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Frank Sinatra
Frank Sinatra


Background information
Birth name Francis Albert Sinatra
Born December 12, 1915
Born place Hoboken, New Jersey, United States
Died May 14, 1998
Death place Los Angeles, California, United States
Genre(s) Traditional pop
Jazz
Big band
Years active 1935—1995
Label(s) Columbia Records
Capitol Records
Reprise Records
Associated acts Rat Pack
Bing Crosby
Nancy Sinatra
Quincy Jones
Website Website



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Frank Sinatra Album


The World Of Frank Sinatra (2005)
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. . .


Saturday night is the loneliest night in the week
'Cause that's the night that my sweetie and I
Used to dance cheek to cheek
I don't mind Sunday night at all
'Cause that's the night friends come to call
And Monday to Friday go fast
And another week is past

But Saturday night is the loneliest night in the week
I sing the song that I sang for the memories I usually seek
Until I hear you at the door
Until you're in my arms once more
Saturday night is the loneliest night in the week

Mmmm... Saturday night is the loneliest night in the week
I sing the song that I sang for the memories I usually seek
Until I hear you at the door
Until you're in my arms once more
Saturday night is the loneliest night in the week

Until I hear you at the door
Until you're in my arms once more
Saturday night is the loneliest night in the week

. . .


They told me you'd leave me all alone and blue,
And it all came true, yep, it all came true.
They told me you'd grieve me, fall to someone new,
It all came true, it all came true.
They said that someday, you won't love him any more.
And you'll come running right back to my little old shack
And take up where you left before.
They told me you'd love me like you used to do.
It all came true, it all came true.

They told me you'd leave me so all alone and blue,
And it all came true, oh, it's so true.
They told me you'd grieve me, fall for somebody new,
It all came true, so T-R-U.
They said that someday, you won't love him any more.
And you'll come running right back to my little old shack
And take up where you left before.
They told me you'd love me like you used to do.
It all came true, it all came true.
They told me you'd love me like you used to do.
And it all came true.

. . .


Frank: I'm discontented with homes that are rented so I have invented my own,
Dinah: Darling this place is a lover's oasis where lights where we chase is unknown,
Frank: Far from the cry of the city where flowers pretty caress the stream,
Both: Cozy to hide in, to live side by side in, don't let it abide in my dream.

Frank: Picture you upon my knee, just tea for two, and two for tea.
Just me for you, and you for me alone.
Dinah: Nobody near us, to see and to hear us, no friends or relations
On weekend vacations, we won't have it known, dear, that we own a telephone, dear.
Frank: They will brake (?) and you'll awake, and start to bake a sugar cake
For me to take for all the boys to see.
Both: We will raise a family, a boy for you and a girl for me,
Can't you see how happy we will be.

. . .


Just found joy
I’m as happy as a baby boy
When he’s playing with his choo-choo toy
When I’m with my sweet Lorraine

She’s got a pair of eyes
That are bluer than the summer sky
When you see 'em you’re gonna realize
Why I love my sweet Lorraine

When it’s raining I don’t miss the sun
’cause it’s in my sweeties smile
Just to think that I’m the lucky one
Who will lead her down the aisle

Each night how I pray
That nobody steals her heart away
I can’t wait until that lucky day
When I marry my Lorraine

When it’s raining I never miss the sun
’cause it’s in my sweeties smile
Just to think that I’m the lucky one
Who’s gonna lead her down the well known aisle

Each night how I pray
That nobody steals her heart away
I can’t wait until that lucky day
When I marry my Lorraine

That'll be the day when I marry my Lorraine

. . .


Like the folks you meet on
Like to plant my feet on the Brooklyn Bridge
What a lovely view from
Heaven looks at you from the Brooklyn Bridge

I love to listen to the wind through her strings
The song that she sings for the town
I love to look up at the clouds in her hair
She's learned to wear like a crown

If you've been a rover
Journey's end lies over the Brooklyn Bridge
Don't let no one tell you
I've been tryin' to sell you the Brooklyn Bridge

All the folks in Manhattan are sad
'cause they look at her and wish they had
The good old Brooklyn Bridge

If you've been a rover
Journey's end lies over the Brooklyn Bridge
Don't let no one tell you
I've been tryin' to sell you the Brooklyn Bridge

You'll miss her most when you roam
'cause you'll think of her and think of home
The good old Brooklyn Bridge

. . .


I believe, I believe,
I believe in wishing wells,
But I also believe in a lot of things,
Things the daisy tells,
I believe, I believe that a four-leaf clover brings,
Lots of luck, lots of joy, lots of happiness,
I believe those things.
And when it's Christmas time I believe in Santa Claus,
Why do I believe, I guess that I believe because
I believe, I believe,
I believe that dreams come true,
If you wish for a dream by a wishing well,
Don't tell your wish or you'll break the spell,


It may sound naive, but that's what I believe.

And when it's Christmas,
I try to believe in Santa Claus,
Why do I believe,
I guess that I believe because
I believe, I believe,
I do believe that dreams come true,
And if you wish for a dream by the wishing well,
Don't you tell the wish or you'll break the spell,
It may sound naive,
But that's what I happen to believe.

. . .


Could'ya, for an ice cream sundae? Could'ya, for a smile or two?
Would'ya, say along about next Monday, keep a guy from feeling blue?
Could'ya, for big red apple? Could'ya, for a tootsie roll?
Would'ya, for some Philadelphia truffle, brighten up some lonely soul?
I don't wanna have the stars in the pocket, or ride a rocket to the moon.
I just want what I want when I see what I want, and I hope I get it soon.
Could'ya, for a peaceful valley? Could'ya, for the Zuyder Zee?
Would'ya for a honeymoon in Bali? Could'ya fall in love with me?
Baby, could'ya, would'ya take a chance on romance,
Couldya, for a ripe tomato? Could'ya, for a place that's in?
Would'ya, for a bowl of sweet potato? Could'ya, for a leopard skin?
Could'ya, for a bright red tulip? Could'ya, for a ferris wheel?
Would'ya for Kentucky plate of juleps? Could'ya, for a home cooked meal?
I don't wanna have the stars in the pocket, or ride a rocket to the moon.
I just want what I want when I see what I want, hope I get it soon.
Could'ya, for a peaceful valley? Could'ya, for the Zuyder Zee?
Would'ya, for a honeymoon in Bali? Would'ya, should'ya, could'ya fall in love with me?

. . .


Give me five minutes more, only five minutes more
Let me stay, let me stay in your arms

Here am I, begging for only five minutes more
Only five minutes more of your charms

All week long I dreamed about our Saturday date
Don't you know that Sunday morning you can sleep late

Give me five minutes more (Here am I begging for), only five minutes more
(Let me stay, let me stay)
Let me stay, let me stay (stay) in your arms

. . .

A Little Learning Is a Dangerous Thing

[No lyrics]

. . .


All of me
Why not take all of me
Can't you see
I'm no good without you
Take my lips
I wanna lose them
Take my arms
I'll never use them
Your goodbye left me with eyes that cry
How can I get on dear without you
You took the part that once was my heart
So why not take all of me

All of me
Why not take all of me
Can't you see
I'm just a mess without you
Take my lips
I wanna lose them
Why don't you take my arms
I'll never use them
Your goodbye left me with eyes that cry
How can I get along without you
You know that you took a part that used to be my heart
So why not take all of me

. . .


S' posin' I should fall in love with you
Do you think that you could love me too?
S' posin' I should hold you and caress you
Would it impress you?
Or distress you?
S' posin' I should say "for you I yearn,"
Would you think I'm speaking out of turn?
And s' posin' I declare it
Would you take my love and share it?
I'm not s' posin' I'm in love with you

S' posin' I should fall in love with you
Do you think that you could love me too?
S' posin' I should hold you and caress you
Would it impress you?
Or would it distress you?
S' posin' I should say "for you I yearn,"
Would you think I'm speaking out of turn?
And s' posin' I declare it
Would you take my love and share it?
I'm not s' posin' I'm in love with you

. . .


A small cafe, mam'selle
Our rendez-vouz, mam'selle
The violins were warm and sweet
And so were you, mam'selle

And as the night danced by
A kiss became a sigh
Your lovely eyes
Seem to sparkle just like wine does
No heart ever yearned the way that mine does, for you

And yet I know too well
Someday you'll say goodbye
Then violins will cry
And so will I, mam'selle

And as the night danced by
A kiss became a sigh
Your lovely eyes
Seem to sparkle just like wine does
No heart ever yearned the way that mine does, for you

And yet I know too well
Someday you'll say goodbye
Then violins will cry
And so will I, mam'selle

. . .


Blue skies, smilin' at me
Nothin' but blues skies do I see
Bluebirds singin' a song
Nothin' but bluebirds all day long

Never saw the sun shinin' so bright
Never saw things lookin' so right
Noticin' the days hurryin' by
When you're in love, my, how they fly

Blue days, all of 'em gone
Nothin' but blue skies from now on

Never saw the sun shinin' so bright
Never saw things lookin' so right
Noticin' the days hurryin' by
When you're in love, oww, how they fly

Blue days, all of 'em gone
Nothin' but blue skies from now on

. . .


There's no business like show business like no business I know
Everything about it is appealing
Everything that traffic will allow
Nowhere could you get that happy feeling
When you are stealing that extra bow

There's no people like show people
They smile when they are low
Even with a turkey that you know will fold
You may be stranded out in the cold
Still you wouldn't change it for a sack of gold
Let's go on with the show

The butcher, the baker, the grocer, the clerk
Are secretly unhappy men because
The butcher, the baker, the grocer, the clerk
Get paid for what they do but no applause
They'd gladly bid their dreary jobs goodbye
For anything theatrical and why?

There's no business like show business and I tell you it's so
Traveling through the country is so thrilling
Standing out in front on opening nights
Smiling as you watch the theater filling
And there's your billing out there in lights

There's no people like show people
They smile when they are low
Angels come from everywhere with lots of jack
And when you lose it, there's no attack
Where could you get money that you don't give back?
Let's go on with the show

(There's no business like show business like no business I know)
You get word before the show has started
That your favorite uncle died at dawn
Top of that, your pa and ma have parted,
You're broken-hearted, but you go on

(There's no people like show people, they smile when they are low)
Yesterday they told you you would not go far
That night you open and there you are
Next day on your dressing room they've hung a star
Let's go on with the show

. . .


I overheard the strangest talk right here beside me on the walk,
A little boy and girl of three, here's how it sounded to me:
Dai dut the denny in a dum-dot, dai dut the denny in a dum-dot
Do det the daper and dai det the dum, cause dai dut the denny in the dum-dot.
[What's you say?]
I put the penny in the gum-slot, I put the penny in the gum-slot,
You get the paper and I get the gum, 'cause I put the penny in the gum-slot.
[Eeny meeny minee mo, turn the handle, let it go,]
[Peppermint flavor yummy yum, I got the penny and I get the gum,]
['Cause dai dut the denny in the dum-dot,] I put the penny in the gum-slot.
Do det the daper and dai det the dum
Cause dai dut the denny in the dum-dot.

[Dai dut the denny in the dum-dot, dai dut the denny in the dum-dot.]
[You get the paper and I get the gum, Dai dut the denny in the dum-dot.]
[Put penny in a penny machine, not carin' if it's yellow or green,]
[I'm gonna chew, won't give it to you, (won't?) you know what I mean.]

Tol' the girlie, an' tol' the lad, if you quarrel, I'll be sad.
Made it fair for everyone, gave them the paper and I kept the gum.
[Dai, dai dut the denny in the dum-dot,] I put the penny in the gum-slot.

. . .


I begged her, I pleaded, I told her: Baby, come out of your shell,
I told her: Maybe, you'll find that it's swell,
I argued, I threatened, I said: You can't send me home,
Not like this, then I finally got my kiss.

I begged her, I pleaded, I told her: Baby, come out of your shell,
And I told her: Maybe, you'll find that it's swell,
She argued, then I threatened: You can't send me home,
Not like this, then I finally got my kiss.

. . .


Two heads together are better than one in rainy or sunny weather
The outlook can't be a glum one when there's someone who cares
Just when you're sinking without a straw in sight
Someone starts thinking and everything's all right
Birds of a feather can never be shown that livin' alone is fun
When two hearts are better than one

Two heads together are better than one in rainy or sunny weather
The outlook can't be a glum one when there's someone who cares
Rain in the doorway can have its sunny side
When someone goes your way and her umbrella's wide
Birds of a feather can never be shown that livin' alone is fun
When two hearts are better than one

. . .


Two eyes walking `round with a baby blue stare, how cute can you be?
Red lips pouting so that a guy's gotta care, how cute can you be?
I've seen lassies, the fine looks and chassis, almost every day,
But I've stopped my looking `cause I know what's cooking, just a glance away.
Soft hair shining so that the sun blinks his eyes, how cute can you be?
A voice sweet and low, making temperatures rise, how cute can you be?
I'll give up my gallivanting, if you'd consent to be
The ready little steady on my family tree, how cute can you be?
She's got some soft hair shining, that the sun blinks his eyes, hey, how cute can you be?
A voice sweet and low, making temperatures rise, how cute can you be?
I'll give up my gallivanting, if you'd consent to be
The ready little steady on my family tree, how cute can you be?
Baby, how cute can you be? Hubba, how cute can you be?

. . .


Dinah:
Even Superman supports the good health plan
He knows what it will do, it's all up to you, it's all up to you
Frank:
Spread the health alarm to every town and farm
And preach the good health view, it's all up to you, it's all up to you
Dinah: You'll find being healthy means more than a well-filled hearse
Frank: What good's being wealthy when you can't buy a doctor or a nurse?
Dinah: When the job is done
Frank: We'll wind up number one

(Musical interlude)

Frank: We need vitamins and medicines and beds to spare
Dinah: Places where the sick can go and get some care.
Frank: Lots of new equipment to combat disease

Dinah: Free examination for the kids and class
Frank: A kid whose health is good will have a chance to pass
Dinah: If we do these thing and we will be the state

(Musical interlude)

Frank: Do your state a favor, the task is yours alone
Dinah: Be a real life saver, and chance is that you will save your own

Frank: Get in there, get yourself someone to help.

. . .


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

Day and night
Why is it so
That this longing for you follows wherever I go
In the roarin' traffic's boom
In the silence of my lonely room
I think of you
Day and night

Night and day
Under the hide of me
There's an oh such a hungry yearnin' burnin' inside of me
And its torment won't be through
'Til you let me spend my life making love to you
Day and night
Night and day

Night and day
You are one
Only you 'neath the moon or under the sun
Whether near to me or far
It's no matter, baby, where you are
I think of you
Day and night

Night and day
Why is it so
That this longing for you follows wherever I go
In the roarin' traffic's boom
In the silence of my lonely room
I think of you
Day and night

Night and day
Under the hide of me
There's an oh such a hungry yearnin' burnin' inside of me
And its torment won't be through
'Til you let me spend life making love to you
Day and night
Night and day


. . .


Embrace me, my sweet embraceable you
Embrace me, my silk and lace-able you

I’m in love with you
I am
And verily so
But you’re much too shy
Unnecessarily so

I love all, the many charms about you
Above all, I want my arms about you
Don't be a naughty baby
Come to papa do
My sweet embraceable you

I love all, the many charms about you
Above all, I want these arms about you

So don't be a naughty baby
Come to papa do
My sweet embraceable you

. . .


Close to you, I will always stay.
Close to you, though you're far away.

You'll always be near as though you were here by my side.
No matter where - in my dreams I'll find you there
Close to me, sharing you're caress.
Can't you see you're my happiness?

Wherever you go, my heart will go, too.
What can I do?
It only wants to be close to you.

Close to me, sharing you're caress.
Can't you see you're my happiness?

Wherever you go, my heart will go, too.
What can I do?
If you knew the joys you bring
How my hungry heart would sing
If only we could be close to you.

. . .


Writer(s): Van Heusen/Burke


Imagination is funny
It makes a cloudy day sunny
It makes a bee think of honey
Just as I think of you

Imagination is crazy
Your whole perspective gets hazy
Starts you asking a daisy
What to do, what to do

Have you ever felt a gentle touch
And then a kiss, and then and then
Find it's only your imagination again

Imagination is silly
You go around willy nilly
For example I go around wanting you
And yet I can't imagine that you want me too

. . .


And now the purple dusk of twilight time
steals across the meadows of my heart.
High up in the sky the little stars climb,
always reminding me that we're apart.
You wandered down the lane and far away
leaving me a song that will not die.
Love is now the stardust of yesterday,
the music of the years gone by.
Chorus
Sometimes I wonder why I spend the lonely night
dreaming of a song.
The melody haunts my reverie,
and I am once again with you,
when our love was new,
and each kiss an inspiration.
But that was long ago,
now my consolation is in the stardust of a song.
Beside a garden wall, when stars are bright,
you are in my arms.
the nightingale tells his fairy tale
a paradise where roses bloom.
Though I dream in vain,
in my heart it will remain:
My stardust melody, the memory of love's refrain
Repeat Chorus

. . .


The evening breeze caressed the trees tenderly.
The trembling trees embraced the breeze tenderly.
Then you and I came wandering by, and lost in a sigh were we
The shore was kissed by sea and mist tenderly.
I can't forget how two hearts met breathlessly.
Your arms opened wide and closed me inside,
You took my lips, you took my love so tenderly.

. . .


Frank:
Now here's a story with quite a moral,
And all you gals, you gotta pay some mind,
When you find a guy
Shelley Winters:
[yeah?]
Frank:
worth keeping, be satisfied,
Make sure you treat him very kind..
'Cause a good guy
Shelley Winters:
[Ow!]
Frank:
is hard to find,
You could always get the other kind.
Shelley Winters:
[But when you think that you got her tied, you'll find her]
Frank:
Messing around with another guy.
Then you rave and you'll even start to crave,
Man, you want to see her lying deep down in the grave.
So if the guy's nice, you better take my advice,
You better love him in the morning, kiss him every night,
Ooo, give him plenty of loving, treat him right,
Because a good man nowadays is hard to find.

Shelley Winters:
[Buster, you gotta be kidding, you see this little guy?]
[The one with the feeble mind, he always been, he moving time.]
[One fine day he dug another chick, she took all his loot and cut him quick.]
[Now, he's calling me back on the phone, he says]
Frank:
Baby, don't you go away, I'm coming right home.
Shelley Winters:
[But if you wanna come back, come on in our little grass shack,]
[You gotta love me in the morning, kiss me in the night,]
[You give me lots of loving, treat me right,]
['Cause a good gal nowadays is hard to find.]

Frank:
Well, I went back, but I told this doll,
I said: Woman, then is then, but now is now,
If you want me to stay, there's just one but (what?)
Keep a smile on your face, and keep your big mouth shut.
Well, we're back together, and everything is fine,
Shelley Winters:
[I'm a-running the show, jack, you better stay in line.]
[Now you know what to do when the day is through.]
Frank:
I better love you in the AM
Shelley Winters:
[that's right!],
Frank:
kiss you in the PM
Shelley Winters:
[what else?]
Frank:
Give plenty of loving
Shelley Winters:[show me!]
Frank:
with all my mind
Shelley Winters:
[good boy!]
[For a good gal nowadays are hard to find.. Leroy!] Yes, ma'am!
[I am just .. you better keep those cotton picking hands off all those other dames or I'll]
Frank:
Or you'll what?
Shelley Winters:
[I'll fly over there and turn off all your lights.]
Frank:
Uh yeah, like I was saying, a good
Shelley Winters:
[Oh man, yes!]

. . .


Romance is a game for fools, I used to say
A game I thought I'd never play
Romance is a game for fools, I said & grinned
Then you passed by and here am I throwing caution to the wind

Fools rush in
Where angels fear to tread
And so I come to you my love
My heart above my head

Though I see
There's danger there
If there's a chance for me
Then I don't care

Fools rush in
Where wise men never go
But wise men never fall in love
So how are they to know

When we met
I felt my life begin
So open up your heart and let
This fool rush in

. . .


Here we all work 'long the Mississippi
Here we all work while the white folk play
Pullin' them boats from the dawn till sunset
Gettin' no rest till the judgment day

Don't look up and don't look down
Ya don't dast make the white boss frown
Bend your knees and bow your head
And pull that rope until you're dead

Let me go 'way from the Mississippi
Let me go 'way from the white man boss
Show me that stream called the River Jordan
That's the old stream that I long to cross

Ol' Man River, that Ol' Man River
He must know somepin', but he don't say nothin'
He just keeps rollin', he keeps on rollin' along

He don't plant taters, and he don't plant cotton
And them what plants 'em is soon forgotten
But Ol' Man River, jest keeps rollin' along

You and me, we sweat and strain
Bodies all achin' and wracked with pain
Tote that barge and lift that bale
Ya get a little drunk and ya lands in jail

I gets weary and so sick of tryin'
I'm tired of livin', but I'm feared of dyin'
And Ol' Man River, he just keeps rollin' along

. . .


Grab your coat and get your hat, leave your worry at the doorstep
Just direct your feet to the sunny side of the street
Can't you hear that pitter pat and that happy tune is your step
Life can be so sweet on the sunny side of the street

I used to walk in the shade with those blues on parade
But I'm not afraid 'cause this rover, crossed over

If I never had a cent I'll be as rich as Rockfeller
Gold dust at my feet on the sunny side of the street

With those blues on parade
Because this rover, it crossed over

If I never had a cent I'll be as loaded as old Rockfeller
With that gold dust 'round my feet
On the sunny side of the street
On the side, at that side of the street that is sunny

. . .


Don't know why
There’s no sun up in the sky
Stormy weather
Since my gal and I
Ain't together
Keeps raining all the time

Life is bare
Gloom and misery everywhere
Stormy weather
Just can't get my poor old self together
I'm weary all the time
The time
So weary all the time

When she went away
The blues walked in and they met
If she stays away that old rocking chair's gonna get me
All I do is pray the Lord above will let me
Walk in the sun once more

Can't go on
Everything I have is gone
Stormy weather
Since my gal and I
Ain't together
Keeps raining all the time
Keeps raining all the time

When she went away
The blues walked in and met me
If he stays away old rocking chair will get me
All I do is pray the Lord above will let me
Walk in the sun once more

Can't go on
Everything I had is gone
Stormy weather
Since my gal and I
Ain't together
Keeps raining all the time
The time
Keeps raining all the time

. . .


Why is my heart dancing? Imagine dancing!
You look at me, and suddenly it's spring.
Why do I keep sighing? not sad, just sighing,
I'm young and free, and suddenly it's spring.
High on a hilltop, love is calling,
Someone should wish me happy falling.
No more being lonely, can I be lonely?
You look at me and suddenly it's spring.
(musical interlude)
High on a hilltop, love is calling,
Someone should wish me happy falling.
No more being lonely, can I be lonely?
You look at me, I look at you
We're young and free, and suddenly it's spring.

. . .


I dream of you more than you dream I do,
How can I prove to you this love is real?
You're mean to me more than you mean to be,
You just can't seem to see the way I feel.

When I am close to you, the world is far away,
The words that fill my heart my lips can't seem to say
I want you so, more than you'll ever know,
More than you dream I do, I dream of you.

. . .


I'm in the mood for love simply because you're near me
Funny but when you're near me, I'm in the mood for love.
Heaven was in your eyes, bright as the stars we're under,
Or is it any wonder, I'm in the mood for love.
Why stop to think of whether this little dream might fade,
We'll put our hearts together - now we are one, I'm not afraid.
If there's a cloud above, if it should rain, we'll let it.
But for tonight forget it, I'm in the mood for love

. . .


This moment, this minute
And each second in it
Will leave a glow upon the sky
And as time goes by, it will never die

This will be my shining hour
Calm and happy and bright
And in my dreams, your face will flower
Through the darkness of the night

Like the lights of home before me
Or an angel, who's watching o'er me
This will be my shining hour
'til I'm with you again

(Like the lights of home before me)
This will be my shining hour
'til I'm with you again

. . .


Speak low when you speak, love
Our summer day withers away too soon, too soon
Speak low when you
speak, love
Our moment is swift, like ships adrift, we're swept apart, too soon
Speak low, darling,
speak low
Love is a spark, lost in the dark too soon, too soon
I feel wherever I go that tomorrow is
near, tomorrow is here and always too soon
Time is so old and love so brief
Love is pure gold and time
a thief
We're late, darling, we're late
The curtain descends, ev'rything ends too soon, too soon
I
wait, darling, I wait
Will you speak low to me, speak love to me and soon

. . .


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 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 check, a total wreck, a flop,
But if baby, I'm the bottom, you're the top!

. . .


Way down among Brazilians
Coffee beans grow by the billions
So they've got to find those extra cups to fill
They've got an awful lot of coffee in Brazil

You can't get cherry soda
'Cause they've got to fill that quota
And the way things are I'll bet they never will
They've got a zillion tons of coffee in Brazil

No tea or tomato juice
You'll see no potato juice
The planters down in Santos all say no no no

The politician's daughter
Was accused of drinking water
And was fined a great big fifty dollar bill
They've got an awful lot of coffee in Brazil

You date a girl and find out later
She smells just like a percolator
Her perfume was made right on the grill
Why they could percolate the ocean in Brazil

And when their ham and eggs need savor
Coffee ketchup gives 'em flavor
Coffee pickles way outsell the dill
Why they put coffee in the coffee in Brazil

So your lead to the local color
Serving coffee with a cruller
Dunking doesn't take a lot of skill
They've got an awful lot of coffee in Brazil

. . .


It's quarter to three
There's no one in the place
Except you and me

So set em' up Joe
I got a little story
You oughta know
We're drinkin' my friend
To the end of a brief episosde

Make it one for my baby
And one more for the road

I got the routine
So drop another nickel
In the machine
I'm feelin' so bad
Wish you'd make the music
Pretty and sad
Could tell you alot
But you've gotta' be true to your code

So make it one for my baby
And one more for the road

You'd never know it
But buddy I'm a kind of poet
And I've got alot of things to say
And when I'm gloomy
Simply gotta listen to me

Till its all talked away

Well, that's how it goes
And Joe I know
You're gettin' pretty anxious to close
So thanks for the cheer
I hope you didn't mind,
My bend in your ear

This torch that I've found
must be drowned
Or it soon might explode.

So make it one for my baby
And one more for the road
That long, long road

. . .


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