'Are you fond of swimming dear?
Kindly tell me, if so.
Yes, I'm found of swimming, dear,
But in the morning, no.
Can you do the crawl, my dear?
Kindly tell me, if so.
I can do the crawl, my dear,
But in the morning, no.
When the sun through the blind
Starts to burn my poor behind
That's the time when I am in low.
Do you use the breast stroke, dear?
Kindly tell me, if so.
Yes, I use the breast stroke, dear,
But in the morning, no, no--no, no,
No, no, no, no, no!'
Miss Otis regrets she's unable to lunch today, Madam.
Miss Otis regrets she's unable to lunch today.
She is sorry to be delayed,
But last evening down in Lover's Lane she strayed.
Madam.
Miss Otis regrets she's unable to lunch today.
When she woke up and found, that her dream of love was gone.
Madam.
She ran to the man who had lead her so far astray.
And from under a velvet gown,
She drew a gun and shot her lover down,
Madam.
Miss Otis regrets she's unable to lunch today.
When the mob came and got her and dragged her from the jail,
Madam,
They strung her from the old willow cross the way.
And the moment before she died,
She lifted up her lovely head and cried,
Madam.
Miss Otis regrets she's unable to lunch today.
Miss Otis regrets... she's unable to lunch today.
BONNIE:
up in heavens happy portals
where the parties never stop
all the debonarie immortals
do a dance called the heaven hop
in that big celestial center its the only dance they do
so before you try to enter...you better start doin it too
spread your wings and start them flappin'
lift your feet and set them tappin'
start right now and do the heaven hop hop the heven hop
wag your ankels to that meter
let your shoulders gently teeter
if you want to please saint peter take up the heaven hop
when the angels play low on their harps of gold
kneel and pray low, then get up and shake your halo
let that rythm filter through ya
till you holler,
'hallujah!'
start right now and do the heaven hop hop the heaven hop
heaven gonna take ya to heaven,
gonna show you that heaven
where all the angels--
GIRLS:
hop, hop, the heaven hop
up in heavens happy portals
where the parties never stop
all the debonairy immoratals do a dance called the heaven hop sooo...
spread your wings and start them flappin'
lift your feet and start them tappin',
start right now and do the heaven hop-hop the heaven hop
wag your ankels to that meter, let your shoulders gently teeter
if you want to please saint peter
take up the heaven hop
BONNIE AND GIRLS:
when the angels play low
on their harps of gold
kneel and pray low
GIRLS: then get up and shake your halo
let the rhythm filter thorugh ya
till you holler
BONNIE:
'hallelujah!'
start right now and do the heaven hop-hop the heaven hop
Love is such a fantasitic affair when it comes to call. First it will lift you up in the air then down it will let you fall.
When love comes in and takes you for a spin, Oo la la la, cest manifique. When every night your loved one holds you tight oo la la la cest manifique. But then one day your loved one drifts away oo la la la, it is so tragique, but then once more she whispers J'tadore cest manifique.
When you began of love to speak. I followed every word but when you called it Manifique I would have called it absurd. And when you said it was often tragique I would have said it was always comique so please be sweet to be and kindly do not repeat to me.
When love comes in and takes you for a spin, Oo la la la, cest manifique. When every night your loved one holds you tight oo la la la cest manifique. But then one day your loved one drifts away oo la la la, it is so tragique, but then once more she whispers J'tadore cest manifique.
[ERMA]
Come on, fellas, gettin' married's for the birds.
Who needs it?
[CREW]
We do!
[ERMA]
Yeah?
Buddie, beware,
Buddie, better take care,
Though at heart I'm a pearl
I'm a difficult girl,
So, buddie, beware.
During Christmas holidays
I develop taking ways
And I'm not at all anti
Pretty things Santy
Brings from Cartier's.
Your devotion I prize
But you must realize, my boys,
Other girl's luxuries
Are my necessities,
So, buddie, beware.
I feel I should put you right.
As I lie in bed at night
While the twinkling stars gleam on,
With my cold cream on
I'm a lovely sight.
And another thing too,
When I'm married to you, my sweet,
If to come home you fail,
I'll open all your mail,
So, buddie, beware.
Every time we say goodbye, I die a little.
Every time we say goodbye, I wonder why a little.
Why the gods above me, who must be in the know,
think so little of me they allow you to go.
When you're near there's such an air of spring about it.
I can hear a lark somewhere begin to sing about it.
There's no love song finer but how strange the change from major to
minor,
Every time we say goodbye, every single time we say goodbye.
Like the beat, beat, beat of the tom tom
When the jungle shadows fall
Like the tick, tick, tock of the stately clock
as it stands against the wall.
Like the drip, drip, drip of the raindrops
when a jungle shower is through.
So a voice within me keeps repeating you, you, you.
Night and day
You are the one
Only you beneath the moon
and under the sun
Whether near to me or far
It's no matter darling
where you are, I think of you.
Night and day.
Night and day
why is it so
that this hunger for you
follows wherever I go
In the roaring traffic's boom
In the silence of my lonely room
I think of you
Night and day
Night and day
under the hide of me
There's an oh, such a hungry
yearning burning inside of me
And it's torment won't ever be through
Till you let me spend my life
making love to you
Day and night
night and day.
Gaze on the glistening lights below and above
Oh, what a night of nights for people in love
No city but this my friend, no city I know
Gives romance such a chance to grow and grow
Paris loves lovers, for lovers it's heaven above
Paris tells lovers, love is supreme, wake up your dream and make love
Only in Paris one discovers the urge to merge with the splurge of the spring
Paris loves lovers for lovers know that love is everything
Paris loves lovers, for lovers it's heaven above
(Capitalistic, characteristic, sensualistic, they should be atheistic)
Paris tells lovers, love is supreme, wake up your dream and make love
(Imperialistic, I'm pessimistic, that's anti communistic)
Only in Paris one discovers the urge to merge with the splurge of the spring
(Militaristic, you're optimistic, du jour propaganda)
Paris loves lovers for lovers know that love is everything
(Unrealistic, is individualistic and not at all collectivistic but a low
Like the beat, beat, beat of the tomtom,
when the jungle shadows fall.
Like the tick, tick, tock of the stately clock,
as it stands against the wall.
Like the drip, drip, drip of the raindrops,
when the summer shower is through.
So a voice within me
keeps repeating, you, you, you.
Night and day, you are the one.
Only you beneath the moon or under the sun.
Whether near to me or far,
no matter, darling, where you are,
I think of you night and day.
Day and night, why is it so,
that this longing for you follows wherever I go?
In the roaring traffic's boom,
in the silence of my lonely room,
I think of you night and day.
Night and day, under the hide of me,
there's an oh, such a hungry yearning
burning inside of me.
And its torment won't be through
'til you let me spend my life making love to you
When the only sound on the empty street
is the heavy tread of the heavy feet
that belong to a lonesome cop
I open shop
The moon so long has been gazing down
on the warward ways of this wayward town
her smile becomes a smirk, I go to work
Love for sale
appetizing young love for sale
love thats fresh and still unspoiled
love thats only slightly soiled
love for sale
who will buy
who would like to sample my supply
who's prepared to pay the price
for a trip to paradise
love for sale
let the poets pipe of love
in their childish ways
I know every type of love
better far than they
if you want the thrill of love
I've been through the mill of love
old love
new love
every love but true love
love for sale
appetizing young love for sale
if you want to buy my wares
follow me and climb the stairs
Suntanned, windblown
Honeymooners at last alone
Feeling far above par
Oh, how lucky we are
While I give to you and you give to me
True love, true love
So on and on it will always be
True love, true love
For you and I have a guardian angel
On high, with nothing to do
But to give to you and to give to me
Love forever, true
For you and I have a guardian angel
On high, with nothing to do
But to give to you and to give to me
Love forever, true
Love forever, ...true
(Performed by Bing Crosby & Grace Kelly in the movie High Society)
My story is much too sad to be told,
but practically everything
leaves me totally cold.
The only exception i know is the case,
when i'm out on a quiet spree,
fighting vainly the old enui
and i suddenly turn and see,
your fabulous face.
I get no kick from Champagne
Mere alchohol doesn't thrill me at all
so tell me why should it be true
that i get a kick
out of you
Some get a kick from cocain
i'm sure that if i took even one sniff
that would bore me terrificly too
yet i get a kick out of you
i get a kick every time i see you standing there before me
i get a kick though its clear to me you obviously don't
adore me
I get no kick in a plane
Flying too high
with some guy in the sky is my idea of nothing to do
Yet i get a kick
Out of you
Verse:
After that sweet summer afternoon
When for the first time I saw you appear
Dreaming of you, I composed a tune,
So will you listen to it, dear?
Refrain:
Do I love you, do I?
Doesn't one and one make two?
Do I love you, do I?
Does July need a sky of blue?
Would I miss you, would I?
If you ever should go away?
If the sun should desert the day,
What would life be?
Will I leave you, never?
Could the ocean leave the shore?
Will I worship you forever?
Isn't heaven forever more? (for evermore?)
Do I love you, do I?
Oh, my dear, it's so easy to see,
Don't you know I do?
Don't I show you I do,
Just as you love me.
Do you hear that playin'?
(Yes, we hear that playin'.)
Do you know who's playin'?
(No, who is that playin'?)
Why it's Gabriel, Gabriel playin'.
Gabriel, Gabriel sayin',
'Will you be ready to go when I blow my horn?'
So blow, Gabriel, blow,
Go on and blow, Gabriel, blow!
I've been a sinner, I've been a scamp,
But now I'm willing to trim my lamp,
So blow, Gabriel, blow!
I was low, Gabriel, low,
Mighty low, Gabriel, low.
But now since I have seen the light,
I'm good by day and I'm good by night,
So blow, Gabriel, blow.
Once I was headed for hell,
But when I got to Satan's door
I heard you blowin' on your horn once more,
So I said, 'Satan, farewell!'
And now I'm all ready to fly,
Yes, to fly higher and higher!
'Cause I've gone through the brimstone and I've been through the fire,
And I've purged my soul and my heart too,
So climb up the mountain top and start to
Blow, Gabriel, blow.
Go on and blow, Gabriel, blow!
I want to join your happy band
And play all day in the Promised Land,
So blow, Gabriel, blow!
Another op'nin, another show
In Philly, Boston, or Baltimo'
A chance for stage folks to say hello!
Another op'nin of another show.
Another job that you hope will last
Will make your future forget your past
Antoher pain where the ulcers grow
Another op'nin of another show.
Four weeks, you rehearse and rehearse
Three weeks, and it couldn't be worse
One week, will it ever be right?
Then out of the hat it's that big first night
The overture is about to start
You cross your fingers and hold your heart
It's curtain time and away we go -
Another op'nin
Just another op'nin of another show!
Strange dear, but true dear,
When I'm close to you, dear,
The stars fill the sky,
So in love with you am I.
Even without you,
My arms fold about you,
You know darling why,
So in love with you am I.
In love with the night mysterious,
The night when you first were there,
In love with my joy delirious,
When I knew that you could care.
So taunt me, and hurt me,
Deceive me, desert me,
I'm yours, till I die.....
So in love.... So in love....
So in love with you, my love... am I....
So taunt me, and hurt me,
Deceive me, desert me,
I'm yours, till I die.....
So in love.... So in love....
It's too darn hot
It's too darn hot
I'd like to sup with my baby tonight
And fill the cup with my baby tonight
I'd like to sup with my baby tonight,
Fill the cup with my baby tonight
But I'm not up to my baby tonight
'Cause it's too darn hot
It's too darn hot
It's too darn hot
I'd like to coo with my baby tonight
And pitch some woo with my baby tonight
I'd like to coo with my baby tonight
Pitch some woo with my baby tonight,
But I won't fight with my baby tonight
'Cause it's too darn hot
According to the Kinsey report
Every average man you know
Likes his lovey-dovey to court
When the temperature is low
But when the thermometer goes right up
And the weather is sizzling hot
Mister Man, with the plan, is not
'Cause it's too darn hot
It's too darn hot
It's too darn hot
It's too darn hot
It's too darn hot
I'd like to meet with my baby tonight
Get off my feet with my baby tonight
I'd like to meet with my baby tonight
Get off my feet with my baby tonight
But no repeat with my baby tonight
'Cause it's too darn hot
According to the Kinsey report
Every average man you know
Much prefers to play his favorite sport
When the temperature is low
But when the thermometer goes way up
And the weather is sizzling hot
Mister Adam, for his madam, is not
'Cause it's too darn hot
It's too darn hot
I've got you under my skin
I've got you deep in the heart of me
So deep in my heart, you're really a part of me
I've got you under my skin
I've tried so not to give in
I've said to myself this affair never will go so well
So why should I try to resist, when darling I know so well
I've got you under my skin
I'd sacrifice anything come what might
For the sake of having you near
In spite of a warning voice that comes in the night
And repeats, repeats in my ear
Don't you know little fool, you never can win
Use your mentality, wake up to reality
But each time I do, just the thought of you
Makes me stop before I begin
Reno:
The more I travel, across the gravel,
The more I sail the sea.
The more I feel convinced to the fact;
New York's the town for me.
That crazy skyline
Is right in my line,
And when I'm far away,
I'm able to bear it for several hours
Then I brake down and say.
Take me back to Manhattan,
Take me back to New York.
I'm just longing to see once more
My little home on the hundredth floor!
Can you wonder I'm gloomy?
Can you smile when I frown?
I miss the east side, the west side,
the north side, and the south side.
So take me back to Manhattan,
That dear old dirty town!
Reno:
I miss the east side, the west side,
the north side, and the south side - so,
Take me back to Manhattan,
That dear old dirty town!
Angles:
Take me back.
Reno:
Take me back
Angles:
Take me back
Reno:
Oh, I wanna go back.
Reno & Girls:
To my dear old dirty
You do something to me.
Something that simply mystifies me.
Tell me, why should it be
You have the pow'r to hypnotize me.
Let me live 'neath your spell.
Do do that vodoo that you do so well.
For you do something to me
That nobody else can do.
Let me live 'neath your spell.
Do do that vodoo that you do so well
For you do something to me
That nobody else can do.
I was a humdrum person
leading a life apart
when love flew in through my window wide
and quickened my humdrum heart
love flew in through my window
I was so happy then
but after love had stayed a little while
love flew out again
what is this thing called love
this funny thing
called love
just who can solve its mystery
why should it make
a fool of me?
I saw you there
one wonderful day
you took my heart
and threw it away
thats why I ask the lord
in heaven above
what is this thing
called love?
what is this thing called love
this funny thing
called love
just who can solve its mystery
why should it make
a fool of me?
I saw you there
one wonderful day
you took my heart
and threw it away
thats why I ask the lord
in heaven above
what is this thing
The night is young, the skies are clear
And if you want to go walkin', dear
It's delightful, it's delicious, it's de-lovely
I understand the reason why
You're sentimental, 'cause so am I
It's delightful, it's delicious, it's de-lovely
You can tell at a glance what a swell night this is
for romance
You can hear, dear Mother Nature murmuring low "Let
yourself go"
So please be sweet, my chickadee
And when I kiss ya, just say to me
"It's delightful, it's delicious, it's delectable,
it's delirious,
It's dilemma, it's de limit, it's deluxe, it's
de-lovely"
I feel a sudden urge to sing the kind of ditty that
invokes the Spring
So, control your desire to curse while I crucify the
verse
This verse I've started seems to me the "Tin
Pan-tithesis" of melody
So to spare you all the pain, I'll skip the darn thing
and sing the refrain
Time marches on, and soon it's plain
You've won my heart and I've lost my brain.
It's delightful, it's delicious, it's de-lovely.
Life seems to sweet that we decide
It's in the bag to get unified.
It's delightful, it's delicious, it's de-lovely.
See the crowd in that church, see the proud parson
plopped on his perch.
Get the sweet beat of that organ sealing our doom.
'Here goes the groom, boom!'
How they cheer and how they smile as we go galloping
down that aisle.
It's divine, dear. It's diveen, dear. It's de-
wunderbar. It's de victory.
It's de valoop. It's de vinner. It's de voiks. It's de-
My story is much too sad to be told,
but practically everything
leaves me totally cold.
The only exception i know is the case,
when i'm out on a quiet spree,
fighting vainly the old enui
and i suddenly turn and see,
your fabulous face.
I get no kick from Champagne
Mere alchohol doesn't thrill me at all
so tell me why should it be true
that i get a kick
out of you
Some get a kick from cocain
i'm sure that if i took even one sniff
that would bore me terrificly too
yet i get a kick out of you
i get a kick every time i see you standing there before
i get a kick though its clear to me you obviously don't
adore me
I get no kick in a plane
Flying too high
with some guy in the sky is my idea of nothing to do
Yet i get a kick
Whenever skies look gray to me and
trouble begins to brew
Whenever the winter winds become too strong
I concentrate on you
When fortune cries "Nay, nay" to me
And people declare "You're through"
Whenever the blues become my only songs
I concentrate on you
On your smile, so sweet, so tender
When at first my kiss you do decline
On the light in your eyes when you surrender
And once again our arms intertwine
And so when wise men say to me
That love's young dream never comes true
To prove that even the wise men can be wrong
Life's great, life's grand
Future, all planned
No more, clouds in the sky
How'm I ridin'? I'm ridin' high
Someone, I love
Mad for, my love
So long, Jonah, goodbye
How'm I ridin'? I'm ridin' high
Floating, on a starlit ceiling
Doting, on the cards I'm dealing
Gloating, because I'm feeling so hap-hap-happy, I'm
slap-happy
So ring bells, sing songs
Blow horns, beat gongs
Our love, never will die
How'm I ridin'? I'm ridin' high
Someone, I love
Mad for, my love
So long, Jonah, goodbye
How'm I ridin'? I'm ridin' high
Floating, on a starlit ceiling
Doting, on the cards I'm dealing
Gloating, because I'm feeling so hap-hap-happy, I'm
slap-happy
So ring bells, sing songs
Blow horns, beat gongs
Our love, never will die
At words poetic, I'm so pathetic
That I always have found it best,
Instead of getting 'em off my chest,
To let 'em rest unexpressed,
I hate parading my serenading
As I'll probably miss the bar,
But if this ditty is not so pretty
At least it'll tell you
How great you are.
You're the top!
You're the Coliseum.
You're the top!
You're the Louvre Museum.
You're a melody from a symphony by Strauss
You're a Bendel bonnet,
A Shakespeare's sonnet,
You're Mickey Mouse.
You're the Nile,
You're the Tower of Pisa,
You're the smile on the Mona Lisa
I'm a worthless cheque, a total wreck, a flop,
But if, baby, I'm the bottom you're the top!
You're the top!
You're Mahatma Gandhi.
You're the top!
You're Napoleon Brandy.
You're the purple light
Of a summer night in Spain,
You're the National Gallery
You're Garbo's salary,
You're cellophane.
You're sublime,
You're turkey dinner,
You're the time, of a Derby winner
I'm a toy balloon thats fated soon to pop!
But if, baby, I'm the bottom you're the top!
You're the top!
You're an arrow collar
You're the top!
You're a Coolidge dollar,
You're the nimble tread
Of the feet of Fred Astaire,
You're an O'Neill drama,
You're Whistler's mama!
You're Camembert.
You're a prose,
You're Inferno's Dante,
You're the nose
On the great Durante.
I'm just in the way,
As the French would say, "de trop".
But if, baby, I'm the bottom,
You're the top!
You're the top!
You're a Waldorf salad.
You're the top!
You're a Berlin ballad.
your the face brand of a Lady and a Gent!
You're an old dutch master,
You're Miss Astor,
your pepsoden!
You're romance,
You're the steppes of russia,
You're the pants, on a roxy usher,
im a lazy lout, whos just about to stop!
But if, baby, I'm the bottom,
I have heard among this clan,
You are called the forgotten man
(is that what they're saying, well did you evah!)
(what a swell party this is)
And have you heard the story of,
A boy, a girl, unrequited love
(sounds like pure soap opera, tune in tomorrow) I
may cry
(what a swell party this is)
(what frills, what frocks) What broads!
(what furs, what rocks!) They're bootiful.
(Why I've never seen such gaity) Neither have I.
(Its all just too, too risque really)
This french champagne (domestic)
(so good for the brain) Thats what I was going to
say.
(you know you're a brilliant fellow?) Why thank
(pick up jack. please don't eat that glass my friend)
(Have you heard, about dear Blanche?)
(Got run down by an avalanche) No!
(oh don't worry, shes a game girl you know, got
up and finished 4th)
The kids got guts. (Having a nice time? Grab a
line!)
Have you heard that Mimsie Starr (what now)
She got pinched in the Astor bar
(sloshed again, eh?) She was stoned.
Well, did you evah? (Never!)
What a swell party this is!
Hey, check out that act! (That's a lovely dress.
You think I can talk her out of it?)
It's great, (aah it's great)
so grand! (so grand)
It's wonderland!
la da da da......
(We sing), oh we sing
(so rare) so rare
(Like old camembert)
(Like baba au rhum!)
Don't dig that kind of crooning chum!
Have you heard? It's in the stars
Next July we collide with Mars.
Well, did you evah?
What a swell party, a swell party
A swelligant, elegant party this is!
(I drink to your health)
Naw, lets drink to your wealth
Your my bon ami
hey, thats french
A liberty fraternity
Have you heard? It's in the stars
Next July we collide with Mars.
Well, did you evah?
What a swell party, swell party
You could have a great career,
And you should;
Yes you should.
Only one thing stops you dear:
You're too good;
Way too good!
If you want a future, darlin',
Why don't you get a past?
'Cause that fateful moment's comin' at last...
We're all alone, no chaperone
Can get our number
The world's in slumber--let's misbehave!!!
There's something wild about you child
That's so contagious
Let's be outrageous--let's misbehave!!!
When Adam won Eve's hand
He wouldn't stand for teasin'.
He didn't care about those apples out of season.
They say that Spring means just one little thing to
little lovebirds
We're not above birds--let's misbehave!!!
It's getting late and while I wait
My poor heart aches on
Why keep the breaks on? Let's misbehave!!!
I feel quite sure affaire d'amour
Would be attractive
While we're still active, let's misbehave!
You know my heart is true
And you say you for me care...
Somebody's sure to tell,
But what the heck do we care?
They say that bears have love affairs
And even camels
When the little bluebird
Who has never said a word
Starts to sing Spring
When the little bluebell
At the bottom of the dell
Starts to ring Ding dong Ding dong
When the little blue clerk
In the middle of his work
Starts a tune to the moon up above
It is nature that is all
Simply telling us to fall in love
And that's why birds do it, bees do it
Even educated fleas do it
Let's do it, let's fall in love
Cold Cape Cod clams, 'gainst their wish, do it
Even lazy jellyfish do it
Let's do it, let's fall in love
I've heard that lizards and frogs do it
Layin' on a rock
They say that roosters do it
With a doodle and cock
Some Argentines, without means do it
I hear even Boston beans do it
Let's do it, let's fall in love
When the little bluebird
Who has never said a word
starts to sing Spring spring spring
When the little bluebell
At the bottom of the dell
Starts to ring Ding ding ding
When the little blue clerk
In the middle of his work
Starts a tune
The most refined lady bugs do it
When a gentleman calls
Moths in your rugs they do it
What's the use of moth balls
The chimpanzees in the zoos do it,
Some courageous kangaroos do it
Let's do it, let's fall in love
I'm sure sometimes on the sly you do it
Maybe even you and I might do it
It was just one of those things,
just one of those crazy flings.
One of those bells that now and then rings,
just one of those things.
It was just one of those nights,
just one of those fabulous flights.
A trip to the moon on gossamer wings,
just one of those things.
If we'd thought of it, 'bout the end of it,
when we started painting the town,
We'd have been aware that our love affair
was too hot not to cool down.
So goodbye, dear, and Amen,
here's hoping we'll meet now and then.
It was great fun
but it was just one of those things.
It was just, just one of those nights,
just one of those fabulous flights.
A trip to the moon on gossamer wings,
just one of those things.
If we'd thought of it, 'bout the end of it,
when we started painting that town,
We'd have been aware that our love affair
was too hot not to cool down.
So goodbye, goodbye, bye-bye,
goodbye, baby, and Amen,
here's hoping we'll meet now and then.
It was great fun
I hate men.
I can't abide them even now and then.
Then ever marry one of them, I'd rest a maiden rather,
For husbands are a boring lot that only give you bother.
Of course, I'm awful glad that mother had to marry father,
Still, I hate men.
Of all the types of men I've met in our democracy,
I hate the most the athlete with his manner bold and brassy.
He may have hair upon his chesst, but sister, so has Lassie!
Oh, I hate men!
I hate men.
There worth upon this earth I can not tend
Avoid the traffic sales men atempting Tom he maybe
From China he will bring you jade and perfume from Arabi
But don't forget tis he wholl have the fun and be the baby
Oh I Hate men
If thou shouldst wed a business man, be wary, oh be wary:
He'll tell you he's detained in town on business neccesary.
The business is the business that he gives his secretary!
Oh, I hate men!
I hate men.
Though roosters they, I will not play the hen.
If you espouse an older man through girlish optimism,
He'll always stay at home and night and make no criticism.
Though you may call it love, the doctors call it rheumatism.
Oh, I hate men!
Of all I've read, alone in bed, from A to Zed about 'em,
Since love is blind, then from the mind, all womankind should rout 'em.
But, ladies, you must answer too, what would we do without 'em?
When they begin
the beguine
it brings back the sound
of music so tender
it brings back a night
of tropical splendor
it brings back a memory of green
I'm with you once more
under the stars
and down by the shore
an orchestras playing
and even the palms
seem to be swaying
when they begin
the beguine
to live it again
is past all endeavor
except when that tune
clutches my heart
and there we are swearing to love forever
and promising never
never to part
a moments divine
what rapture serene
to clouds came along
to disperse the joys we had tasted
and now when I hear people curse the chance that was
wasted
I know but too well what they mean
so dont let them begin the beguine
let the love that was once a fire
remain an ember
let it sleep like the dead desire I only remember
when they begin the beguine
oh yes let them begin the beguine
make them play
til the stars that were there before
return above you
till you whisper to me
once more darling I love you
and we suddenly know what heaven we're in
when they begin
In The Still Of The Night
As I gaze from my window
At the moon in its flight
My thoughts all stray to you
In The Still Of The Night
All the world is in slumber
All the times without number
Darling when I say to you
Do you love me, as I love you
Are you my life to be, my dream come true
Or will this dream of mine fade out of sight
Like the moon growing dim, on the rim of the hill
In the chill, still, of the night
Like the moon growing dim, on the rim of the hill
Every time i look down on this timeless town,
Whether blue or gray be her skies,
Whether loud be her cheers, or whether soft be her tears,
More and more do I realize that...
I love Paris in the spring time
I love Paris in the fall
I love Paris in the summer when it sizzles
I love Paris in the winter when it drizzles
I love Paris every moment
Every moment of the year
I love Paris, why oh why do I love Paris
I used to fall
In love with all
Those boys who call
On young cuties
But now I find
I'm all inclined
To keep my mind
On my duties
Since I've begun to share
In such a sweet love affair
Though I'm in love, I'm not above
A date with a duke or a caddie
It's just a pose, 'cause my baby knows
That My Heart Belongs To Daddy
When some good scout, invites me out
To dine om some fine fin and haddie
My baby's sure, his love is secure
Cause My Heart Belongs To Daddy
Yes My Heart Belongs To Daddy
So I simply couldn't be bad
Yes I'm gonna marry daddy
Da-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-ad
If you feel romantic laddy
Let me warn you right from the start
That My Heart Belongs To Daddy
When love comes in and takes you for a spin,
Oo la la la, c'est magnifique
When every night, your loved one holds you tight,
Oo la la la, c'est magnifique
But when one day, your loved one drifts away,
Oo la la la, it is so tragique.
But when once more she whispers
Times have changed,
And we've often rewound the clock,
Since the Puritans got a shock,
When they landed on Plymouth Rock.
If today,
Any shock they should try to stem,
'Stead of landing on Plymouth Rock,
Plymouth Rock would land on them.
In olden days a glimpse of stocking
Was looked on as something shocking,
But now, God 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
And though I'm not a great romancer
I know that I'm bound to answer
When you propose,
Anything goes
When grandmama whose age is eighty
In night clubs is getting matey with gigolo's,
Anything Goes.
When mothers pack and leave poor father
Because they decide they'd rather be tennis pros,
Anything Goes.
If driving fast cars you like,
If low bars you like,
If old hymns you like,
If bare limbs you like,
If Mae West you like
Or me undressed you like,
Why, nobody will oppose!
When every night,
The set that's smart
Is intruding in nudist parties in studios,
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
And though I'm not a great romancer
I know that I'm bound to answer
When you propose,
Anything goes
If saying your prayers you like,
If green pears you like
If old chairs you like,
If back stairs you like,
If love affairs you like
With young bears you like,
Why nobody will oppose!
And though I'm not a great romancer
And though I'm not a great romancer
I know that I'm bound to answer
When you propose,
Anything goes...
Night and day, you are the one;
Only you beneath the moon, under the sun.
Whether near to me or far,
Its no matter darlin, where you are;
I think of you, night and day.
Night and day, whys it so,
That this longing for you, follows wherever I go.
In the roaring traffics boom;
In the silence of my lonely room;
I think of you, night and day.
Night and day, under the hide of me,
Theres an old, such a hungry yearning, burning inside of me;
And this torment wont be through,
Till you let me spend my life making love to you;
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