's why I wish again
That I was in Michigan,
Down on the farm.
I want
to go back, I want to go back,
I want to go back to that ol' farm
Far away from harm, with a milk pail on my arm.
I miss the rooster, the rooster that used to
Wake me up at four AM.
I think your great big city's very pretty.
Nevertheless
I want to be there,
I want to see there
A certain someone full of charm.
That's
why I wish again
That I was in Michigan
Down on the farm.
I woke up this morning and the sun was shining,
but I didn't see it.
Think I drank my orange juice, but I don't know,
I wouldn't guarantee it.
Wore my yellow dress - or was it blue?
Oh what's the use, I don't remember.
Is it Monday, is it Tuesday,
is it June or is it still December?
Sat beside my window, watched the couples strolling by
Felt so sorry for myself I couldn't even cry.
Finally I pulled the shade,
I couldn't stand the gaff.
So I sat down and wrote my epitaph.
I'm nobody's baby,
I wonder why.
Each night and day
I pray the lord up above
please send me down
somebody to love.
But nobody wants me,
I'm blue somehow.
Won't someone hear my plea
and take a chance with me,
because I'm nobody's baby now.
Believe me...
No, Nobody's baby,
and I've got to know the reason why.
Last week I was walkin' down the street
and met a boy and I said
"Hey, maybe I was meant for you".
But he only tipped his hat
and shook his head,
kept on walkin' down the avenue.
Oh, nobody wants me,
I'm mighty blue somehow.
Won't someone hear my plea
and take a little chance with me?
Because I'm no-nobody's baby.
I'm blue somehow.
Won't someone hear my plea
and take a chance with me?
There's no denyin' I'm cryin',
I'm lonesome on my own-some.
I don't mean maybe,
I'm nobody's baby!
(as originally written)
I used to be my mother's baby,
When I was near my dad went wild
Whenever we had company
They'd bounce me on their knee,
The neighbors thought I was a darling child.
Once I was everybody's baby,
But right now I'm lonesome as can be.
You see I'm Nobody's Baby, I wonder why,
Each night and day I pray the Lord up above,
Please send me down somebody to love;
But nobody wants me, I'm blue somehow,
Won't someone hear my plea and take a chance with me,
Because I'm Nobody's Baby now.
When white clouds go sailin'
To make my wedding gown,
Then we'll go trailin'
To the valley where the evening sun goes down.
And hidden
away in the gloamin'
When leaves are turning brown,
We'll end our roaming
In the valley where the evening sun goes down.
We'll build
a home in our valley there,
And watch it grow into a town.
And you can sit in your rockin' chair
And watch the evening sun go down.
The evening sun go down.
(Reporters) We are here to interview a lady known to you because
of her
ability as the glamorous, amorous lady they call...
(Butler) She's expecting you gentlemen, won't you please come
in?
(Reporters) Now we don't mean Greta and we don't mean Bette
or Loretta or
the Song of Bernadetta. We mean the fabulous, fabulous lady
they call...
(Butler) The other gentlemen are here. Please come in.
(Reporters) She's new; she's perfection; she's headlines; she's
hot! And
in advance the critics are all in accord - she's gonna win the
next
academy award. All her fans will be delighted, not to mention
quite
excited at her personal appearance presently. She's stupendious,
tremendious, collosical, teriffical, she's got it! But, definitely!
The
glamorous, amorous lady they call...
(Judy) Flibbins, what is all this?
(Butler) The gentlemen of the press, my lady.
(Judy) Darlings! How utterly charming of you to have dropped
in like
this! How delightfully informal of you to have dropped in like
this! I
mean, how perfectly marvelous of you to have... Well, you have
dropped
in, haven't you? And I... Well, gentlemen, you have caught me
pitifully
unprepared. And now, you may rise. And now, you may rise...
Up, up! Come,
get up, get up, get up, get up! Let's get on with it. There,
now, that's
better, isn't it?
(Reporters) babbling, murmuring...
(Judy) Gentlemen of the press... members of the fourth estate...
What can
I do for you? Tell me, pray do.
(Reporters) Oh glamorous lady, oh amorous lady, oh hamorous
lady, here's
to you. And humbly we're here to... Quite mumbly we're here
to...
Hum-drumly we're here to interview you. We're here to pry into
your
private life. We're here to seek your every secret. We're here
to scoop a
scoop, obviously. What is your next vehicle to be?
(Judy) This is much too much. A sort of a bit of a go and touch.
But,
confidentially, gentelmen - and this is off the record of course...
(Reporters) Of course!
(Judy) But, about my next picture - I'm faced with a curious
problem.
Shall I always be dramatic, biographically emphatic? Should
I devote my
life to the legitimate art? Or should I do what I'd adore so,
do my
acting with my torso, and give all the natives a start? Must
the roles I
play be tragic, full of Oscar-winning magic, should I drink
the cup of
drama to its dregs? Or do you think it is permissable to be
for once
quite kissable and give them a peep of my leg?
I'd like to be a pinup girl, a cheesecake girl too. And what
is Ginger
Rogers that I am not? And what has Betty Grable got that I haven't
got?
Oh, the cinema must exhibit me in roles that so inhibit me,
I feel, well
I feel just like a soldier out of step! There! But, would the
episode
outlive me, would my public quite forgive me if I tried to show
the world
I'm really hep? But, now you darlings, you adorable dear, dear
boys, I'm
going to tell you all about my next picture... What is my next
picture?
No, no, don't tell me! Don't tell me! Shhhh!
(shuffling through pile of manuscripts on table) Madame Crematante!
Madame Crematante, gentlemen, will be a monumental biographical
tribute
to a monumental biographical woman who toiled, searched, starved,
slaved,
suffered, pioneered so that the world - you and I - could reap
the
benefits of her magnificent discovery, the safety pin!
The story starts in a dark, dank, dingy tenement in Amsterdam,
Holland
you know, in the flat of a poor, impoverished family, but of
rather good
antecedants. Gretchen Crematante was a very brave and noble
woman who,
against the wishes of her father, the Baron, you know, married
this young
inventor who didn't have a sou! Penniless!
And there they were in Amsterdam!
(Reporters) In Amsterdam?
(Judy) Yes, there they were in a dark and dingy tenement flat
with no
food and no heat and no money for to pay the rent. But did they
care?
(Reporters) No, they don't care!
(Judy) Madame Crematante, she don't care! Cuz she seen the light
just the
other day since then she been tryin' for to find a way for to
bring to
the world a big invent, and so she did!
(Reporters) And so she did!
(Judy) Whoop dee doodee, Madame Crematante did! She toiled and
strived
and sweat and slaved, a stretchin' her mind and beginnin' to
rave, but
the price she paid was worth the pain, for on a cold and frosty
morn, the
safety pin was born!
(Judy and Reporters) Halelujah, etc.
Shout Halelujah and a big amen for the lady with the safety
pin. She
really rocks about and gives what more do you want?
It only happens when I dance with you
That trip to heaven 'till the dance is through
With no one else do the Heavens seem quite so near
Why does it happen, dear only with you?
Two cheeks
together can be so divine
But only when those cheeks are yours and mine
I've danced with dozens of others the whole night through,
But the thrill that comes with Spring when anything could happen,
That only happens with you.
When
a dove is in love, with a doll of a dove,
He is out all night coo cooing
When the owl's on a prowl, or a femimine fowl,
He goes out all night woo wooing
Every bird and bee has it's loonacy
In the way he works his dream off
But when I feel high, here's the way that I
Like to get my kind of steam off:
I could go on singing, til the cows come home
And the rooster starts to crow, crow, crow
When I see your eyes, I go all out
I must vocalize til you shout "enough already!"
I could go on singing, til the moon turns pink
Anything from Faust to Ink-a-dink-a-dink
Love does funny things, when it hits you this way!
Repeat Chorus
I must keep on singing, like a lark, going strong,
With my heart on the wings of a song, singing day!
I
love a piano, I love a piano.
I love to hear somebody play upon a piano, a grand piano.
It simply carries me away.
I know a fine way to treat a Steinway.
I love to run my fingers o'er the keys, the ivories.
And with the pedal I love to meddle.
When Padarewski comes this way.
I'm so delighted if I'm invited to hear a long haired genius
play.
So you can keep your fiddle and bow.
Give me a p-i-a-n-o o o.
I love to stop right beside an upright,
or a high toned baby grand.
I love to stop right beside an upright,
or a high toned baby grand.
I Never Knew I Could Love Anybody
Like I'm Loving You
I
always thought that I'd prefer single-blessed-ness
Thought that I'd like to stay free
I never thought my time would come to marry,
No wedding bells for me, I've changed my mind after all,
You are the one made me fall, for...
I used to smile at all the songs that were popular,
Nothing but love in each song,
I used to think those kind of songs were foolish,
Now I admit I'm wrong.
Love songs are part of my plan, show me the minister man, for...
I never
knew I could love anybody,
Honey, like I'm loving you;
I couldn't realize what a pair of eyes and a baby smile could
do.
I can't sleep, I can't eat,
I never knew a single soul could be so sweet,
I never knew I could love anybody,
Honey, like I'm loving you.
I
was born in Michigan,
and I wish and wish again
that I was back in the town where I was born.
Theres a farm in Michigan,
and I'd like to fish again,
in the river that flows beside the field of waving corn.
A lonesome soul am I...here's the reason why.
I want to go back, I want to go back, .
I want to go back to the farm..
Far away from harm, with a milk pail on my arm. .
I miss the rooster, the one that use-ter wake me up at 4am..
I think your great big cities very pretty...nevertheless
I want to be there, .
I want to see there a certain soemone full of charm. .
That's why I wish again that I was in Michigan, down on the
farm.
I want to go back, I want to go back,
I want to go back to that old farm.
Far away from harm, with a milk pail on my arm.
I miss the rooster, the rooster that use-ter wake me up at 4am.
I think your great big cities very pretty...nevertheless
I want to be there,
I want to see there a certain someone full of charm.
Thats why I wish again,
that I was in Michigan, down on the farm.
Susan:
I bought a bonnet to suit my face
I had my petticoat trimmed with lace
I looked at the mirror, around I twirled
And then I went out in the wide, wide World
I dreamed
of gentlemen I would meet
I saw them all kneeling at my feet
I can't understand it, my hair is all curled
But my goodness me, it's a great big World
And it's
a cold, cold, cold and we'll soon be old
Alas and a lack, it's a great big World.
I learned
to sew and I learned to bake
I even frosted an angel cake
On saturday evening, when folks dropped in
My house was as neat as a brand new pin
I thought
by learning each social grace
A chap might learn to forget my face
I can't understand it, I've knitted and pearled
But my goodness me it's a great big World!
And it's a cold, cold, cold and we'll soon be old
Alas and a lack, it's a great big World.
I had no
petticoat trimmed with lace
My angel cake was a sure disgrace
My face was my fortune, my Mother said
And my dancing slippers of bright, bright red.
A million
miles I've danced or more
In hopes Prince Charming would cross the floor
I can't understand it, I've waltzed and I've whirled
But my goodness me, it's a great big World.
And it's
a cold, cold, cold and we'll soon be old
Alas and a lack, it's a great big World.
Repeat
chorus
But I'll
keep on knitting and doing it well
My slippers are one thing I never will sell
My petticoat's waiting, because who can tell?
It's a great big World, it's a great big World.
The
sleepless nights - the daily fights
The quick toboggan - when you reach the heights
I miss the kisses - and I miss the bites
I wish I were in love again
The broken dates - the endless waits
The lovely loving - and the hateful hates
The conversation - with the flying plates
I wish I were in love again
No more pain - no more strain
Now I'm sane - but I would rather be punch - drunk
The pulled out fur - of cat and cur
The fine mismating - of a him and her
I've learned my lesson - but I wish I were
In love again
The furtive sigh - the blackened eye
The words: "I love you - 'til the day I die"
The self deception - that believes the lie
I wish I were in love again
When love congeals - it soon reveals
The faint aroma - of performing seals
The double-crossing - of a pair of heels
I wish I were in love again
No, no more care - no, no despair
Now I'm all there (now) - but I'd rather be punchdrunk
Believe me sir - I much prefer
The classic battle - of a him and her
I don't like quiet - and I wish I were
In love again - in love again - in love again.
