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.
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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.
Blue moon you saw me standing alone without a dream in my heart Without a love of my own
Blue moon You knew just what I was there for You heard me saying a prayer for Someone I really could care for
And then they suddenly appeared before me The only one my arms will ever hold I heard somebody whisper Please adore me And when I looked The moon had turned to gold
Blue moon Now I'm no longer alone Without a dream in my heart Without a love of my own
Blue moon you saw me standing alone without a dream in my heart Without a love of my own
Blue moon You knew just what I was there for You heard me saying a prayer for Someone I really could care for
And then they suddenly appeared before me The only one my arms will ever hold I heard somebody whisper Please adore me And when I looked The moon had turned to gold
Blue moon Now I'm no longer alone Without a dream in my heart Without a love of my own
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!
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
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
Sit there and count your fingers What can you do? Old girl you're through Sit there, count your little fingers Unhappy little girl blue
Sit there and count the raindrops Falling on you It's time you knew All you can ever count on Are the raindrops That fall on little girl blue
Won't you just sit there Count the little raindrops Falling on you 'Cause it's time you knew All you can ever count on Are the raindrops That fall on little girl blue
No use old girl You might as well surrender 'Cause your hopes are getting slender and slender Why won't somebody send a tender blue boy To cheer up little girl blue
