Aint You Coming Back To Dixieland / I Can Hear The Ukuleles Calling Me medley (Fox Trot)

I tramp a mile, then sit a while A bumblebee there in the grass comes and stings me on my elbow. Is there anybody near us? No Well can anybody hear us? Springtime, summer, autumn, winter, So the seasons go, Sometimes we get them all at once With a little rain or snow. A sweet young bride then popped inside, Turned down the counterpane. A fork she stuck into the duck, It seemed to be in pain. When you call upon your girl You start to be polite. With her you start to bill and coo, the glass is falling, and she is too.

She took me up to London, the sights to let me see And when we arrived at St. Pancras the wife she said to me:. She took me by the hand into a picture gallery I saw a champion picture there, it fairly tickled me It was a woman in the sea with long hair on her head I was getting interested when the wife turned round and said:. The lights went out and all was dark and quiet as can be. Baby dear, baby dear, never mind the beer, come and look at these lads From the tripe plantations down in Wigan land — tally ho — ship ahoy. Somewhere out in Joo-Jah land in a forest fine and grand Miles and miles above the sea stands the mighty Joo-Jah tree.

Joo-Jah maidens young and fair, only wear a necklace to protect them from the air And they keep on shivering, shivering, shivering up the Joo-Jah tree. Who came to Sunday school with cherries on her lips? And who made the football team break training in the spring? Now who plays the clarinet and makes the darned thing wail? And who blows the trombone and he tells a woeful tale? And who plays the uke and nearly busted all his strings? Keep fit, dodge in and out, swing lefts and rights about, Each hit a mighty clout, whatever you do keep fit.

What a sensation, talk of the nation, How it travels round. In the talkies holding hands perhaps, All you girls and chaps, On each others laps, Hold tight, keep your seats please. If a lady speaker starts to bawl, I can prove to all, why you women fall, Hold tight keep your seats please. On the swing boats when you ladies go, Mind the crowds below, Take care what you show, Hold tight, keep your seats please.

Half past ten the neighbors then to bye-byes disappear Words of love float up above and this is what you hear. Kiss your mansy pansy, hold his handy pans Talking baby language nobody understands Kiss your mansy pansy, oh tootsy wootsy woo Kiss your mansy pansy, oh potsy wotsy do. Kiss your mansy pansy, hold his handy pans Talking baby language, nobody understands. Oh Kiss your mansy pansy go on tootsy wootsy woo. Kiss your mansy pansy oh potsy wotsy do. Kiss your mansy pansy, we want to be alone. Kiss your mansy pansy, and send the Pansy home. That widow started kissing me and tickling my ear, I tickled her, like a lad from Lancashire.

The Lancashire Hot Pot Swingers. They swing high and low for all they are worth, They ought to take another swing and swing off the earth. At dance halls they make such a din, the floor gives way and the roof falls in On the Lancashire Hot Pot Swingers. The cornet player no longer blows so he plays his cornet through his nose With the Lancashire Hot Pot Swingers. Their crooner we bought him a wreath because he swallowed his false teeth With the Lancashire Hot Pot Swingers. They soon made me change my name, and a real proper Spaniard I became.

Don Pedro, the great bull-fighting hero, the Lancashire toreador. They cheer me, and when the bull gets near me, To show how far a brave man can go with the bull I dance the Tango. I met a charming Senorita. That night, as she retired, she locked her bedroom door. She started to undress and timidly she looked round.

Why the Lancashire toreador. In the dead of night I ramble, Spanish castle walls I scramble. I saw a shadow above a girl in her boudoir. I climbed up her balcony, it started to sway. Oh me, oh my, I hope the little lady comes by. Have you ever seen the beauties of the Nile? Let me tell you what occurred when I was there.

I saw a beauty of the Nile, throwing stones at a crocodile On the left hand side of Egypt going in She smiled at me she did, took me into a pyramid. On the left hand side of Egypt going in. I took that beauty of the Nile, threw her in to a crocodile On the left hand side of Egypt coming out I saw a beauty of the Nile, throwing stones at a crocodile On the left hand side of Egypt going in. I saw a beauty of the Nile, throwing stones at a crocodile On the left hand side of Egypt coming in Like the Sheik of Araby I took her into a tent with me On the left hand side of Egypt going in.

She stole my gold watchcase, the works I keep in a secret place Lucky there was nothing else about She stole the empty case alright, but I gave her the works on the following night On the left hand side of Egypt coming out. Stand and face your lover, stand and face your lover Stand and face your lover, has anybody seen our cat. Hey, hey husbands listen to my story, I have just a brand new phrase to put you in your glory, So just collect your savings for a trip across the sea. Now then fellas, tell me what about it Are you going to come with me, or do you really doubt it.

All those in favour show their hands, like all good Britons do. She has broken her marriage vows, marriage vows, she knows how She has broken her marriage vows, my fair lady. Stand and face your lover, stand and face your lover Stand and face your lover, a-choo, all fall down. I stayed up till half past three — Letting the New Year in. I somehow got knocked off my feet, tore my trousers round the seat Then I went walking down the street — Letting the New Year in. We get surprises in galore — Letting the New Year in.

Sometimes a horse can prove a friend when Letting the New Year in. Last year just as midnight struck I was Letting the New Year in. With my blowlamp in my hand I was Letting the New Year in. I broke in a bank that night, a cop dashed in and held me tight. In my car I raced about, Letting the New Year in.

Sixty miles an hour all out,Letting the New Year in. Right bang through a house I crashed, in her bath a lady splashed. The organist as stiff as starch joined the rest at Marble Arch Who was it played the wedding march? You heard about a Captain who has just gained great renown He played his ukulele while his ship was going down, But some of you may not have heard the most important fact Of someone who was there and did a very gallant act. A fact we know is very plain, the ship went down in the angry main Who was it pulled it up again?

Now once we had a parliament but it would never go So they filled it up with animals out of a wild beast show. Soup should not be eaten with a sponge, oh no! Gargle it quite loudly like the big pots do. Watermelons make you rather damp behind the ears. Onions are pathetic and they make you melt in tears. When you eat these dainties you might get wet through So wear a bathing costume like the big pots do. If your playful hostess throws a roll at you Smack her with a jelly like the big pots do. I get no chance to rest indoors to make me fit for Monday So planned a wooden toolshed for a quiet nook on Sunday.

I built it in the garden with a lovely southern view. The dog can stretch his legs and the hen can lay her eggs In my little wooden toolshed in the garden. To croon was my intent, so to interview I went. The manager down at the Winter Garden. One day a book I made, and the favourite I laid In my little wooden toolshed in the garden.

So they all came and they backed it in the garden. Who gives you vodka strong, till your fortune all goes wrong Madam Moscovitch, the Moscow witch, the Russian gypsy queen. Yo ho heave ho, yo ho heave ho Madam Moscovitch, the Moscow witch, the Russian gypsy queen. The lion and the unicorn were fighting for the crown On the lawn from early morn.

Mr Wu no longer has a laundry, Sad to say the business was flop. Now little Chinese wifie each day is getting madder, Tearing her silk stockings, her husband makes her sadder. One night while on his beat, a couple he did meet They were cuddling in the shelter anyhow. Wu has gone they say. His Limehouse business now is closed, that had to lapse, But still his laundry training, is handy, perhaps. Our language so confuses him, he gets in a mix When ordered on parade one day, gosh what a fix. He goes out with his lady friend, Sally May Wong. Mother you give good advice, always you mean well.

Some castor oil they made me take, Oh! The day that I got married, my bride was all at sea As down the aisle she followed after my Little Goat and Me. Down on the farm a milkmaid as busy as can be This afternoon she milked three cows and My Little Goat and Me. A boss-eyed man was shooting at a shooting gallery He fired two shots and hit two bulls and My Little Goat and Me. When I was growing bigger, some plus fours I had made. When I bought them I was skinned, as I walked home the folks all grinned. For the three-bob sale price ticket was pinned on my plus fours. The first night after I was wed, my bride such nasty things she said Cos I was shy and went to bed in my plus fours.

A spout I climbed my girl to see, I jumped but a rusty nail caught me And hanging from her balcony were my plus fours. In a field I slept just near some calves, a farmer woke me through his laughs With a milkmaid he was playing draughts on my plus fours. It may not be so funny, but still it saves me money.

Playing at noughts and crosses with you. I called round last night, my best girl to see Felt in such a plight when she sat on my knee. On the day that I was born I was just ten minutes old. Sailor Joe got shipwrecked on a raft that pitched and rolled. Six fan dancers did their dance, six fan dancers bold. They only had five fans — so what? I saw some lovely bathing belles, Upon the beach they rolled. Do we have lovely time and get up at half past nine?

Oh you have no idea When we wake up half dead, do they bring us tea to bed? And does the sergeant tell us bed time stories every night Oh you have no idea. Oh you have no idea. When his charming voice is heard do we all give him the bird? Our old cookie is a treat and what he does to the meat Oh you have no idea. When he makes some Yorkshire Pud, is it 1ike a lump of wood? Do we tell him what to do with all those rissoles, on his dish? Now when we had the bums in they left our house so bare The only thing they left us was the old cane bottom chair. One morning Jessie Bailey, she sat the triplets there Our tom cat had a shower, neath the old cane bottom chair.

When I was young and skinny, the first time I sat there I slipped through the hole in the middle of the old cane bottom chair. And the old kitchen kettle keeps singing a song, singing a song for me. I have my ups I have my downs, but I keep smiling when the whole world frowns, Cos the old kitchen kettle keeps singing a song, singing a song for me. A cosy easy chair, to rock away my care, And just to make the picture quite complete. Oh, the old kitchen kettle keeps singing a song, singing a song for me. I may be rich, I may be poor, But when the wolves are howling round my door, Oh, the old kitchen kettle keeps singing a song, singing a song for me.

You may be smart you may be not, But could you keep singing on a place so hot. If you want to know the time, ask a policeman, The proper rhythmic time, ask a policeman. One step, two step, three step, four step, ragtime, jazz-time, swing,. The lads in blue are always on the beat. They all start waving and we wink a friendly eye,. Cowheel each time I go to sea To the waves I wave my hand and the waves wave back to me. On the boat express I ride, see us every day, Flashing by the countryside, picking flowers on the way.

A chap one day with a girl got gay, I saw them both caress, She got what for in the corridor on the Wigan Boat Express. On a steep incline one day, the train was standing still. Mrs Brown looked swell, but sad to tell on the door she tore her dress, And the sun shone gay through the permanent way on the Wigan Boat Express. Ordinary people like you and me, happy and contented as we can be. We can walk on air on our ordinary feet, Strolling hand in hand along an ordinary street.

My schoolgirl head was filled with idle fancies! But most of all by far I longed to be a star, The heroine of Hollywood romances! He sticks out his chest, two pillows in his vest, A bolster under his rotunda, oursergeant major. His medals break our hearts, he won them playing darts, And while competing, who was cheating? Now he makes raw recruits just tremble in their boots.

To us he is so good, be rough he never could, We never fear him; always cheer him, our sergeant major. A fellow in the forces was writing a letter From somewhere in the East, talk of a blinking feast. Join the forces, they used to say, and see the world it sounds O.

Our fat old cookie, Corporal Platt, is now as thin as a cricket bat, The sun got at his lump of fat, Out in the Middle East. La la la la la. Out in the Middle East you can have a lot of fun. Out in the Middle East by the Mediterranean. The Tattooed lady, what a gal, she lives down by the Suez Canal. That girl is tattooed all over for your close inspection.

On a pleasure cruise to drive away your blues, The pleasures of a pleasure cruise. One dark night I turn first left and right, my way I seemed to lose A honeymooning couple then created such a scene, Because I was discovered where the bridegroom should have been Oh, what a pleasure cruise, to drive away your blues, The pleasures of a pleasure cruise. My son he wanted knowledge, so I sent him to college, Eton and Oxford, Cambridge, too.

I mean to show my malice, buy him the Crystal Palace. I wanted relaxation so I took my vacation, down on the farm with friends I knew. So you met someone who set you back on your heels, goody, goody. And you met someone and now you know how it feels, goody, goody. So you gave him your heart too, just as I gave mine to you, And he broke it in little pieces now how do you do? Well you lie awake just singing the blues all night, goody, goody. Goody goody for him, goody goody for me. Cabbages and onions hurt my singing tones, But I like bananas because they have no bones. In that Radio Rodeo Hi-de-o Ho-de-o on the old bungalow town.

In a bedroom next door a girl lays on the floor doing physical jerks up and down. Through a hole in the wall, I take a sly peep end and when she starts bending I walk in my sleep In that Radio Rodeo Hi-de-o Ho-de-o on the old bungalow town. Boys and girls come out to play, learn to spell the modern way. Add a little hi-de-hi-de-ho and add a little water to the G — I — N. She had a pain so we sent for the vet. So come along and see me riding in the T. Hear the people cheer me when they see me steering backwards.

Down the hill I go at break-neck speed, See me coming down the street with the winning post on the pillion seat. Come along and see me riding in the T. Easier than hop scotch, beating all the top notch aces. Everybody scaring, I am such a daring rider. My inside rattles when I go the pace.

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Never go to Dr. Now once a great explorer went exploring Um Bom Pong, Out to catch the monkeys for the zoo. He saw a big gorilla waving gorgeous to and from Telling all the monkeys what to do. I go rolling around Piccadilly, making smoke come down me nose. Cheap cigarettes never touch my lips, I only collect those fag ends with gold tips. And the soldiers that should be on guard Are running round the fountains in Trafalgar Square.

Crippin looking haggard and thin. Love and laughter, makes you go dafter and dafter, Shortly after, came a lot of little chicks and a lot of little ducks. The old black crow instead of cawing all day sings so sweet. The donkey too, instead of braying, now goes tweet, tweet, tweet. So the little lambs now have pimples on their pork. To save a pub from fire she tried, dragged six barrels out with pride, And another five quarts of beer inside of Sally the Salvage Queen. Once there was an awful blast, gas was soon escaping fast. They stopped the gas main up at last, with Sally the Salvage Queen.

Wrapped up in an old dishcloth was a toilet set from Mrs. A crane they fixed above a pit, they hauled it up but had a fit, Hooked by her slacks on the end of it, was Sally the Salvage Queen. She can shift cocktails that are mixed in pails, Till her nose turns red and blue, Temperamental, Sentimental Lou.

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Sometimes she can be as sad as a camel with two humps,. She will dance and strip and shake her hip and shake the dance floor too, Temperamental, Sentimental Lou. When she starts to cough her hat blows off and her ears start flapping too, Temperamental, Sentimental Lou.

Sometimes she can be as sad as a camel with the mumps,. The girls always make a fuss, over strapping cavemen like us But we all share and share alike, just like real good pals. They share everything with me, they play the game, I do the same They all just give and take, and it works out fine. Mabel was an able girl when she was very small Even learnt to speak, Latin, French and Greek But there is a little word she never can recall Cos she never uses it at all.

Something old, something new, something borrowed, something blue Is an adage old so it must be true and it seems of everything you must have two. Technicians estimated that an evening in her arms Would generate sufficient heat to sound the fire alarms. She has me in a daze, my brain has just refused to function She leads me round at such a pace she must have jet propulsion. Now married men just use your brains and take a tip from me.

I said what, and you a butcher with a chopper and a knife? Sitting on the ice in the ice rink, Sitting on the ice with my skates on. Jingle bells, jingle bells, jingle all the way We had some fun on the run in a one-horse open sleigh. She was a perfect little blonde and not so very old. Sitting on the ice in the ice rink, Sitting on the ice with her skates on. Oh how hot she must have felt, She sat upon the ice and the ice began to melt.

We landed home at half past two, I rang the front door bell. The buttons bust off my trousers, I got into such a tangle. The courting couples side by side all hug each other tight, Many chaps have got a lot to answer for through sitting on the sands all night. The tide comes up and all your clothes are soon washed out of sight, Then you walk home in a little seaweed shirt, through sitting on the sands all night. A kilted Scotchman climbed the tower and reached the dizzy heights, With electric torches there were fifty girls, sitting on the sands all night.

The nursemaid lost the twins one day, but found them quite alright, With a hat-pin picking at the winkles they were sitting on the sands all night. Once I had a nursemaid who was extra nice, in the park was paradise When a soldier kissed her on the same place twice, I was sitting pretty with my fingers crossed. One night in the pictures with my girl Yvonne, the lights went out one by one Half an hour later when the lights went on, I was sitting pretty with my fingers crossed. Once I nursed a girl, her husband he came along He went for me, he did , good and strong, the cad.

I was sitting pretty with my fingers crossed.. Though the world seems upside down, do not wear a frown Just show them how we feel. A Saxon king of long ago, he never read what husbands ought to know. The king is sixty-nine next spring, the bride a healthy strong young thing.

They elope to Gretna Green, the village blacksmith keeps the party clean. We must do our duty nowadays, and fire spotting happens to be mine. And I go spotting on the top of Blackpool Tower When the evening shadows fall. Spotting on the top of Blackpool Tower When the evening shadows fall. Down there on the sandhills I hear the happy throng One girl with her boyfriend kept bursting into song. One girl came to help me, her name was Mary Hope. Why does our curate Mr Stocks call around on Goldilocks And rattle his collecting box springtimes here again. One day last week I got caught on the hop A tramp on my chest started grilling a chop.

Swing Mister, swing sister, give yourself some fun. Swing Mama, swing papa, keep yourself alive. Sharp on the stroke of nine we went, an hour in a lavender field we spent That put the dogs right off the scent, Tan Tan Tivvy Tally Ho. Tally Ho, then the horn began to blow, and away we start to go With a hi gee up and a hi gee whoa. Tan Tan Tivvy Tally Ho. Up and down, we were bobbing up and down, I was next to Mrs. The dogs were keen and deserving praise, They followed the fox down various ways For eleven more months and ten more days, Tan Tan Tivvy Tally Ho.

Bring your own Yoicks and your Tally Tally Ho, and a hunting we will go. John Bull has written a message and sent it off by clipper plane today. Oh what a wonderful message, now let me tell you what it had to say. A local doctor one night needed something put right, And he wanted a handy man. The Sultan need not be jealous, a good lad I will be. Now when I learned to play the ukulele, I used to practice day and night. They laughed when I started to play, they laughed so hearty. Now once I watched a game of water polo, With players from a ladies school. They laughed when I started to play, oh how they laughed so hearty.

In goal, I paddled about, a big ball in the water soon I started to clout. Each time, that it came bobbing back, well I smacked it away. Thirty thirsty sailors sailing on the sea. Yo ho ho and bottle of rum puts hair upon your chest. Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum puts hair upon your chest. Girls will tell each other when the night is through Never was so much done for so many by so few. Over the hills and dales. Over the slugs and snails. We shared the suit between us but we found it too tight She had got the left leg on so I put on the right.

One kiss it begun at a quarter to one and it lasted till half past three. To shut the window one day I tried, I banged it in a hurry with my head still in side. When I was doing some fishing, a girl strayed round about. Unconditional Surrender from the one that I adore. Every time I ask for kisses, every time I hold your hand, All you say is if — or maybe, I find it hard to understand. Unconditional Surrender, just a plain straightforward yes. A miser old once hid his gold beneath a ruined tree.

My girl and I we set out to try and find that LSD. That miser was wiser than ever I could be, He blessed his wealth then he blessed himself, but he put a curse on me. I dug around the fungus plants, Bitten by a million ants, And a swarm of bees settled down my pants, Under the blasted oak. While searching for that LSD, A flock of pigeons in the tree, Soon showed me what they thought of me Under the blasted oak. Suddenly a silence fell, A ghost appeared, I gave a yell. To prove that ghost was just a cheat, I gently lifted up his sheet, And kicked him in the dark retreat, under the blasted oak.

Now his family are the placid type who never get perturbed But he is highly strung and always seems to be disturbed. Let the clouds roll by and the clear blue sky Bring the sunshine back again. Raise your voice aloud and be mighty proud To sing a Victory refrain. As the days emerge, we are on the verge Of the most exciting news. As a single voice let us all rejoice, Goodbye to blues. Our Thomas cat will never stray from the washhouse at the back. The flute I practise every night in the washhouse at the back It thrills our servant with delight in the washhouse at the back. An aeroplane nose-dived one day near the washhouse at the back.

The one thing that got in its way was the washhouse in the back. That aeroplane in our back yard smashed every fence and windowpane Then it swooped up in the sky again with the washhouse on its back. Wu and his Chinese girl are getting married today. All the folks who use his laundry, will be there to see them married wet or fine And the little church will sure be decorated, with the washing off the backyard line. At the wedding, at the wedding, at the wedding of Mr.

They broke a piece of china, then the marriage vow was read, She took him home and broke a lovely tea-set on his head At the wedding, at the wedding, at the wedding of Mr. But we re back home now at last. It was the wrong time to leave the little wife To leave the little sweetheart at the right time of her life. When the lads of the village get cracking and the whole platoon turns out Off we go, rain or snow, just like proper soldiers all in a row.

When the lads of the village get cracking down the road On the road to Victory. Now a poacher for fun went bang with his gun at a rabbit near a tree. At diving for cover the rabbit is fast But when he heard that gun go off the rabbit was last. When the lads of the village get cracking down the road to victory. Now a girl on the land was waving her hand as friendly as can be. Now we ran a dance it was full of romance, and did we have fun oh gee. We looked for the colonel and found the old chap Practising manoeuvres with a girl on his lap.

Home guards guard our waterworks, protection they require But we got in hot water when the waterworks caught fire Our corporal started to undress, he looked like Adam more or less And he wore a sprig of watercress when the waterworks caught fire. Fire guards and home guards, they answered the call. Red guards and white guards and blaggards and all. Our air raid warden took a jump he might have drowned the silly chump But his wife grabbed hold of his stirrup pump when the waterworks caught fire. Several ducks from Farmer Cleggs staggered out on shakey legs And started laying hard boiled eggs when the waterworks caught fire.

Stripping off their coats and slacks ladies scrubbed each others backs The home guard paid amusement tax when the waterworks caught fire. One girl showed her figure fine, then she hit a floating mine Just below the water line, when the waterworks caught fire. We will make our home just like a one price happiness store, There will be just you and me and maybe two or three more. We will make our home just like a one price happiness store, There will be just you and me and maybe three or four more.

Who are you a shoving of, who do you think you be Who are you a shoving of, keep your hands off me. Who are you a shoving of, kindly let me be. A chap worked in a quarry with a load of dynamite He lit his pipe and dropped the match and set the stuff alight. There was a handsome soldier boy who sat down in the park Beside a pretty nursemaid who looked ready for a lark. He said it seems a silly way to take a trip to town. They pushed him out and heard him shout as he went floating down — oi!

A nasty little U boat came a snooping round the fleet A couple of destroyers thought he ought to have a treat. They dropped a little egg or two, there was a mighty plop. Then Cap-it-an Von Stinkle-bum came gurgling to the top. Now I know fellows worse than me bow-legged and boss-eyed, Walking out with lovely women clinging to their side. Look at Empress Josephine, the most attractive women that ever was seen, Yet Napoleon short and fat captivates a lovely looking dame like that. Last night I went I out walking, my intentions were to click, But the sights I saw while walking out, they nearly made me sick.

I must admit I saw some girls, attractive little dears Arm in arm with ugly men with cauliflower ears. What can the attraction be? Now I went for my holidays down to the gay seaside, I saw a lot of things there being hidden by the tide. The way some women jumped around the man there in the sea Made me think that there is still a good chance left for me. With one eye and one arm gone west, she ran like the devil and she grabbed the rest. Now I go window cleaning to earn an honest bob. Honeymooning couples too, you should see them bill and coo. We love one another we do we do We do we do we do we do With brotherly love and it's true it's true It's true it's true it's true it's true It's one for all, the big and small, It's always me for you; No matter the weather when we get together We drink a toast or two.

When out for a good time we go we go We go we go we go we go There's nothing we do that is slow is slow Is slow is slow is slow is slow Of joy we get our share you bet, The gang will tell you so; No matter the weather when we get together We sing this song you know:. Here we are a gang of jolly men. And we like the nut brown ale, What the deuce do we care Bill!

Oh mother, dear, a little tear is gleaming in your eye. Your lips are all a-tremble as you hear me say "good-bye. From Maine to dear old Dixie they shoulder arms with joy. So long, my dear old lady, don't you cry. Just kiss your grown up baby boy good-bye. Somewhere in France I'll be dreaming of you, You and your dear eyes of blue. Come let me see you smile before we part.

I'll throw a kiss to cheer your dear old heart. Dry the tear in your eye, don't you sigh, don't you cry. So long, mother, kiss your boy good-bye. Oh mother, dear, each volunteer must say good-bye today. Some leave a love who may forget when he has marched away. But I leave one who'll not forget that's why I'm mighty glad, For you're the only sweet-heart that I have ever had. I heard a pickaninny crying, Down in Tennessee one night. His little heart was nearly breaking, Just because he wasn't white. Then his dear old Mammy kissed him, And she said, "Child, don't you sigh.

Weep no more, my baby. You better dry your eyes my little coal black rose, and don't you sigh. You better go to sleep and let those eyelids close, oh hush-a-bye. Cause you're dark don't start apining, You're a cloud with a silver lining. Though every old crow thinks his babe am white as snow, Your dear old Mammy knows you are mighty like a rose. And when the angels gave those kinky curls to you, so curlicue; They put a sunbeam in your disposition too, that's true.

The reason you're so black I s'pose, They forgot to give your Mammy a talcum powder chamois. So don't you cry, don't you sigh, 'Cause you're Mammy's little coal black rose. And then I saw that dear old Mammy, Kiss those baby tears away. While in her arms the baby nestled, Happy as a child at play. Then she whispered, "Mammy loves you, You're as sweet as 'possum pie. Go to sleep, my baby, While your Mammy sings a lullaby. You better dry your eyes my little coal black rose, and hush-a-bye.

You better go to sleep and let those eyelids close, oh don't you sigh. I was wishing that I had the riches to buy, All my dreams as I sat by the fire. What a life I would live, what could riches not give, What more could a heart desire? When my poor little mother drew close to my side, "There are some things, my child, you can't buy," she replied:. You can't buy your sunshine at twilight, You can't buy the moonlight at dawn. You can't buy your youth when you're growing old, Nor the life when the heartbeat is gone.

You can't buy your way into heaven, Though wealth may hold power untold. And when you lose your mother, you can't buy another, If you had all the world and its gold. Mother's eyes beam on me, in their depths I can see, Light of love far more precious than gold; Silver threads in her hair, and her brow lined with care, Tell me she is growing old.

Then I see that the teardrops are dimming her eyes, As she smiles through her tears, I can't help realize:. You can't buy the sunshine at twilight, You can't buy the moonlight at dawn. Jimmy was a soldier brave and bold, Katy was a maid with hair of gold. Like an act of fate, Kate was standing at the gate, Watching all the boys while on parade. Kate smiled with a twinkle in her eye, Jim said, "M-M-Meet you b-b-bye and bye. K-K-K-Katy, beautiful Katy, You're the only g-g-g-girl that I adore, When the m-m-m-moon shines over the c-c-c-cowshed, I'll be waiting at the k-k-k-kitchen door.

No one ever looked so nice and neat, No one could be just as cute and sweet, That's what Jimmy thought, when the wedding ring he bought, Soon he'll go to France the foe to meet. Jimmy thought he'd like to take a chance, See if he could make the Kaiser dance, Stepping to a tune, all about the silvery moon, This is what they'll hear in far off France:.

That was some hike. Oh, look at the fair one. Why, that's Jimmy's bride. Jimmy, come on over. It's against the r-r-r-rules and r-r-r-regula Aw, write it to her. They'll be sounding taps before he can tell it. You better come over here, Katy. All right, I will. Say, wouldn't Jimmy make a fine officer? I'll bet it took him a long time to propose. Oh, Jimmy, oh say can't you get a pass for tonight?

A jolly bunch of tars are we, We love to sail the deep blue sea, And sing and sing, and sing so merrily so merrily. A sailor's life is so full of joy, And all the girlies love sailor boys, That's why that's why the reason why the reason why , We love to sail the deep blue sea. Oh, Captain, is the transport in the danger zone yet?

Yes, but while it's more dangerous right here there's danger everywhere on the sea. But don't worry; you Red Cross girls would be the first to be taken care of. Oh, we're not worrying any more than the boys are. We're on our way across the foam, To fight for those we left at home sweet home, Are we downhearted? We're doggone glad that we can go. Say, that's a pretty good song. But I can sing a better one! My name's Hicky Hank and I used to sing soprani in our village choir!

Well, go ahead and show the boys up, Hank. Well, I'll be darned if I don't! You're all right, Hank. What does he do aboard? Why he's a gunner. A torpedo, Captain, on the starboard bow. Take a zigzag course. Rumble Gosh we missed it by twenty feet. When you get the range, fire! The u-boat's gone under, we must have hit her. She's coming up astern! She's blown to pieces! Where's the man that fired that shot? Yes, indeed some boy. Everyone wants a little sunshine, And we can make it come to stay, If we all help at one time, We'll drive the clouds away.

Mothers are smiling though they're longing, For those who are away, I know of one who wrote to her son, Hear what she had to say:. I'm over here, you're over there, And every night I say this prayer, Though I cannot be there, To bear your troubles and care, I hope you'll do your share. It will comfort me so, You'll always be my baby to me, In dreams I seem to see, You back on my knee, You know the victory must be won, And it's up to you, my son. We'll do our share while you're over there.

Picture the boy who gets the letter, He starts to read, "My darling boy," Then he feels so much better, His heart just fills with joy. Knowing his mother doesn't worry, Knowing we're with him too, By candlelight, he reads every night, Her letter through and through. A nurse was passing by a cot where a wounded Sammy lay, Lay dreaming night and day, of his old home far away. She asked him, "Won't you tell me what would drive away that frown? Bring me a letter from my old home town, One with some jokes from my old pal, Jim Brown, Bring me a letter from that girl of mine, Saying that she's longing for me all the time.

Bring me a letter from my proud old dad, Who knows that we are winning and I'll bet he's glad. But more than any other, a line from my old mother, Bring me a letter from my home town. I've had a lot of comforts, nurse, from my little comfort kit, And things that women knit, they have always done their bit. The only thing that cheers me when my spirits are way down, And I've the blues, is to get good news from those in my old town.

Sweet Snow Deer mine, moon's a-shine through the pine, While Mohawks sleep, let us creep through the vale. Your cowboy lover your heart will cover. Don't hesitate, it is late, ponies wait For you and me by the tree in the dale. Hear tom-toms beating, let's hit the trail. My pretty Snow Deer, say you will go, dear, From your side I'll never part, every trail leads to your heart.

It's time to marry, no time to tarry. Let me carry you from here, my sweet Snow Deer. The red men come, bullets hum, there'll be some Left on the trail, I can't fail, cling to me. We'll crown the story with love and glory. Now after all must I fall, hear my call, And fly away while we may, can't you see, Those ranch lights gleaming, safe there we'll be.

Beneath the light of a bright starry night, Sang a lonely little Indian maid, "No lover's sweet serenade has ever won me. Your voice is ringing, my Silver Bell. Under its spell I've come to tell you Of the love I am bringing o'er hill and dell. Happy we'll dwell, my Silver Bell. For many moons, many spoons, many tunes Woke the echoes of the still summer night. As down the stream gleaming bright, they floated dreaming. In his canoe, only two sat to woo, And they listened to the sigh of the breeze That seemed to sing in the trees this sweet refrain: Willie Meek though good at grammar, When he'd speak he'd always stammer, And when he tried, Then he'd be mortified, He'd call on a girl named Helen, Most every day.

He'd start sighin' like a dyin' calf and then he'd say:. Oh Helen please be mine, Your f-feat I swear I will be true, Oh Dam Oh Damsel I love you. Oh Helen please be mine, Your feat Helen's daddy went for Willy, Ripping mad he knocked him silly. Now her father doesn't bother, When he says each night:. Oh Helen please be mine, Y-you simp Oh Helen please be mine, You simp Reuben, Reuben, I've been thinking, Said his wifey dear; Now that all is peaceful and calm, The boys will soon be back on the farm; Mister Reuben, started winking, And slowly rubbed his chin, by heck! He pulled his chair up close to mother, And he asked her with a grin, Say!

How ya goin' to keep 'em, down on the farm, After they've seen Paree? How ya goin' to keep 'em away from Broadway, Jazzin' aroun', and paintin' the town? How ya goin' to keep 'em away from harm? They'll never want to see a rake or plow, And who the deuce can parley vous a cow? How ya goin' to keep 'em down on the farm, After they've seen Paree?

Reuben, Reuben, you're mistaken, Said his wifey dear; Once a farmer, always a jay, And farmers always stick to the hay; Mother Reuben, I'm not faking, Though you may think it strange; But wine and women play the mischief, With a boy who's loose with change. What seems to be the matter? Oh, yes there is now. Come on, out with it. Well, it's just this. How is it that you appear to know so much about jazzing around, as ya call it, and paintin' the town, and this here parley vooin', hmph, whatever that is. Well, now, hmph, hmph. Well, you see, Mother, why by gosh, I guess I put my foot in it.

Why uh, I heard Deacon Treadway talkin' about it. Well, excuse me, Reuben. Oh, that's all right, Mother, mistakes are bound to happen in the best of families. Imagine Reuben when he meets his pa, He'll kiss his cheek and holler "oo-la-la! Every winter you will notice that the birdies in the sky, To the south will always fly. Now perhaps you're wondering why? It's a land of sunshine and the only place a real wise bird should be. There's a lot of good things waiting there down there for you and me:. Just to make our clothes the cotton grows in dear old Alabam', Each hungry mouth looks to the South for sweet Virginia ham.

From Tennessee comes melody that's played by every band, And if you're talking of chicken, Oh! Louisiana sugar is sweeter than the rose, Just thank old Carolina that's where Bull Durham grows. If you're dreaming of a girl to love that's the place to win her hand, Take my advice, anything is nice if it comes from Dixieland. Dixie, Dixie is a garden far away from snow and ice. It's a perfect paradise and the home of everything nice. Everybody loves it 'cause they know about its many different charms, Like a mother she will welcome you she will with open arms.

From Tennessee comes melody that's played by every band, And if you're lookin' for chicken, Oh! When you're blue and things go wrong with you, Don't try to share it, grin and bear it, And your dreams are sure to come true. When you're sad, just make believe you're glad, And all the world will smile with you. Have a smile for everyone you meet, And everyone will have a smile for you. Every mile along life's busy street Is filled with friendship true. Each tomorrow brings new sorrow, So why borrow tears?

The thing to do is: Have a smile for everyone you meet, And they will have a smile for you. When you fear the days because they're drear', Don't you regret it, just forget it, And the sun is sure to appear. Pride and pluck will always bring good luck, So keep on smiling while you're here. Tears may mean a heart is broken, Tears may drive the blues away.

Tears may fall when you remember, One you loved in a bygone day. And there are tears that cry for kisses, Like the rose for the rain above. But the tears I prize in someone's pretty eyes, Are the beautiful tears of love. Every time I look into your roguish eyes, Sure I can see you're planning on some new surprise. I wonder if you really know how hard 'tis to forget, Those loving, precious hours, which fill me with regret; Your voice speaks to me from the breeze, your lips smile with the rose: Can hearts so soon forget the past, your heart must surely know. Why did you come into my life and teach me, The dearest, sweetest of love's melodies, Why did you show to me love's deepest pleasures, When I was, Oh!

My heart, it knew no sorrow or love's madness, Why did you, did you come into my life? There is a kiss from lips I miss which woke my slumb'ring heart, I miss a glance from eyes of blue, from them 'tis hard to part; I miss a tender, loving smile, a gentle, sweet caress, But oh, what anguish tears my heart, your lips I cannot press. Down the shady pathway in the valley, Two sweethearts strolled content and free from care. Were dreaming love's young dream, of a cottage by the stream, The song of birds and fragrance filled the air.

And he told the story old, The sweetest ever told:. I've seen the Roses of Picardy, I've seen the poppies of Flander's Field, I've seen the shamrock of Erin's Isle, I've seen the lotus that only Egypt can yield, I've seen the sunset in purpling skies, I've seen the love light in Mother's eyes, I've seen the woodland, the brook, the heavens of blue, But they all faded away like a dream when I met you. In a quiet home down in the valley, Two sweethearts sat within the fire light's glow, In the sunset of their lives, far away from stress and strife, Were living o'er the days of long ago.

They were dreaming of the day, When first she heard him say: It's an ill wind that blows nobody good, nobody Blows nobody good they say. Breeze that lovely breeze that blew my gal away, my gal away I've had the blues all day the blues all day since early morn. She was my blushing bride, so hear my plea. Hear me beggin' you upon my knees, Blow her back, sweet evening breeze. Blow my baby back to me. Blow my baby back to me, sweet evening breeze. Music teachers, music creatures, here's a song for you. Every kiddie knows this ditty, and you know it too.

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It won't take long to learn this song, now here's just what you do. You've heard chopsticks, plain old chopsticks, Played by every kid. It may sound strange, but times have changed, Here's something that I did. I took a chop, and took a stick, And shook 'em in a bag. And when I finished with the trick, I found I had a rag. First you play this strain, try it once again, And you'll find you have a sweet refrain.

Then it goes like this, and it goes like that. If you follow me you won't go flat. Now comes chopsticks, ragtime chopsticks, With two fingers, just like fiddlesticks. Tick, tick, tick, tick, like a clock ticks, It's an easy trick. And now there's eenie meanie minie moe, Catch him by the toe. If he hollers let him go, The rest of the words I don't know. Back to chopsticks, ragtime chopsticks, With two fingers, just like fiddlesticks.

I'm a long way from home, and my thoughts ever roam To old Erin far over the sea; For my heart it is there, where the skies are so fair, And old Ireland is calling for me. I want to go back to that tumble-down shack Where the wild roses bloom round the door; Just to pillow my head in that old trundle bed.

Just to see my old mother once more. There's a bright gleaming light guiding me home tonight, Down the long road of white cobblestones; Down the road that leads back to that tumble-down shack, To that tumble-down shack in Athlone. There are eyes that are sad as they watch for a lad In the old-fashioned town of Athlone; And I pray for the day when I'm sailing away To old Ireland and mother, my own.

Sweetheart it pains me to question you, but I seem to doubt you, Dear. Last night when you said that you loved only me, was all that you whispered sincere? Did you mean every fond caress, can you really and truly say yes? Did you mean every thing that you told me, last night when you said you'd be true? Did you mean every word that my anxious heart heard, every kiss that you gave to me, too?

Are the castles I built all to vanish, will my hopes and my dreams be belied? I just want to know, for I do love you so, did you mean all you told me last night? Tell me, must I go on dreaming, Dear, yes, dreaming of love and you? How can I believe that you really love me, as much as you've said that you do? Is all of my happiness mine, Did you mean every word, every line? Whistle I wonder where that gal is? I done walked up and down here so much that my socks are spats.

Oh, there she is now. Say, where you been, honey? Oh, I been out lookin' at the cows. Well, how is all the cows and little cowlicks? Oh, they's all well. How's all your folk? Oh, my folks is well. My folks ain't no cows. Papa's gonna take you to a party tonight. You ain't gonna take me to no party. The last time you took me to one you disgraced me. How come I disgraced you?

What did you do when that nice lady asked you to pass her the nutcracker? Well, what did I do? You turned right around and passed her a beer bottle. Well, that was the best nutcracker I could find. But what did you say when that nice lady passed you the ice cream? What did I say?

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You say, "Lady, I always likes my pudding hot. Gal, you so ignorant, you ain't got no brains. Yes, and if brains was a disease, you'd have the leprosy. Ah, now honey, don't go let's arguefy, cause:. Honey the moon am shining. I can see it, I ain't blind. Honey my heart am pinin'. Man, you done lost your mind! Now, honey, if you go to the party with me Hmph! Let all our high-tone rivals see.

In a week or two, What will you do? That's when I'll marry you. I ain't your honey. See Old Man Moon smile. I can see him smilin'. You ain't got no style. When we get to the party we'll make things hum. And if they start a'fightin' that's when you'll run. Oh yes, you will! I say I won't! I say you will! Don't call me honey! Why won't you go to the party with me, honey? You come from a running family. I saw your old daddy runnin' so fast one day that when he turned the corner his vest pocket dipped sand. Yeah, and your old pappy run so fast that they see the bottom of his feet so often that they think he's layin' down.

Keep on and I'm going to hit you so hard that your shirt'll run up and down your back like a window shade. Yeah, and if I ever swing this wicked left of mine at you and miss ya, the breeze from it will give you pneumonia. Keep on pestercating and one more clean shirt's going to do you! That woman mean, there.

I better square myself. Say, honey, come on. Give me a little kiss. I'm a nigger that don't have to coax no woman to kiss me, 'cause the ladies calls me "Sweet Papa Charlie", tree top tall and black, but sweet, Oh Lord! Yeah, and don't forget that I'm some high yellow and chocolate to the bone. Yeah, you is that, honey. You know I loves you honey, and my heart is right. Yes, every time I see your face I get a fright. Oh yes, I do! I say you don't! I say I do! Now he's back to business in his father's place.

Sunday night I saw him with a smiling face. When I asked why he felt so happy, Johnny chuckled with glee. He winked his eye, and made this reply: I got the guy who used to be my captain, Working for me. He wanted work, so I made him a clerk, In my father's factory. And by and by I'm gonna have him Wrapped in work up to his brow. I make him open the office every morning at eight, I come around about four hours late.

Everything comes to those who wait. I got my captain working for me now. He's not worth what I have to pay him, But I'll never complain. I've agreed to give him fifty dollars per. It's worth twice as much to hear him call me "Sir. Out in the hall at my beck and call, With a feather duster standing on guard. When he comes into the office he gets up on his feet, Stands at attention, and gives me his seat. Who was it said, "Revenge is sweet! There's a sweet old story you have heard before, Here among the daisies let me tell it o'er: Only say you love me, for I love you well, Answer with a kiss, dear, daisies never tell.

Daisies won't tell, dear, come kiss me do, Tell me you love me, say you'll be true, And I will promise always to be Tender and faithful, Sweetheart, to thee. In a dream I fancied you were by my side, While I gathered daisies one long chain you tied. Round us both I wound it, close I held you, too. Daisies never tell, Dear, make that dream come true.

On the old farm house veranda there sat Silas and Miranda, Thinking of the days gone by. Said he "Dearie don't be weary, you were always bright and cheery. But a tear, dear, dims your eye. It was in the same old bonnet with the same blue ribbon on it, In the old shay, by his side, That he drove her up to Dover through the same old fields of clover, To become his happy bride.

The birds were sweetly singing and the same old bells were ringing, As they passed the quaint old church where they were wed. And that night when stars were gleaming, the old couple lay a dreaming, Dreaming of the words he said. I just dropped in to see you all and say, I leave today, I'm on my way. I'm on my way I'm goin' back to sunny Dixieland, That's why I came to shake you by the hand. Mister Captain, don't fail me, just hurry and sail me, To that gal of mine. Floatin' down, my honey, floatin' down, Floatin' on the river down to Cotton town. Just hear that whistle toot, toot tootin' away, And those darkies singin', banjos ringin' till the break of day.

Honey lamb, my little honey lamb, I'll come back to you and Alabam'; While fields of sugar cane seem to welcome me again, Floatin' down to Cotton town. Just see those southern roses 'long the shore, There's just one more I'm longin' for. I'm longin' for The cotton blossoms in the moonlight fair, Remind me of my Mammy's snow white hair. Mister Captain, you've hurried, but don't keep me worried, Land me there right soon:.

Just hear that whistle toot, toot tootin' away, And those darkies singin'; Honey lamb, my little honey lamb, I'll come back to you and Alabam'; While fields of sugar cane seem to welcome me again, Floatin' down to Cotton town. Everybody's going to the picnic today. Gwine to have jolly time. Yes, and some jazz band to make up jazz. And the singing will be fine.

Look out son, You'll pop a mainspring! Gal, let's harmonize a little. All right, I'm ready. All ready, let's go. Ha, I'm a singer, ain't I boy? You is that and you's my gal. I wouldn't have you cause you got cancers on the hair! What you mean by cancers on the hair? You can't comb it and don't you try. Well don't forget that I'm a handsome fastidious gentleman. Why coon, if I was as ugly as you I'd look up to the good Lord and ask to be dismissed. You might do that but still you's my gal.

Never count your chickens before they hatch. Now that's a fine way to talk. That ain't the way to say that! Well, how should I have said it? You should have said never calculate on your juvenile poultry before the proper process of incubation has been fully materialized.

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Man, you's the cat's number when it comes to talk, ain't you? Gal, I knowed Mr. Yeah, I used to run with his dogs. Aw, go on coon, you got the swinney. Only horses get the swinney. I know, but mules get it too.

Well I ain't no mule. No, your ears are too long. Yeah, my ears are too Listen, gal to the steamboat whistle. I can hear it, Henry Jones. You know that means there's a picnic today. I know that, Henry Jones. So I've come to take my gal Hmph! You're my gal, now ain't you, Sal? Man, be on your way. Don't make me laugh, Henry Jones. I'll call you Sal. Make me lose my happy home. You know I loves you honey like I never did before. I swear you like the rent man always knocking at my door. Wait'll Charlie sees you. I don't care nothing about him.

You say you don't well listen Mister man. Charlie's second name is Samson and he sure can fight. If I swing my wicked left at him he'll die of fright. And I'll still say you're my gal. You sure is a persistent coon. You know, you make me sick. Well, you don't make me feel any too well. And another thing, coon, you don't know how to love. I don't know how to love, huh? What it takes to love, I'm broke out with it. And you know, you only brung that other guy in to make me jealous, because you know that Charles was born in Texas, raised in Tennessee.

And he'll die in Alabama if he messes with me. Yes, I'm your gal. Flowers all year round everywhere are found, There I left the ones that I love best. Golden Gate, Golden Gate, by the sea, Someone's waiting, waiting there for me. When my good ship comes a'sailing, Happy I will be. Open wide, swing aside, Golden Gate, Hear me calling, calling to my mate.

So drive away sadness, bring back the gladness, Golden Gate, open for me. Every day a year, every sigh a tear, Since I left the land of sunny clime. Days just seem to fly, clouds have drifted by, I'll be back in orange blossom time. Most every night I turn down the light. So I can sit there and dream. I always see you. Do you see me, too? Somehow your face seems to beam. Granny my own, I seem to hear you calling me. Granny my own, you are my sweetest memory.

When my mammy used to droop her eyes, tired as she could be. Then I'd creep right up into your arms, and you'd croon to me. When I'm alone I long to kiss your silvery hair. Granny my own, you were in every single prayer. If up in heaven angels reign supreme, among the angels you must be the queen. Granny my own, I miss you more and more. Can't hold my tears back, can't bring the years back, Still I'm not lonesome or blue.

You must be near me, I know you hear me. My guiding star must be you. Wonderful girls, I've met them and I gave them all my heart. Wonderful boys, I loved them and they fooled me from the start. Goodbye to Vampire beauties, not for me. No more the Broadway cuties, I can see. I've made up my mind to mind a modest maid made up like you. There's nobody else will do. There's nobody else but you. There's nobody else, there's nobody else but you, Can put me through the little things you do. I've made up my mind to mind a modest maid made up Lovely!

Made up my mind to mind a modest boy made up like you. I've made up my mind to mind a modest boy made up Lovely! I've made up my mind to mind a modest maid boy made up like you dear, just you. Shadows, deep purple shadows, A silver moon shows where the Nile. Incense enthralling, romance is calling, Calling in voice divine, the choice is mine. Desert Love, the moon above, Wakens wondrous memories.

Star dimpled waters of that olden Nile, Recall the radiance of your golden smile. Egypt's skies are in your eyes, Flashing bits of paradise. What bliss is in your kisses, My own little Desert Love. Flower of Egypt's bower, Through every hour my love is true. Comes night a'stealing, God's light revealing, Love's light glows on anew, you know it, too. Pretty little Rainbow, let me see you smile again. I'll kiss your tears all away. Like a ray of light that's shining through the night, You're guiding me on Love's way.

To the little place where I have built a little home, All that I need there is you. The light that's in your eyes can make a paradise, of my wigwam that's built for two. Johnny was bashful and shy. Nobody understood why Mary loved him. All the other girls passed him by. Everyone wanted to know How she could pick such a beau. With a twinkle in her eye She made this reply:.

He's kind of scared in a mob but when he talks on the phone, You'd be surprised. He doesn't look like much of a lover, But you can't judge a book by its cover. He's got the face of an angel But there's a devil in his eyes. He's such a delicate thing but when he squeezes your hand, You'd be surprised. He's scared to death in a boat but when you get him on land, You'd be surprised. At a party or at a ball I must admit he's nothing at all. But when he takes you home, You'd be surprised. Mary continued to praise Johnny's remarkable ways To the ladies, And you know advertising pays.

Now Johnny's never alone. He has the busiest phone. Almost every other day A new girl will say:. I know he looks as slow as the Erie, But you don't know the half of it, Dearie. He's got the face of an Eskimo, But there's fire in his eyes. He doesn't say very much but when he starts in to talk, You'd be surprised. He isn't much standing still but when we're out for a walk, You'd be surprised.

I'll admit he doesn't look smart, He don't impress you right from the start, But in a week or two, You'd be surprised. King Ramses went to pieces seven thousand years ago, And passed a law that Egypt must go dry. He took the liquors from the "Slickers" all the way to Jericho, But kept his little toddy on the sly. The desert of Sahara flowed with honey so they say, Till prohibition came along and dried it up one day.

Sahara, we sympathize with you. Sahara, we'll soon be dry like you. I know why Cleopatra put that snake against her skin. She lost her mind completely when she lost her Gordon Gin. Omar Khayyam took a leap into his caravan, Grabbed his jug of wine and then he flew. And ever since all those Egyptians move their funny arms so queer. They got that way from reaching for imaginary steins of beer. Sahara, Sahara, We'll soon be dry like you. All the fakirs turned milk shakers when they heard the awful news. No more the Arabs sang Mohammed's praise. The camels halted and revolted when they took away the booze, And traveled without water seven days.

They brought the news to Cairo and the folks were all surprised. The shock was so intense they say they all got paralyzed. Now I've found out the reason for the silence of the mighty Sphinx. Her throat got dry, she couldn't talk when they came and took away her drinks. I've got the old Sahara prohibition blues.

Free as the birds in the air, Flying with never a care, Wand'ring about like the evening breeze, Through the trees where we please, Follow our whims while we may, 'Tis the happiest way, Fortune has smiled from the sky above, For neither of us is in love. Love is just a game we two are playing. Love is nothing but a game of chance. For the one who chooses very often looses, Love is never sure to be romance. Danger always lurks in Cupid's arrows, But he hasn't aimed at you and me. If you are thinking of some other girl to love, You may always know that you are free.

Someday of course you will find, Love has left friendship behind. Just how it happens no one can say, But someday there's a way. Love is a tyrant I know, And I'm glad it is so. When you are captured your freedom ends, So let us go on being friends. Where is the man who is glad to bow to the plan, That he give up all of his life to his wife, From his wedding day? Why should he try when he can't forget with a sigh, All his old loves.

Ask any man for the truth, And he will say:. I love the girls, girls, girls just the same, And being wed cannot kill the flame. There is the same old charm in flirtation, With a maid half afraid. And when she looks at me with a smile, I know it's girls make life worth the while. Now I must leave them, forget them, but love them, A husband I, little girls, good bye. Now must I part from the girls who, deep in my heart, I have thought I'd love all my life, for my wife, Never would agree.

Many a man has declared he knows that he can, Give his past up. That may be fine for the rest, But not for me. Now I must leave them, forget them, but love them, So dearest girls, good bye. I'm going to leave you, What, again? I'll let you, but I'll bet you that you'll regret this day. This isn't the first time, you've said that before. I'm not crying, you're through forever more. Wait'll you see What'll I see? Wait'll you miss those kisses that you got from me. You think you're clever. For me you cry. But now you'll never Never what? Just wait'll you see What'll I see? Don't make me laugh.

You'll change that smile when someone else has filled your place. Don't be so sure.