Was he badly mistaken or guided As he wondered his valley built in silence He'd cover his face to speak as he chewed off his finger, to the bone The haze
Of all the boys I've known and I've known some Before I first met you I was lonesome But then you came in sight, my heart grew light And this whole world
Boogie Woogie (Bugle Boy Of Company B) He was a famous trumpet man from out chicago way. He had a boogie style that no one else could play. He was the
I look and stare so deep in your eyes I touch on you more and more every time When you leave I'm begging you not to go Call your name two, three times
I got the heebies, I got the heebie jeebies And I'm talking about Got the heebie jebbie blues We fall in love Come on now just a little bit joy say Baby
Woke up this morning with a strange sense of dread Brewed my own coffee, made my own bed No breakfast laid out, no freshly baked bread I had a pop tart
He was a famous trumpet man from out Chicago way He had a boogie style that no one else could play He was the top man at his craft But then his number
it's a quarter to three There's a mess of moonlight, won't you share it with me?" "Well", I answered, "Baby, don't you know that it's rude To keep my sisters
At first I was afraid, I was petrified Kept thinkin' I could never live without you by my side But I spent, oh so many nights Just thinkin' how you did
Once I had a love and it was a gas Soon turned out had a heart of glass Seemed like the real thing, only to find Much of mistrust, love's gone behind
I love coffee, I love tea I love the java jive and it loves me Coffee and tea and the java and me A cup, a cup, a cup, a cup, a cup I love java sweet
I bought another dinner for one I sit and watch some pointless re-run And the tears fall down 'Cause this is not what I had planned I stare at all the
What good is melody, what good is music If it ain't possessin' something sweet? Nah, it ain't the melody and it ain't the music There's something else
Mr. Sandman, bring me a dream Make him the cutest that I've ever seen Give him two lips like roses and clover Then tell him that his lonesome nights are
I don't care what the weatherman says When the weatherman says it's raining You'll never hear me complaining I'm certain up sun'll shine I don't care
Sisters, sisters There were never such devoted sisters Never had to have a chaperoned, no sir I'm here to keep my eye on her Caring, sharing Every little
Soho nights were my favourite They were the nights, so full of flavour Fun was free, and talk was cheap Drinks were dirty like the streets! Soho nights
In the cool of the evening When everything is getting kind of groovy You call me up and ask me Would I like to go with you and see a movie? First I say
