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  • #139512

    the great peggy lee from lady and the tramp

    I’ve wined and dined on Mulligan Stew, and never wished for Turkey
    As I hitched and hiked and grifted too, from Maine to Albuquerque
    Alas, I missed the Beaux Arts Ball, and what is twice as sad
    I was never at a party where they honored Noel Ca-ad (Coward)
    But social circles spin too fast for me
    My “hobohemia” is the place to be

    I get too hungry, for dinner at eight
    I like the theater, but never come late
    I never bother, with people I hate
    That’s why the lady is a tramp

    I don’t like crap games, with barons and earls
    Won’t go to Harlem, in ermine and pearls
    Won’t dish the dirt, with the rest of the girls
    That’s why the lady is a tramp

    I like the free, fresh wind in her hair
    Life without care
    I’m broke, it’s o’k
    Hate California, it’s cold and it’s damp
    That’s why the lady is a tramp

    I go to Coney, the beach is divine
    I go to ballgames, the bleachers are fine
    I follow Winchell, and read every line
    That’s why the lady is a tramp

    I like a prizefight, that isn’t a fake
    I love the rowing, on Central Park lake
    I go to Opera and stay wide awake
    That’s why the lady is a tramp

    I like the green grass under my shoes
    What can I lose, I’m flat, that’s that
    I’m alone when I lower my lamp
    That’s why the lady is a tramp

    #139513

    this ones for the very sexy sgt pepper :wink: 8)

    I know someday I’ll go back again to Ireland
    If my dear old wife would only pass away
    She nearly has my heart broke with her nagging
    She’s got a mouth as big as Galway Bay

    See her drinking sixteen pints of Pabst Blue Ribbon
    And then she can walk home without a sway
    If the sea were beer instead of salty water
    She would live and die in Galway Bay

    See her drinking sixteen pints at Pat Joe Murphy’s
    And the barman says, “I think it’s time to go.”
    And she did not try to speak to him in Gaelic
    A language that the clergy do not know

    On her back she has tattoed a map of Ireland
    And when she takes her bath on Saturday
    She rubs the Sunlight soap around by Claddagh
    Just to watch the suds run down by Galway Bay!

    #139514

    and for sgt …….how could i ferget this one me mum used to sing it a lot lol (yup after one or 2 makesons)

    Now Delaney had a donkey that everyone admired
    Temporarily lazy and permanently tired
    A leg at every corner balancing his head
    And a tail to let you know which end he wanted to be fed
    Riley slyly said we’ve underrated it, why not train it, then they took a rag
    They rubbed it, scrubbed it, they oiled and embrocated it
    Got it at the post and when the starter dropped the flag
    There was Riley pushin’ it, shovin’ it, shushin’ it
    Hogan, Logan and everyone in town
    Lined up, attackin’ it and shovin’ it and smackin’ it
    They might as well have tried to push the Town Hall down
    The donkey was eyein’ them, openly defyin’ them
    Winkin’, blinkin’ and twistin’ out of place
    Riley reversin’ it, everybody cursin’ it
    The day Delaney’s donkey ran the halfmile race

    The muscles of the mighty never known to flinch
    They couldn’t move the donkey a quarter of an inch
    Delaney lay exhausted, hangin’ round his throat
    With a grip just like a Scotsman on the five pound note
    Starter, Carter, he lined up with the rest of them
    When it saw them, it was willin’ then
    It raced up, braced up, ready for the best of them
    They started off to cheer it but it changed its mind again
    And there was Riley pushin’ it, shovin’ it, shushin’ it
    Hogan, Logan and Mary Ann Macgraw
    She started pokin’ it an’ grabbin’ it an’ chokin’ it
    It kicked her in the bustle and it laughed hee-hah
    The whigs and conservatives, the radical superlatives
    Liberals and tories, they hurried to the place
    Stood there in unity, helpin’ the community
    The day Delaney’s donkey ran the halfmile race

    #139515

    A hank Williams song also covered by Norah Jones

    I tried so hard my dear to show that youre my every dream.
    Yet youre afraid each thing I do is just some evil scheme
    A memory from your lonesome past keeps us so far apart
    Why cant I free your doubtful mind and melt your cold cold heart

    Another love before my time made your heart sad and blue
    And so my heart is paying now for things I didnt do
    In anger unkind words are said that make the teardrops start
    Why cant I free your doubtful mind,and melt your cold cold heart

    Youll never know how much it hurts to see you sat and cry
    You know you need and want my love yet youre afraid to try
    Why do you run and hide from lies,to try it just aint smart
    Why cant I free your doubtful mind and melt your cold cold heart

    There was a time when I believed that you belonged to me
    But now I know your heart is shackled to a memory
    The more I learn to care for you,the more we drift apart
    Why cant I free your doubtful mind and melt your cold cold heart

    #139516

    Come with me
    And you’ll be
    In a world of
    Pure imagination
    Take a look
    And you’ll see
    Into your imagination

    We’ll begin
    With a spin
    Traveling in
    The world of my creation
    What we’ll see
    Will defy
    Explanation

    If you want to view paradise
    Simply look around and view it
    Anything you want to, do it
    Wanta change the world?
    There’s nothing
    To it

    There is no
    Life I know
    To compare with
    Pure imagination
    Living there
    You’ll be free
    If you truly wish to be

    If you want to view paradise
    Simply look around and view it
    Anything you want to, do it
    Wanta change the world?
    There’s nothing
    To it

    There is no
    Life I know
    To compare with
    Pure imagination
    Living there
    You’ll be free
    If you truly
    Wish to be

    Pure imagination ~ Willy Wonka

    #139517

    Now you say you’re lonely
    You cry the whole night through
    Well, you can cry me a river, cry me a river
    I cried a river over you

    Now you say you’re sorry
    For bein’ so untrue
    Well, you can cry me a river, cry me a river
    I cried a river over you

    You drove me, nearly drove me out of my head
    While you never shed a tear
    Remember, I remember all that you said
    Told me love was too plebeian
    Told me you were through with me and
    Now you say you love me
    Well, just to prove you do
    Come on and cry me a river, cry me a river
    I cried a river over you

    I cried a river over you
    I cried a river over you
    I cried a river over you

    Cry me a river ~ Julie London

    #139518

    @sharongooner wrote:

    Come with me
    And you’ll be
    In a world of
    Pure imagination
    Take a look
    And you’ll see
    Into your imagination

    We’ll begin
    With a spin
    Traveling in
    The world of my creation
    What we’ll see
    Will defy
    Explanation

    If you want to view paradise
    Simply look around and view it
    Anything you want to, do it
    Wanta change the world?
    There’s nothing
    To it

    There is no
    Life I know
    To compare with
    Pure imagination
    Living there
    You’ll be free
    If you truly wish to be

    If you want to view paradise
    Simply look around and view it
    Anything you want to, do it
    Wanta change the world?
    There’s nothing
    To it

    There is no
    Life I know
    To compare with
    Pure imagination
    Living there
    You’ll be free
    If you truly
    Wish to be

    Pure imagination ~ Willy Wonka

    i love that film sharon lol ……..spose that says it all ay lol xxxx

    #139519

    I think there is a child in all of us Cath, :wink: that song brings mine out of me x

    #139520

    @sharongooner wrote:

    I think there is a child in all of us Cath, :wink: that song brings mine out of me x

    theres always been a child here ,
    she lives deep within my soul,
    she refuses to join this grown up world,
    and refuses to get old!!
    she sees the wonderment in a sky full of stars,
    rejoices when winters done,
    when the world awakens with colour once again,
    yes my child still lives within. :wink: :wink:

    #139521

    Maybe far away,
    Or maybe real near by.
    He may be pouring her coffee.
    She may be straightening his tie.
    Maybe in a house,
    All hidden by a hill.
    She’s sitting playin’ piano.
    He’s sitting payin’ a bill.

    Betcha’ they’re young.
    Betcha’ they’re smart.
    Bet they collect things like ash trays and art.
    Betcha’ they’re good.
    Why shouldn’t they be?
    Their one mistake was giving up me…..

    So…..maybe now its time
    And maybe when I wake
    They’ll be there calling me baby
    Maybe…..

    Betcha’ he reads.
    Betcha’ she sews.
    Maybe she’s made me a closet of clothes.
    Maybe they’re strict,
    As straight as a line.
    Don’t really care as long as they’re mine…..

    So…..maybe now this prayer’s,
    The last one of its kind
    Won’t you please, come get your baby?

    Maybe…..

    from “Annie”

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