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This can't be love because I feel so well
No sobs, no sorrows, no sighs
This can't be love I get no dizzy spells
My head is not in the skies
My hearts does not stand still
Just to repeat
This is too sweet to be love
This can't be love because I feel so well
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Buzzard took a monkey for a ride in the air
Monkey thought that everything on the square
Buzzard tried to throw the monkey off of his back
But the monkey turned around and said, "Hey listen Jack!"
Straighten up and fly right
Straighten up and stay right
Straighten up and fly right
Cool down bubba don't you blow your top
Ain't no use in jiving
What's the use of diving
Straighten up and fly right
Cool down bubba don't you blow your top
Well the buzzard told the monkey you are choking me
Release your hold and I will set you free
Monkey looked the buzzard dead in the eye and said
"Your story is so touching, but it sounds just like a lie!"
So straighten up and fly right
Straighten up and stay right
Straighten up and fly right
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When I walk down the street
Seems everyone I meet
Gives me a friendly hello
I guess I'm just a lucky so and so
The birds in every tree
All sing so merrily
They sing wherever I go
I guess I'm just a lucky so and so
Well if you should ask me the amount in my bank account
I must confess that I'm slipping
But that don't bother me, cause confidentially
I've got a dream that's pippin
And when my day is through
Each night I hurry to
A love that's faithful I know
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My heart is sad and lonely
For you I sigh, for you dear only
Why haven't you seen it?
I'm all for you body and soul
I spend my days in longing
And wondering why
It's me you're wronging
I tell you I mean it
I'm all for you body and soul
I can't believe it
It's hard to conceive it
That you'd turn away romance
Are you pretending?
Looks like the ending
Unless I could have one more chance to prove
Dear, my life's a wreck you're making
You know that I'm yours for just the taking
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Do nothin' till you hear from me
Pay no attention to what is said
Why people tear the seams of anyone's dreams?
It's over my head
Do nothin' till you hear from me
At least consider our romance
If you should take the word of others you've heard
I haven't a chance
True I've been seen with someone new
That doesn't mean that I've been untrue
Though we're apart these words in my heart
Reveal how I feel about you
So kiss me cloud my memory
And other arms may hold a thrill
But please do nothin' till you hear it from me
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I don't want french fried potatoes, red ripe tomatoes
I'm never satisfied
I want the frim fram sauce
With oss-en-fay with sha fafa on the side
I don't want pork chops and bacon
That won't awaken, my appetite inside
I want the frim fram sauce
With oss-en-fay with sha fafa on the side
Well you know a girl
She really got to eat
And a girl she should eat right
Five will get you ten
I'm going to feed myself right tonight
I don't want fish cakes and rye bread
You heard what I said
Waiter please, I want mine fried
I want the frim fram sauce
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Baby I can't live to love you
As long as I want to
Life isn't long enough baby
But I can love you as long as I live
Baby I can't buy diamonds and things
Like I want to
But I can promise you baby
I'm going to want you as long as I live
Well I never cared but now I'm scared
That I won't live long enough
That's why I wear my rubbers when it rains
And eat an apple everyday and see the doctor anyway
What if I can't live to love you
As long as I want to
Life isn't long enough baby
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(Fields/McHugh)
Grab your coat and get your hat
Leave your worries on the doorstep
Just direct your feet
On the sunny side of the street
Don't you hear that pitter-pat
You know that happy tune is your step
Life could be so sweet
On the sunny side of the street
I used to walk in the shade with my blues on parade
Now you know I'm not afraid... I guess this rover done crossed over
If I never have a cent
I'd be rich as Rockefeller
Gold dust at my feet
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