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say it's only a paper moon
Sailing over a cardboard sea
But it wouldn't be make believe if you believed in me
Say its only a canvas sky
Hanging over a muslin tree
But it wouldn't be make-believe if you believed in me
Without your love it's a honky tonk parade
Without your love it's a melody played in a penny arcade
It's a barnum and bailey world
Just as phony as it can be
But it wouldn't be make-believe if you believed in me
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Coffee Song
02:44
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Do do do do I got a problem
Do do do do I got a problem
Do do do do I got a problem
Got Coffee coffee coffee on my mind
That caffeine bean, that mocha coca -lotion is causing a commotion
and I can't seem to forget about that little coffee bean
Do do do do I got a problem
Do do do do I got a problem
Do do do do I got a problem
Got Coffee coffee coffee on my mind
and everyday I gotta have my roast, I gotta have it with my toast
and I can't seem to forget about that little coffee bean
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Oh, William Howard Taft
Had a great big smile and a great big laugh
Great big belly, great big thighs that
Slapped together when he walked by
Measured in clean at a quarter ton
Made the oval office just fit for one
Oh, you can't squeeze nothin' past
Oh, William Howard Taft
Got himself stuck in a bath
It took the secret service and the police to
Pry him out with a tub of grease
He had a steak dinner for the king of Spain
But nobody got to eat a thing
Because you can't sneak nothin' past
Oh, William (William) Howard Taft
Yes William (William) Howard Taft
Oh, William (William) Howard Taft
William Howard Taft big and fat, oh
William (William) Howard Taft
Yes William (William) Howard Taft
No you can't sneak nothin' past
William (William) Howard Taft
Yes William (William) Howard Taft
Oh, William (William) Howard Taft
Ske-bop-a-bop--a-bop-a-doo-bo
William (William) Howard Taft
William (William) Howard Taft
You can't sneak nothin' past
William (William) Howard Taft
Yes William Howard Taft
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Zombie Song
03:46
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I won’t finish my life in Timbuktu
Cheeks so tight my lips are turning blue
I'd like to be wrinkled
Utterly wrinkled
Wrinkled like a Triplet from Belleville
Don’t want to wind my days in Acapulco
Stiff as a board dancing tango-tango
I'd love to be twisted
Utterly twisted
Twisted like a Triplet from Belleville
(Come on Girls!)
Refrain:
Swinging Belleville rendez-vous
Marathon dancing doop dee doop
Vaudou Cancan balais taboo
Au Belleville swinging rendez-vous
I won’t be an old man in Singapore
Playing scrabble and eating petits-fours
I want to be wicked,
Utterly wicked,
Wicked like the Triplets from Belleville
I don’t want to end my life in Honolulu
Singing like a bird in an ormolu
I want to be as rough
Every bit as rough
Rough, rough as a Triplet from Belleville
Refrain
Don’t mind ending my life in Katmandu
Signing with a sitar and a guru
But I’d prefer to be
Utterly flying
Swinging with the Triplets from Belleville
(Come on Girls!)
Refrain
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Isn't this such a beautiful night,
Whoa, we're underneath the thousand shining stars.
Isn't it nice to find yourself somewhere different,
Whoa, why don't you let yourself just be wherever you are.
Look at this place,
Look at your faces.
I've never seen you look like this before.
Isn't it nice to find yourself somewhere different,
Whoa, why don't you let yourself just be wherever you are.
Look at this place,
Look at your faces.
They're shining like a thousand shining stars.
Isn't it nice to find yourself somewhere different,
Whoa, why don't you let yourself just be wherever you are.
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If you want me to
I can hang around with you
If I only knew
That's what you're into
You and him, him and you
If that's what you're into
Him hanging 'round, around you
You're hanging 'round, ya you're there too
And if you want me to
I will take off all my clothes for you
I'll take off all my clothes for you
If that's what you're into
How 'bout him in the nude
If that's what you're into
In the nude in front of you
Is that what you'd wanna view?
If it's cool with you
I'll let you get naked too
It could be a dream come true
Providing that's what you are into
Is that what you're into?
Him and you in the nude
That's what he's prepared to do
Is that the kinda thing that you think you might be into?
And then maybe later
We'll get hot by the refrigerator
In the kitchen next to the pantry
You think that might be what you fancy
In the buff being rude
Doin' stuff with the food
Getting lude with his food
We heard that's what you are into
And then on our next date
Well, you could bring you're room mate
I don't know if Stu is keen too
But if you want we could double team you
How 'bout you and two dudes
Him, you and Stu in the nude
Bein lude with two dudes with food
Well, that's if Stu's into it too
All the thing I'd do, things I'd do for you
If I only knew that's what you're into
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Of all the boys I've known and I've known some
Until I first met you I was lonesome
And when you came in sight, dear, my heart grew light
And this old world seemed new to me
You're really swell, I have to admit you
Deserve expressions that really fit you
And so I've racked my brain hoping to explain
All the things that you do to me
Bei mir bist du schön, please let me explain
'Bei mir bist du schön' means you're grand
Bei mir bist du schön, again I'll explain
It means you're the fairest in the land
I could say 'bella, bella' even 'sehr wunderbar'
Each language only helps me tell you how grand you are
I've tried to explain, 'bei mir bist du schön'
So kiss me and say you understand
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Harmonica Song
02:47
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When you hear a melody from a flute or a basson
It can soothe your heart and set your mind at ease
but when you catch an inkling of my simple little tune
it ignites the flames of passion
"Aw Jeez"
All the men go wild when I play my harmonica
All the boys start jumpin when my blowin gets their young blood pumpin
I've seen men fight to the death
to hear me take another breath
so wouldn't ya, like to a, hear my hot harmonica
"Oh yes, she plays the harmonica that's true,
and that her playing drives men crazy,
yes that's true too.
In fact, we think that's why your ex husband left you,
Cause when you play harmonica, there's nothing anyone can do."
Oh sing it girls, sing it,
what they say is true indeed.
When I play, the boys start flockin,
that's why my man and I stopped talkin,
The audience can not escape,
on my cadenza solo break,
So wouldnt ya, like to a, hear my sweet sonatata"
"Oh yes, when she plays, it's true there's no escape,
and once she gets a goin then her solo has no break,
and we wouldn't wanna keep you here, or make anyone late,
cause maybe you all have plans later, like maybe a date or…."
And that's why I should start to play!
"Oh maybe another day"
Well I think these guys are ready
"no they're not, no one's ever ready"
Well you might be right on that,
You better hold on to your hats, fellas,
Cause I'm a, bout to a, start to play harmonica!
"NO!!"
Well, that's that, she's played it all for you,
and now you all have had a taste of what we all go through
And we know what you're thinking,
we feel sorry for us too
cause when she plays harmoinca
there's nothing we can do
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She's resplendent, so confident
La Seine, La Seine, La Seine
I realize, I'm hypnotized
La Seine, La Seine, La Seine
I hear the moon singing a tune
La Seine, La Seine, La Seine
Is she devine, Is it the wine
La Seine, La Seine, La Seine
I don't know, don't know, so don't ask me why
That's how we are, La Seine and I
I don't know, don't know, so don't ask me why
That's how we are, La Seine and I
I feel alive when I'm beside
La Seine, La Seine, La Seine
From this angle like an angel
La Seine, La Seine, La Seine
I don't know, don't know, so don't ask me why
That's how we are, La Seine and I
I don't know, don't know, so don't ask me why
That's how we are, the Seine and I
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Oh, I could hide 'neath the wings
Of the bluebird as she sings.
The six o'clock alarm would never ring.
But it rings and I rise,
Wipe the sleep out of my eyes.
The shavin' razor's cold and it stings.
Cheer up, sleepy jean.
Oh, what can it mean.
To a daydream believer
And a homecoming queen.
You once thought of me
As a white knight on a steed.
Now you know how happy I can be.
Oh, and our good times start and end
Without dollar one to spend.
But how much, baby, do we really need.
Cheer up, sleepy jean.
Oh, what can it mean.
To a daydream believer
And a homecoming queen.
Cheer up, sleepy jean.
Oh, what can it mean.
To a daydream believer
And a homecoming queen.
Cheer up, sleepy jean.
Oh, what can it mean.
To a daydream believer
And a homecoming queen.
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