I'm singin' in the rain,
Just singin' in the rain,
What a glorious feeling,
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 your rain,
I've got a smile on my face!
I'll walk down the lane
With a happy refrain,
Just singin', singin' in the rain!
Why am I smiling and why do I sing?
Why does December seem sunny as Spring?
Why do I get up each morning to 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!
Hey, I'm singin' in the rain,
Just singin' in the rain,
What a glorious feeling,
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 your rain,
I've got a smile on my face!
I'll walk down the lane
With a happy refrain,
Cigarette holder, which wigs me,
Over her shoulder, she digs me;
Out cattin', that satin doll.
Baby shall we go out skippin'?
Careful, amigo - you're flippin;.
Speaks Latin, that satin doll.
(Bridge:)
She's nobody's fool, so I'm playin' it cool as can be;
I'll give it a whirl, but I ain´t for no girl catchin´ me
Switcharooni.
Telephone number, well a you know,
I'm doin my rumba with uno,
And that'n, my satin doll.
(Coda:)
Perdido,
I look for my heart
It's perdido
I lost it way down in torito
The day the fiesta started
Bolero,
I sway that they play the bolero
I kissed me the listing sombrero
And that's when my heart departed
High, was the sun when I held her close
Low, was the moon when we said,
Perdido
My heart ever since is perdido
I know I must go to torito
To find what I lost perdido
(scat)
High, was the sun when I held her close
Oh, every time it rains
It rains
Pennies from heaven
Don't you know
Each cloud contains
Pennies from heaven
You'll find your fortune fallin'
All over town
Be sure that your umbrella
Is upside down
Trade them for a package of
Sunshine and flowers
If you want the things you love
You must have showers
So when you hear it thunder
Don't run under a tree
There'll be pennies from heaven
Open the Door Richard
Count Basie and His Orchestra
Words by Dusty Fletcher and John Mason
Music by Jack McVea and Don Howell
Peaked at # 1 in 1947 and, true to the times, six OTHER
versions also made the
Top 10
Three Flames (#1); Dusty Fletcher (#3); Jack McVea
(#3); the Charioteers (#6);
Louis Jordan (#6); and The Pied Pipers (#8)
Intro-conversations mingled in a crowded room
???? at the club tonight. Ole Richard went home early-
he's got the key to the
house. I'm gonna knock on the door, see if I kin get
Open the door, Richard!! Ya see, Richard sleeps in the
back room. It's kinda hard
to hear.
Maybe I better knock a little louder.
Open the door, Richard!! I don't think Richard heard me
yet. Knock one more
time-let's see
what's gonna happen.
Richard, open the door, please.
SUNG: Open the door, Richard
Open the door and let me in
Open the door, Richard
Richard, why don't you open that door?
Richard, open the door, man-it's *co-hold* out here'n
this air. Now look-there's that
old woman 'cross the street lookin' out the windah
(Who's that, Widow Sweet?)
That must be her sister, I guess. She wants to make
SURE this is me. She's tryin'
to find out
what's happenin'. Yes, it's me and I'm late again!
(??, did you hear what the lady's sayin'?)
No, what is she sayin'?
(She said you sure look common out here'n the street.)
COMMON? Man, I got class I ain't never used yet. I'm
gonna knock again-
Richard's got to get up.
Open the door, Richard!! Man, you got a key to the
house?
(No, ??, I don't have a key. I DON'T have a key.)
Somebody's got to get in the house. We can't climb in
the transit.
(Oh, I know he's in there.)
How YOU know he's in there?
(I can hear him breathin'.)
Ooooh, let's try it one more time!
Richard, open that door, man. Maybe Richard's gone.
SUNG: Open the door, Richard
Open the door and let me in
Open the door, Richard
Richard, why don't you open that door?
I know he's in there.
(how you know he's in there?)
Why, you got on the suit.
I know I got on the only suit. Ain't got but one suit
between us. That's the
reason why I don't like to roooooom with nobody.
FADE
Richard, why don'tcha open the door, man?
TRANSCRIBER'S NOTES: *cold."*
This entire song is done on an ad-lib basis and it
varies WIDELY from other
versions, which were considerably funnier. "??"
represents the names or
nicknames of the band members which I could not
comprehend. Still it IS the
Jeepers, creepers....where'd ya get them peepers
Jeepers, creepers...where'd ya get those eyes
Gosh oh, git up....how'd they get so lit up
Gosh oh, gee oh....how'd they get that size
Golly gee...When you turn them heaters on
Woe is me...got to put my cheaters on
Jeepers, creepers....where'd ya get them peepers
Oh, those weepers....how they hypnotize
(instrumental break)
Jeepers, creepers....where'd ya get them peepers
Oh, those weepers....how they hypnotize
Where did ya get those
Golly where'd ya get those
Good morning blues, blues how do you do
Good morning blues, blues how do you do
Babe, I feel alright but I come to worry you
Baby, it's Christmas time and I wanna see Santa Claus
Baby, it's Christmas time and I wanna see Santa Claus
Don't show me my pretty baby, I'll break all of the laws
Santa Claus, Santa Claus, listen to my plea
Santa Claus, Santa Claus, listen to my plea
Don't send me nothing for Christmas but my baby back to
Chicago, Chicago, that toddlin' town
Chicago, Chicago, I'll show you around
Bet your bottom dollar you'll lose the blues in Chicago
Chicago, the town that *Mart Faye* could not shut down
On State Street, that great street
I just want to say
They do things that they don't do on Broadway, say
They have the time, the time of their life
I saw a man, he danced with his wife
In Chicago, my home town
They have the time, the time of their life
I saw a man, he danced with his wife
In Chicago
When I walk an' I'm called
And I don't turn like that
Should I be introduced
And I sound very flat
It isn't a grudge I bear
Why, blame it on my last affair
If I pass up my plate
Though that dish is delish
If I'm handed a bone
And I don't care to wish
It isn't the bill of fare
Why, just blame it on my last affair
It hurt me so and now I don't know
If I'll ever live it through
While there's no excuse
For this abuse
Coming from one like you
And if I'm walkin' the park
When I should be in bed
If my eyes fill with tears
At each love word that's said
It's not that I need the air
Why just blame it on my last affair.
(Musical Break – one line)
And I don't turn like that
(Musical Break – one line)
And I sound very flat
It isn't a grudge I bear
Why just blame it on my last affair
(Musical Break – one line)
Though that dish is delish
(Musical Break – one line)
And I don't care to wish
It isn't the bill of fare
Why just blame it on my last affair
I never knew the charm of spring
I never met it face to face
I never new my heart could sing
I never missed a warm embrace
Till April in Paris, chestnuts in blossom
Holiday tables under the trees
April in Paris, this is a feeling
That no one can ever reprise
I never knew the charm of spring
I never met it face to face
I never new my heart could sing
I never missed a warm embrace
Till April in Paris
Whom can I run to
In olden days a glimpse of stocking
Was looked on as something shocking
Now heaven knows, anything
goes
Good authors too who once knew better words
Now only use four letter words writing
prose
Anything goes
The world has gone mad today
And good's bad today
And black's white today
And day's night today
When most guys today that women prize today
Are just silly gigolos
So though I'm
not a great romancer
I know that you're bound to answer
Every honey bee fills with jealousy,
When they see you out with me.
Goodness knows
You're my honeysuckle rose
When you're passin' by flowers droop and sigh,
And I know the reason why.
Goodness knows
You're my honeysuckle rose
Don't buy sugar,
You just have to touch my cup.
You're my sugar.
It's sweeter when you stir it up.
When I'm taking sips from your tasty lips
Seems the honey fairly drips.
Goodness knows
You're my honeysuckle rose
Goodness knows
You're my honeysuckle rose
Don't buy sugar,
You just have to touch my cup.
You're my sugar.
It's sweeter when you stir it up.
When I'm taking sips from your tasty lips
Seems the honey fairly drips.
Goodness knows
Amapola
My pretty little poppy
You're like that lovely flower, so sweet and heavenly
Since I found you
My heart is wrapped around you
And loving you it seems to beat a rhapsody
Amapola
The pretty little poppy
Must copy its endearing charm from you
Amapola, Amapola
