The gentleman is a dope,. A man of many faults,. A clumsy Joe. Who wouldn't know. A rumba from a waltz.. . The gentleman is a dope. And not my cup of tea;.
Once I loved such a shattering physician,. Quite the best looking doctor in the state,. He looked after my physical condition. And his bedside manner was great!.
Yeah. . I laid down last night, too tired to wake. I had a chill this mornin', too tired to shake. I got a good poker hand, too tired to win. I can hear my baby knockin', too tired to let her in.
Our romance won't end on a sorrowful note,. Though by tomorrow you're gone;. The song is ended, but as the songwriter wrote,. The melody lingers on.. They may take you from me, I'll miss your fond caress..
I'd like to get away, Junior. Somewhere alone with you. It could be oh, so gay, Junior. You need a laugh. Or two. . A certain place I know, Frankie. Where funny people can have fun.
Each time I look at you is like the first time. Each time you're near me the thrill is new. And there is nothing that I wouldn't do for. The rare delight of the sight of you for.
I hear music when I look at you,. A beautiful theme of every. Dream I ever knew.. Down deep in my heart I hear it play.. I feel it start, then melt away..
Well, rock 'n rolling' holiday,. Rock 'n rolling all the way,. Rock 'n rolling' to the end,. 'Til the saints go marching' in.. Now when the saints go marching' in,.
1,2, 1,2,3 uh. Doo da doo, m doo da do ba do do do. Doo da doo, m doo da do ba do do do. . Looking forward to seein' you. But it's been such a long, long time.
Chestnuts roasting on an open fire. Jack Frost nipping at your nose. Yule-tide carols being sung by a choir. And folks dressed up like Eskimos.. . Everybody knows a turkey and some mistletoe.
You're sittin' there lookin' proud. Thinkin' you're so fine. Tryin' to run around. With every friend of mine. Think you're so smart baby. Think that I'm a fool.
The name is Yoshimi. She's a black belt in karate. Working for the city. She has to discipline her body. . 'Cause she knows that. It's demanding to defeat those evil machines.
It's the American in me that makes me watch the blood running out of the bullethole in his head.. It's the American in me that makes me watch tv see on the news, listen what the man said..
When the clock beats two and night kisses the morning. A dizzy farewell song keeps clawing my ears. The sense of my head obeys and goes alarming. But the pipers within my chest keep blowing their horns.
On this coldest of January nights. We'll drive out past the runway. And watch the planes go flying by. The runway lights are the deepest blue like the colors of your eyees.
At the corner of 53rd and the summer of '62. The first time I felt the tug of what I call the thread of you. . There at the Lever House. Street map across our thighs tracing the gateway.
I should take what's left of this for myself. I've had the pieces stripped. By long hands feeding small minds. And I never thought that this could come back.
One day, one day, Sir. I was walking along. I heard that special. Singing a lonesome song. . [Chorus]. Oh, let the Midnight Special. Shine her light on me.
I know she said,. That I don't need her,. cause everytime I call,. she's sitting sweeter,. . I know she said,. to get near her,. but I'm feeling cold,.
(Anderson/Howe/Wakeman/Bruford). Jump out this next world. Is gone overground. That sky is ecstasy dancin'. My child my woman. My daughter my son. Together planning to party.