The Lyrics |
Latest update 13 January 2007 by Bob Ames
I put up a page for the Poetry a while back, so this one logically followed.
This went through a major update in November 2005 when David Freeman picked apart every entry and looked up the attributions and lyrics.
The Godwulf Manuscript
Winter Wonderland
Mrs. Robinson
The Sweetheart of Sigma Chi
God Save the Child
Oh, what a beautiful morning
God bless the child
My Prayer
Boogie-Woogie Bugle Boy of Company B
Mortal Stakes
Summertime
Ol' man river
Easter Bonnet
I bought you violets for your furs
Buttons and bows
There'll always be an England
Chatanooga Choo Choo
Carolina in the morning
When you and I were young, Maggie
Good Old Siwash
High Noon
Promised Land
Stereophonic sound
Old cape cod
Love and marriage
The Judas Goat
A nightingale sang in Berkley Square
England swings like a pendulum do
Singing in the rain
Still Water (Love)
These foolish things
Oh! Susanna
My heart stood still
With a little help from my friends
Do nothing till you here from me
No more Mr. Nice Guy
A foggy day in London Town
There'll be Blue Birds over the White Cliffs of Dover
Looking for Rachel Wallace
My one and only love
Zing went the strings of my heart
(Ah, the Apple Trees) When the world was young
Captain Corcoran
Joltin' Joe DiMaggio
Early Autumn
Early Autumn
For you
It might as well be spring
Bibbidi-bobbidi-boo
A Savage Place
Some Enchanted
Evening
Born in a Trunk
Ceremony
I'll remember April
Spring is here
Love is a many splendored thing
The Widening Gyre
Alfie
Over the River and Through the Woods
Over the Hills and Far Away
Me and Bobby McGee
It might as well be spring
Button up your overcoat
The Impossible Dream
Valediction
High Noon
Saturday night is the loneliest night of the week
It might as well be spring
Live for life
A Catskill Eagle
Civilizization (Bongo, Bongo,Bongo)
The Sound of Music
Happy Trails
Sixteen tons
Taming a Sea Horse
That old black magic
Manhattan
New York state of mind
Lullaby of Broadway
Something cool
You wonderful you
My attorney Bernie
Pale Kings and Princes
I love a parade
Midnight Sun
As time goes by
Crimson Joy
You go to my head
Proud Mary
Mad dogs and Englishmen
Playmates
New York, New York
Stardust
Deck the halls
America the beautiful
Pastime
Wind beneath my wings
The eggplant that ate Chicago
Concord Hymn
A good man is hard to find
(Ah the Apple Trees) When the world was young
Fit as a fiddle
The Second Time Around
Double Deuce
And when I die
No business like show business
American Pie
Paper Doll
Paper Doll
Home on the range
Camelot
Let the good times roll
Walking Shadow
I got rhythm
Lucky in love
You're so vain
Two sleepy people
Summertime
Since I fell for you
Hit the road, Jack
Ya got trouble
Sixteen tons
True love never runs smooth
Bewitched, bothered and bewildered
Thin Air
Kisses sweeter than wine
Little Green Apples
Proud Mary
Chance
When Joanna loved me
Evelina
Subterranean Homesick Blues
Concord Hymn
Ticket to ride
School's out
Small Vices
Thanks for the Memory
Mrs. Robinson
Boola Boola
Route 66
Sudden Mischief
A good man is hard to find
Good Golly Miss Molly
Modern Major General
Lush Life
The last farewell
Big Yellow Taxi
Hush Money
I've got a crush on you
Rum and Coca-Cola
Louie Louie
True love never runs smooth
They can't take that away from me
Younger than springtime
The Victors
Hugger Mugger
Day in, day out
Georgia on my mind
Love makes the world go round - Ollie Jones
Love makes the world go round - Carnival, Lili
Love makes the world go round - The Powerpuff Girls
What's love got to do with it
The last farewell
San Francisco
California here I come
(I left my heart) In San Francisco
Hostess with the mostes'
Potshot
The twelfth of never
Mad dogs and Englishmen
Let the good times roll
I only have eyes for you
Route 66
Home on the range
Girls just want to have fun
Always on my mind
Viva Las Vegas
Widow's Walk
Me and My Shadow
Those were the days my friend
Hot Diggity (Dog Diggity)
Younger than Springtime
Ol' man river
Faraway Places
Lush Life
One for my Baby
Back Story
Fight Fiercely, Harvard
Bad Business
But not for me
On a Clear Day
Let's Get Away from it All
Take me out to the Ball Game
Singing in the Rain
All Our Yesterdays
I know my love
Soon It's Gonna Rain
Take me out to the Ballgame
Gigi
Perish Twice
A good man is hard to find
The music goes round and round
The candy man
On the sunny side of the street
Shrink Rap
I'll remember you
Camelot
Is that all there is
Crazy moon
I thought about you
Everything happens to me
I'm gonna go fishing (and catch me a trout)
Melancholy Baby
I am woman
This could be the start of
something big
I'll remember April
The times, they are a-changing.
Winter Wonderland
Words: Dick Smith Music: Felix Bernard
Intro:
Over the ground lies a mantle of white,
A heaven of diamonds shine down through the night
Two hearts are thrillin' in spite of the chill in the weather.
Love knows no season, love knows no clime,
Romance can blossom any old time,
Here in the open we're walking and hoping together! Together...
Together... to-geth-er...
Sleigh bells ring, are you listening
In the lane, snow is glistening
A beautiful sight, we're happy tonight
Walkin' in a winter wonderland
Gone away is the bluebird
Here to stay is a new bird
He sings a love song as we go along
Walkin' in a winter wonderland
In the meadow we can build a snowman
Then pretend that he is Parson Brown
He'll say are you married
We'll so no man,
But you can do the job when you're in town
Later on we'll conspire
As we dream by the fire
To face unafraid
The plans that we made
Walkin' in a winter wonderland
Mentioned in The Godwulf Manuscript ch. 11
Words by Byron D. Stokes Music by F. Dudleigh Vernor
When the world goes wrong, as it's bound to do
And you've broken Dan Cupid's bow
And you long for the girl you used to love
the maid of the long ago
Why light your pipe, bid sorrow avaunt,
Blow the smoke from your alter of dreams
And wreathe the face of your dream-girl there
The love that is just what it seems.
The girl of my dreams is the sweetest girl
Of all the girls I know
Each sweet co-ed, like a rainbow trail
Fades in the after glow
The blue of her eyes and the gold of her hair
Are a blend of the western sky
And the moonlight beams
On the girl of my dreams
She's the Sweetheart of Sigma Chi.
Mentioned in The Godwulf Manuscript ch. 19
Oh! What a Beautiful Morning
Words: Oscar Hammerstein II Music: Richard Rodgers
From the Broadway musical Oklahoma! 1943
There's a bright golden haze on the meadow
There's a bright golden haze on the meadow
The corn is as high as an elephant's eye
And it looks like it's climbing clear up to the sky
Oh, what a beautiful mornin', oh what a beautiful day
I got a beautiful feelin' everything's goin' my way
All the sounds of the earth are like music
All the sounds of the earth are like music
The breeze is so busy it don't miss a tree
And the little ole willow is laughin' at me
Oh, what a beautiful mornin', oh, what a beautiful day
I got a beautiful feelin' everything's goin' my way
Mentioned in God Save the Child ch. 1
God Bless the Child
by Billie Holiday and Arthur Herzog Jr.
Them that's got shall get
Them that's not shall lose
So the Bible said and it still is news
Mama may have, Papa may have
But God bless the child that's got his own
That's got his own
Yes, the strong gets more
While the weak ones fade
Empty pockets don't ever make the grade
Mama may have, Papa may have
But God bless the child that's got his own
That's got his own
Money, you've got lots of friends
Crowding round the door
When you're gone, spending ends
They don't come no more
Rich relations give
Crust of bread and such
You can help yourself
But don't take too much
Mama may have, Papa may have
But God bless the child that's got his own
That's got his own
Mama may have, Papa may have
But God bless the child that's got his own
That's got his own
He just worry 'bout nothin'
Cause he's got his own
Mentioned in God Save the Child (title)
My Prayer
Words: Jimmy Kennedy Music: Georges Boulanger
When the twilight is gone
and no songbirds are singing.
When the twilight is gone
You come into my heart
and here in my heart you will stay
while I pray.
My prayer
is to linger with you
at the end of the day
in a dream that's divine.
My prayer is a rapture in blue
with the world far away
and your lips close to mine.
Tonight while our hearts are aglow
Oh! tell me the words
that I'm longing to know.
My prayer
and the answer you give
may they still be the same
for as long as we live.
That you'll always be there
at the end of my prayer.
Mentioned in God Save the Child, ch. 19
Boogie Woogie Bugle Boy
Words: Hughie Prince
Music: Don Raye
He was a famous trumpet man from old 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 came up and he was gone with the draft
He's in the army now, a-blowin' reveille
He's the boogie-woogie bugle boy of Company B
They made him blow a bugle for his Uncle Sam
It really brought him down, because he couldn't jam
The Captain seemed to understand
Because the next day the Cap' went out and drafted a band
And now the company jumps when he plays reveille
He's the boogie-woogie bugle boy of Company B
A-toot a-toot, a-toot diddle-ee-ada-toot
He blows it eight to the bar
In boogie rhythm
He can't blow a note unless the bass and guitar
Is playin' with 'im
He makes the company jump when he plays reveille
He's the boogie-woogie bugle boy of Company B
He was the boogie-woogie bugle boy of Company B
And when he plays boogie-woogie bugle
He's as busy as a bzz bee
And when he plays he makes the company jump
Eight to the bar
He's the boogie-woogie bugle boy of Company B
Toot toot toot
Toot diddle-ee-ada-toot-diddle-ee-ada
Toot toot he blows it eight to the bar
He can't blow a note
If the bass and guitar isn't with 'im
A-and the company jumps when he plays reveille
He's the boogie-woogie bugle boy of Company B
He puts the boys to sleep with boogie every night
And wakes them up the same way in the early bright
They clap their hands and stamp their feet
Because they know how he plays
When someone gives him a beat
He really breaks it up when he plays reveille
He's the boogie-woogie bugle boy of Company B
A-and the company jumps when he plays reveille
He's the boogie-woogie bugle boy of Company B
Mentioned in God Save the Child, ch. 20
Words: DuBose Heyward and Ira Gershwin
Music: George Gershwin
From the 1935 musical Porgy and Bess
Summertime, an' the livin' is easy
Fish are jumpin' an' the cotton is high
Oh, Yo daddy's rich an' yo' ma is good lookin'
So hush, little baby, don't you cry
One of these mornin's, you goin' to rise up singin'
Then you'll spread yo' wings an' you'll take to the sky
But till that mornin', there's a nothin' can harm you
With daddy & mammy standin' by
Mentioned in Mortal Stakes ch. 1, Walking Shadow ch. 22.
Ol' Man River
Words: Oscar Hammerstein II Music: Jerome Kern
From the musical Show Boat 1927
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 ja-ail
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
Mentioned in Mortal Stakes ch. 10, Widow's Walk ch. 39
Words and music by Irving Berlin
From the film Easter Parade, 1948
Never saw you look quite so pretty before
Never saw you dress quite so handsome - what's more
I could hardly wait to keep our date
This lovely Easter morning
And my heart beat fast as I came through the door
For...
In your Easter bonnet, with all the frills upon it
You'll be the grandest fella in the Easter parade.
I'll be all in clover, and when they look us over
We'll be the proudest couple in the Easter parade.
On the avenue, Fifth Avenue,
The photographers will snap us
And you'll find that you're in the rotogravure.
Oh, I could write a sonnet, about your Easter bonnet
And of the guy I'm taking to the Easter Parade.
On the avenue, Fifth Avenue,
The photographers will snap us
And you'll find that you're in the rotogravure.
Oh, I could write a sonnet
About your Easter bonnet
And of the girl I'm taking to the Easter Parade.
Mentioned in Mortal Stakes ch. 12
Words: Tom Adair Music: Matt Dennis
In was winter in Manhattan
Falling snowflakes filled the air
The streets were covered with a film of ice
But a little simple magic
That I'd heard about somewhere
Chanced the weather all around
Just within a trice
I bought you violets for you furs
And it was spring for a while, remember
I bought you violets for you furs
And there was April in that December
The snow drifted down on the flowers
And it melted where I lay
The snow looked like dew on the blossoms
As on a summer day
I bought you violets for your furs
And there was blue in the winter sky
Then you pinned the violets to your furs
And gave a lift to the crowds passing by
You smiled at me so sweetly
Since then one thought occurs
Then we fell in love completely
The day that I bought you
Violets for your furs
Mentioned in Mortal Stakes ch.13
Words and music by Jay Livingstone and Ray Evans
From the movie Paleface, 1948
East is east and west is west
And the wrong one I have chose
Let's go where I'll keep on wearin'
Those frills and flowers and buttons and bows
Rings and things and buttons and bows
Don't bury me in this prairie
Take me where the cement grows
Let's move down to some big town
Where they love a gal by the cut o' her clothes
And I'll stand out
In buttons and bows
I'll love you in buckskin
Or skirts that I've homespun
But I'll love ya' longer, stronger where
Yer friends don't tote a gun
My bones denounce the buckboard bounce
And the cactus hurts my toes
Let's vamoose where gals keep usin'
Those silks and satins and linen that shows
And I'm all yours in buttons and bows
Gimme eastern trimmin' where women are women
In high silk hose and peek-a-boo clothes
And French perfume that rocks the room
And I'm all yours in buttons and bows
Mentioned in Mortal Stakes ch. 17
by Ross Parker and Hughie Charles
From the 1941 film Nice Girl?
There'll always be an England,
While there's a country lane.
Wherever there's a cottage small
Beside a field of grain
There'll always be an England
While there's a busy street.
Wherever there's a turning wheel
A million marching feet.
Red, white and blue
What does it mean to you?
Surely you're proud
Shout it loud
Britons awake!
The Empire too
We can depend on you.
Freedom remains
These are the chains
Nothing can break.
There'll always be an England
And England shall be free
If England means as much to you
As England means to me.
Mentioned in Mortal Stakes ch. 19
Chatanooga Choo-Choo
Words: Mack Gordon Music: Harry Warren
Pardon me, boy is that the Chatanooga Choo-Choo
Track twenty nine, boy, you can give me a shine,
I can afford to board a Chatanooga Choo-Choo,
I've got my fare and just a trifle to spare.
You leave the Pennsylvania station 'bout a quarter to four,
Read a magazine and then you're in Baltimore,
Dinner in the diner, nothing could be finer
Than to have ham 'n eggs in Carolina,
When you hear the whistle blowing eight to the bar
Then you know that Tennessee is not very far,
Shovel all the coal in, gotta keep it rollin'
Woo, Woo, Chattanooga there you are.
There's gonna be a certain party at the station
Satin and lace
I used to call funny face
She's gonna cry until I tell her that I never more will roam,
So Chattanooga Choo-Choo, C'mon and choo-choo me home.
Mentioned in Mortal Stakes ch. 20
Carolina in the Morning
Words: Walter Donaldson Music: Gus Kahn
Nothing could be finer than to be in Carolina
In the morning
Nothing could be sweeter than my sweetie when I meet her
In the morning.
Where the morning glories twine around the door,
Whispering pretty stories I long to hear once more.
Strollin' with my girlie where the dew is pearly, early
In the morning.
Butterflies all flutter up and kiss each little buttercup
At dawning.
If I had Aladdin's lamp For only a day,
I'd make a wish and here's what I'd say:
Nothing could be finer than to be in Carolina
In the morning.
Mentioned in Mortal Stakes ch. 20
When You And I Were Young, Maggie (1866)
Words: George W. Johnson Music: James Austin Butterfield
1.
I wandered today to the hill, Maggie,
To watch the scene below;
The creek and the creaking old mill, Maggie,
As we used to long ago.
The green grove is gone from the hill, Maggie,
Where first the daisies sprung;
The creaking old mill is still, Maggie,
Since you and I were young.
CHORUS
And now we are a-ged and gray, Maggie,
And the trials of life nearly done;
Let us sing of the days that are gone, Maggie,
When you and I were young.
2.
A city so silent and lone, Maggie,
When the young and the gay and the best,
In polished white mansions of stone, Maggie,
Have each found a place of rest,
Is built where the birds used to play, Maggie,
And join in the songs that were sung;
For we sang as gay as they, Maggie,
When you and I were young.
(CHORUS)
3.
They say I am feeble with age, Maggie,
My steps are less sprightly than then,
My face is a well written page, Maggie,
But time alone was the pen.
They say we are aged and gray, Maggie,
As sprays by the white breakers flung;
But to me you're as fair as you were, Maggie,
When you and I were young.
(CHORUS)
Mentioned in Mortal Stakes ch. 21
Words: Ned Washington Music: Dimitri Tiomkin
Performed by Tex Ritter in the1952 movie High Noon
"Do not forsake me, oh, my darlin', On this our wedding day.
Do not forsake me, oh, my darlin', Wait, wait along.
The noonday train will bring Frank Miller. If I'm a man I must be brave,
And I must face that deadly killer, Or lie a coward--a craven coward--or lie a coward in my grave.
Oh, to be torn 'twixt love and duty! S'posin' I lose my fair-eyed beauty?
Look at that big hand move along, Nearin' high noon!
He made a vow while in state's prison That it would be my life or
his'n.
I'm not afraid of death, but oh, What will I do if you leave me?
Do not forsake me, oh, my darlin', You made that promise when we wed.
Do not forsake me, oh, my darlin', Although you're grievin', I can't be
leavin' until I shoot Frank Miller dead."
Mentioned in: Mortal Stakes ch. 25, Valediction ch. 22.
Stereophonic Sound
Words and music by Cole Porter
from the 1955 musical Silk Stockings
<special thanks to David Freeman for the original, un-cleaned-up lyrics>
Today to get the public to attend a picture show
It's not enough to advertise a famous star they know
If you want to get the crowd to come around, You gotta have
Glorious Technicolor
Breath-taking Cinemascope
and stereophonic sound
If Zanuck's latest picture were the gold old-fashioned kind
There'd be no one in front to look at Marilyn's behind
If you want to hear applauding hands resound, You gotta have
Glorious Technicolor
Breath-taking Cinemascope
and stereophonic sound
The customers don't like to see the groom embrace the bride
Unless her lips are scarlet and her bosom's five feet wide, in
Glorious Technicolor
Breath-taking Cinemascope,
or Cinerama, VistaVision, Superscope, or Todd-A-O
and stereophonic sound
and stereophonic sound
You all remember Lassie that beloved canine star
To see her wag her tail the crowds would come from near and far
But at present she'd be just another hound, unless she had
Glorious Technicolor
Breath-taking Cinemascope
and stereophonic sound
I lately did a picture at the bottom of the sea-
I rassled with an octopus and licked an anchovee
but the public wouldn't care if I had drowned, unless I had
Glorious Technicolor
Breath-taking Cinemascope
and stereophonic sound
If Ava Gardner played Godiva riding on a mare
The people wouldn't pay a cent to see her in the bare, unless she had
Glorious Technicolor
or Cinecolor or Warnercolor or Pathécolor or Eastmancolor or Kodacolor or any
color
and stereophonic sound
As an extra tonic,
Stereophonic sound
There was a time when dancing was so intimate and sleek
A fellow hugged his partner as they cuddled cheek to cheek
Now he doesn't even know if she's around, because they're in
Glorious Technicolor
Breath-taking Cinemascope
and Stereophonic sound
It's not enough today to see a dancer at his ease
He's gotta throw his back out and come sliding on his knees, he's gotta have
Glorious Russian ballet
or Modern ballet, or English ballet, or Chinese ballet, or Hindu ballet, or Bali
ballet, or any ballet
and stereophonic sound
and stereophonic sound
Mentioned in Promised Land ch. 2
Old Cape Cod
Written by Claire Rothrock, Milt Yakus, and Allan Jeffrey
If you're fond of sand dunes and salty air
Quaint little villages here and there
You're sure to fall in love with old Cape Cod
If you like the taste of a lobster stew
Served by a window with an ocean view
You're sure to fall in love with old Cape Cod
Winding roads that seem to beckon you
Miles of green beneath a sky of blue
Church bells chimin' on a Sunday morn
Remind you of the town where you were born
If you spend an evening you'll want to stay
Watching the moonlight on Cape Cod Bay
You're sure to fall in love with old Cape Cod
Mentioned in Promised Land ch. 10
Love and Marriage
Words: Jimmy Van Heusen
Music: Sammy Cahn
Love and marriage, love and marriage
Go together like a horse and carriage
This I tell you brother
You can't have one without the other
Love and marriage, love and marriage
It's an institute you can't disparage
Ask the local gentry
And they will say it's elementary
Try, try, try to separate them
It's an illusion
Try, try, try, and you will only come
To this conclusion
Love and marriage, love and marriage
Go together like a horse and carriage
Dad was told by mother
You can't have one without the other
Mentioned in Promised Land ch. 13
A Nightingale sang in Berkeley Square
Words: Eric Maschwitz Music: Manny Sherwin
That certain night, the night we met
There was magic abroad in the air
There were angels dining at the Ritz
And a nightingale sang in Berkeley Square
I may be right, I may be wrong,
But I'm perfectly willing to swear
That when you turned and smiled at me
A nightingale sang in Berkeley Square
The moon that lingered over London town
Poor puzzled moon, he wore a frown
How could he know we two were so in love
The whole darn world was upside down
The streets of town were paved with stars
It was such a romantic affair
And as we kissed and said goodnight
A nightingale sang in Berkeley Square
I know 'cause I was there,
That night in Berkeley Square.
Mentioned in The Judas Goat ch. 6
Words and music by Roger Miller
England swings like a pendulum do
Bobbies on bicycles, two by two
Westminster Abbey, the tower of Big Ben
The rosy red cheeks of the little children
Now, if you huff and puff and you fin'lly save enough
Money up to take your family on a trip across the sea
Take a tip before you take your trip
Let me tell you where to go
Go to England, oh
England swings like a pendulum do
Bobbies on bicycles, two by two
Westminster Abbey, the tower of Big Ben
The rosy red cheeks of the little children
Mama's old pajamas and your papa's mustache,
Falling out the window sill, frolic in the grass,
Tryin' to mock the way they talk, fun but all in vain,
Gaping at the dapper men with derby hats and canes.
England swings like a pendulum do
Bobbies on bicycles, two by two
Westminster Abbey, the tower of Big Ben
The rosy red cheeks of the little children
England swings like a pendulum do
Bobbies on bicycles, two by two
Westminster Abbey, the tower of Big Ben
The rosy red cheeks of the little children
Mentioned in The Judas Goat ch. 9
Words: Arthur Freed Music: Nacio Herb Brown
From the 1952 movie Singing in the Rain
I'm singing in the rain, just singing in the rain
What a glorious feeling, I'm happy again
I'm laughing at clouds so dark up above
The sun's in my heart and I'm ready for love
Let the stormy clouds chase everyone from the place
Come on with the rain, I've a smile on my face
I'll walk down the lane with a happy refrain
Just singing, singing in the rain
Mentioned in The Judas Goat ch. 11, Bad Business ch. 57.
by Frank Wilson and Smoky Robinson
Never you mind if I
Don't tell strangers passing by
If I don't brag
If I don't brag or boast
Click my glass and say a toast
About my love for you
How it runs so deep and true
And yet it's so
'Cause don't you know, ohh
Still waters run deep
Still waters run deep
Still waters run deep
Still waters run deep
Mentioned in The Judas Goat ch. 19
These Foolish Things
Words: Holt Marvell Music: Jack Strachey and Harry Link
A cigarette that bears a lipstick's traces,
An airline ticket to romantic places,
And still my heart has wings,
These Foolish Things remind me of you..
A tinkling piano in the next apartment,
Those stumbling words that told you what my heart meant,
A fairground's painted swings,
These Foolish Things remind me of you..
You came.. you saw.. you conquered me,
When you did that to me, I knew somehow this had to be..
The winds of March that makes my heart a dancer,
A telephone that rings but who's to answer?
Oh how the ghost of you clings!
These Foolish Things remind me of you...
Mentioned in The Judas Goat ch. 20
Words and music by Stephen C. Foster
I came from Alabama, with my banjo on my knee,
I'm g'wan to Louisiana my true love for to see,
It rained all night the day I left, the weather it was dry,
The sun so hot I froze to death; Susanna, don't you cry.
chorus:
Oh! Susanna, Oh! don't you cry for me,
I've come from Alabama, with my banjo on my knee.
I jumped aboard the telegraph, and traveled down the river,
De 'lectrie fluid magnified, and killed five hundred Niggers;
De engine bust, de horse run off, I really thought I'd die;
I shut my eyes to hold my breath, Susanna, don't you cry.
chorus
I had a dream de odder night when ebery ting was still;
I thought I saw Susanna, a coming down de hill.
De buckwheat cake war in her mouth, the tear was in her eye,
Says I'm coming from de South, Susanna, don't you cry.
chorus
I soon will be in New Orleans, and den I'll look all round,
And when I find Susanna, I'll fall upon the ground.
But if I do not find her, Dis darkie'll surely die,
And when I'm dead and buried, Susanna, don't you cry.
chorus
Mentioned in The Judas Goat ch. 22
With a Little Help from My Friends
Written by Paul McCartney and John Lennon
What would you think if I sang out of tune,
would you stand up and walk out on me?
Lend me your ears and I'll sing you a song,
and I'll try not to sing out of key.
Oh, I get by with a little help from my friends.
Mm, I get high with a little help from my friends.
Mm, gonna try with a little help from my friends.
What do I do when my love is away?
(Does it worry you to be alone?)
How do I feel by the end of the day?
(Are you sad because you're on your own?)
No, I get by with a little help from my friends.
Mm, I get high with a little help from my friends.
Mm, gonna try with a little help from my friends.
Do you need anybody?
I need somebody to love.
Could it be anybody?
I want somebody to love.
Would you believe in a love at first sight?
Yes, I'm certain that it happens all the time.
What do you see when you turn out the light?
I can't tell you but I know it's mine.
Oh, I get by with a little help from my friends.
Mm, I get high with a little help from my friends.
Mm, gonna try with a little help from my friends.
Do you need anybody?
I just need someone to love.
Could it be anybody?
I want somebody to love.
Oh, I get by with a little help from my friends.
Mm, I get high with a little help from my friends.
Mm, gonna try with a little help from my friends.
...with a little help from my friends.
Mentioned in The Judas Goat ch. 24
Words: Lorenz Hart Music: Richard Rogers
From the 1927 movie A Connecticut Yankee
I took one look at you, that's all I meant to do
And then my heart stood still,
My feet could step and walk, my lips could move and talk
And yet my heart stood still.
Though not a single word was spoken, I could tell you knew
That unfelt clasp of hands told me so well you knew
I never lived at all until the thrill of that moment
When my heart stood still.
I laughed at sweethearts I met at schools
All indiscreet hearts seemed romantic fools
A house in Iceland was my heart's domain
I saw your eyes, now castles rise in Spain!
Though not a single word was spoken, I could tell you knew
That unfelt clasp of hands told me so well that you knew
I never lived at all until the thrill of that moment
When my heart stood still.
Mentioned in The Judas Goat ch. 23
Do Nothing Till You Hear From Me
Words: Bob Russell Music: Edward "Duke" Ellington
Do nothing till you hear from me,
Pay no attention to what's said.
Why people tear the seams of anyone's dreams
Is over my head.
Do nothing till you hear from me,
At least consider our romance.
If you should take the words of others you've heard,
I haven't a chance.
True, I've been seen with someone new,
But does that mean that I've been untrue?
When we're apart,
The words in my heart
Reveal how I feel about you.
Some kiss may cloud my memory,
And other arms may hold a thrill,
But please do nothing till you hear from me
And you never will
Mentioned in The Judas Goat ch. 27
words and music by Alice Cooper
I used to be such a sweet, sweet thing 'Til they got a hold of me.
I opened doors for little old ladies, I helped the blind to see.
I got no friends 'cause they read the papers. They can't be seen with me
and I'm gettin' real shot down and I'm feeling mean.
No more Mister Nice Guy,
No more Mister Clean,
No more Mister Nice Guy,
They say he's sick, he's obscene.
My dog bit me on the leg today. My cat clawed my eyes.
Ma's been thrown out of the social circle, and dad has to hide.
I went to church incognito. When everybody rose,
the Reverend Smith, he recognized me, and punched me in the nose.
He said:
No more Mister Nice Guy,
No more Mister Clean,
No more Mister Nice Guy,
You're sick, you're obscene.
Mentioned in The Judas Goat ch. 27
Words: Ira Gershwin Music: George Gershwin
I was a stranger in the city
Out of town were the people I knew
I had that feeling of self-pity
What to do? What to do? What to do?
The outlook was decidedly blue
But as I walked through the foggy streets alone
It turned out to be the luckiest day I've known
CHORUS
A foggy day in London Town
Had me low and had me down
I viewed the morning with alarm
The British Museum had lost its charm
How long, I wondered, could this thing last?
But the age of miracles hadn't passed,
For, suddenly, I saw you there
And through foggy London Town
The sun was shining everywhere.
Mentioned in The Judas Goat ch. 30
(There'll Be Bluebirds Over) The White Cliffs Of Dover
Words: Nat Burton Music: Walter Kent
There'll be bluebirds over the white cliffs of Dover
Tomorrow, just you wait and see
There'll be love and laughter and peace ever after
Tomorrow when the world is free
The shepherd will tend his sheep
The valley will bloom again
And Jimmy will go to sleep
In his own little room again
There'll be bluebirds over the white cliffs of Dover
Tomorrow, just you wait and see
Mentioned in The Judas Goat ch. 30
Words: Robert Mellin Music: Guy Wood
The very thought of you makes my heart sing,
Like an April breeze on the wings of spring
And you come to me all your splendor,
My one and only love
The shadow's fall and spread their mystique charms
in the hush of night, while you're in my arms.
I feel your lips, so warm and tender,
My one and only love
The touch of your hand is like heaven. A heaven that I've never known
The blush on your cheek, whenever I speak, tells me that you are my own
You fill my eager heart with such desire,
Every kiss you give sets my soul on fire
I give myself in sweet surrender,
My one and only love
Mentioned in Looking for Rachael Wallace ch. 4
Zing! Went The Strings of My Heart
Words and music by James F. Hanley
Never could carry a tune
Never knew where to start
You came along, when everything was wrong
And put a song in my heart
Dear when you smiled at me
I heard a melody
It haunted me from the start
Something inside of me, started a symphony
Zing! Went the strings of my heart
'Twas like a breath of spring
Heard a robin sing
'Bout a nest set apart
All nature seemed to be, in perfect harmony
Zing! Went the strings of my heart
Your eyes made skies blue again
What else could I do again
Keep repeating through again
I love you, I love you
I still recall the thrill
Guess I always will
I hoped will never depart
All nature seemed to be, in perfect harmony
Zing! Went the strings of my heart
Mentioned in Looking for Rachael Wallace ch. 9
(Ah, the Apple Trees) When the World was Young
Words: Johnny Mercer & Angele Vannier Music: Philippe Bloch
It isn't by chance I happen to be, a boulevardier, the toast of Paris.
For over the noise, the talk and the smoke, I'm good for a laugh, a drink or a joke.
I walk in a room, a party or ball, "Come sit over here" somebody will call.
"A drink for M'sieur, a drink for us all! But how many times I stop and recall.
Ah, the apple trees, Blossoms in the breeze, That we walked among,
Lying in the hay, Games we used to play, While the rounds were sung,
Only yesterday when the world was young.
Wherever I go they mention my name, and that in itself, is some sort of fame,
"Come by for a drink, we're having a game," wherever I go I'm glad that I came.
The talk is quite gay, the company fine, there's laughter and lights, and glamour and wine,
And beautiful girls and some of them mine, but often my eyes see a diff'rent shine.
Ah, the apple trees, Sunlit memories, Where the hammock swung,
On our backs we'd lie, Looking at the sky, Till the stars were strung,
Only last July when the world was young.
While sitting around, we often recall, The laugh of the year, the night of them all.
The blonde who was so attractive that year, Some opening night that made us all cheer.
Remember that time we all got so tight, And Jacques and Antoine got into a fight.
The gendarmes who came, passed out like a light, I laugh with the rest, it's all very bright.
Ah, the apple trees, And the hive of bees Where we once got stung,
Summers at Bordeaux, Rowing the bateau, Where the willow hung,
Just a dream ago, when the world was young.
Mentioned in Looking for Rachael Wallace ch. 16
Captain Corcoran
Words: Sir William S. Gilbert Music: Sir Arthur Sullivan
From the musical "H.M.S. Pinafore"
CAPT. I am the Captain of the Pinafore;
ALL. And a right good captain, too!
CAPT. You're very, very good,
And be it understood,
I command a right good crew,
ALL. We're very, very good,
And be it understood,
He commands a right good crew.
CAPT. Though related to a peer,
I can hand, reef, and steer,
And ship a selvagee;
I am never known to quail
At the furry of a gale,
And I'm never, never sick at sea!
ALL. What, never?
CAPT. No, never!
ALL. What, never?
CAPT. Hardly ever!
ALL. He's hardly ever sick at sea!
Then give three cheers, and one cheer more,
For the hardy Captain of the Pinafore!
Mentioned in Looking for Rachael Wallace ch. 16
Joltin' Joe DiMaggio
Words and music by Alan Courtney
Who started baseball's famous streak
That's got us all aglow?
He's just a man and not a freak,
Joltin' Joe DiMaggio.
Joe, Joe DiMaggio
We want you on our side.
From Coast to Coast, that's all you hear
Of Joe the One-Man Show.
He's glorified the horsehide sphere,
Joltin' Joe DiMaggio.
Joe, Joe DiMaggio.
We want you on our side.
He'll live in baseball's Hall of Fame,
He got there blow-by-blow.
Our kids will tell their kids his name,
Joltin' Joe DiMaggio.
Mentioned in Looking for Rachael Wallace ch. 30
Words: Johnny Mercer Music: Ralph Burns and Woody Herman
When an early autumn walks the land and chills the breeze
and touches with her hand the summer trees,
perhaps you'll understand what memories I own.
There's a dance pavilion in the rain all shuttered down,
a winding country lane all russet brown,
a frosty window pane shows me a town grown lonely.
That spring of ours that started so April-hearted,
seemed made for just a boy and girl.
I never dreamed, did you, any fall would come in view
so early, early.
Darling if you care, please, let me know,
I'll meet you anywhere, I miss you so.
Let's never have to share another early autumn
Mentioned in Early Autumn (title)
Words: Al Dubin Music: Joe Burke 1933
I will gather stars out of the blue,
For you, for you
I'll make a string of pearls out of the dew,
For you, for you
Over the highway and over the street,
Carpets of clover I'll lay at your feet
Oh, there's nothing in this world I wouldn't do,
For you, for you
Over the highway and over the street,
Carpets of clover I will lay at your feet
Oh, there's nothing in this world I wouldn't do,
For you, for you
Mentioned in Early Autumn ch. 1
Words: Oscar Hammerstein Music: Richard Rogers
From the 1945 movie State Fair
I'm as restless as a willow in a windstorm
I'm as jumpy as a puppet on a string
I'd say that I had spring fever
But I know it isn't spring
I am starry eyed and vaguely discontented
Like a nightengale without a song to sing
Oh why should I have spring fever
When it isn't even spring
I keep wishing I were somewhere else
Walking down a strange new street
Hearing words that I have never heard from a man I've yet to meet
I'm as busy as a spider spinning daydreams
I'm as giddy as a baby on a swing
I haven't seen a crocus or a rosebud
Or a robin on the wing
But I feel so gay in a melancholy way
That it might as well be spring
It might as well be spring.
Mentioned in Early Autumn ch.10, The Widening Gyre ch. 23, and Valediction ch. 40
Salagadoola mechicka boola
bibbidi-bobbidi-boo
Put 'em together and what have you got
bibbidi-bobbidi-boo
Salagadoola mechicka boola
bibbidi-bobbidi-boo
It'll do magic believe it or not
bibbidi-bobbidi-boo
Salagadoola means mechicka booleroo
But the thingmabob
that does the job
is bibbidi-bobbidi-boo
Salagadoola menchicka boola
bibbidi-bobbidi-boo
Put 'em together and what have you got
bibbidi-bobbidi
bibbidi-bobbidi
bibbidi-bobbidi-boo!
Mentioned in Early Autumn ch. 27
Words: Oscar Hammerstein II Music: Richard Rogers
From the 1949 musical South Pacific
Some enchanted evening you may see a stranger
You may see a stranger across a crowded room
And somehow you know, you know even then
That somewhere you'll see her again and again
Some enchanted evening, someone may be laughing
You may hear her laughing across a crowded room
And night after night, as strange as it seems
The sound of her laughter will sing in your dreams
Who can explain it, who can tell you why
Fools give you reasons, wise men never try
Some enchanted evening, when you find your true love
When you feel her call you across a crowded room
Then fly to her side and make her your own
Or all through your life you may dream all alone
Once you have found her, never let her go
Once you have found her, never let her go
Mentioned in A Savage Place ch. 1
Words and music by Leonard Gershe
From the 1954 movie musical A Star is Born
Thank you, thank you very much
I can't express it any other way
For with this awful trembling in my heart
I just can't find another thing to say
I'm happy that you liked the show
I'm grateful you liked me
And I'm sure to you the tribute seemed quite right.
But if you knew of all the years
Of hopes and dreams and tears
You'd know it didn't happen overnight
Huh, overnight!
I was born in a trunk
In the Princess Theatre in Pocatella, Idaho
It was during the matinee on Friday
And they used a makeup towel for my didee
When I first saw the light
It was pink and amber
Coming from the footlights on the stage
When my dad carried me out there to say hello
They told me that I stopped the show.
So I grew up in a crazy world of dressing rooms
And hotel rooms and waiting rooms
And rooms behind-the-scenes.
And I can't forget the endless rows
Of sleepless nights and eatless nights
And nights without a nickel in my jeans.
But it's all in the game and the way you play it
And you've got to play the game you know.
When you're born in a trunk at the Princess Theatre
in Pocatello, Idaho.
At first I just stood and watched from the wings
That's all my mom and dad would allow.
But as I got older, I got a little bolder
And snuck out for their second bow.
They kept me in the act because they needed me
To milk applause
Until one night, they did a crazy thing
They left me out there all alone
Mama said 'you're on your own!'
And Papa shouted 'this is it kid, sing!'
Mentioned in A Savage Place ch. 9
Words: Patricia Johnston and Don Raye
Music Gene DePaul
from the 1942 Western musical comedy Ride 'em Cowboy
This lovely day will lengthen into evening,
We'll sigh good-bye to all we've ever had,
Alone where we have walked together,
I'll remember April and be glad
I'll be content, you loved me once in April,
Your lips were warm, and love an' spring were new,
But I'm not afraid of autumn, and her sorrow,
For I'll remember, April and you!
The fire will dwindle into glowing ashes,
For flames and love live such a little while
I won't forget, but I won't be lonely,
I'll remember April, and I'll smile
The fire will dwindle into glowing ashes,
For flames and love live such a little while
I won't forget, but I won't be lonely
I'll remember April, and I'll smile
Mentioned in Ceremony ch. 17, Melancholy Baby ch. 60
Words: Lorenz Hart Music: Richard Rodgers
from the 1938 movie I Married An Angel
Once there was a thing called spring
When the world was writing verses like yours and mine,
All the lads and girls would sing
When we sat at little tables and drank May wine.
Now April, May and June are sadly out of tune
Life has stuck a pin in the baloon.
Spring is here why doesn't my heart go dancing?
Spring is here why isn't the waltz entrancing?
No desire, no ambition leads me
Maybe it's because nobody needs me
Spring is here why doesn't the breeze delight me?
Stars appear why doesn't the night invite me?
Maybe it's because nobody loves me
Spring is here, I hear
Mentioned in Ceremony ch. 27
Love Is A Many Splendored Thing
Words: Paul Frances Webster Music: Sammy Fain
Love is a many splendored thing
It's the April rose that only grows in the early spring
Love is nature's way of giving a reason to be living
The golden crown that makes a man a king
Once on a high and windy hill
In the morning mist two lovers kissed and the world stood still
Then your fingers touched my silent heart and taught it how to sing
Yes, true love's a many splendored thing
Once on a high and windy hill
In the morning mist two lovers kissed and the world stood still
Then your fingers touched my silent heart and taught it how to sing
Yes, true love's a many splendored thing.
Mentioned in Ceremony ch. 31
Words: Hal David Music: Burt Bachrach
Title song from the 1966 movie starring Michael Caine
What's it all about, Alfie?
Is it just for the moment we live?
What's it all about when you sort it out, Alfie?
Are we meant to take more than we give
or are we meant to be kind?
And if only fools are kind, Alfie,
then I guess it's wise to be cruel.
And if life belongs only to the strong, Alfie,
what will you lend on an old golden rule?
As sure as I believe there's a heaven above, Alfie,
I know there's something much more,
something even non-believers can believe in.
I believe in love, Alfie.
Without true love we just exist, Alfie.
Until you find the love you've missed you're nothing, Alfie.
When you walk let your heart lead the way
and you'll find love any day, Alfie, Alfie
Mentioned in The Widening Gyre ch. 4
Over the River and Through the Woods
Traditional
Over the river and through the woods
To Grandmother's house we go.
The horse knows the way to carry the sleigh
Through white and drifted snow.
Over the river and through the woods,
Oh, how the wind does blow.
It stings the toes and bites the nose
As over the ground we go.
Over the river and through the woods
To have a full day of play.
Oh, hear the bells ringing ting-a-ling-ling,
For it is Christmas Day.
Over the river and through the woods,
Trot fast my dapple gray;
Spring o'er the ground just like a hound,
For this is Christmas Day.
Over the river and through the woods
And straight through the barnyard gate.
It seems that we go so dreadfully slow;
It is so hard to wait.
Over the river and through the woods,
Now Grandma's cap I spy.
Hurrah for fun, the pudding's done;
Hurrah for the pumpkin pie.
Mentioned in The Widening Gyre ch. 13
Over The Hills and Far Away
Traditional, c. 1720
Hark now the drums beat up again
For all true soldier gentlemen
So let us list and march I say
And go over the hills and far away
Chorus:
Over the hills, and o'er the main
To Flanders, Portugal and Spain
Queen Anne commands and we'll obey
And go over the hills and far away.
2. There's twenty shillings on the drum
For him that with us freely comes
'Tis volunteers shall win the day
Over the hills and far away.
Chorus:
3. Come gentlemen that have a mind
To serve a queen that's good and kind
Come list and enter in to pay
And go over the hills and far away.
Chorus:
4. And we shall live more happy lives
Free of squalling brats and wives
Who nag and vex us every day
So its over the hills and far away.
Chorus:
5. Prentice Tom may well refuse
To wipe his angry master's shoes
For now he's free to run and play
Over the hills and far away.
Chorus:
6. No more from sound of drum retreat
When Marlborough and Galway beat
The French and Spaniards every day
Over the hills and far away.
Chorus:
Mentioned in The Widening Gyre ch. 13
Words and music by Kris Kristofferson
Busted flat in Batten Rouge, waitin for a train,
Feelin' 'bout as faded as my jeans,
Bobby flagged a diesel down, just before it rained,
Took us all the way to New Orleans.
I pulled my old harpoon out of my dirty red bandanna,
I was blowing sad while Bobby sang the blues,
With them windshield wipers slappin' time,
And Bobby's little hand in mine,
We sang up every song that driver knew.
Freedom's just another word for nothin' left to lose,
Nothin' ain't worth nothin' but it's free,
Feelin' good was easy Lord, when Bobby sang the blues.
Feelin' good was good enough for me...
Good enough for me and Bobby McGee.
From the coal mines of Kentucky to the California sun,
Bobby shared the secrets of my soul,
Standing right beside me Lord, through everything I'd done,
And every night she kept me from the cold.
Then somewhere near Salinas, Lord, I let her slip way,
She's looking for the home I thought we'd find,
I'd trade all my tomorrows for a single yesterday,
Holdin' Bobby's body next to mine.
Freedom's just another word for nothin' left to lose,
Nothin' ain't worth nothin' but it's free,
Feelin' good was easy Lord, when Bobby sang the blues.
Feelin' good was good enough for me...
Good enough for me and Bobby McGee.
Mentioned in The Widening Gyre ch. 14
by Buddy DeSylva, Lew Brown, and Ray Henderson
from the 1929 musical Follow Through
Listen, big boy,Now that I've got you made,
Goodness, but I'm afraid,
Something's going to happen to you;
Listen, big boy,You've got me hooked, and how,
I would die if I should lose you now!
Button up your overcoat, when the wind is free,
Take good care of yourself, you belong to me!
Oh, eat an apple every day, get to bed by three,
Take good care of yourself, you belong to me!
Be careful crossing streets, ooh-ooh,
Don't eat meats, ooh-ooh,
Cut out sweets, ooh-ooh,
You'll get a pain and ruin your tum-tum!
Keep away from bootleg hooch when you're on a spree,
Take good care of yourself, you belong to me!
Don't step on hornet's tails, ooh-ooh!
Or on nails, ooh-ooh!
Or third rails, ooh-ooh!
You'll get a pain and ruin your tum-tum!
Oh, button up your overcoat, when the wind is free,
Take good care of yourself, you belong to me!
Oh, wear your flannel underwear, when you climb a tree,
Take good care of yourself, you belong to me!
Steer clear of frozen ponds, ooh-ooh,
Peroxide blondes, ooh-ooh,
Stocks and bonds, ooh-ooh,
You'll get a pain, ruin your bankroll!
Keep the spoon out of your cup, when you're drinking tea,
Take good care of yourself, you belong to me!
Mentioned in The Widening Gyre ch. 24
The Impossible Dream
Words: Joe Darion Music: Mitch Leigh
From the 1965 musical Man of La Mancha
To dream the impossible dream
To fight the unbeatable foe
To bear with unbearable sorrow
To run where the brave dare not go
To right the unrightable wrong
To love pure and chaste from afar
To try when your arms are too weary
To reach the unreachable star
This is my quest, to follow that star
No matter how hopeless, no matter how far
To fight for the right, without question or pause
To be willing to march into hell for a heavenly cause
And I know if I'll only be true to this glorious quest
That my heart will lie peaceful and calm
When I'm laid to my rest.
And the world will be better for this
That one man scorned and covered with scars
Still strove with his last ounce of courage
To reach the unreachable star!
Mentioned in The Widening Gyre ch. 28
Saturday Night (Is the Loneliest Night of the Week)
Words: Sammy Cahn
Music: Jules Styne
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
Mentioned in Valediction Ch. 30
Written by Norman Gimbel and Francis Albert Lai
Title song from the 1967 movie
Come with me, my love, and seize this day and live it, live it fully, live it fast
Never thinking once about tomorrow till tomorrow's been and gone and past
We'll pour the wine and fill the cup of joy and drink a drink as if it were the last
Live, just live for life
In Paree today and Amsterdam tomorrow, sixty minutes through the skies
Fly with me to see the setting summer sun and stay with me to see it rise
Then say to those who say "to live this way is mad", then mad we'd rather be than wise
Live, just live for life
If you let me I will lead you
Through the myst'ry and wonder
Of a world you've never known before
Share the splendors to be shared
Magic places to explore
There the dangers to be dared
Life is all of this and more
This and more
Yesterday's a mem'ry gone for good forever while tomorrow is a guess
What is real is what is here and now, the here and now is all that we possess
So take my hand and we will taste the moment if for just the moment's happiness
Live, just live for life
From Valediction ch. 46
Civilization (Bongo, Bongo, Bongo)
Written by Bob Hilliard and Carl Sigman
Each morning, a missionary advertises neon sign
He tells the native population that civilization is fine
And three educated savages holler from a bamboo tree
That civilization is a thing for me to see
So bongo, bongo, bongo, I don't wanna leave the Congo, oh no no no no no
Bingo, bangle, bungle, I'm so happy in the jungle, I refuse to go
Don't want no bright lights, false teeth, doorbells, landlords, I make it clear
That no matter how they coax him, I'll stay right here
I looked through a magazine the missionary's wife concealed (Magazine? What
happens?)
I see how people who are civilized bung you with automobile (You know you can
get hurt that way Daniel?)
At the movies they have got to pay many coconuts to see (What do they see,
Darling?)
Uncivilized pictures that the newsreel takes of me
So bongo, bongo, bongo, he don't wanna leave the Congo, oh no no no no no
Bingo, bangle, bungle, he's so happy in the jungle, he refuse to go
Don't want no penthouse, bathtub, streetcars, taxis, noise in my ear
So, no matter how they coax him, I'll stay right here
They hurry like savages to get aboard an iron train
And though it's smokey and it's crowded, they're too civilized to complain
When they've got two weeks vacation, they hurry to vacation ground (What do they
do, Darling?)
They swim and they fish, but that's what I do all year round
So bongo, bongo, bongo, I don't wanna leave the Congo, oh no no no no no
Bingo, bangle, bungle, I'm so happy in the jungle, I refuse to go
Don't want no jailhouse, shotgun, fish-hooks, golf clubs, I got my spears
So, no matter how they coax him, I'll stay right here
They have things like the atom bomb, so I think I'll stay where I "ahm"
Civilization, I'll stay right here!
From A Catskill Eagle ch. 4
Words: Oscar Hammerstein Music: Richard Rogers
Title song from the 1965 movie
My day in the hills has come to an end, I know.
A star has come out to tell me it's time to go.
But deep in the dark green shadows,
There are voices that urge me to stay.
So I pause and I wait and I listen,
For one more sound, for one more lovely thing
That the hills might say!
The hills are alive
With the sound of music,
With songs they have sung,
For a thousand years.
The hills fill my heart,
With the sound of music.
My heart wants to sing every song it hears.
My heart wants to beat like the wings
Of the birds that rise from the lake
To the trees.
My heart wants to sigh
Like a chime that flies
From a church on a breeze,
To laugh like a brook when it trips and falls
Over stones on its way,
To sing through the night,
Like a lark who is learning to pray.
I go to the hills
When my heart is lonely.
I know I will hear
What I heard before.
My heart will be blessed
With the sound of music
And I'll sing once more.
Mentioned in A Catskill Eagle ch. 17
Words and music by Dale Evans
Some trails are happy ones others are blue
It's the way you ride the trail that counts
Here's a happy one for you
Happy trails to you, until we meet again;
Happy trails to you, keep smilin' until then.
Who cares about the clouds if we're together?
Just sing a song and bring the sunny weather.
Happy Trails to you till we meet again.
Mentioned in A Catskill Eagle ch. 23
Words and music by Merle Travis
Some people say a man is made out of mud.
A poor man's made out of muscle and blood
muscle and blood and skin and bones.
A mind that's weak and a back that's strong,
(Chorus:)
You load Sixteen Tons, and whadaya get?
Another day older and deeper in debt
Saint Peter don't you call me 'cause I can't go
I owe my soul to the company store
I was born one mornin' when the sun didn't shine
Picked up a shovel and I walked to the mine
I loaded Sixteen Tons of number 9 coal
And the straw-boss said, "Well, bless my soul"
(Repeat Chorus)
Born one morning it was drizzle and rain
Fightin' and Trouble are my middle name
I was raised in a canebrake by an old mama lion
And no high-toned woman make me walk the line
(Repeat Chorus)
See me comin' better step aside
A lot of men didn't and a lot of men died
I got one fist of iron and the other of steel
And if the right one don't get ya, the left one will
(Repeat Chorus)
Mentioned in A Catskill Eagle ch. 32 and Walking Shadow ch. 35
That Old Black Magic
Words: Johnny Mercer Music: Harold Arlen
That old black magic has me in its spell,
That old black magic that you weave so well.
Those icy fingers up and down my spine,
The same old witchcraft when your eyes meet mine.
The same old tingle that I feel inside,
And then that elevator starts its ride.
And down and down I go; round and round I go
Like a leaf that’s caught in the tide.
I should stay away, but what can I do?
I hear your name and I’m aflame.
Aflame with such a burning desire
That only your kiss can put out the fire.
For you’re the lover I have waited for,
The mate that Fate had me created for.
And every time your lips meet mine,
Darling, down and down I go; round and round I go
In a spin, loving the spin I'm in
Under that old black magic called love.
Mentioned in Taming a Sea Horse ch. 1
Manhattan
Words: Lorenz Hart Music: Richard Rodgers
Summer journeys To Niag'ra And to other places
Aggravate all our cares. We'll save our fares.
I've a cozy little flat In what is known as old Manhattan.
We'll settle down Right here in town.
We'll have Manhattan, The Bronx and Staten Island too.
It's lovely going through The zoo.
It's very fancy On old Delancey Street, you know.
The subway charms us so When balmy breezes blow
To and fro.
And tell me what street Compares with Mott Street In July?
Sweet pushcarts gently gliding by.
The great big city's a wondrous toy Just made for a girl and boy.
We'll turn Manhattan Into an isle of joy.
We'll go to Greenwich, Where modern men itch To be free;
And Bowling Green you'll see With me.
We'll bathe at Brighton The fish you'll frighten
When you're in. Your bathing suit so thin
Will make the shellfish grin Fin to fin.
I'd like to take a Sail on Jamaica Bay with you.
And fair Canarsie's lake We'll view.
The city's bustle cannot destroy The dreams of a girl and boy.
We'll turn Manhattan Into an isle of joy.
We'll go to Yonkers Where true love conquers In the wilds.
And starve together, dear, In Childs'.
We'll go to Coney And eat baloney On a roll.
In Central Park we'll stroll, Where our first kiss we stole, Soul to soul.
Our future babies We'll take to "Abie's Irish Rose."
I hope they'll live to see It close.
The city's clamor can never spoil The dreams of a boy and goil.
We'll turn Manhattan Into an isle of joy.
We'll have Manhattan, The Bronx and Staten Island too.
We'll try to cross' Fifth Avenue. As black as onyx
We'll find the Bronnix Park Express. Our Flatbush flat, I guess,
Will be a great success, More or less.
A short vacation On Inspiration Point We'll spend,
And in the station house we'll end,
But Civic Virtue cannot destroy The dreams of a girl and boy.
We'll turn Manhattan Into an isle of joy!
Mentioned in Taming a Sea Horse ch. 2
Words and music by Billy Joel
Some folks like to get away, take a holiday from the
neighborhood
Hop a flight to Miami Beach or Hollywood.
I'm taking a Greyhound on the Hudson River line-
I'm in a New York state of mind.
I seen all the movie stars in their fancy cars and their
limousines,
Been high in the Rockies under the evergreens,
But I know what I'M needing and I don't want to waste more time-
I'm in a New York state of mind.
It was so easy living day by day
Out of touch with the rhythm and the blues,
But now I need a little give and take,
The New York Times, the Daily News...
It comes down to reality-and it's fine with me 'cause I've let
it slide,
Don't care if it's Chinatown or Riverside,
I don't have any reasons, I've left them all behind-
I'm in a New York state of mind.
REPEAT 3RD VERSE
I'm just taking a Greyhound on the Hudson River line-
'Cause I'm in a New York state of mind
Mentioned in Taming a Sea Horse ch. 5
Lullaby Of Broadway
Words: Al Dubin Music: Harry Warren
From the musical Gold Diggers of 1935
Come on along and listen to, the lullaby of Broadway
The hip hooray and ballyhoo, the lullaby of Broadway
The rumble of a subway train, the rattle of the taxis
The daffydils who entertain, at Angelo's and Maxi's
When a Broadway baby says good night, it's early in the morning
Manhattan babies don't sleep tight until the dawn:
Good night, baby
Good night, milkman's on his way
Sleep tight, baby
Sleep tight, let's call it a day. Hey!
Come on along and listen to, the lullaby of Broadway
The hi-dee-hi and boop-a-doo, the lullaby of Broadway
The band begins to go to town, and everyone goes crazy
You rock-a-bye your baby round, 'til everything gets hazy
Hush-a-bye I'll buy you this and that, you hear a daddy saying
And baby goes home to her flat, to sleep all day:
Good night, baby
Good night, milkman's on his way
Sleep tight, baby
Sleep tight,
Let's call it a day - - -
Listen to the lullaby of old Broadway
Mentioned in Taming a Sea Horse ch. 5
Something Cool
Words and music
by Billy Barnes
Something cool
I'd like to order something cool
It's so warm here in town
And this heat gets me down
And I'd like something cool
My, it's nice
Just to sit down and rest awhile
Hey, you know it's a shame
But I can't think of your name
But I remember your smile
Well, I don't ordinarily drink
With strangers
I guess I usually just, just drink alone
But you were so nice to ask me
And I'm so terribly far from home
Like my dress, well, I must confess
It's very old
Hey, but it's simple and neat
And it's just right for this heat
Hey, I will save my furs for the cold
A cigarette, no, I don't smoke them
As a rule
But, I'll have one, it might be fun
With something cool
I'll bet you wouldn't imagine
But I once had a house
With so many rooms
I couldn't count them all
Yeah, I know you wouldn't imagine
But I had fifteen different guys
Who would beg and beg to take me to a ball
And I know you wouldn't picture me
The time I went to Paris in the fall
Oh who would think the guy I loved
Was quite so handsome and quite so tall
Well, it's through, it's through
That was just a memory I had
One I guess I almost forgot
Oh, 'cause the weather's so hot
And I'm feeling so bad
About a date
Oh wait, I'm such a fool
He's just a guy who stopped to buy me
Something cool
Mentioned in Taming a Sea Horse ch. 7
You Wonderful You
Words: Jack Brooks and Saul Chaplin Music: Harry
Warren
I'm glad I met you,
You wonderful you,
I won't forget you,
You wonderful you.
You're like a breath of spring,
A whole new thing has happened.
And without much ado,
I look at you
And there stands love.
My arms around you,
That's wonderful, too,
I'm glad I found you,
You wonderful you,
Remember, finders keepers,
Losers weepers,
And because that's true,
You're mine now, you wonderful you
Mentioned in Taming a Sea Horse ch. 11
My Attorney Bernie
Words and music by Dave Frishberg
I'm impressed, with my attorney Bernie
I'm impressed, with his influential friends
He's got very big connections
and I follow his directions
Bernie knows his way around
and so I always do what Bernie recommends.
I am blessed, with my attorney Bernie
I'm impressed, with the way he runs the store
He's got Dodger season boxes
and an office full of foxes
It's amazing all the different things
your average guy might need a lawyer for.
(chorus)
Bernie tells me what to do
Bernie always lays it on the line
Bernie says we sue, we sue
Bernie says we sign.. we sign
I'm in touch, with my attorney Bernie
In a clutch, he can speed right to the scene
and if I'm locked up in the jail
with just one phone call for my bail
he said to call his club collect
or deal directly with his answering machine
When I dine, with my attorney Bernie
He buys wine, from the rare imported rack
That's cause Bernie is a purist
not your polyester tourist
Bernie waves the glass around awhile
then takes a sip and always sends it back
chorus:
Bernie tells me what to do
Bernie always lays it on the line
Bernie says we sue, we sue
Bernie says we sign.. we sign
I admire, my attorney Bernie
I admire, any guy who knows his stuff
Sure we blew a couple ventures
with a counterfeit debenture
But you win a few, you lose a few
and like Bernie says you keep on hanging tough
Thanks to you, my attorney Bernie
Thanks to you, I'm considered well to do
Sure I made out like a bandit
Just exactly like you planned it
But like Murray my accountant
told me yesterday, I owe it all to you.
(chorus)
Bernie tells me what to do
Bernie always lays it on the line
Bernie says we sue, we sue
Bernie says we sign.. we sign
On the dotted line!
Mentioned in Taming a Sea Horse ch. 29
I Love A Parade
Words: Ted Koehler Music: Harold Arlen
I love a parade, the tramping of feet,
I love every beat I hear of a drum.
I love a parade, when I hear a band
I just want to stand and cheer as they come.
That rat-a tat-tat, the blare of a horn.
That rat-a tat-tat, a bright uniform;
The sight of a drill will give me a thrill,
I thrill at the skill of everything military.
I love a parade, a handful of vets,
A line of cadets or any brigade,
For I love a parade.
Mentioned in Pale Kings and Princes ch. 11
Words: Johnny Mercer Music: Lionel Hampton and Sonny Burke
Your lips were like a red and ruby chalice, warmer than the summer night
The clouds were like an alabaster palace rising to a snowy height
Each star it's own aurora borealis, suddenly you held me tight,
I could see the Midnight Sun
I can't explain the silver rain that found me - or was that a moonlight veil?
The music of the universe around me, or was that a nightingale?
And then your arms miraculously found me, suddenly the sky turned pale,
I could see the Midnight Sun
Was there such a night, it's a thrill I still don't quite believe,
But after you were gone, there was still some stardust on my sleeve
The flame of it may dwindle to an ember, and the stars forget to shine,
And we may see the meadow in December, icy white and crystalline
But oh my darling always I'll remember when your lips were close to mine,
And we saw the Midnight Sun
Mentioned in Pale Kings and Princes ch. 13
As Time Goes By
Word and music
by Herman Hupfeld
From the 1942 movie Casablanca
You must remember this, a kiss is just a kiss,
A sigh is just a sigh,
The fundamental things apply, as time goes by.
And when two lovers woo, they still say "I love you,"
on that you can rely,
No matter what the future brings, as time goes by.
Moonlight and love songs, never out of date,
Hearts full of passion, jealousy and hate,
Woman needs man, and man must have his mate,
that no one can deny.
It's still the same old story, a fight for love and glory,
A case of do or die,
The world will always welcome lovers, as time goes by.
Mentioned in Pale Kings and Princes ch. 30
You Go To My Head
by Haven Gillespie and J. Fred Coots 1938
You go to my head
And you linger like a haunting refrain
And I find you spinning 'round in my brain
Like the bubbles in a glass of champagne
You go to my head
Like a sparkling glass of burgundy brew
And I find the very mention of you
Like the kicker in a julep or two
Bridge The thrill of the thought that you might give a thought
to my plea casts a spell over me
Still I say to myself, get a hold of yourself
Can't you see that it never can be
Still you go to my head
With a smile that makes my temperature rise
Like a Summer with a thousand July's
You intoxicate my soul with your eyes
Though I'm certain that this heart of mine
Hasn't a ghost of a chance in this crazy romance
You go to my head
Mentioned in Crimson Joy ch. 14 and Melancholy Baby (dedication)
Proud Mary
Words and music by John Fogerty
Left a good job in the city,
Workin' for the man every night and day,
And I never lost one minute of sleepin',
Worryin' 'bout the way things might have been.
Big wheels keep on turnin',
Proud Mary keep on burnin'.
Rollin'...rollin'...rollin' on the river
Cleaned a lot of plates in Memphis,
Pumped a lot of pain down in New Orleans,
But I never saw the good side of the city,
'Til I hitched a ride on a riverboat queen.
Big wheels keep on turnin',
Proud Mary keep on burnin'.
Rollin'...rollin'...rollin' on the river
Rollin'...rollin'...rollin' on the river
Mentioned in Crimson Joy ch. 22 and Thin Air ch. 22
Written by Paul Francis Webster and Jerry Livingston
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
I'll love you 'til the poets run out of rhyme
Until the Twelfth of Never and that's a long, long time
Until the Twelfth of Never and that's a long, long time
Mentioned in Potshot (dedication)
Words and music by Noel Coward
In tropical climes there are certain times of day
When all the citizens retire to tear their clothes off and perspire.
It's one of the rules that the greatest fools obey,
Because the sun is much too sultry And one must avoid its ultry-violet ray.
The natives grieve when the white men leave their huts,
Because they're obviously, definitely nuts!
Mad dogs and Englishmen go out in the midday sun,
The Japanese donīt care to, the Chinese wouldnīt dare to,
Hindus and Argentines sleep firmly from twelve to one
But Englishmen detest a siesta.
In the Philippines there are lovely screens to protect you from the glare.
In the Malay States there are hats like plates which the Britishers won't wear.
At twelve noon the natives swoon and no further work is done,
But mad dogs and Englishmen go out in the midday sun.
It's such a surprise for the Eastern eyes to see,
that though the English are effete, they're quite impervious to heat,
When the white man rides every native hides in glee,
Because the simple creatures hope he will impale his solar topee on a tree.
It seems such a shame when the English claim the earth,
They give rise to such hilarity and mirth.
Mad dogs and Englishmen go out in the midday sun.
The toughest Burmese bandit can never understand it.
In Rangoon the heat of noon is just what the natives shun,
They put their Scotch or Rye down, and lie down.
In a jungle town where the sun beats down to the rage of man and beast
The English garb of the English sahib merely gets a bit more creased.
In Bangkok At twelve o'clock they foam at the mouth and run,
But mad dogs and Englishmen go out in the midday sun.
The smallest Malay rabbit deplores the stupid habit.
In Hong Kong they strike a gong and fire off a noonday gun,
To reprimand each inmate who's in late.
In the mangrove swamps where the python romps there is peace from twelve till two.
Even caribous lie around and snooze, for there's nothing else to do.
In Bengal to move at all is seldom ever done,
But mad dogs and Englishmen go out in the midday sun.
Mentioned in Crimson Joy ch. 30 and Potshot ch. 2
New York, New York
Words:Fred Ebb Music: John Kander
Title song from the 1977 movie
Start spreadin' the news, I'm leavin' today,
I want to be a part of it, New York New York.
These vagabond shoes, are longing to stray,
And step around the heart of it, New York New York.
I wanna wake up in the city that doesn't sleep,
To find I'm king of the hill, top of the heap.
My little town blues, are melting away,
I'll make a brand new start of it, in old New York.
If I can make it there I'll make it anywhere,
It's up to you, New York, New York.
New York New York.
I wanna wake up in the city that doesn't sleep,
To find I'm king of the hill, head of the list,
Cream of the crop at the top of the heap.
My little town blues, are melting away,
I'll make a brand new start of it,
In old New York,
If I can make it there, I'd make it anywhere,
Come on come through, New York, New York.
Mentioned in Playmates ch. 32
Deck the Halls
Traditional Welsh Carol
Deck the halls with boughs of holly
Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la
'Tis the season to be jolly
Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la
Don we now our gay apparel
Fa-la-la, la-la-la, la-la-la.
Troll the ancient Yuletide carol
Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la.
See the blazing Yule before us.
Strike the harp and join the chorus.
Follow me in merry measure.
While I tell of Yuletide treasure.
Fast away the old year passes.
Hail the new ye lads and lasses
Sing we joyous all together.
heedless of the wind and weather.
Mentioned in Stardust ch. 12
Words: Katharine Lee Bates Music: Samuel A. Ward
O beautiful for spacious skies,
For amber waves of grain,
For purple mountain majesties
Above the fruited plain!
America! America!
God shed his grace on thee
And crown thy good with brotherhood
From sea to shining sea!
O beautiful for pilgrim feet
Whose stern impassioned stress
A thoroughfare for freedom beat
Across the wilderness!
America! America!
God mend thine every flaw,
Confirm thy soul in self-control,
Thy liberty in law!
O beautiful for heroes proved
In liberating strife.
Who more than self the country loved
And mercy more than life!
America! America!
May God thy gold refine
Till all success be nobleness
And every gain divine!
O beautiful for patriot dream
That sees beyond the years
Thine alabaster cities gleam
Undimmed by human tears!
America! America!
God shed his grace on thee
And crown thy good with brotherhood
From sea to shining sea!
O beautiful for halcyon skies,
For amber waves of grain,
For purple mountain majesties
Above the enameled plain!
America! America!
God shed his grace on thee
Till souls wax fair as earth and air
And music-hearted sea!
O beautiful for pilgrims feet,
Whose stem impassioned stress
A thoroughfare for freedom beat
Across the wilderness!
America! America!
God shed his grace on thee
Till paths be wrought through
wilds of thought
By pilgrim foot and knee!
O beautiful for glory-tale
Of liberating strife
When once and twice,
for man's avail
Men lavished precious life!
America! America!
God shed his grace on thee
Till selfish gain no longer stain
The banner of the free!
O beautiful for patriot dream
That sees beyond the years
Thine alabaster cities gleam
Undimmed by human tears!
America! America!
God shed his grace on thee
Till nobler men keep once again
Thy whiter jubilee!
Mentioned in Stardust ch. 35
The Wind Beneath My Wings
Music and Lyrics by Larry Henley and Jeff Silbar
Sung by Bette Midler in the 1988 movie Beaches
It must have been cold there in my shadow
to never have sunlight on your face.
You've always been content to let me shine.
You've always walked one step behind.
I was the one with all the glory,
while you were the one with all the strength,
only a face without a name,
and I never once heard you complain.
Did you ever no that you're my hero
and everything that I'd like to be.
I can fly higher than an eagle,
'cause you are the Wind beneath my Wings.
You might have thought it went unnoticed
but I've got it all here in my heart.
I want you to know I know the truth
That I would be nothing without you.
Did you ever know that you're my hero
and everything that I'd like to be.
I can fly higher than an eagle,
'cause you are the Wind beneath my Wings.
Mentioned in Pastime (dedication, or at least that's my opinion)
by Norman Greenbaum
You'd better watch out for the eggplant
that ate Chicago
For he may eat your city soon.
You'd better watch out for the eggplant that ate Chicago,
If he's still hungry, the whole country's doomed.
He came from outer space, lookin' for somethin' to eat.
He landed in Chicago. He thought Chicago was a treat.
(It was sweet, it was just like sugar)
You'd better watch out for the eggplant that ate Chicago,
For he may eat your city soon (wacka-do, wacka-do, wacka-do)
You'd better watch out for the eggplant that ate Chicago,
If he's still hungry, the whole country's doomed.
He came from outer space, lookin' for
somethin' to eat.
He landed in Chicago. He thought Chicago was a treat.
(It was sweet, it was just like sugar)
You'd better watch out for the eggplant
that ate Chicago,
For he may eat your city soon (wacka-do, wacka-do, wacka-do)
You'd better watch out for the eggplant that ate Chicago,
If he's still hungry, the whole country's doomed ("it's in trouble!")
If he's still hungry, the whole country's doomed
Mentioned in Pastime ch. 3
Concord Hymn
By Ralph Waldo Emerson
By the rude bridge that arched the flood,
Their flag to April's breeze unfurled,
Here once the embattled farmers stood,
And fired the shot heard round the world.
The foe long since in silence slept;
Alike the conqueror silent sleeps;
And Time the ruined bridge has swept
Down the dark stream which seaward creeps.
On this green bank, by this soft stream,
We set to-day a votive stone;
That memory may their deed redeem,
When, like our sires, our sons are gone.
Spirit, that made those heroes dare
To die, and leave their children free,
Bid Time and Nature gently spare
The shaft we raise to them and thee.
Mentioned in Pastime ch. 7 and Chance ch. 16
Words and Music by Eddie Green
My heart's sad and I'm all forlorn, my man's treating me mean.
I regret the day that I was born and that man of mine I've ever seen.
My happiness, it never lasts a day; my heart is almost breaking while I say:
A good man is hard to find; you always get the other kind.
Just when you think that he is your pal,
you look for him and find him fooling 'round some other gal.
Then you rave; you even crave, to see him laying in his grave.
So, if your man is nice, take my advice,
and hug him in the morning, kiss him ev'ry night,
give him plenty of lovin', treat him right,
for a good man nowadays is hard to find.
Mentioned in Pastime ch. 7, Sudden Mischief ch. 2, Perish Twice ch. 6
by Fleecie Moore and Sam Theard
Hey everybody, let's have some fun
You only live for once and when you're dead you're done
So let the good times roll, let the good times roll
And live a long long
I don't care if you are young or old no no, get together and let the good times roll
Don't stand there moaning, talking trash
If you wanna have some fun, you'd better go out and spend some cash
And let the good time roll
Let the good time roll
I don't care if you young or old, get together and let the good times roll
Don't stand there moaning, talking trash
If you wanna have some fun, you'd better go out and spend some cash
And let the good time roll
Let the good time roll
I don't care if you young or old, get together and let the good times roll
Hey mister landlord, lock up all the doors
When the police comes around, tell them Johnny's coming down
Let the good times roll
Let the good times roll
And Lord I don't care if you young or old,
That's good enough to let the good times roll
Hey everybody!
Tell everybody !
That Johnny is in town
I got a dollar and a quarter
And I'm just raring to clown
Don't let nobody play me cheap
I got fifty cents more than I intend to keep
Let the good times roll
I don't care if you young or old
Let's get together and let the good times roll
Mentioned in Paper Doll ch. 38, Potshot ch. 8
Fit as a Fiddle
by Nacio Herb Brown
Fit as a fiddle, and ready for love
I can jump over the moon up above
fit as a fiddle, and ready for love.
Haven't a worry, haven't a care,
feel like a feather just floating on air,
fit as a fiddle and ready for love.
Soon the church bells will be ringin'
and we'll march with Ma and Pa.
How the church bells will be ringin'
with a hey nonny nonny and a ha cha cha
Hi diddle diddle, my baby's okay
ask me a riddle and what does she say?
Fit as a fiddle and ready for love.
Mentioned in Pastime ch. 19
Words: Sammy Cahm Music: James Van Heusen
Love is lovelier the second time around
Just as wonderful with both feet on the ground
It's that second time you hear your love song sung
Makes you think perhaps that love, like youth, is wasted on the young
Love's more comfortable the second time you fall
Like a friendly home the second time you call
Who can say what brought us to this miracle we've found?
There are those who'll bet love comes but once, and yet
I'm oh, so glad we met the second time around
Who can say what brought us to this miracle we've found?
There are those who'll bet love comes but once, and yet
I'm oh, so glad we met the second time around
Used in Pastime ch. 36
And When I Die
Words and music by Laura Nyro
I'm not scared of dyin' and I, don't really care
If it's peace you find in dyin' well then, let the time be near
If it's peace you find in dyin' and if dyin' time is near
Just bundle up my coffin 'cause it's, cold way down there
I hear that it's, cold way down there, yeah
Crazy cold way down there.
And when I die, and when I'm gone
There'll be one child born in this world to carry on, to carry on.
Now troubles are many they're as, deep as a well
I can swear there ain't no heaven, but I pray there ain't no hell
Swear there ain't no heaven and I pray there ain't no hell
But I'll never know by living only my, dyin' will tell yes only my
Dyin' will tell yeah, only my dyin' will tell.
And when I die, and when I'm gone
There'll be one child born in this world to carry on, to carry on, yeah-yeah.
Yee-ha!
Give me my freedom for as long as I be
All I ask of living is to have no chains on me
All I ask of living is to have no chains on me
And all I ask of dyin' is to go naturally only wanna, go naturally
Here I go!
Hey, hey here come the devil, right behind
Look out children, here he come, here he come, hey.
Don't want to go by the devil
Don't want to go by demon
Don't want to go by satan
Don't want to die uneasy
Just let me go naturally.
And when I die, and when I'm dead, dead and gone
There'll be one child born, in our world to carry on, to carry on, yeah-yeah.
Mentioned in Double Deuce ch. 10
There's No Business Like Show Business
by Irving Berlin
From the 1946 musical Annie Get Your
Gun
There's no business like show business
Like no business I know.
Everything about it is appealing;
Everything the 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 trade it for a sack of gold.
Let's go on with the show
Let's go on with the show!
Mentioned in Double Deuce ch. 23
American Pie
Words and music
by Don McLean
A long, long time ago...
I can still remember how
That music used to make me smile.
And I knew if I had my chance,
That I could make those people dance,
And maybe they'd be happy for a while.
But February made me shiver,
With every paper I'd deliver,
Bad news on the doorstep...
I couldn't take one more step.
I can't remember if I cried
When I read about his widowed bride
But something touched me deep inside,
The day the music died.
So...
chorus
Bye bye Miss American Pie,
Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry
Them good ol' boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye,
Singing "This'll be the day that I die,
This'll be the day that I die."
Did you write the Book of Love
And do you have faith in God above
If the Bible tells you so
Do you believe in rock 'n roll
Can music save your mortal soul
And can you teach me how to dance real slow
Well, I know that you're in love with him
'Cause I saw you dancin' in the gym
You both kicked off your shoes
Man, I dig those rhythm and blues
I was a lonely teenage broncin' buck
With a pink carnation and a pickup truck
But I knew I was out of luck
The day the music died
I started singin'
chorus
Now for ten years we've been on our own
And moss grows fat on a rollin' stone
But that's not how it used to be
When the jester sang for the King and Queen
In a coat he borrowed from James Dean
And a voice that came from you and me
Oh, and while the King was looking down
The jester stole his thorny crown
The courtroom was adjourned
No verdict was returned
And while Lennon read a book of Marx
The quartet practiced in the park
And we sang dirges in the dark
The day the music died
We were singing
chorus
Helter Skelter in a summer swelter
The Byrds flew off with a fallout shelter
Eight miles high and falling fast
It landed foul out on the grass
The players tried for a forward pass
With the jester on the sidelines in a cast
Now the half-time air was sweet perfume
While the Sergeants played a marching tune
We all got up to dance
Oh, but we never got the chance
'Cause the players tried to take the field
The marching band refused to yield
Do you recall what was revealed
The day the music died
We started singing
chorus
Oh, and there we were all in one place
A generation Lost in Space
With no time left to start again
So come on, Jack be nimble, Jack be quick
Jack Flash sat on a candlestick
'Cause fire is the Devil's only friend
Oh, and as I watched him on the stage
My hands were clenched in fists of rage
No angel born in hell
Could break that Satan's spell
And as the flames climbed high into the night
To light the sacrificial rite
I saw Satan laughing with delight
The day the music died
He was singing
chorus
I met a girl who sang the blues
And I asked her for some happy news
But she just smiled and turned away
I went down to the sacred store
Where I'd heard the music years before
But the man there said the music wouldn't play
And in the streets the children screamed
The lovers cried, and the poets dreamed
But not a word was spoken
The church bells all were broken
And the three men I admire most
The Father, Son and the Holy Ghost
They caught the last train for the coast
The day the music died
And, they were singing...
chorus
Mentioned in Double Deuce ch. 40
Written by Johnny S. Black, 1915
Lyrics as recorded by The Mills Brothers in 1942
I'm gonna buy a Paper Doll that I can call my own
A doll that other fellows cannot steal
And then the flirty, flirty guys with their flirty, flirty eyes
Will have to flirt with dollies that are real
When I come home at night she will be waiting
She'll be the truest doll in all this world
I'd rather have a Paper Doll to call my own
Than have a fickle-minded real live girl
I guess I had a million dolls or more
I guess I've played the doll game o'er and o'er
I just quarrelled with Sue, that's why I'm blue
She's gone away and left me just like all dolls do
I'll tell you boys, it's tough to be alone
And it's tough to love a doll that's not your own
I'm through with all of them
I'll never ball again
Say boy, whatcha gonna do?
I'm gonna buy a Paper Doll that I can call my own
A doll that other fellows cannot steal
And then the flirty, flirty guys with their flirty, flirty eyes
Will have to flirt with dollies that are real
When I come home at night she will be waiting
She'll be the truest doll in all this world
I'd rather have a Paper Doll to call my own
Than have a fickle-minded real live girl
Title of Paper Doll
Camelot
Words: Alan Jay Lerner
Music: Frederick Lowe
Title song from the 1961 musical play
It's true! It's true! The crown has made it clear.
The climate must be perfect all the year.
A law was made a distant moon ago here:
July and August cannot be too hot.
And there's a legal limit to the snow here
In Camelot.
The winter is forbidden till December
And exits March the second on the dot.
By order, summer lingers through September
In Camelot.
Camelot! Camelot!
I know it sounds a bit bizarre,
But in Camelot, Camelot
That's how conditions are.
The rain may never fall till after sundown.
By eight, the morning fog must disappear.
In short, there's simply not
A more congenial spot
For happily-ever-aftering than here
In Camelot.
Camelot! Camelot!
I know it gives a person pause,
But in Camelot, Camelot
Those are the legal laws.
The snow may never slush upon the hillside.
By nine p.m. the moonlight must appear.
In short, there's simply not
A more congenial spot
For happily-ever-aftering than here
In Camelot.
Mentioned in Paper Doll ch. 10, Shrink Rap ch. 4
I Got Rhythm
Words: Ira Gershwin Music: George Gershwin
From the 1931 musical Girl Crazy
Days can be sunny, with never a sigh;
Don't need what money can buy.
Birds in the tree sing, their day full of song.
Why shouldn't we sing along?
I'm chipper all the day, happy with my lot.
How do I get that way? Look at what I've got:
I got rhythm, I got music,
I got my man - who could ask for anything more?
I got daisies in green pastures,
I got my man - who could ask for anything more?
Old Man Trouble, I don't mind him -
You won't find him 'round my door.
I got starlight, I got sweet dreams,
I got my man - who could ask for anything more -
Who could ask for anything more?
Mentioned in Walking Shadow ch. 1 and 29
Words by B.G. De Sylva and Lew Brown, music by Ray Henderson
From the 1927 musical Good News
Lucky in love, lucky in love
What else matters if you're lucky in love?
Good breaks are few, few skies of blue
But bad luck scatters every time I'm with you
I don't mind that at poker I'm green
If my king of hearts only takes in his queen
I'll say I'm lucky in love
And if you'll take me, that'll make me
Ooh so lucky in love
Mentioned in Walking Shadow ch. 3
You're so Vain
Words and music
by Carly Simon
You walked into the party
Like you were walking onto a yacht
Your hat strategically dipped below one eye
Your scarf it was apricot
You had one eye in the mirror
As you watched yourself gavotte
And all the girls dreamed that they'd be your partner
They'd be your partner, and
(chorus)
You're so vain
You probably think this song is about you
You're so vain
I'll bet you think this song is about you
Don't you? Don't you?
You had me several years ago
When I was still quite naive
Well, you said that we made such a pretty pair
And that you would never leave
But you gave away the things you loved
And one of them was me
I had some dreams they were clouds in my coffee
Clouds in my coffee, and
(chorus)
Well, I hear you went up to Saratoga
And your horse naturally won
Then you flew your Lear jet up to Nova Scotia
To see the total eclipse of the sun
Well, you're where you should be all the time
And when you're not, you're with
Some underworld spy or the wife of a close friend
Wife of a close friend, and
(chorus)
Mentioned in Walking Shadow ch. 11
Two Sleepy People
Lyrics: Frank Loesser Music: Hoagy Cormichael
Here we are
Out of cigarettes
Holding hands and yawning
Look how late it gets
Two sleepy people by dawn's early light
And too much in love to say goodnight
Here we are
In the cozy chair
Picking on a wishbone
From the Frigidaire
Two sleepy people with nothing to say
And too much in love to break away
Do you remember
The nights we used to linger in the hall?
Father didn't like you at all
Do you remember
The reason why we married in the fall?
To rent this little nest
And get a bit of rest
Well, here we are
Just about the same
Foggy little fella
Drowsy little dame
Two sleepy people by dawn's early light
And too much in love to say goodnight
Mentioned in Walking Shadow ch. 11
Since I Fell For You
Words and music by Buddy Johnson
When you just give love , and never get love ,
you'd better let love depart
I know it's so , and yet I know,
I can't get you out of my heart
You made me leave my happy home
You took my love , and now you've gone ,
since I fell for you ...
Love brings such misery and pain
I guess I'll never be the same ,
since I fell for you ...
Well it's too bad , and it's too sad ,
but I'm in love with you ...
You love me , then you snub me
But what can I do , I'm still in love with you
Well , I guess I'll never see the light.
I get the blues most every nigh t,
since I fell for you ...
Since I fell for you
Mentioned in Walking Shadow ch. 25
Hit The Road Jack
Words and music by Percy Mayfield
(Hit the road Jack and don't you come back no more, no more, no more, no more.)
(Hit the road Jack and don't you come back no more.)
What you say?
(Hit the road Jack and don't you come back no more, no more, no more, no more.)
(Hit the road Jack and don't you come back no more.)
Woah Woman, oh woman, don't treat me so mean,
You're the meanest old woman that I've ever seen.
I guess if you said so
I'd have to pack my things and go. (That's right)
(Hit the road Jack and don't you come back no more, no more, no more, no more.)
(Hit the road Jack and don't you come back no more.)
What you say?
(Hit the road Jack and don't you come back no more, no more, no more, no more.)
(Hit the road Jack and don't you come back no more.)
Now baby, listen baby, don't ya treat me this-a way
Cause I'll be back on my feet some day.
(Don't care if you do 'cause it's understood)
(you ain't got no money you just ain't no good.)
Well, I guess if you say so
I'd have to pack my things and go. (That's right)
(Hit the road Jack and don't you come back no more, no more, no more, no more.)
(Hit the road Jack and don't you come back no more.)
What you say?
(Hit the road Jack and don't you come back no more, no more, no more, no more.)
(Hit the road Jack and don't you come back no more.)
Mentioned in Walking Shadow ch. 28
by Meredith Wilson
Harold:
Well, either you're closing your eyes
To a situation you do now wish to acknowledge
Or you are not aware of the caliber of disaster indicated
By the presence of a pool table in your community.
Ya got trouble, my friend, right here,
I say, trouble right here in River City.
Why sure I'm a billiard player,
Certainly mighty proud I say
I'm always mighty proud to say it.
I consider that the hours I spend
With a cue in my hand are golden.
Help you cultivate horse sense
And a cool head and a keen eye.
Never take and try to give
An iron-clad leave to yourself
From a three-reail billiard shot?
But just as I say,
It takes judgement, brains, and maturity to score
In a balkline game,
I say that any boob kin take
And shove a ball in a pocket.
And they call that sloth.
The first big step on the road
To the depths of deg-ra-Day--
I say, first, medicinal wine from a teaspoon,
Then beer from a bottle.
An' the next thing ya know,
Your son is playin' for money
In a pinch-back suit.
And list'nin to some big out-a-town Jasper
Hearin' him tell about horse-race gamblin'.
Not a wholesome trottin' race, no!
But a race where they set down right on the horse!
Like to see some stuck-up jockey'boy
Sittin' on Dan Patch? Make your blood boil?
Well, I should say.
Friends, lemme tell you what I mean.
Ya got one, two, three, four, five, six pockets in a table.
Pockets that mark the diff'rence
Between a gentlemen and a bum,
With a capital "B,"
And that rhymes with "P" and that stands for pool!
And all week long your River City
Youth'll be frittern away,
I say your young men'll be frittern!
Frittern away their noontime, suppertime, choretime too!
Get the ball in the pocket,
Never mind gittin' Dandelions pulled
Or the screen door patched or the beefsteak pounded.
Never mind pumpin' any water
'Til your parents are caught with the Cistern empty
On a Saturday night and that's trouble,
Oh, yes we got lots and lots a' trouble.
I'm thinkin' of the kids in the knickerbockers,
Shirt-tail young ones, peekin' in the pool
Hall window after school, look, folks!
Right here in River City.
Trouble with a capital "T"
And that rhymes with "P" and that stands for pool!
Now, I know all you folks are the right kinda parents.
I'm gonna be perfectly frank.
Would ya like to know what kinda conversation goes
On while they're loafin' around that Hall?
They're tryin' out Bevo, tryin' out cubebs,
Tryin' out Tailor Mades like Cigarette Feends!
And braggin' all about
How they're gonna cover up a tell-tale breath with Sen-Sen.
One fine night, they leave the pool hall,
Headin' for the dance at the Arm'ry!
Libertine men and Scarlet women!
And Rag-time, shameless music
That'll grab your son and your daughter
With the arms of a jungle animal instink!
Mass-staria!
Friends, the idle brain is the devil's playground!
People:
Trouble, oh we got trouble,
Right here in River City!
With a capital "T"
That rhymes with "P"
And that stands for Pool,
That stands for pool.
We've surely got trouble!
Right here in River City,
Right here!
Gotta figger out a way
To keep the young ones moral after school!
Trouble, trouble, trouble, trouble, trouble...
Harold:
Mothers of River City!
Heed the warning before it's too late!
Watch for the tell-tale sign of corruption!
The moment your son leaves the house,
Does he rebuckle his knickerbockers below the knee?
Is there a nicotine stain on his index finger?
A dime novel hidden in the corn crib?
Is he starting to memorize jokes from Capt.
Billy's Whiz Bang?
Are certain words creeping into his conversation?
Words like 'swell?"
And 'so's your old man?"
Well, if so my friends,
Ya got trouble,
Right here in River city!
With a capital "T"
And that rhymes with "P"
And that stands for Pool.
We've surely got trouble!
Right here in River City!
Remember the Maine, Plymouth Rock and the Golden Rule!
Oh, we've got trouble.
We're in terrible, terrible trouble.
That game with the fifteen numbered balls is a devil's tool!
Oh yes we got trouble, trouble, trouble!
With a "T"! Gotta rhyme it with "P"!
And that stands for Pool!!!
Mentioned in Walking Shadow ch. 33
True Love Never Runs Smooth
Words: Hal David Music: Burt Bacharach
Stand beside me all the while no matter what goes wrong
Separately we're weak, together we'll be strong
Fo-or true love never runs smooth, but I don't care
'cause true love is worth all the pain, the heartaches and tears
That we may share.
When the world outside my arms is pulling us apart
Press your lips to mine and hold me with your heart
For true love never runs smooth, that's what they say
But true love is worth all the pain, the heartaches and tears
We have to face.
Mentioned in Walking Shadow ch. 41
Bewitched, Bothered and
Bewildered
Words: Lorenz Hart Music: Richard Rogers
He's a fool and don't I know it
But a fool can have her charms
I'm in love and don't I show it
Like a babe in arms
Men, are not a new sensation
I've done pretty well I think
But this half-pint imitation
Put me on the blink
I'm wild again, beguilded again
A simpering, whimpering child again
Bewitched, bothered and bewildered - am I
Couldn't sleep, and wouldn't sleep
And ------ I do, if I shouldn't sleep
Bewitched, bothered and bewildered - am I
Lost my heart, but what of it?
My mistake I agree
He's a laugh, but I love it
Because the laugh's on me
A pill he is, but still he is
All mine and I'll keep him until he is
Bewitched, bothered and bewildered - like me
La, da, da, da, da, di, dam
Mmmmmmm
La, da, da, da, da, da, dam
I guess the laugh's on me
I slept again, I tripped again
The way to my heart is unzipped again
Bewitched, bothered and bewildered - am I
Mentioned in Walking Shadow ch. 48
Kisses Sweeter Than Wine
Words: Paul Campbell Music: Huddie Ledbetter
Well, when I was a young man never been kissed
I got to thinkin' it over how much I had missed
So I got me a girl and I kissed her and then, and then
Oh, lordy, well I kissed 'er again
CHORUS
Because she had kisses sweeter than wine
She had, mmm, mmm, kisses sweeter than wine
Well I asked her to marry and to be my sweet wife
I told her we'd be so happy for the rest of our life
I begged and I pleaded like a natural man
And then, whoops oh lordy, well she gave me her hand
CHORUS
Well we worked very hard both me and my wife
Workin' hand-in-hand to have a good life
We had corn in the field and wheat in the bin
And then, whoops oh lord, I was the father of twins
CHORUS
Well our children they numbered just about four
And they all had a sweetheart a'knockin' on the door
They all got married and they wouldn't hesitate
I was, whoops oh lord, the grandfather of eight
CHORUS
Well now that I'm old and I'm a'ready to go
I get to thinkin' what happened a long time ago
Had a lot of kids, a lot of trouble and pain
But then, whoops oh lordy, well I'd do it all again
Because she had kisses sweeter than wine
She had, mmm…kisses…sweeter…than…wine
Mentioned in Thin Air ch. 19
Little Green
Apples
Words and music
by Bobby Russell
And I wake up in the morning with my hair down in my eyes and she says hi
And I stumble to the breakfast table while the kids are going off to school, Goodbye.
And she reaches out and takes my hand and squeezes it and says how you feeling hon?
And I look across at smiling lips that warm my heart, and see my morning sun.
And if that's not loving me, then all I've got to say,
God didn't make the little green apples, and it don't rain in Indianapolis in the summer time.
And there's no such thing as Dr. Seuss or Disney Land and Mother Goose, no nursery rhymes.
God didn't make the little green apples, and it don't rain in Indianapolis in the summer time.
And when myself is feeling low, I think about her face and go and ease my mind.
Sometimes I call her up, at home, knowing she's busy.
And ask her if she can get away, meet me and maybe we can grab a bite to eat.
And she drops what she's doing and she hurries down to meet me, and I'm always late.
But she sits waiting patiently, and smiles when she first sees me, because she's made that way.
And if that ain't loving me, then all I've got to say,
God didn't make the little green apples, and it don't snow in Minneapolis when the winter comes.
And there's no such thing as make-believe, puppy dogs or autumn leaves, no bb guns.
God didn't make the little green apples, and it don't snow in Minneapolis when the winter comes.
Mentioned in Thin Air ch. 17
When Joanna Loved Me
Written by Robert Wells and Jack Segal
Today is just another day, tomorrow is a guess
But yesterday, oh, what I'd give for yesterday
To relive one yesterday and its happiness
When Joanna loved me
Every town was Paris
Every day was Sunday
Every month was May
When Joanna loved me
Every sound was music
Music made of laughter
Laughter that was bright and gay
But when Joanna left me
May became December
But, even in December, I remember
Her touch, her smile, and for a little while
She loves me
And once again it's Paris
Paris on a Sunday
And the month is May
Mentioned in Chance (dedication)
Evelina
Words: Yip Harburg
Music: Harold Arlen
From the 1944 musical Bloomer Girl
Evelina, won't ya ever take a shine to that moon?
Evelina, ain't ya bothered by the bobolink's tune?
Tell me, tell me how long
Ya gonna keep delayin' the day.
Don't ya reckon it's wrong
Trifflin' with April this way?
Evelina, won't ya pay a little mind to me soon?
Wake up! wake up!
The earth is fair, the fruit is fine
But what's the use o' smellin' winter water melon
Clingin' to another fella's vine?
Evelina, won't ya roll off that vine an' be mine?
Mentioned in Chance ch. 1
by Bob Dylan
Johnny's in the basement
Mixing up the medicine
I'm on the pavement
Thinking about the government
The man in the trench coat
Badge out, laid off
Says he's got a bad cough
Wants to get it paid off
Look out kid
It's somethin' you did
God knows when
But you're doin' it again
You better duck down the alley way
Lookin' for a new friend
The man in the coon-skin cap
In the big pen
Wants eleven dollar bills
You only got ten
Maggie comes fleet foot
Face full of black soot
Talkin' that the heat put
Plants in the bed but
The phone's tapped anyway
Maggie says that many say
They must bust in early May
Orders from the D. A.
Look out kid
Don't matter what you did
Walk on your tip toes
Don't try "No Doz"
Better stay away from those
That carry around a fire hose
Keep a clean nose
Watch the plain clothes
You don't need a weather man
To know which way the wind blows
Get sick, get well
Hang around a ink well
Ring bell, hard to tell
If anything is goin' to sell
Try hard, get barred
Get back, write braille
Get jailed, jump bail
Join the army, if you fail
Look out kid
You're gonna get hit
But users, cheaters
Six-time losers
Hang around the theaters
Girl by the whirlpool
Lookin' for a new fool
Don't follow leaders
Watch the parkin' meters
Ah get born, keep warm
Short pants, romance, learn to dance
Get dressed, get blessed
Try to be a success
Please her, please him, buy gifts
Don't steal, don't lift
Twenty years of schoolin'
And they put you on the day shift
Look out kid
They keep it all hid
Better jump down a manhole
Light yourself a candle
Don't wear sandals
Try to avoid the scandals
Don't wanna be a bum
You better chew gum
The pump don't work
'Cause the vandals took the handles
Mentioned in Chance ch. 8
Ticket To Ride
by John Lennon and Paul McCartney
I think I'm gonna be sad, I think it's today, Yeah
The girl that's driving me mad is going away
She's got a ticket to ride
She's got a ticket to ride
She's got a ticket to ride
but she don't care
She said that living with me is bringing her down, yeah
For she would never be free when I was around
She's got a ticket to ride
She's got a ticket to ride
She's got a ticket to ride
but she don't care
I don't know why she's riding so high
She ought to think twice
She ought to do right by me
Before she gets to saying goodbye
She ought to think twice
She ought to do right by me
I think I'm gonna be sad, I think it's today, Yeah
The girl that's driving me mad is going away, yeah, oh
She's got a ticket to ride
She's got a ticket to ride
She's got a ticket to ride
but she don't care
I don't know why she's riding so high
She ought to think twice
She ought to do right by me
Before she gets to saying goodbye
She ought to think right
She ought to do right by me
She said that living with me is bringing her down, yeah
For she would never be free when I was around
She's got a ticket to ride
She's got a ticket to ride
She's got a ticket to ride
but she don't care
My baby don't care
My baby don't care
My baby don't care
My baby don't care
My baby don't care
Mentioned in Chance ch. 10
School's Out
Written by A. Cooper, M. Bruce, G. Buxton, D. Dunaway, N. Smith
Well we got no choice
All the girls and boys
Makin all that noise
'Cause they found new toys
Well we can't salute ya
Can't find a flag
If that don't suit ya
That's a drag
School's out for summer
School's out forever
School's been blown to pieces
No more pencils
No more books
No more teacher's dirty looks
Well we got no class
And we got no principles
And we got no innocence
We can't even think of a word that rhymes
School's out for summer
School's out forever
School's been blown to pieces
No more pencils
No more books
No more teacher's dirty looks
Out for summer
Out till fall
We might not go back at all
School's out forever
School's out for summer
School's out with fever
School's out completely
Mentioned in Chance ch. 32
Words: Leo Robin Music: Ralph Rainger
From the 1938 movie The Big Broadcast of 1938
Thanks for the memory
of candle light and wine, Castles on the Rhine,
The Parthenon and moments on the Hudson River Line.
How lovely it was!
Thanks for the memory
of rainy afternoons, Swingy Harlem tunes,
And motor trips and burning lips and burning toast and prunes,
How lovely it was!
Many's the time that we feasted
And many's the time that we fasted.
Oh, well, it was swell while it lasted;
We did have fun and no harm done.
And thanks for the memory
of sun-burns at the shore, nights in Singapore.
You might have been a head-ache but you never were a bore,
So thank you so much.
Thanks for the memory
of sentimental verse, Nothing in my purse,
And chuckles when the preacher said "For better or for worse"
How lovely it was!
Thanks for the memory
of lingerie with lace, Pilsner by the case,
And how I jumped the day you trumped my one and only ace.
How lovely it was!
We said good bye with a highball;
Then I got as "high" as a steeple.
But we were intelligent people;
No tears, no fuss, Hurray for us.
So thanks for the memory
and strictly entre-nous, Darling, how are you?
And how are all the little dreams that never did come true?
Awf'ly glad I met you, Cheerio and toodle-oo
And thank you so much
Mentioned in Small Vices (dedication)
Mrs. Robinson
Words and music
by Paul Simon
And here's to you, Mrs. Robinson.
Jesus loves you more than you will know (wo, wo, wo)
God bless you, please, Mrs. Robinson.
Heaven holds a place for those who pray,
(Hey, hey, hey, . . . hey, hey, hey)
We'd like to know a little bit about you for our files.
We'd like to help you learn to help yourself.
Look around you, all you see are sympathetic eyes.
Stroll around the ground until you feel at home.
And here's to you Mrs. Robinson.
Jesus loves you more than you will know (wo, wo, wo)
God bless you, please, Mrs. Robinson.
Heaven holds a place for those who pray,
(Hey, hey, hey, . . . hey, hey, hey)
Hide it in a hiding place where no one ever goes.
Put it in you pantry with your cup cakes.
It's a little secret, just the Robinson's affair.
Most of all you've got to hide it from the kids,
Coo, coo, ca-choo, Mrs. Robinson,
Jesus loves you more than you will know. (wo, wo, wo)
God bless you, please, Mrs. Robinson.
Heaven holds a place for those who pray.
(Hey, hey, hey, . . . hey, hey, hey)
Sitting on a sofa on a Sunday afternoon.
Going to the candidates' debate.
Laugh about it, shout about it when you've got to choose.
Ev'ry way you look at it, you lose.
Where have you gone, Joe Dimagio?
A nation turns its lonely eyes to you. (wo, wo, wo)
What's that you say, Mrs. Robinson.
"Jolt-in' Joe" has left and gone away.
(Hey, hey, hey, . . . hey, hey, hey)
Mentioned in Small Vices ch. 13
Boola Boola
Words and music by Allan M. Hirsch
Well, here we are; well, here we are!
Just watch us rolling up a score.
We'll leave those fellows behind so far,
They won't want to play us any more!
We've hope and faith in Eli Yale!
To win we cannot fail!
Well, a "Boola, Boo, Boola, Boola, Boo, Boola, Boo,
Boola, 'oola, Boola, Boo!"
Chorus:
Boola, Boola, Boola, Boola,
Boola, Boola, Boola, Boola,
When we're through with these poor fellows,
They will holler Boola, Boo,
Rah, Rah, Rah,
Yale, Eli Yale.
Oh, Yale, Eli Yale,
Oh, Yale, Eli Yale,
Oh, Yale, Eli Yale!
Now isn't it a shame, now, isn't it a shame,
To do those fellows up so bad?
We've done it before, we can do it once more,
Though they'll feel very very sad.
We'll roll up the score so very high.
That you will hear them sigh,
"Boola, Boola, Boo, Boola, Boola, Boo,
Boola, Boo, Boola, 'oola, Boola, Boo!"
Mentioned in Small Vices ch. 14
Good Golly Miss Molly
Words and music by John Marascalco and Robert Blackwell
Good Golly Miss Molly, sure like to ball.
Good golly, Miss Molly, sure like to ball.
When you're rockin' and a rollin' can't hear your momma call.
From the early early mornin' till the early early night
You can see Miss Molly rockin' at the house of blue lights.
Good golly, Miss Molly, sure like to ball.
When you're rockin' and a rollin' can't hear your momma call.
Well, now momma, poppa told me: "Son, you better watch your step."
If I knew my momma, poppa, have to watch my dad myself.
Good golly, Miss Molly, sure like to ball.
When you're rockin' and a rollin' can't hear your momma call.
I am going to the corner, gonna buy a diamond ring.
Would you pardon me if it's a nineteen carat golden thing.
Good golly, Miss Molly, sure like to ball.
When you're rockin' and a rollin' can't hear your momma call.
Good golly, Miss Molly, sure like to ball.
Good golly, Miss Molly, you sure like a ball.
When you're rockin' and a rollin' can't hear your momma call.
Mentioned in Sudden Mischief ch. 16
Modern Major General
Words: Sir William S. Gilbert Music: Sir Arthur Sullivan
from the 1880 musical The Pirates of Penzance
MAJOR GENERAL STANLEY: I am the very model of a modern Major General,
I've information vegetable, animal, and mineral,
I know the kings of England, and I quote the fights historical
From Marathon to Waterloo, in order categorical;
I'm very well acquainted, too, with matters mathematical,
I understand equations, both the simple and quadratical,
About binomial theorem I'm teeming with a lot o' news,
With many cheerful facts about the square of the hypotenuse.
ALL: With many cheerful facts...
GENERAL STANLEY: I'm very good at integral and differential calculus;
I know the scientific names of beings animalculous:
In short, in matters vegetable, animal, and mineral,
I am the very model of a modern Major General.
ALL: In short, in matters vegetable, animal, and mineral,
He is the very model of a modern Major General.
GENERAL STANLEY: I know our mythic history, King Arthur's and Sir Caradoc's;
I answer hard acrostics, I've a pretty taste for paradox,
I quote in elegiacs all the crimes of Heliogabalus,
In conics I can floor peculiarities parabolous;
I can tell undoubted Raphaels from Gerard Dows and Zoffanies,
I know the croaking chorus from the Frogs of Aristophanes!
Then I can hum a fugue of which I've heard the music's din afore,
And whistle all the airs from that infernal nonsense Pinafore.
ALL: And whistle all the airs...
GENERAL STANLEY: Then I can write a washing bill in Babylonic cuneiform,
And tell you ev'ry detail of Caractacus's uniform:
In short, in matters vegetable, animal, and mineral,
I am the very model of a modern Major-General.
ALL: In short, in matters vegetable, animal, and mineral,
He is the very model of a modern Major-General.
GENERAL STANLEY: In fact, when I know what is meant by "mamelon" and "ravelin",
When I can tell at sight a Mauser rifle from a javelin,
When such affairs as sorties and surprises I'm more wary at,
And when I know precisely what is meant by "commissariat",
When I have learnt what progress has been made in modern gunnery,
When I know more of tactics than a novice in a nunnery
In short, when I've a smattering of elemental strategy,
You'll say a better Major-General has never sat a gee.
ALL: You'll say a better Major-General...
GENERAL STANLEY: For my military knowledge, though I'm plucky and adventury,
Has only been brought down to the beginning of the century;
But still, in matters vegetable, animal, and mineral,
I am the very model of a modern Major-General.
ALL: But still, in matters vegetable, animal, and mineral,
He is the very model of a modern Major-General.
Mentioned in Sudden Mischief ch. 23
Words and music by Billy Strayhorn
I used to visit all the very gay places
Those come what may places
Where one relaxes on the axis of the wheel of life
To get the feel of life...
From jazz and cocktails.
The girls I knew had sad and sullen gray faces
With distingue traces
That used to be there you could see where they'd been washed away
By too many through the day...
Twelve o'clock tales.
Then you came along with your siren of song
To tempt me to madness!
I thought for a while that your poignant smile was tinged with the sadness
Of a great love for me.
Ah yes! I was wrong...
Again, I was wrong.
Life is lonely again,
And only last year everything seemed so sure.
Now life is awful again,
A troughful of hearts could only be a bore.
A week in Paris will ease the bite of it,
All I care is to smile in spite of it.
I'll forget you, I will
While yet you are still burning inside my brain.
Romance is mush,
Stifling those who strive.
I'll live a lush life in some small dive...
And there I'll be, while I rot
With the rest of those whose lives are lonely, too..
Mentioned in Sudden Mischief ch. 25, Widow's Walk ch. 48
The Last Farewell
Words and music by Roger Whittaker and R.A. Webster
There's a ship lies rigged and ready in the harbor
Tomorrow for old England she sails
Far away from your land of endless sunshine
To my land full of rainy skies and gales
And I shall be aboard that ship tomorrow
Though my heart is full of tears at this farewell
For you are beautiful, I have loved you dearly
More dearly than the spoken word can tell
For you are beautiful, I have loved you dearly
More dearly than the spoken word can tell
I've heard there's a wicked war a-blazing
And the taste of war I know so very well
Even now I see the foreign flag a-raising
Their guns on fire as we sail into hell
I have no fear of death, it brings no sorrow
But how bitter will be this last farewell
For you are beautiful, I have loved you dearly
More dearly than the spoken word can tell
For you are beautiful, I have loved you dearly
More dearly than the spoken word can tell
Though death and darkness gather all about me
My ship be torn apart upon the seas
I shall smell again the fragrance of these islands
And the heaving waves that brought me once to thee
And should I return home safe again to England
I shall watch the English mist roll through the dale
For you are beautiful, I have loved you dearly
More dearly than the spoken word can tell
For you are beautiful, I have loved you dearly
More dearly than the spoken word can tell
Mentioned in Sudden Mischief ch. 31, Hugger Mugger ch. 29, All Our Yesterdays p.305 paperback, p. 268 hard cover.
Big Yellow Taxi
Words and music
by Joni Mitchell
They paved paradise and put up a parking lot,
With a pink hotel, a boutique, and a swinging hot spot,
(chorus)
Don't it always seem to go,
That you don't know what you got 'til it's gone,
They paved paradise, and put up a parking lot.
They took up all the trees and put 'em in a tree museum
And then they charged all the people 25 bucks just to see 'em
(chorus)
Hey farmer farmer put away your DDT now,
Give me spots on my apples but leave me the birds & the bees please
(chorus)
Late last night I heard the screen door slam,
And a big yellow taxi carried off my old man,
(chorus)
Mentioned in Sudden Mischief ch. 32
I've Got A Crush on You
Words: George Gershwin Music: Ira Gershwin
From the 1928 musical Treasure Girl
How glad the many millions of Timothy’s and Williams
Would be to capture me
But you had such persistence,
you wore down my resistance
I fell, and it was swell
You're my big and brave and handsome Romeo
How I won you, I shall never, never know
It's not that you're attractive but, oh, my heart grew active
When you came into view
I've got a crush on you, sweetie pie
All the day and night-time, hear me sigh
I never had the least notion
That I could fall with so much emotion
Could you coo?
Could you care
For a cunning cottage we could share?
The world will pardon my mush
'Cause I've got a crush, my baby, on you
Mentioned in Hush Money (dedication)
Rum and Coca-Cola
Words: Rupert Westmore Grant AKA Lord Invader Music:
Maurice Baron
If you ever go down Trinidad
They make you feel so very glad
Calypso sing and make up rhyme
Guarantee you one real good fine time
Drinkin' rum and Coca-Cola
Go down Point Koomahnah
Both mother and daughter
Workin' for the Yankee dollar
Since the Yankee come to Trinidad
They got the young girls all goin' mad
Young girls say they treat 'em nice
Make Trinidad like paradise
Drinkin' rum and Coca-Cola
Go down Point Koomahnah
Both mother and daughter
Workin' for the Yankee dollar
From Chicachicaree to Mona's Isle
Native girls all dance and smile
Help soldier celebrate his leave
Make every day like New Year's Eve
Drinkin' rum and Coca-Cola
Go down Point Koomahnah
Both mother and daughter
Workin' for the Yankee dollar
In old Trinidad, I also fear
The situation is mighty queer
Like the Yankee girl, the native swoon
When she hear der Bingo croon
Drinkin' rum and Coca-Cola
Go down Point Koomahnah
Both mother and daughter
Workin' for the Yankee dollar
Out on Manzanella Beach
G.I. romance with native peach
All night long, make tropic love
Next day, sit in hot sun and cool off
Drinkin' rum and Coca-Cola
Go down Point Koomahnah
Both mother and daughter
Workin' for the Yankee dollar
Mentioned in Hush Money ch. 6
Louie Louie
Words and music by Richard Berry
Louie Louie, me gotta go.
Louie Louie, me gotta go.
A fine little girl, she wait for me.
Me catch the ship across the sea.
I sailed the ship all alone.
I never think I'll make it home.
Louie Louie, me gotta go .
Three nights and days we sailed the sea.
Me think of girl constantly.
On the ship, I dream she there.
I smell the rose in her hair.
Louie Louie, me gotta go.
Me see Jamaican moon above.
It won't be long me see me love.
Me take her in my arms and then
I tell her I never leave again.
Louie Louie, me gotta go.
Mentioned in Hush Money ch. 8
They Can't Take That Away From Me
Words: Ira Gershwin Music: George Gershwin
From the 1936 movie Shall We Dance
There are many many crazy things
That will keep me loving you
And with your permission
May I list a few
The way you wear your hat
The way you sip your tea
The memory of all that
No they can't take that away from me
The way your smile just beams
The way you sing off key
The way you haunt my dreams
No they can't take that away from me
We may never never meet again, on that bumpy road to love
But I'll always, always keep the memory of
The way you hold your knife
The way we danced till three
The way you changed my life
No they can't take that away from me
Mentioned in Hush Money ch. 17
Younger than Springtime
Words: Oscar Hammerstein
Music: Richard Rodgers
From the 1949 musical South Pacific
Younger than springtime are you
Softer than starlight are you
Warmer than winds of June are the gentle lips you gave me
Gayer than laughter are you
Sweeter than music are you
Angel and lover, heaven and earth, are you to me.
And when your youth and joy invade my arms
And fill my heart as now they do. Then....
Younger than springtime am I
Gayer than laughter am I
Angel and lover, heaven and earth am I with you.
Mentioned in Hush Money ch. 29, Widow's Walk ch. 26
(L. Elbel)/Regents of the University of Michigan
Now for a cheer they are here, triumphant!
Here they come with banners flying,
In stalwart step they're nighing,
With shouts of vict'ry crying,
We hurrah, hurrah, we greet you now,
Hail!
Far we their praises sing
For the glory and fame they've bro't us
Loud let the bells them ring
For here they come with banners flying
Far we their praises tell
For the glory and fame they've bro't us
Loud let the bells them ring
For here they come with banners flying
Here they come, Hurrah!
Hail! to the victors valiant
Hail! to the conqu'ring heroes
Hail! Hail! to Michigan
the leaders and best
Hail! to the victors valiant
Hail! to the conqu'ring heroes
Hail! Hail! to Michigan,
the champions of the West!
We cheer them again
We cheer and cheer again
For Michigan, we cheer for Michigan
We cheer with might and main
We cheer, cheer, cheer
With might and main we cheer!
Hail! to the victors valiant
Hail! to the conqu'ring heroes
Hail! Hail! to Michigan,
the champions of the West!
Mentioned in Hush Money ch. 27
Day In, Day Out
Words: Johnny Mercer Music: Rube Bloom
Day in, day out
The same old hoodoo follows me about
The same old pounding in my heart whenever I think of you
And, darling, I think of you
Day in and day out
Day out, day in
I needn't tell you how my days begin
When I awake, I awaken with a tingle
One possibility in view
That possibility of maybe seeing you
Come rain, come shine
I meet you and to me the day is fine
Then I kiss your lips
And the pounding becomes
The ocean's roar
A thousand drums
Can't you see it's love
Can there be any doubt
When there it is
Day in, day out
Mentioned in Hugger Mugger (dedication)
Words: Stuart Gorell Music: Hoagy Carmichael
Georgia, Georgia, the whole day through
Just an old sweet song
Keeps Georgia on my mind
Georgia, Georgia, a song of you
Comes as sweet and clear
As moonlight through the pines
Other arms reach out to me
Other eyes smile tenderly
Still in peaceful dreams I see
The road leads back to you
Georgia, Georgia, no peace I find
Just an old sweet song
Keeps Georgia on my mind
Mentioned in Hugger Mugger ch. 2
Love Makes The World Go 'Round
Words and Music by Ollie Jones
Love Makes The World Go 'Round
( Yea, Yea and a Yea, Yeah! ) Yes!
There’s been a lot of talk about the game of love,
It’s what everybody, everywhere, is thinking of!
The love bug’s busy as he can be,
And I gotta a funny feeling that he just bit me!
[chorus]
‘Cause love makes the world go ‘round and around.
Love makes the world go ‘round!
Your pulse will beat and your heart will pound,
‘Cause love makes the world go ‘round!
I met a little guy about four feet small,
Who fell in love with Annie who was eight feet tall!
Every time I see ‘em comin’ down the street,
I know true love just can’t be beat!
[repeat chorus]
A goose got loose at the county fair,
They looked high and low but she wasn’t there!
Up jumped a gander who said leave her alone,
When she misses old Dad, she’ll come back home!
‘Cause love makes the world go ‘round . . . ( and ‘round and ‘round! )
No matter what you do or where you go,
You get kinda lonely when the lights are low!
Everybody’s gotta have a love that’s true,
And I just gotta have you, you, you!
‘Cause love makes the world go ‘round and around.
Love makes the world go ‘round!
Your pulse will beat and your heart will pound,
‘Cause love makes the world go . . .
Love makes the world go . . .
Love! Makes the world go round!
Yea, Yea and a Yea, Yeah!
Mentioned in Hugger Mugger ch. 8
Love Makes The World Go 'Round
Words and music by Bob Merrill
from the 1961 musical Carnival
Love makes the world go 'round
Love makes the world go 'round
Somebody soon will love you
If no one loves you now
High in some silent sky
Love sings a silver song
Making the earth whirl softly
Love makes the world go 'round
Love makes the world go 'round
Somebody soon will love you
If no one loves you now
Love sings a silver song
Making the earth whirl softly
Love makes the world go 'round
Mentioned in Hugger Mugger ch. 8
By The Powerpuff Girls
Bubbles: Open your eyes and take in everything that you see.
Look at all the colors
Just yellow, blue, and green
We can take an airplane and fly across the globe
Look down upon the colors
Everyone, come on, let's go! Because. . .
Buttercup: Love. . .
Blossom: Love. . .
Bubbles: Love. . .
All: Love, love, makes the world go round!
Buttercup: Love. . .
Blossom: Love. . .
Bubbles: Love. . .
All: Love, love, makes the world go round!
Bubbles: Open your ears, and listen what the world has to say
Hear the birds and bells and you will have a brighter day!
Everyone has a special song deep inside their heart
If you want, you can sing with us, it's the perfect place to start!
Buttercup: Love, love, love, love. . . love. . . makes the world go round!
Bubbles: You can't hurt me with the things that you do! I'll pick up dandelions and I'll give them to you!
Blossom: Puppy dogs. . . kitty cats. . . swimming. . . . love!
Buttercup: Love. . .
Blossom: Love. . .
Bubbles: Love. . .
All: Love, love, makes the world go round!
Buttercup: Love. . .
Bubbles: Love. . .
Blossom: Love. . .
All: Love, love, makes the world go round!
Not really mentioned in Hugger Mugger ch. 8
What's Love Got To Do With It
Words and music by Terry Britten and Graham Lyle
You must understand
That the touch of your hand
Makes my pulse react
That it`s only that thrill
Of boy meeting girl
Opposites attract
It's physical
Only logical
You must try to ignore
That it means more than that
Oh what's love got to do with it
What's love but a second hand emotion
What's love got to do with it
Who needs a heart
When a heart can be broken
It may seem to you
That I'm acting confused
When you're close to me
If I tend to look dazed
I've read it someplace
I've got cause to be
There's a name for it
There's a phrase for it
But whatever the reason
You do it for me
I've been thinking of a new direction
But I have to say
I've been thinking about my own protection
It scares me to feel that way
What's love got to do with it
What's love but a sweet old fashioned notion
What's love got to do with it
Who needs a heart when a heart can be broken
Mentioned in Hugger Mugger ch. 16
San Francisco
Words and music
by Gus Kahn
San Francisco, open up your golden gate
You let no stranger wait outside your door
San Francisco, here is your wandering one
Saying "I'll wander no more"
Other places only make me love you best
Tell me you're the heart of all the golden west
San Francisco, welcome me home again
I'm not at home to go roaming no more.
Mentioned in Hugger Mugger ch. 36
California, Here I Come
Words and Music by Bud DeSylva, Al Jolson and Joseph Meyer
When the wintry winds are blowing, And the snow is starting in to fall,
Then my eyes turn westward, knowing That's the place I love the best of all.
California, I've been blue, Since I've been away from you
I can't wait 'til I get going, Even now I'm starting in to call, Oh,
(chorus)
California, here I come, Right back where I started from.
Where bowers of flowers bloom in the sun,
Each morning at dawning, Birdies sing an' ev'rything.
A sunkist miss said, "Don't be late," That's why I can hardly wait!
Open up that Golden Gate, California, here I come.
Anyone who likes to wander, Ought to keep this saying in his mind,
"Absence makes the heart grow fonder," Of the good old place you leave behind.
When you've hit the trail a while, Seems you rarely see a smile;
That's why I must fly out younder, Where a frown is mighty hard to find! Oh,
(Repeat chorus)
Mentioned in Hugger Mugger ch. 36
I Left My Heart in San Francisco
Words: Douglass Cross Music: George Cory
The loveliness of Paris seems somehow sadly gay
The glory that was Rome is of another day
I've been terribly alone and forgotten in Manhattan
I'm going home to my city by the Bay
I left my heart in San Francisco
High on a hill, it calls to me
To be where little cable cars climb halfway to the stars
The morning fog may chill the air, I don't care
My love waits there in San Francisco
Above the blue and windy sea
When I come home to you, San Francisco
Your golden sun will shine for me
Mentioned in Hugger Mugger ch. 40
Hostess with the Mostes' on the Ball
Words and music by Irving Berlin
From the 1950 musical Call me Madam
I was born on a thousand acres of Oklahoma land
Nothing grew on the thousand acres for it was gravel and sand
One day father started digging in a field
Hoping to find some soil
He dug and he dug and what do you think?
Oil, oil, oil
The money rolled in and I rolled out with a fortune piled so high
Washington was my destination
And now who am I?
I'm the chosen party giver
For the White House clientele
And they know that I deliver
What it takes to make 'em jell
And in Washington I'm known by one and all
As the hostess with the mostes' on the ball
They could go to Elsa Maxwell
When they had an axe to grind
They could always grind their axe well
At the parties she designed
Now the hatchet grinders all prefer to call
On the hostess with the mostes' on the ball
I've a great big bar and good caviar
Yes, the best that can be found
And a large amount in my bank account
When election time comes 'round
If you're feeling presidential
You can make it, yes, indeed
There are just three things essential
Let me tell you all you need
Is an ounce of wisdom and a pound of gall
And the hostess with the mostes' on the ball
An Ambassador has just reached the shore
He's a man of many loves
An important gent from the Orient
To be handled with kid gloves
He can come and let his hair down
Have the best time of his life
Even bring his new affair down
Introduce her as his wife
But she mustn't leave her panties in the hall
For the hostess who's the hostess with the mostes' on the ball
[Encore:]
I've been highly complimented
And I thank you what is more
You'll be damned well represented
By your new ambassador
For my one ambition is to make them fall
For the hostess with the mostes' on the ball
In the handbag that I'll carry
There's a precious little note
To their highnesses from Harry
Introducing me he wrote:
"I'll appreciate a favor large or small
For the hostess with the mostes' on the ball"
There'll be no mistakes, I've got what it takes
To make friends across the sea
I'll make being smart an important part
Of my foreign policy
I'll cement our good relations
When I give my first affair
There'll be special invitations
To the Duke and Duchess there
Who's already written asking them to call
Not the priestess with the leastes'
But the hostess who's the hostess with the mostes' on the ball
Mentioned in Hugger Mugger ch. 52
Words: Al Dubin Music: Harry Warren
From the 1934 movie Dames
My love must be a kind of blind love, I can't see anyone but you.
Are the stars out tonight? I don't know if it's cloudy or bright.
I only have eyes for you, dear.
The moon may be high, but I can't see a thing in the sky.
I only have eyes, for you.
I don't know if we're in a garden, or on a crowded avenue.
You are here and so am I, maybe millions of people go by.
But they all disappear, from view, and I only have eyes, for you.
Mentioned in Potshot ch. 20
Words and music by Bobby Troup
If you ever plan to motor West
Travel my way
Take the Highway that's the best
Get your kicks on on Route 66
It winds from Chicago to L.A.
More than 2000 miles all the way
Get Your Kicks on Route 66
Now you go through Saint Louis, Joplin, Missouri
and Oklahoma City looks mighty pretty
You'll see Amarillo, Gallup, New Mexico
Flagstaff, Arizona, don't forget Winona
Kingman, Barstow, San Bernadino
Why don't you get hip to this timely tip
When you make that California trip
Get Your Kicks on Route 66.
Bobby Troup as Doctor Joe Early in the TV series "Emergency"
Mentioned in: Small Vices ch. 36, Potshot ch. 45.
Words: Brewster Higley Music: Daniel Kelley
Oh, give me a home, where the buffalo roam,
Where the deer and the antelope play,
Where seldom is heard a discouraging word,
And the skies are not cloudy all day.
(Chorus)
Home, 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.
Where the air is so pure, the zephyrs so free,
The breezes so balmy and light,
That I would not exchange my home on the range
For all the cities so bright.
(Chorus)
Oh, give me a land where the bright diamond sand
Flows leisurely down the stream;
Where the graceful white swan goes gliding along
Like a maid in a heavenly dream.
(Chorus)
The red man was pressed from this part of the West,
He's likely no more to return
To the banks of Red River where seldom if ever
Their flickering campfires burn.
(Chorus)
How often at night when the heavens are bright
With the light of the glittering stars,
Have I stood here amazed and asked as I gazed
If their glory exceeds that of ours.
(Chorus)
Oh, I love these wild flowers in this dear land of ours;
The curlew I love to hear scream;
And I love the white rocks and the antelope flocks
That graze on the mountain-tops green.
(Chorus)
Then I would not exchange my 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.
(Chorus)
Mentioned in Paper Doll ch. 2, Potshot ch. 36, Bad Business ch. 28
Words and music by Cindi Lauper
I come home in the morning light
My mother says when you gonna live your life right
Oh mother dear we're not the fortunate ones
And girls they want to have fun
Oh girls just want to have fun
The phone rings in the middle of the night
My father yells what you gonna do with your life
Oh daddy dear you know you're still number one
But girls they want to have fun
Oh girls just want to have -
That's all they really want
Some fun
When the working day is done
Girls - they want to have fun
Oh girls just want to have fun
Some boys take a beatiful girl
And hide her away from the rest of the world
I want to be the one to walk in the sun
Oh girls they want to have fun
Oh girls just want to have
That's all they really want
Some fun
When the working day is done
Girls - the want to have fun
Oh girls just want to have fun,
They want to have fun,
They want to have fun...
Mentioned in: Potshot ch. 37.
Always On My Mind
Words and music by Wayne Thompson, Mark James, and Johnny Christopher
Maybe I didn't treat you
Quite as good as I should have
Maybe I didn't love you
Quite as often as I could have
Little things I should have said and done
I just never took the time
You were always on my mind
You were always on my mind
Tell me, tell me that your sweet love hasn't died
Give me, give me one more chance
To keep you satisfied, satisfied
Maybe I didn't hold you
All those lonely, lonely times
And I guess I never told you
I'm so happy that you're mine
If I make you feel second best
Girl, I'm sorry I was blind
You were always on my mind
You were always on my mind
Tell me, tell me that your sweet love hasn't died
Give me, give me one more chance
To keep you satisfied, satisfied
Little things I should have said and done
I just never took the time
You were always on my mind
You are always on my mind
You are always on my mind
Mentioned in Potshot ch. 48
Viva Las Vegas
Words and music by Doc Pomus and Mort Shuman
Bright light city gonna set my soul
Gonna set my soul on fire
Got a whole lot of money that's ready to burn,
So get those stakes up higher
There's a thousand pretty women waitin' out there
And they're all livin' devil may care
And I'm just the devil with love to spare
Viva Las Vegas, Viva Las Vegas
How I wish that there were more
Than the twenty-four hours in the day
'Cause even if there were forty more
I wouldn't sleep a minute away
Oh, there's black jack and poker and the roulette wheel
A fortune won and lost on ev'ry deal
All you need's a strong heart and a nerve of steel
Viva Las Vegas, Viva Las Vegas
Viva Las Vegas with your neon flashin'
And your one armbandits crashin'
All those hopes down the drain
Viva Las Vegas turnin' day into nighttime
Turnin' night into daytime
If you see it once
You'll never be the same again
I'm gonna keep on the run
I'm gonna have me some fun
If it costs me my very last dime
If I wind up broke up well
I'll always remember that I had a swingin' time
I'm gonna give it ev'rything I've got
Lady luck please let the dice stay hot
Let me shoot a seven with ev'ry shot
Viva Las Vegas, Viva Las Vegas,
Viva, Viva Las Vegas
Mentioned in Potshot ch. 62
Words: Billy Rose Music: Al Jolson and Dave Dreyer
Me and my shadow, Strolling down the avenue,
Me and my shadow, Not a soul to tell our troubles to . . .
And when it's twelve o'clock, We climb the stair,
We never knock, For nobody's there . . .
Just me and my shadow, All alone and feelin' blue . . .
And when it's twelve o'clock, We climb the stair,
We never knock, For nobody's there . . .
Just me and my shadow, All alone and feelin' blue . . .
Mentioned in Widow's Walk ch. 11
Those Were The Days
From an old Russian melody, English lyrics by Gene Raskin
Once upon a time there was a tavern
Where we used to raise a glass or two
Remember how we laughed away the hours
And dreamed of all the great things we would do
(chorus)
Those were the days my friend
We thought they'd never end
We'd sing and dance forever and a day
We'd live the life we choose
We'd fight and never lose
For we were young and sure to have our way.
La la la la la la, la la la la la la
Those were the days, oh yes those were the days
Then the busy years went rushing by us
We lost our starry notions on the way
If by chance I'd see you in the tavern
We'd smile at one another and we'd say
(chorus)
Just tonight I stood before the tavern
Nothing seemed the way it used to be
In the glass I saw a strange reflection
Was that lonely woman really me
(chorus)
Through the door there came familiar laughter
I saw your face and heard you call my name
Oh my friend we're older but no wiser
For in our hearts the dreams are still the same
(chorus)
Mentioned in Widow's Walk ch. 19
Hot Diggity (Dog Ziggity Boom)
Words and Music by Al Hoffman and Dick Manning
Melody based on Chabrier's "Espaņa Rhapsody"
CHORUS
Oh, hot diggity, dog ziggity, boom what you do to me
It's so new to me, what you do to me
Hot diggity, dog ziggity, boom what you do to me
When you're holding me tight
Never dreamed anybody could kiss thattaway
Bring me bliss thattaway, what a kiss thattaway
What a wonderful feelin' to feel thattaway
Tell me where have you been all my life
CHORUS
Never knew that my heart could go "zing" thattaway
Ting-a-ling thattaway, make me sing thattaway
Said "goodbye" to my troubles, they went thattaway
Ever since you came into my life
CHORUS
There's a cute little cottage for two thattaway
Skies are blue thattaway, dreams come true thattaway
If you say I can share it with you thattaway
I'll be happy the rest of my life
CHORUS
Oh, hot diggity, dog ziggity, boom what you do to me
How my future will shine
Hot diggity, dog ziggity, boom what you do to me
From the moment you're mine
HOT DOG!!
Mentioned in God Save the Child ch. 9 and 22, Widow's Walk ch. 34
Far Away Places
Music: J.Whitney Lyrics: A.Kramer
Far away places with strange sounding names, far away over the sea.
Those far away places with the strange sounding names are calling, calling me.
Going to China, or maybe Siam, I wanna see for myself
those far away places I've been reading about in a book, that I took from a shelf.
I start getting restless whenever I hear the whistle of a train.
I pray for the day I can get under way and look for those castles in Spain.
They call me a dreamer. Well, maybe I am, but I know that I'm burning to see
those far away places with the strange sounding names, calling, calling me.
Mentioned in Widow's Walk ch. 46
One for My Baby
Words: Johnny Mercer Music: Harold Arlen
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
I think you should know
We're drinking my friend, to the end
Of a brief episode
Make it one for my baby
And one more for the road
I know the routine, put another nickel
In the machine
I feel kind of bad, can't you make the music
Easy and sad
I could tell you a lot, but it's not
In a gentleman's code
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 a lot of things I'd like to say
And if I'm gloomy, please listen to me
Till it's talked away
Well that's how it goes, and Joe I know your gettin'
Anxious to close
Thanks for the cheer
I hope you didn't mind
My bending your ear
But this torch that I found, It's gotta be drowned
Or it's gonna explode
Make it one for my baby
And one more for the road
Mentioned in Widow's Walk ch. 56
Words and music by Tom Lehrer
Fight fiercely, Harvard!
Fight, fight, fight!
Demonstrate to them our skill.
Albeit they possess the might,
Nonetheless we have the will.
How we shall celebrate our victory?
We shall invite the whole team
Up for tea! How jolly!
Hurl that spheroid down the field
And fight! Fight! Fight!
Fight fiercely, Harvard!
Fight, fight, fight!
Impress them with our prowess, do.
Oh, fellows, do not let the Crimson down;,
Be of stout heart, and true.
Fight for Harvard's glorious name!
Won't it be peachy if we
Win the game? Oh goody!
Let's try not to injure them,
But fight! Fight! Fight!
Mentioned in Back Story ch. 55
Words: Ira Gershwin Music by: George Gershwin
From the 1930 musical Girl Crazy
They're writing songs of love, but not for me.
A lucky star's above, but not for me.
With love to lead the way
I've found more clouds of grey
than any Russain play could guarantee.
I was a fool to fall and get that way;
Heigh-ho! Alas! And also, lack-a-day!
Although I can't dismiss the mem'ry of his kiss,
I guess he's not for me.
He's knocking on a door, but not for me.
He'll plan a two by four, but not for me.
I know that love's a game;
I'm puzzled, just the same,
was I the moth or flame?
I'm all at sea.
It all began so well, but what an end!
This is the time a feller needs a friend,
when ev'ry happy plot ends with the marriage knot,
and there's no knot for me.
Mentioned in Bad Business ch. 8
Words: Alan Jay Lerner Music: Burton Lane
From the 1965 musical On a Clear day You Can See Forever
On a clear day
Rise and 1ook around you
And you'll see who you are
On a clear day
How it will astound you
That the glow of your being
Outshines every star
You’ll feel part of every mountain sea and shore
You can hear
From far and near
A word you’ve never, never heard before...
And on a clear day...On a clear day...
You can see forever...
And ever...
And ever...
And ever more. . .
Mentioned in Bad Business ch. 14
Words: Tom Adair Music: Matt Dennis
Let's take a boat to Bermuda
Let's take a plane to Saint Paul.
Let's take a kayak to Quincy or Nyack,
Let's get away from it all.
Let's take a trip in a trailer
No need to come back at all.
Let's take a powder to Boston for chowder,
Let's get away from it all.
We'll travel 'round from town to town,
We'll visit ev'ry state.
I'll repeat, "I love you sweet!"
In all the forty-eight.
Let's go again to Niag'ra
This time we'll look at the Fall.
Let's leave our hut, dear,
Get out of our rut, dear,
Let's get away from it all.
Used in Bad Business ch. 37
Words: Jack Norworth Music: Alfred Von Tizler
Nelly Kelly loved baseball games, Knew the players, knew all
their names,
You could see her there ev'ry day, Shout "Hurray" when they'd play.
Her boy friend by the name of Joe, Said, "To Coney Isle, dear, let's go,"
Then Nelly started to fret and pout, And to him I heard her shout.
"Take me out to the ball game, Take me out with the crowd.
Buy me some peanuts and Cracker Jack, I don't care if I never get back,
Let me root, root, root for the home team, If they don't win it's a shame.
For it's one, two, three strikes, you're out, At the old ball game."
Nelly Kelly was sure some fan, She would root just like any man,
Told the umpire he was wrong, All along, good and strong.
When the score was just two to two, Nelly Kelly knew what to do,
Just to cheer up the boys she knew, She made the game sing this song.
"Take me out to the ball game, Take me out with the crowd.
Buy me some peanuts and Cracker Jack, I don't care if I never get back,
Let me root, root, root for the home team, If they don't win it's a shame.
For it's one, two, three strikes, you're out, At the old ball game."
Mentioned in Bad Business ch. 42
Words: Alan Jay Lerner Music: Frederick Loewe
From the 1958 movie Gigi
There's sweeter music when she sings, isn't there?
A different bloom about her cheeks, isn't there?
Could I be wrong, could it be so?
Oh where oh where did Gigi go?
Gigi, am I a fool without a mind?
Or have I merely been too blind?
To realize.
Oh, Gigi!
Why, you've been growing up before my eyes
Gigi!
You're not at all that funny
Awkward little girl I knew
Oh no!
Overnight, there's been a breathless change
In you.
Oh, Gigi!
While you were trembling on the brink
Was I out yonder somewhere
Blinking at a star?
Oh, Gigi!
Have I been standing up too close?
Or back too far?
When did your sparkle turn to fire?
And your warmth become desire?
Oh what miracle has made you the way you are?
Gigi!
Gigi!
Gigi!
Oh no!
I was mad not to have seen the change
In you.
Oh Gigi!
While you were trembling...are?
Mentioned in Bad Business ch. 59
I Know My Love
Traditional
I know my love by his way of walking
And I know my love by his way of talking
And I know my love dressed in a suit of blue
And if my love leaves me, what will I do?
(Chorus)
And still she cried, "I love him the best,
And a troubled mind, sure can know the rest"
And still she cried, "Bonny boys are few,
And if my love leaves me, what will I do?"
There is a dance house in Maradyke
And there my true love goes every night
He takes a strange girl upon his knee
Well now don't you think that that vexes me?
(Chorus)
If my love knew I can wash and wring
If my love knew I can sew and spin
I'd make a coat of the finest kind
But the want of money sure leaves me behind
(Chorus)
I know my love is an arrant rover
I know he'll wander the wild world over
In dear old Ireland he'll no longer tarry
An American girl he's sure to marry
(Chorus)
Mentioned in All Our Yesterdays
Soon It's Gonna Rain
Words: Tom Jones Music: Harvey Schmidt
Hear how the wind begins to whisper
See how the leaves go streaming by
Smell how the velvet rain is falling
Out where the fields are warm and dry
Now is the time to run inside and stay
Now is the time to find a hide-away
Where we can stay...
Soon it's gonna rain, I can see it.
Soon it's gonna rain, I can tell.
Soon it's gonna rain, What are we gonna do?
Soon it's gonna rain, I can feel it
Soon it's gonna rain, I can tell
Soon it's gonna rain, What'll we do with you?
We'll find four limbs of a tree
we'll build four walls and a floor
We'll bind it over with leaves
and run inside to stay
Then we'll let it rain, we'll not feel it
Then we'll let it rain, rain pell-mell
And we'll not complain, if it never stops at all
we'll live and love within our own four wall
Mentioned in All Our Yesterdays
I Concentrate On You
Words and music by Cole Porter
From the movie Broadway Melody of 1940
Whenever skies look grey to me
And trouble begins to brew
Whenever the winter winds
Become too strong
I concentrate on you
When fortune cries nay, nay to me
And people declare "You're through"
Whenever the blues become my only song
I concentrate on you
On your smile so sweet, so tender
When at first my kiss you decline
On the light in your eyes
When you surrender
And once again our arms intertwine
And so when wise men say to me
That young love's dreams never come true
To prove that even wise men can be wrong
I concentrate on you,
I concentrate
And concentrate
On you
Mentioned in Family Honor, dedication
Moon River
Words: Johnny Mercer Music: Henry Mancini.
from the 1961 movie Breakfast at Tiffany's
Moon River, wider than a mile,
I'm crossing you in style some day.
Old dream maker, you heart breaker,
Wherever you're going, I'm going your way.
Two drifters, off to see the world --
There's such a lot of world to see.
We're after the same rainbow's end,
Waiting round the bend,
My huckleberry friend,
Moon River -- and me
Mentioned in Family Honor, prologue
You and me against the world
Words and music by Paul Williams and Ken Ascher
You and me against the world
Sometimes it feels like you and me against the world
When all the others turn their back and walk away
You can count on me to stay
Remember when the circus came to town
And you were frightened by the clown
Wasn't it nice to be around
Someone that you know
Someone who was big and strong
And looking out for you
You and me against the world
Sometimes it feels like you and me against the world
And for all the times we've cried
I always felt the odds were on our side
And when one of us is gone
And one is left along to carry on
Then remembering will have to do
Our memories alone will get us through
Think about the days of me and you
Of you and me against the world
Life can be a circus
They underpay and overwork us
Though we seldom get our due
And when each day is through
I bring my tired body home
And look around for you
You and me against the world
It feels like you and me against the world
And for all the times we've cried
I've always felt that God was on our side
And when one of us is gone
And one is left alone to carry on
Then remembering will have to do
Memories alone will get us through
Think about the days of me and you
You and me against the world
Mentioned in Family Honor, prologue
Praise the Lord and pass the ammunition
Words: Frank Loesser Music: James Sanderson
Down went the gunner, a bullet was his fate
Down went the gunner, then the gunners mate
Up jumped the sky pilot, gave the boys a look
And manned the gun himself as he laid aside The Book, shouting
Praise the Lord and pass the ammunition!
Praise the Lord and pass the ammunition!
Praise the Lord and pass the ammunition and we'll all stay free!
Praise the Lord and swing into position!
Can't afford to sit around and wishin'
Praise the Lord we're all between perdition
and the deep blue sea!
Yes the sky pilot said it
You've got to give him credit
for a son - of - gun - of - a - gunner was he,
Shouting;
Praise the Lord we're on a mighty mission!
All aboard, we're not a - goin' fishin;
Praise the Lord and pass the ammunition and we'll all stay free!
Mentioned in Family Honor ch. 20
Don't Sit Under the Apple Tree (with Anyone Else but Me)
Written by Lew Brown, Charles Tobias and Sam H. Stept
Lyrics as recorded in New York City on February 18, 1942 by Glenn Miller
and His Orchestra (two months after the attack on Pearl Harbor).
{male vocals}
Don't sit under the apple tree with anyone else but me
Anyone else but me, anyone else but me
No! No! No!
Don't sit under the apple tree with anyone else but me
Till I come marchin' home
Don't go walkin' down Lover's Lane with anyone else but me
Anyone else but me, anyone else but me
No! No! No!
Don't go walkin' down Lover's Lane with anyone else but me
Till I come marchin' home
I just got word from a guy who heard from the guy next door to me
The girl he met just loves to pet and it fits you to-a-tee
So, don't sit under the apple tree with anyone else but me
Till I come marchin' home
{female vocals}
Don't give out with those lips of yours to anyone else but me
Anyone else but me, anyone else but me
No! No! No!
Watch the girls on the foreign shores, you'll have to report to me
When you come marchin' home
Don't hold anyone on your knee, you better be true to me
You better be true to me, you better be true to me
Don't hold anyone on your knee, you're gettin' the third degree
When you come marchin' home
You're on your own where there is no phone and I can't keep tab on you
Be fair to me, I'll guarantee this is one thing that I'll do
I won't sit under the apple tree with anyone else but you
Till you come marchin' home
{all}
Don't sit under the apple tree with anyone else but me
I know the apple tree is reserved for you and me
And I'll be true till you come marchin' home
Mentioned in Family Honor ch. 20
Dig You Later (A
Hubba, Hubba, Hubba)
Music: Jimmy McHugh Lyrics: Harold Adamson
From the 1945 musical Doll Face
A Hubba-Hubba-Hubba (Dig You Later)
It’s always fair weather,
when hep cats get together!
And every time they meet,
here’s the way you’ll hear them greet (greet!)
A hubba-hubba-hubba Hello Dad!
Well a hubba-hubba-hubba, I just got back!
Well a hubba-hubba-hubba, let’s shoot some breeze!
Say, whatever happened to the Japanese?
Hmm a hubba-hubba-hubba, haven’t you heard?
A hubba-hubba-hubba, slip me the word!
I got it from a guy who was in the kno’
It was mighty smoky over Tokyo!
A friend of mine in a B-29 dropped another load for luck,
As he flew away, he was heard to say:
"A hubba-hubba-hubba yuk yuk!"
Well I gotta go fishin’
That’s ok, we’ll give you our permission and we’ll say,
A hubba-hubba-hubba, on your way!
And I will dig you later in the USA!
Ta dah dah dee dee dee ta dee dee, ta dah dah hi hi hi tee dee dee!
A hubba-hubba-hubba, I just got in!
A hubba-hubba-hubba, well give me some skin!
Well you’re lookin’ mighty purdy Miss Curly Locks!
I’m the grand old girly of the bobby socks!
Hmm yuttata yuttata yuttaton you talk big!
Well I’m the fresh tomata you can’t dig!
Let’s have a heart to heart’a and you’ll decide!
I’m a chick what's really on the solid side!
You knock me flat, you’re the kind of a cat,
makes me wanta blow my top: " ‘till the end of time . . . " (Aaaaah!)
And if you feel that way, tell me what you say?
A hubba-hubba-hubba muk muk!
Well now you’re really talkin’, you’re no square!
You can’t be from Weehawken . . .
Hmm hmm Delaware!
You got a line of jive that’s really zoot!
Well I’ll dig you later, baby you’re all root!
You’re the kind of cat, wears a sharp cravat,
and you really know your stuff!
If you feel that way, tell me what you say?
A hubba-hubba-hubba ruff ruff!
A getta long a little mousy with the great big eyes,
well if you’re lookin’ for a spousey,
why you’re just my size!
Mister how you love to blubber
with that knock out squawk,
Seems your lips are made of rubber
every time you talk!
Oh no, no, no, hubba-hubba!
Yes, yes, yes, hubba-hubba!
Bop, bop, bop, hubba-hubba!
A what you kno’ (A what you kno’)
A what you say (A what you say)
I say I’ll dig you later baby in the USA!
Mentioned in Family Honor ch. 20
Remember Pearl Harbor
Words: Don Reid Music: Don Reid and Sammy Kaye
History - in every century,
records an act that lives forevermore.
We'll recall - as in to line we fall,
the thing that happened on Hawaii's shore.
Let's REMEMBER PEARL HARBOR -
As we go to meet the foe -
Let's REMEMBER PEARL HARBOR
As we did the Alamo.
We will always remember -
how they died for liberty,
Let's REMEMBER PEARL HARBOR
and go on to victory.
Mentioned in Family Honor ch. 20
The Music Goes Round and Round
Words: "Red" Hodgson Music: Edward Farley and Michael
Riley
I blow thru here
The music goes 'round and around
Whoa-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho
And it comes out here
I push the first valve down
The music goes down and around
Whoa-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho
And it comes out here
I push the middle valve down
The music goes down around below
Below, below, deedle-dee-ho-ho-ho
Listen to the jazz come out
I push the other valve down
The music goes 'round and around
Whoa-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho
And it comes out here
Mentioned in Perish Twice ch. 29
Words and music by Leslie Bicusse and Anthony Newley
From the 1971 movie Willie Wonka and the Chocolate Factory
Who can take a sunrise
Sprinkle it with dew
Cover it in chocolate and a miracle or two
The Candy Man
The Candy Man can
The Candy Man can 'cause he mixes it with love and makes the world taste good
Who can take a rainbow
Wrap it in a sigh
Soak it in the sun and make strawberry-lemon pie
The Candy Man
The Candy Man can
The Candy Man can 'cause he mixes it with love and makes the world taste good
Willy Wonka makes everything he bakes
Satisfying and delicious
Talk about your childhood wishes
You can even eat the dishes
Who can take tomorrow
Dip it in a dream
Separate the sorrow and collect up all the cream
The Candy Man
The Candy Man can
The Candy Man can 'cause he mixes it with love and makes the world taste good
And the world tastes good 'cause the Candy Man thinks it should...
Mentioned in Perish Twice ch. 34
On the Sunny Side of the Street
Words: Dorothy Fields Music: Jimmy McHugh
Walked with no-one, and talked with no-one,
and I had nothing but shadows.
Then one morn-ing you passed, and I bright-ened at last.
Now I greet the day, and complete the day,
with the sun in my heart.
All my worry blew away
When you taught me how to say:
Chorus
Grab your coat, and get your hat,
leave your worry on the doorstep.
Just direct your feet
to the sunny side of the street.
Can't you hear a 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.
this Rover crossed over.
If I never have a cent,
I'll be rich as Rockefeller.
Gold dust at my feet,
on the sunny side of the street.
Mentioned in Perish Twice ch. 49
Words and music by Victor Schertzinger and Johnny Mercer
From the 1942 movie The Fleet's In
I remember you.
You're the one who made my dreams come true,
a few kisses ago.
I remember you.
You're the one who said, "I love you, too.
I do. Didn't you know?"
I remember, too, a distant bell,
and stars that fell
like rain out of the blue.
When my life is through
and the angels ask me to recall
the thrill of them all,
then I shall tell them I remember you.
Was it in Tahiti? Were we on the Nile?
Long, long ago, say, an hour or so,
I recall that I saw your smile.
And I remember, too, a distant bell,
and stars that fell
like rain out of the blue.
When my life is through
and the angels ask me to recall
the thrill of them all,
then I will tell them I remember,
tell them I remember you.
Mentioned in Shrink Rap, dedication
Words: Jerry Leiber Music: Mike Stoller
SPOKEN:
I remember when I was a very little girl, our house caught on fire.
I'll never forget the look on my fathers face as he gathered me up
in his arms and raced through the burning building out to the pavement.
I stood there shivering in my pajamas and watched the whole world go up in flames.
And when it was all over I said to myself, Is that all there is to a fire
SUNG:
Is that all there is, is that all there is
If that's all there is my friends, then lets keep dancing
Lets break out the booze and have a ball
If that's all there is
SPOKEN:
And when I was 12 years old, my father took me to a circus, the greatest show on earth.
There were clowns and elephants and dancing bears.
And a beautiful lady in pink tights flew high above our heads.
And so I sat there watching the marvelous spectacle.
I had the feeling that something was missing.
I don't know what, but when it was over,
I said to myself, is that all there is to a circus?
SUNG:
Is that all there is, is that all there is
If that's all there is my friends, then lets keep dancing
Lets break out the booze and have a ball
If that's all there is
SPOKEN:
Then I fell in love, head over heels in love, with the most wonderful boy in the world.
We would take long walks by the river or just sit for hours gazing into each others eyes.
We were so very much in love.
Then one day he went away and I thought Id die, but I didn't,
and when I didn't I said to myself, is that all there is to love?
SUNG:
Is that all there is, is that all there is
If that's all there is my friends, then lets keep dancing
SPOKEN:
I know what you must be saying to yourselves,
if that's the way she feels about it why doesn't she just end it all?
Oh, no, not me. I'm in no hurry for that final disappointment,
for I know just as well as I'm standing here talking to you,
when that final moment comes and I'm breathing my last breath, Ill be saying to myself
SUNG:
Is that all there is, is that all there is
If that's all there is my friends, then lets keep dancing
Lets break out the booze and have a ball
If that's all there is
Mentioned in Shrink Rap ch. 11
Words: Johnny Burke Music: Jimmy Van
Heusen
When they met, the way they smiled,
I saw that I was thru
Oh you crazy moon, what did you do?
When they kissed, they tried to say
That it was just in fun,
Oh you crazy moon, look what you've done.
Once you promised me, you know,
That it would never end.
You should be ashamed to show
Your funny face, my friend;
There they are, they fell in love,
I guess you think you're smart
Oh you crazy moon, you broke my heart
Mentioned in Shrink Rap ch. 20
Words: Johnny Mercer Music: Jimmy Van Heusen
Seems that I read, or somebody said-
that out of sight is out of mind,
maybe that's so-but I tried to go-
and leave you behind,- what did I find?
I took a trip on a train-and I thought about you,
I passed a shadowy lane- and I thought about you,
two or three cars parked under the stars,
a winding stream-moon shining down on some little town,
and with each beam, same old dream, at ev'ry stop we made,
Oh! I Thought about you,
but when I pulled down the shade, then I really felt blue,
I peeked thru the crack and looked at the track,
the one going back to you, and what did I do?
I thought about you!
Mentioned in Shrink Rap ch. 20
Words: Tom Adair Music: Matt Dennis
Black cats creep across my path
Until I'm almost mad
I must have 'roused the devil's wrath
'Cause all my luck is bad
I make a date for golf and you can bet your life it rains
I try to give a party and the guy upstairs complains
I guess I'll go thru life just catchin' colds and missin' trains
Everything happens to me
I never miss a thing
I've had the measles and the mumps
And every time I play an ace
My partner always trumps
Guess I'm just a fool who never looks before he jumps
Everything happens to me
At first my heart tho' you could break this jinx for me
that love would turn the trick to end despair
But know I just can't fool this head that thinks for me
I've mortgaged all my castles in the air
I've telegraphed and phoned
I send an 'Airmail Special' too
Your answer was 'Goodbye'
And there was even postage due
I fell in love just once
And then it had to be with you
Everything happens to me
Mentioned in Shrink Rap ch. 20
I'm gonna go fishing (and catch me a trout)
Words and music by Duke Ellington
Woke up this morning
Wanting to cry
Then I remember
Yes I know why
She's a real good one for having her cake
I'm gonna go fishing or jump in the lake
Yeah, I'm gonna go fishing
That's what I'll do
Think about nothing
Not even you
Catch a real big one, a big speckled trout
Snapping in the water I'll pull him on out
Sweet talking liar
Spin me a yarn
Tell me a story
Big as a barn
Don't stop listening I won't hear you out
I'm gonna go fishing and catch me a trout
If a gal is a liar
A gal is a fool
Playing for keepers
and breaking the rules
She'll be the loser, yet to find out
I'm gonna go fishing and catch me a trout
Here in the water
Look at him shine
There goes a big one
That one is mine
Catch up the reel now, I've got the feel now
Hooked onto my fly rod I've got me a trout
Sweet talking liar
You're in for a fall
You tell me a story
You cut to the wall
Don't go my way, I'm down the highway
I'm gonna go fishing...
Yes I'm gonna go fishing...
Yes I'm gonna go fishing and get me some trout
Mentioned in Shrink Rap ch. 63
Words and music by Helen Reddy and Ray Burton
I am woman, hear me roar
In numbers too big to ignore
And I know too much to go back and pretend
'cause I've heard it all before
And I've been down there on the floor
No one's ever gonna keep me down again
(CHORUS:)
Oh yes I am wise
But it's wisdom born of pain
Yes, I've paid the price
But look how much I gained
If I have to, I can do anything
I am strong
I am invincible
I am woman
You can bend but never break me
'cause it only serves to make me
More determined to achieve my final goal
And I come back even stronger
Not a novice any longer
'cause you've deepened the conviction in my soul
(CHORUS)
I am woman watch me grow
See me standing toe to toe
As I spread my lovin' arms across the land
But I'm still an embryo
With a long long way to go
Until I make my brother understand
(CHORUS)
Mentioned in Melancholy Baby ch. 28
This could be the start of something big
Words and music by Steve Allen
From the 1954 TV musical The Bachelor
You're walkin' along the street, or you're at a party,
Or else you're alone and then you suddenly dig,
You're looking' in someone's eyes, you suddenly realize
That this could be the start of something big.
You're lunching at Twenty-One and watchin' your diet,
Declining a charlotte russe, accepting a fig,
When out of a clear blue sky, it's suddenly gal and guy,
And this could be the start of something big.
There's no controlling the unrolling of your fate, my friend,
Who knows what's written in the magic book.
But when a lover you discover at the gate my friend,
Invite her in without a second look.
You're up in an aeroplane or dining at Sardi's,
Or lying at Malibu alone on the sand,
You suddenly hear a bell, and right away you can tell
That this could be the start of something grand.
This could be the start of something very big,
Why don't you play your part?
Please give your heart to me....and see.
This could be the start of something wonderful,
Why don't you take a chance?
Just try romance with me....and see.
Your watchin' the sun come up and countin' your money,
Or else in a dim cafe you're ordering wine,
Then suddenly there he is, and you wanna be where he is,
And this must be the start of something...
This could be the heart of something...
This could be the start of something fine.
Mentioned in Melancholy Baby ch. 31
The times, they are a-changing
Words and music by Bob Dylan
Come gather 'round people
Wherever you roam
And admit that the waters
Around you have grown
And accept it that soon
You'll be drenched to the bone.
If your time to you
Is worth savin'
Then you better start swimmin'
Or you'll sink like a stone
For the times they are a-changin'.
Come writers and critics
Who prophesize with your pen
And keep your eyes wide
The chance won't come again
And don't speak too soon
For the wheel's still in spin
And there's no tellin' who
That it's namin'.
For the loser now
Will be later to win
For the times they are a-changin'.
Come senators, congressmen
Please heed the call
Don't stand in the doorway
Don't block up the hall
For he that gets hurt
Will be he who has stalled
There's a battle outside
And it is ragin'.
It'll soon shake your windows
And rattle your walls
For the times they are a-changin'.
Come mothers and fathers
Throughout the land
And don't criticize
What you can't understand
Your sons and your daughters
Are beyond your command
Your old road is
Rapidly agin'.
Please get out of the new one
If you can't lend your hand
For the times they are a-changin'.
The line it is drawn
The curse it is cast
The slow one now
Will later be fast
As the present now
Will later be past
The order is
Rapidly fadin'.
And the first one now
Will later be last
For the times they are a-changin'.
Mentioned in Melancholy Baby ch. 64