Lately when I'm in my room, all by myself in the solitary gloom, I call to myself Hey there you with the stars in your eyes love never made a fool of
Come on-a my house, my house, I'm gonna give you candy Come on-a my house, my house, I'm gonna give you Apple and plum and apricot-a too, eh Come on-
Lately when I_m in my room all by myself, in this solitary gloom I call to myself: Hey there, you with the stars in your eyes, love never made a fool
Sue wants a barbeque, Sam wants to boil a ham Grace votes for bouillabaisse stew Jake wants a weenie bake, steak and a layer cake He'll get a tummy ache
A boy went back to Napoli, because he missed the scenery, the native dancers and the charming songs. But wait a minute, something's wrong. Hey! Hey!
Why can't I forget like I should? Heaven knows I would if I could But I just can't keep you off my mind Though you're gone, I have to explain All around
Hey, nice piano playin', Manilla Thank you, Miss M Whatcha doin' these days? Makin' records Really? Yes, really Do you still play piano for people? Well
Sisters, sisters There were never such devoted sisters Never had to a shaper one, no sir I'm here to keep my eye on her Caring, sharing Every little
The evening breeze caressed the trees tenderly The trembling trees embraced the breeze tenderly Then you and I came wandering by and lost in a sigh were
This ole house once knew my children This ole house once knew my life This ole house was home and comfort As we lived through storm and strife This ole
The sun is shining, the grass is green The orange and palm trees sway There's never been such a day in Beverly Hills, L.A. But it's December the twenty
You'll never know just how much I loved you You'll never know just how much I cared And if I tried, still couldn't hide my love for you You ought to know
The butcher, the baker, the grocer, the clerk Are secretly unhappy men because The butcher, the baker, the grocer, the clerk Get paid for what they do
A girl went back to Napoli Because she missed the scenery The native dances and the charming songs But wait a minute, something's wrong Hey, mambo
They're either too young, or too old They're either too gray or too grassy green The pickings are poor and the crop is lean What's good is in the army
Sooner or later You're gonna be comin' around I betcha, I'll betcha that I'll catch ya You wait and see Sooner or later You wanna be hangin' around I
Say goodbye Why I can barely say goodnight If I can hardly take my eyes from yours How far can I go? Walk away The thought would never cross my mind
We're in the money, we're in the money We've got a lot of what it takes to get along We're in the money, the skies are sunny Old man depression you are
