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A-tisket a-tasket
A green-and-yellow basket I bought a basket for my mommie On the way I dropped itI dropped it, I dropped it Yes, on the way I dropped it A little girlie picked it up And took it to the marketShe was truckin' on down the avenue Without a single thing to do She was peck, peck, peckin' all around When she spied it on the groundA-tisket a-tasket She took my yellow basket And if she doesn't bring it back I think that I shall die(Was it red?) No, no, no, no (Was it brown?) No, no, no, no (Was it blue?) No, no, no, no Just a little yellow basket |
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| 2:26 |
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Oh, lullaby by birdland that's what I
Always hear, when you sigh, never in my wordland could there be words to reveal in a phrase how I feel Have you ever heard two turtle doves Bill and coo, when they love? That's the kind of magic music we made with our lips When we kiss And there's a weepy old willow He really knows how to cry That's how I'd cry in my pillow If you should tell me farewell and goodbye Lullaby by birdland whisper low Kiss me sweet, and we'll go Flying high in birdland, high in the sky up above All because we're in love Lullaby, Lullaby Have you ever heard two turtle doves Bill and coo when they love? That's the kind of magic music we made with our lips When we kiss And there's a weepy old willow He really knows how to cry That's how I'd cry in my pillow If you should tell me farewell and goodbye Lullaby by birdland whisper low Kiss me sweet, and we'll go Flying high in birdland, high in the sky up above All because we're in love |
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| 3:39 |
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A B C D E F G
I never learned to spell, At least not well. 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 I never learned to count, A great amount. But my busy mind is burning to use what learning I've got, I won't waste any time, I'll strike while the iron is hot. If they asked me, I could write a book About the way you walk, and whisper, and look. I could write a preface On how we met So the world would never forget. And the simple secret of the plot Is just to tell them that I love you a lot. And the world discovers As my book ends, How to make two lovers Of friends. <instrumental> And the simple secret of the plot Is just to tell them that I love you a lot. And the world discovers As my book ends, How to make two lovers Of friends. |
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| 4. |
| 7:04 |
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After one whole quart of brandy
Like a daisy, I'm awake With no Bromo-Seltzer handy I don't even shakeMen are not a new sensation I've done pretty well I think But this half-pint imitation Put me on the blinkI'm wild again, beguiled again A simpering, whimpering child again Bewitched, bothered and bewildered - am ICouldn't sleep and wouldn't sleep When love came and told me, I shouldn't sleep Bewitched, bothered and bewildered - am ILost my heart, but what of it He is cold I agree He can laugh, but I love it Although the laugh's on meI'll sing to him, each spring to him And long, for the day when I'll cling to him Bewitched, bothered and bewildered - am IHe's a fool and don't I know it But a fool can have his charms I'm in love and don't I show it Like a babe in armsLove's the same old sad sensation Lately I've not slept a wink Since this half-pint imitation Put me on the blinkI've sinned a lot, I'm mean a lot But I'm like sweet seventeen a lot Bewitched, bothered and bewildered - am II'll sing to him, each spring to him And worship the trousers that cling to him Bewitched, bothered and bewildered - am IWhen he talks, he is seeking Words to get off his chest Horizontally speaking, he's at his very bestVexed again, perplexed again Thank God, I can be oversexed again Bewitched, bothered and bewildered - am IWise at last, my eyes at last, Are cutting you down to your size at last Bewitched, bothered and bewildered - no moreBurned a lot, but learned a lot And now |
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| 3:29 | 
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| 2:04 |
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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 That's why I ask the Lord in Heaven above What is this thing called love? <instrumental interlude> I saw you there one wonderful day You took my heart and threw it away That's why I ask the Lord in Heaven above What is this thing called love? Transcribed by Todd Peach <todd@thepeaches.com> Following is another version with additional verses: I was a hum-drum person Leading a life apart When love flew in through my window wide And quickened my hum-drum heart Love flew in thorugh 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 That's why I ask the Lawd in Heaven above What is this thing called love? You gave me days of sunshine You gave me nights of cheer You made my life an enchanted dream 'Til somebody else came near Somebody else came near you I felt the winter's chill And now I sit and wonder night and day Why I love you still? |
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| 8. |
| 3:23 |
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I've wined and dined on Mulligan Stew, and never wished for Turkey
As I hitched and hiked and grifted too, from Maine to Albuquerque Alas, I missed the Beaux Arts Ball, and what is twice as sad I was never been to a party where they honored Noel Ca-ad (Coward) But social circles spin too fast for me My "hobohemia" is the place to be I get too hungry, for dinner at eight I like the theater, but never come late I never bother, with people I hate That's why the lady is a tramp I don't like crap games, with barons and earls Won't go to Harlem, in ermine and pearls Won't dish the dirt, with the rest of the girls That's why the lady is a tramp I like the free, fresh wind in my hair Life without care I'm broke, it's o'k Hate California, it's cold and it's damp That's why the lady is a tramp Girls get massages, they cry and they moan Tell slender Ella to leave me alone I'm not so hot, but my shape is my own That's why the lady is a tramp The food at the Kopensky is perfect, no doubt I couldn't tell you what the Ritz is about Drop a nickle in, and coffee comes out That's why the lady is a tramp Like the sweet, fresh, rain in my face Diamonds and lace, no got, so what?! for Frank Sinatra, I whistle and stamp That's why the lady is a tramp She's a hobo She's a scamp She's a no-good kinda tramp That's why the lady is a tramp ***this song's the "Ella In Berlin" CD version*** |
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| 4:00 |
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| 3:02 |
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Miss Otis regrets she's unable to lunch today,
Madam, Miss Otis regrets she's unable to lunch today, She's sorry to be delayed, But last evening down in lovers 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 led her so far astray, And from under her velvet gown, She drew a gun and shot her lover down, Madam, Miss Otis regrets she's unable to lunch to day. When the Mob came and got her and dragged her from the jail, Madam, they strung her apon the willow across 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. |
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| 3:06 |
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like the beat, beat, beat, of the tomtom
When the jungle shadows fall Like the tick, tick, tick, of the stately clock as it stands against the wall Like the drip, drip, drip, of the raindrops When the summer show'r 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 thing 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 Till you let me spend my life making love to you day and night Night and day (X2) Night and day |
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We're having a heat wave,
A tropical heat wave, The temperature's rising, It isn't surprising, She certainly can can-can. She started a heat wave By letting her seat wave In such a way that The customers say that She certainly can can-can. Gee, her anatomy Makes the mercury Jump to ninety-three. We're having a heat wave, A tropical heat wave, The way that she moves That thermometer proves That she certainly can can-can. |
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| 2:46 |
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I've got you, under my skin
I've got you, deep in the heart of me So deep in my heart that you're really a part of me I've got you, under my skinI tried so, not to give in I said to myself this affair, it never will go so well But why should I try to resist, when baby I know damn well That I've got you, under my skinI'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 s, s in my earDon't you know, you 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 Because I've got you, under my skin |
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Summer journeys to Niag'ra
and to other places aggra- vate all our cares. We'll save our fares! I've a cozy little flat in what is known as old Manhattan we'll settle down right here in town! We'll have Manhattan the Bronx and Staten Island too. It's lovely going through the zoo! It's very fancy on old Delancy street you know. The subway charms us so when balmy breezes blow to and fro. And tell me what street compares with Mott Street in July? Sweet pushcarts gently gli-ding by. The great big city's a wonderous toy just made for a girl and boy. We'll turn Manhattan into an isle of joy! We'll go to Yonkers Where true love conquers In the whiles And starve together dear, in Chiles We'll go to Coney And eat baloney on a roll In Central Park we'll stroll Where our first kiss we stole Soul to soul And ""My Fair Lady"" is a terrific show they say We both may see it close, some day The city's glamour can never spoil The dreams of a boy and goil We'll turn Manhattan into an isle of joy! Transcribed by Todd Peach . c o m> (from this specific recording) Guy from Bath England sent me this more complete version: VERSE Summer journeys to Niag'ra And to other places aggra- vate all our cares. We'll save our fares; I've a cozy little flat in What is known as old Manhattan, We'll settle down Right here in town. CHORUS 1 We'll have Manhattan, The Bronx and Staten Island too. It's lovely going through the Zoo. It's very fancy On old Delancey Street you know. The subway charms us so, When balmy breezes blow To and fro. And tell me what street Compares with Mott Street In July? Sweet pushcarts gently gliding by. The great big city's a wondrous toy Just made for a girl and boy -- We'll turn Manhattan Into an isle of joy. CHORUS 2 We'll go to Greenwich, Where modern men itch To be free, And Bowling Green you'll see with me. We'll bathe at Brighton, The fish you'll frighten When you're in, Your bathing suit so thin Will make the shellfish grin, Fin to fin. I'd like to take a Sail on Jamaica Bay with you, And fair Canarsie's Lakes we'll view. The city's bustle cannot destroy The dreams of a girl and boy -- We'll turn Manhattan Into an isle of joy. CHORUS 3 We'll go to Yonkers, Where true love conquers In the wilds And starve together, dear, in Childs'. We'll go to Coney And eat bologny On a roll, In Central Park we'll stroll Where our first kiss we stole, Soul to soul. And South Pacific Is a terrific Show they say, We both may see it close some day. The city's clamour can never spoil The dreams of a boy and goil -- We'll turn Manhattan Into an isle of joy. CHORUS 4 We'll have Manhattan, The Bronx and Staten Island too, We'll try to cross Fifth Avenue. As black as onyx We'll find the Bronix Park Express, Our Flatbush flat, I guess, Will be a great success, More or less. A short vacation On Inspiration Point we'll spend, And in the station house we'll end. But Civic Virtue cannot destroy The dreams of a girl and boy -- We'll turn Manhattan Into an isle of joy! |
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Version 1
"Blue skies smilin' at me Nothin' but blue skies do I see Bluebirds singin' a song Nothin' but bluebirds all day long Never saw the sun shinin' so bright Never saw things goin' so right Noticing the days hurrying by When you're in love, my how they fly Blue days, all of them gone Nothin' but blue skies from now on Blue skies smilin' at me Nothin' but blue skies do I see Never saw the sun shinin' so bright Never saw things goin' so right Noticing the days hurrying by When you're in love, my how they fly Blue days, all of them gone Nothin' but blue skies from now on" ----- Version 2 I was blue, just as blue as I could be Ev'ry day was a cloudy day for me Then good luck came a-knocking at my door Skies were gray but they're not gray anymore Blue skies Smiling at me Nothing but blue skies Do I see Bluebirds Singing a song Nothing but bluebirds All day long Never saw the sun shining so bright Never saw things going so right Noticing the days hurrying by When you're in love, my how they fly Blue days All of them gone Nothing but blue skies From now on I should care if the wind blows east or west I should fret if the worst looks like the best I should mind if they say it can't be true I should smile, that's exactly what I do |
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(Ella)
The snow is snowing, the wind is blowing But I can weather the storm! What do I care how much it may storm? I've got my love to keep me warm I can't remember a worse December Just watch those icicles form! Oh, what do I care if icicles form? Oh, I've got my love to keep me warm Off with my overcoat, off with my glove I need no overcoat, I'm burning with love! My heart's on fire, the flame grows higher So I will weather the storm! What do I care how much it may storm? Oh, I've got my love to keep me warm (Louis) The snow is snowing, the wind is blowing But I can weather the storm! What do I care how much it may storm? I've got my love to keep me warm I can't remember a worse December Just watch those icicles form! What do I care if icicles form? I've got my love to keep me warm Off with my overcoat, off with my glove I need no overcoat, I'm burning with love! My heart's on fire, the flame grows higher So I will weather the storm! What do I care how much it may storm? Oh, I've got my love to keep me warm (Ella) The snow is snowing, the wind is blowing But I can weather the storm, storm, storm What do I care how much it may storm? Oh, I've got my love to keep me warm |
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Have you seen the well-to-do
Up and down Park Avenue On that famous thoroughfare With their noses in the air High hats and narrow collars White spats and lots of dollars Spending every dime For a wonderful time Now, if you're blue And you don't know where to go to Why don't you go where fashion sits Puttin' on the Ritz Different types who wear a daycoat Pants with stripes and cutaway coat Perfect fits Puttin' on the Ritz Dressed up like a million dollar trooper Trying hard to look like Gary Cooper Super-duper Come, let's mix where Rockefellers Walk with sticks or "umberellas" In their mitts Puttin' on the Ritz ------ short instrumental break ------ Tips his hat just like an English chappie To a lady with a wealthy pappy Very snappy You'll declare it's simply topping To be there and hear them swapping Smart tidbits Puttin' on the Ritz |
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