posted on April 1, 2001 08:40:23 PM new
Whatever Lola wants, Lola gets
And little man, little Lola wants you
Make up your mind to have, no regrets
Recline yourself, resign yourself you're through
I always get, what I aim for
And your heart and soul, is what I came for.
Whatever Lola wants, Lola gets
Take off your coat, Don't you know you can't win
You're no exception to the rule,
I'm irrezeestable you fool, Give in
(give in, you'll never win)
posted on April 1, 2001 09:19:42 PM new
Comin' to ya on a dusty road
Good lovin' I got a truck load
And when you get it you got something
So don't worry cause I'm coming
I'm a soul man
I'm a soul man
I'm a soul man
I'm a soul man
Got what I got the hard way
And I'll make it better each and every day
So honey don't you fret
Cause you ain't seen nothing yet
I'm a soul man
I'm a soul man
Play it Steve!
I'm a soul man
I'm a soul man
Listen
I was brought up on a side street
I learned how to love before I could eat
I was educated from good stock
When I start lovin' I just can't stop
I'm a soul man
I'm a soul man
I'm a soul man
I'm a soul man
Well grab the rope and I'll pull you in
Give you hope and be your only boyfriend
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I'm a soul man
I'm a soul man
You're a soul man
I'm a soul man
I'm a soul man
I'm a soul man
posted on April 1, 2001 09:42:34 PM new
I've got the stuff that you want
I've got the thing that you need
I've got more than enough
To make you drop to your knees
Cause I'm the queen of the night
The queen of the night
Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah
Don't make no difference if I'm wrong or I'm right
I've got the feeling and I'm willing tonight
Well I ain't nobody's angel
What can I say, I'm just that way
I've got the stuff that you want
I've got the thing that you need
I've got more than enough
To make you drop to your knees
Cause I'm the queen of the night
The queen of the night
Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah
You've got a problem with the way that I am
They say I'm trouble and I don't give a damn
But when I'm bad I know I'm better
I just want to get you, and turn it up for you
I've got the stuff that you want
I've got the thing that you need
I've got more than enough
To make you drop to your knees
Cause I'm the queen of the night
The queen of the night
Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah
posted on April 2, 2001 11:12:39 AM newShe came in through the bathroom window
Protected by a silver spoon
But now she sucks her thumb and wanders
By the banks of her own lagoon
Didn't anybody tell her?
Didn't anybody see?
Sunday's on the phone to Monday,
Tuesday's on the phone to me
She said she'd always been a dancer
She worked at 15 clubs a day
And though she thought I knew the answer
Well I knew what I could not say.
And so I quit the police department
And got myself a steady job
And though she tried her best to help me
She could steal but she could not rob
Didn't anybody tell her?
Didn't anybody see?
Sunday's on the phone to Monday,
Tuesday's on the phone to me
Oh yeah...
posted on April 2, 2001 01:24:47 PM new
Wednesday morning at five o'clock as the day begings
Silently closing her bedroom door
Leaving the note that she hoped would say more
She goes downstairs to the kitchen clutching her hankerchief
Quietly turing the backdoor key
Stepping outside she is free.
She (We gave her most of our lives)
is leaving (Sacraficed most of our lives)
home (We gave her everything money could buy)
She's leaving home after living alone
For so many years. Bye, bye
Father snores as his wife gets into her dressing gown
Picks up the letter that's lying there
Standing alone at the top of the stairs
She breaks down and cries to her husband
Daddy our baby's gone.
Why would she treat us so thoughtlessly
How could she do this to me.
She (We never though of ourselves)
Is leaving (Never a thought for ourselves)
home (We struggled hard all our lives to get by)
She's leaving home after living alone
For so many years. Bye, bye
Friday morning at nine o'clock she is far away
Waiting to keep the appointment she made
Meeting a man from the motor trade.
She What did we do that was wrong
Is having We didn't know it was wrong
Fun Fun is the one thing that money can't buy
Something inside that was always denied
For so many years. Bye, Bye
She's leaving home bye bye
[ edited by zilvy on Apr 2, 2001 01:41 PM ]
posted on April 2, 2001 04:35:24 PM newHome, home on the range
Where the deer and the antelope play
Where seldom is heard
A discouraging word
And the skies are not cloudy all day.
posted on April 2, 2001 06:13:55 PM new
(show me a home where the buffalo roam and
the deer and the antelope play) and I'll
show you one MESSY living room
posted on April 2, 2001 09:50:30 PM new
He remembers the first time he met her
He remembers the first thing she said
He remembers the first time he held her
And the night that she came to his bed
He remembers her sweet way of singin’
Honey has somethin’ gone wrong
He remembers the fun and the teasin’
And the reason he wrote her this song
I’ll give you a daisy a day, dear.
I’ll give you a daisy a day
I’ll love you until the rivers run still
And the four winds we know blow away
They would walk down the street in the evenin’
And for years I would see them go by
And their love that was more than the clothes that they wore
Could be seen in the gleam of their eye
As a kid they would take me for candy
And I loved to go taggin’ along
We’d hold hands while we walked to the corner
And the old man would sing ‘er his song
I’ll give you a daisy a day, dear.
I’ll give you a daisy a day
I’ll love you until the rivers run still
And the four winds we know blow away
Now he walks down the street in the evenin’
And he stops by the old candy store
And I somehow believe he’s believin’
He’s holdin’ ‘er hand like before
For he feels all her love walkin’ with him
And he smiles at the things she might say
Then the old man walks up to the hilltop
And gives her a daisy a day
I’ll give you a daisy a day, dear.
I’ll give you a daisy a day
I’ll love you until the rivers run still
And the four winds we know blow away
posted on April 2, 2001 10:21:41 PM new
You ask me how much I need you
Must I explain
I need you oh my darling
Like roses need rain
You ask how long I'll love you
I'll tell you true
Until the Twelfth of Never
I'll still be loving you
Hold me close
Never let me go
Hold me close
Melt my heart like April snow
I'll love you 'til the bluebells
Forget to bloom
I'll love you 'til the clover
Has lost its perfume
And I'll love you 'til the poets
Run out of rhyme
Until the Twelfth of Never
And that's a long, long time
posted on April 2, 2001 10:59:56 PM new
Kiss me once, then kiss me twice
And kiss me once again
It's been a long, long time.
Haven't felt like this, my dear
Since can't remember when
It's been a long, long time.
You'll never know how many dreams
I've dreamed about you
Or just how empty they all seemed without you
So kiss me once, then kiss me twice
Then kiss me once again
It's been a long, long time
posted on April 3, 2001 06:19:49 AM new
Oh Bunni (just an aside) that song really
reminded me of the mid 40's I used to love
that one as a kid...Maybe the Modernairs?
Not sure about that...WOW am I old,
old, old!!
posted on April 3, 2001 07:42:12 AM new
You shake my nerves and you rattle my brain
Too much love drives a man insane
You broke my will, oh what a thrill
Goodness gracious great balls of fire
I learned to love all of Hollywood money
You came along and you moved me honey
I changed my mind, looking fine
Goodness gracious great balls of fire
You kissed me baby, woo.....it feels good
Hold me baby, learn to let me love you like a lover should
Your fine, so kind
I'm a nervous world that your mine mine mine mine-ine
I cut my nails and I quiver my thumb
I'm really nervous but it sure is fun
Come on baby, you drive me crazy
Goodness gracious great balls of fire
Well kiss me baby, woo-oooooo....it feels good
Hold me baby
I want to love you like a lover should
Your fine, so kind
I got this world that your mine mine mine mine-ine
I cut my nails and I quiver my thumb
I'm real nervous 'cause it sure is fun
Come on baba, you drive me crazy
Goodness gracious great balls of fire
I say goodness gracious great balls of fire...oooh...
Zilvy: I never heard the Modernaires do it--I grew up with the Bing Crosby version Harry James, Stan Kenton & Charlie Spivak also did versions of it, but Crosby's is about the best IMO.
[ edited by bunnicula on Apr 3, 2001 07:44 AM ]
posted on April 3, 2001 08:02:51 AM newCRAZY, I'M CRAZY FOR FEELING SO LONELY
I'M CRAZY, CRAZY FOR FEELING SO BLUE
I KNEW YOU'D LOVE ME AS LONG AS YOU WANTED
WORRY, WHY DO I LET MYSELF WORRY
OH CRAZY, FOR THINKIN' THAT MY LOVE COULD HOLD YOU
I'M CRAZY FOR TRYIN', AND CRAZY FOR CRYIN'
AND I'M CRAZY FOR LOVIN' YOU
CRAZY, FOR THINKIN' THAT MY LOVE COULD HOLD YOU
I'M CRAZY FOR TRYIN', AND CRAZY FOR CRYIN'
AND I'M CRAZY FOR LOVIN' YOU
posted on April 3, 2001 10:24:41 PM new
Happiness is...A good meal, a good martini, a good cigar and a good woman, or a bad woman. It depends on how much happiness you can stand!!!
