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Frank Sinatra
Frank Sinatra


Background information
Birth name Francis Albert Sinatra
Born December 12, 1915
Born place Hoboken, New Jersey, United States
Died May 14, 1998
Death place Los Angeles, California, United States
Genre(s) Traditional pop
Jazz
Big band
Years active 1935—1995
Label(s) Columbia Records
Capitol Records
Reprise Records
Associated acts Rat Pack
Bing Crosby
Nancy Sinatra
Quincy Jones
Website Website



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Frank Sinatra Album


A Man And His Music (1965)
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From Here To Eternity (Extract from film)
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The Summit (Comedy Routine) (Frank Sinatra, Dean Martin, Sammy Davis, Jr.)
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Writer(s): Lowe/Weiss/Mann


Put your dreams away for another day
And I will take their place in your heart
Wishing on a star never got you far
And so it's time to make a new start

When your dreams at night
Fade before you
Then I'll have the right
To adore you

Let your kiss confess this is happiness, darling
And put all your dreams away

. . .


All or nothing at all
Half a love, never appealed to me
If your heart, never could yield to me
Then I'd rather (rather) have nothing at all

All or nothing at all
If it's love, there is no in between
Why begin then cry, for something that might have been
No I'd rather (rather) have nothing at all

But please don't bring your lips so close to my cheek
Don't smile or I'll be lost beyond recall
The kiss in your eyes, the touch of your hand makes me weak
And my heart may go dizzy and fall

And if I fell (I fell) under the spell of your call
I would be, caught in the undertow
So you see, I've got to say no, no
All or nothing at all

. . .


(I'll never smile again until I smile at you)
(I'll never laugh again) What good would it do?

For tears would fill my eyes
My heart would realize
That our romance is through

(I'll never love again, I'm so in love with you)
(I'll never thrill again to somebody new)

Within my heart
I know I will never start
(To smile again)
Until I smile at you

Within my heart
I know I will never start
(To smile again)
Until I smile at you

(Until I smile at you)

. . .


A heart that's true, there are such things
A dream for two, there are such things
Someone to whisper "Darling you're my guiding star"
Not caring what you own but just what you are

A peaceful sky, there are such things
A rainbow high where heaven sings
So have a little faith and trust in what tomorrow brings
You'll reach a star because there are such things

So have a little faith and trust in what tomorrow brings
You'lll reach a star because there are such things

. . .


I'll be seeing you
In all the old familiar places
That this heart of mine embraces
All day through

In that small cafe
The park across the way
The children's carousel
And The chestnut trees
The wishing well

And I'll be seeing you
In every lovely summer's day
And everything that's bright and gay
I'll always think of you that way
I'll find you in the morning sun
And when the night is new
I'll be looking at the moon
But I'll be seeing you

I'll be seeing you
In every lovely summer's day
In everything that's bright and gay
I'll always think of you that way
I'll find you in the morning sun
And when the night is new
I'll be looking at the moon
But I'll be seeing you

. . .


The one I love belongs to somebody else
She means her tender songs for somebody else
And even when I have my arms around her
I know her thoughts are strong for somebody else
The hands I held belong to somebody else
I'll bet they're not so cold to somebody else
It's tough to be alone on the shelf
It's worse to fall in love by yourself
The one I love belongs to somebody else
The one I love belongs to somebody else

. . .


A country dance was being held in a garden
I felt a bump and heard an "Oh, beg your pardon"
Suddenly I saw polka dots and moonbeams
All around a pug-nosed dream

The music started and was I the perplexed one
I held my breath and said, "May I have the next one?"
In my frightened arms, polka dots and moonbeams
Sparkled on a pug-nosed dream

There were questions in the eyes of other dancers
As we floated over the floor
There were questions, but my heart knew all the answers
And perhaps a few things more

Now in a cottage built of lilacs and laughter
I know the meaning of the words "ever after"
And I'll always see polka dots and moonbeams
When I kiss the pug-nosed dream

. . .


Night and day
You are the one
Only you beneath the moon and under the sun
Whether near to me or far
It's no matter, darling, where you are
I think of you
night and day

Day and night
Why is it so
That this longing for you follows wherever I go
In the roarin' traffic's boom
In the silence of my lonely room
I think of you
Day and night

Night and day
Under the hide of me
There's an oh such a hungry yearnin' burnin' inside of me
And its torment won't be through
'Til you let me spend my life making love to you
Day and night
Night and day

Night and day
You are one
Only you 'neath the moon or under the sun
Whether near to me or far
It's no matter, baby, where you are
I think of you
Day and night

Night and day
Why is it so
That this longing for you follows wherever I go
In the roarin' traffic's boom
In the silence of my lonely room
I think of you
Day and night

Night and day
Under the hide of me
There's an oh such a hungry yearnin' burnin' inside of me
And its torment won't be through
'Til you let me spend life making love to you
Day and night
Night and day


. . .


It was just a neighborhood dance, that's all what it was,
But, oh, what it seemed to be.
It was like a masquerade ball with costumes and all
`Cause you were at the dance with me.

It was just a ride on the train, that's all that it was,
But, oh,what it seemed to be.
It was like a trip to the stars, to Venus and Mars
`Cause you were on the train with me.

And when I kissed you, darling, it was more than just a thrill for me.
It was a promise, darling, of the things that fate had willed for me.
It was just a wedding in June, that's all that it was,
But oh what it seemed to be.
It was like a royal affair with everyone there
`Cause you said "Yes, I do" to me.

It was just a wedding in June, that's all that it was,
But oh what it seemed to be.
It was like a royal affair with everyone there
`Cause you said "Yes, I do" to me.

. . .


I wonder what he'll think of me
I guess he'll call me "the old man"
I guess he'll think I can lick
Ev'ry other fella's father
Well, I can!

I bet that he turns out to be
The spittin' image of his dad
But he'll have more common sense
Than his puddin'-headed father ever had

I'll teach him to wrassle and dive through a wave
When we go in the morning for our swim
His mother can teach him the way to behave
But she won't make a sissy out o' him
Not him! Not my boy! Not Bill!

Bill. I will see that he is named after me, I will.
My boy, Bill, he'll be tall and tough as a tree, will Bill!
Like a tree he'll grow with his head held high
And his feet planted firm on the ground
And you won't see nobody dare to try to boss or toss him around!
No pot-bellied, baggy-eyed bully'll boss him around

I don't give a damn what he does as long as he does what he likes!
He can sit on his tail or work on a rail with a hammer and hammer in spikes!
He can ferry a boat on a river or peddle a pack on his back
Or work up and down the streets of a town with a whip and a horse and a hack

He can haul a scow along a canal, run a cow around a corral
Or maybe bark for a carousel
Of course, it takes talent to do that well


He might be a champ of the heavyweights or a fella that sells you glue
Or President of the United States, that'd be all right, too

Not Bill!

My boy, Bill he'll be tall and as tough as a tree, will Bill
Like a tree he'll grow with his head held high
And his feet planted firm on the ground
And you won't see nobody dare to try to boss or toss him around!
No fat-bottomed, flabby-faced, pot-bellied, baggy-eyed bully'll boss him around

And I'll be damned if he'll marry his boss's daughter
A skinny-lipped virgin with blood like water
Who'll give him a peck and call it a kiss
And look in his eyes through a *lorgnette*
Hey, why am I takin' on like this?
My kid ain't even been born yet!

I can see him when he's seventeen or so and startin' in to go with a girl
I can give him lots of pointers, very sound, on the way to get 'round any girl
I can tell him
Wait a minute!
Could it be?
What the hell!
What if he is a girl?
You can have fun with a son
But you got to be a father to a girl

She mighn't be so bad,at that
A kid with ribbons in her hair!
A kind of neat and petite little tin-type of her mother!
What a pair!

My little girl, pink and white as peaches and cream is she
My little girl is half again as bright as girls were meant to be!
Dozens of boys pursue her, many a likely lad
Does what he can to woo her from her faithful dad

She has a few pink and white young fellas of two and three
But my little girl gets hungry ev'ry night and she comes home to me!

I gotta get ready before she comes
Gotta make certain that she won't be dragged up in slums with a lot o' bums like me
She's gotta be sheltered and fed and dressed in the best that money can buy!
I never knew how to get money but, I'll try, by God! I'll try!
I'll go out and make it or steal it
Or take it or die!

. . .


If I don't see her each day, I miss her
Gee what a thrill, each time I kiss her
Believe me, I've got a case
On Nancy, with the laughing face

She takes the winter and makes it summer
And summer could take some lessons from her
Picture a tomboy in lace
That's Nancy with the laughing face

Have you ever heard mission bells ringing
Well she'll give you the very same glow
When she speaks you would think it was singing
Just hear her say hello

I swear to goodness, you can't resist her
She's mighty sweet, and wait till you see her sister
No angel could replace
Nancy, with the laughing face

. . .


What is america to me
A name, a map, or a flag I see
A certain word, democracy
What is america to me

The house I live in
A plot of earth, a street
The grocer and the butcher
And the people that I meet

The children in the playground
The faces that I see
All races and religions
That's america to me

The place I work in
The worker by my side
The little town or city
Where my people lived and died

The howdy and the handshake
The air of feeling free
And the right to speak my mind out
That's america to me

The things I see about me
The big things and the small
The little corner newsstand
And the house a mile tall

The wedding and the churchyard
The laughter and the tears
The dream that's been a growing
For a hundred and fifty years

The town I live in
The street, the house, the room
The pavement of the city
Or a garden all in bloom

The church the school the clubhouse
The million lights I see
But especially the people
That's america to me

. . .


You vowed your love from here to eternity,
A love so true, it never would die.
You gave your lips, gave them so willingly,
How could I know your kiss meant good-bye?

Now I'm alone, with only a memory.
My empty arms will never know why.
Though you are gone, this love that you left with me
Will live from here to eternity.

Now I'm alone, with only a memory.
My empty arms will never know why.
Though you are gone, this love that you left with me
This endless desire, will live from here to eternity.

. . .


Come fly with me let's fly, let's fly away
If you can use some exotic booze there's a bar in far Bombay
Come fly with me let's fly, let's fly away

Come fly with me let's float down to Peru
In llamaland there's a one man band and he'll toot his flute for you
Come fly with me let's take off in the blue

Once I get you up there where the air is rarified
We'll just glide starry eyed
Once I get you up there I'll be holding you so near
You may hear the angels cheer because we're together.

Weather-wise it's such a lovely day
Just say the words and we'll beat those birds down to Acapulco bay
It's perfect for a flying honeymoon they say
So come fly with me let's fly, let's fly away

(instrumental)

Once I get you up there where the air is rarified
We'll just glide starry eyed
Once I get you up there I'll be holding you so near
You may hear all the angels cheer because we're together

Weather-wise it's such a lovely day
You just say those words and we'll beat those birds down to Acapulco bay
It's so perfect for a flying honeymoon they say
Come fly with me let's fly, let's fly
Pack up! let's fly away

. . .


Writer(s): Springer/Leigh


How little we know
How much to discover
What chemical forces flow
From lover to lover

How little we understand - what touches of that tingle
That sudden explosion - when two tingles intermingle

Who cares to define
What chemistry this is
Who cares with your lips on mine
How ignorant bliss is

So long as you kiss me - (and) the world around us shatters
How little it matters - how little we know
(How little we know, how little we know,...)

. . .


The tables are empty, the dance floor's deserted.
You play the same love song - it's the 10th time you've heard it.

That's the beginning, just one of the clues.
You've had your first lesson in learnin' the blues.

The cigarettes you light, one after another,
Won't help you forget her, and the way that you love her.
You're only burnin' a torch you can't lose.
But you're on the right track for learnin' the blues.

When you're at home alone,
The blues will taunt you constantly.
When you're out in a crowd,
The blues will haunt your memory.

The nights when you don't sleep, the whole night you're crying.
But you can't forget her, soon you even stop trying.
You'll walk that floor and wear out your shoes.
When you feel your heart break, you're learnin' the blues.

When you're at home alone,
The blues will taunt you constantly.
When you're out in a crowd,
Those blues will haunt your memory.

The nights when you don't sleep, that whole night you're crying.
But you can't forget her, soon you even stop trying.
You'll walk the floor, and you'll wear out your shoes.
When you feel your heart break, you're learnin' those blues.

. . .


When the sun is high
In the afternoon sky
You can always find something to do
But from dusk til dawn
As the clock ticks on
Something happens to you

In the wee small hours of the morning
While the whole wide world is fast asleep
You lie awake and think about the girl
And never even think of counting sheep

When your lonely heart has learned its lesson
You'd be hers if only she would call
In the wee small hours of the morning
That's the time you miss her most of all

When your lonely heart has learned its lesson
You'd be hers if only she would call
In the wee small hours of the morning
That's the time you miss her most of all

. . .


Fairy tales can come true, it can happen to you
If you’re young at heart
For it’s hard, you will find, to be narrow of mind
If you’re young at heart

You can go to extremes with impossible schemes
You can laugh when your dreams fall apart at the seams
And life gets more exciting with each passing day
And love is either in your heart or on it’s way

Don’t you know that it’s worth every treasure on earth
To be young at heart
For as rich as you are it’s much better by far
To be young at heart

And if you should survive to 105
Look at all you’ll derive out of being alive
And here is the best part
You have a head start
If you are among the very young at heart

And if you should survive to 105
Look at all you’ll derive out of being alive
Then here is the best part
You have a head start
If you are among the very young at heart

. . .


Those fingers in my hair
That sly come hither stare
That strips my conscience bare
It's witchcraft.

And I've got no defense for it,
The heat is too intense for it.
What good would common sense for it do?

'Cause it's witchcraft,
Wicked witchcraft,
And although I know it's strictly taboo

When you arouse the need in me,
My heart says yes indeed in me,
Proceed with what your leading me to

It's such an ancient pitch,
But one I wouldn't switch,

'Cause there's no nicer witch than you

**Instrumental break**

'Cause it's witchcraft,
That crazy witchcraft,
And although I know it's strictly taboo

When you arouse the need in me,
My heart says yes indeed in me,
Proceed with what your leading me to...

It's such an ancient pitch,
But one that I would never switch,
'Cause there's no nicer witch than you

. . .


When somebody loves you
Its no good unless he loves you...
All the way
Happy to be near you
When you need someone to cheer you
All the way

Taller than the tallest tree is
Thats how its got to feel
Deeper than the deep blue sea is
Thats how deep it goes if its real

When somebody needs you
Its no good unless she needs you
All the way

Through the good or lean years
And for all those in between years
Come what may

Who knows where the road will lead us
Only a fool would say
But if you let me love you
Its for sure I'm gonna love you
All the way

All the way....

So if you let me love you
Its for sure I'm gonna love you
All the way
All.. The ... Way......

. . .


Love and marriage, love and marriage
They go together like a horse and carriage
This I'll 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
They go together like a horse and carriage
Dad was told by mother
You can't have one without the other

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
They go together like a horse and carriage
Dad was told by mother
You can't have one without the other

. . .


I have got you under my skin
I've got you deep in the heart of me
So deep in my heart, you're really a part of me
I've got you under my skin

I have tried so not to give in
I have said to myself this affair never gonna go so well
But why should I try to resist, when baby I know so well
I have got you under my skin

I would sacrifice anything come what might
For the sake of holding you near
In spite of a warning voice that comes in the night
And repeats, and it shouts in my ear

Don't you know blue eyes, you never can win
Use your mentality, wake up to reality
But each time I do, just the thought of you
Makes me stop before I begin
'Cause I've got you under my skin

Instrumental

I would sacrifice anything come what might
For the sake of having you near
In spite of a warning voice that comes in the night
And repeats, and it shouts in my ear

Don't you know little fool, you never can win
Why not use your mentality, step up, wake up to reality
But each time I do, just the thought of you
Makes me stop before I begin
'Cause I've got you under my skin
I love you under my skin

. . .


Life is dull
It's nothing but one big lull
Then presto you do a skull
And find that you're reeling
She sighs and you're feeling
Like a toy on a string
And your heart goes: "Ring-a-ding ding, ring-a-ding ding, ring-a-ding ding"

How could that funny face
That seemed to be common place
Project you right in to space
Without any warning
Don't know if its morning, night-time, winter or spring
What's the difference
Ring-a-ding ding, ring-a-ding ding, ring-a-ding ding

She takes (grabs) your hand - this captivating creature
And like its planned - you're in the phone book
Looking (Hunting) for the nearest preacher

Life is swell
You're off to that small hotel
And somewhere a village bell
Will sound in the steeple
Announcing to people
Love's the loveliest thing
And the bell goes: "Ring-a-ding ding, ring-a-ding ding, ring-a-ding ding"

. . .


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

(Musical Interlude)

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

. . .

The Summit (Comedy Routine)

[No lyrics]

. . .


Nathan, you must concentrate on the game. The town is up to here with high players. The Greek's in town. Freddie Bottle Bates, Scranton Slim.

Nathan: I know, I know, I could make a fortune, but to make a fortune, I need a fortune. A thousand bucks, where do I get it?

The Biltmore Garage wants a grand, but we ain't got a grand on hand.
And they now got a lock on the door to the gym at Public School 84.
There's a stock room behind McKlosky's Bar, but Mrs. McKlosky ain't a good scout.
And things being how they are, the back of the police station is out!
So the Biltmore Garage is the spot, but the one thousand bucks we ain't got.

Why, it's good old reliable Nathan, Nathan, Nathan, Nathan Detroit,
If you're looking for action, he'll turn it to spot,
Even when the heat is on, it's never too hot.
But for the good old reliable Nathan, oh it's only just a short walk,
To the oldest established permanent floating crap game in New York.
There are well-heeled shooters everywhere, everywhere,
There are well-heeled shooters everywhere,
And awful lot of lettuce for the fella who can get us to play.
If we only had a lousy little crap, we could be a millionaire.
Oh the good old reliable Nathan, Nathan, Nathan, Nathan Detroit,
If the size of your bundle you want to increase,
I'll arrange that you go broke in quiet and peace,
In a hideout provided by Nathan, where there are no neighbours to squawk,
It's the oldest established permanent floating crap game in New York.
Where's the action? Where's the game?
Gotta have the game or we'll die from shame.
It's the oldest established permanent floating crap game in New York.

. . .


they call you lady luck
but there is room for doubt
at times you have a very unladylike way
of running out

you're on this date with me
the pickin's have been lush
and yet before this evening is over
you might give me the brush

you might forget your manners
you might refuse to stay
and so the best that I can do
is pray

luck be a lady tonight
luck be a lady tonight
luck if you've ever been a lady to begin with
luck be a lady tonight

luck let a gentleman see
how nice a dame you can be
I know the way you've treated other guys you've been with luck be a lady with me

a lady doesn’t leave her escort
it isn’t fair
it isn’t nice

a lady doesn’t wonder all over the room
and blow on some other guys dice

lets keep this party polite
never get out of my sight
stick with me baby im the fellow
you came in with
luck be a lady tonight

luck let a gentleman see
just how nice
how nice a dame you can be I know the way you’ve treated
other guys you’ve been with
yeah luck be a lady with me

a lady doesn’t leave her escort
it isn’t fair
and its not nice

a lady doesn’t wonder all over the room
and blow on some other guys dice

so lets keep the party polite
never get out of my sight
stick with me baby im the guy that
you came in with
luck be a lady
luck be a lady
luck be a lady tonight

. . .


Call me irresponsible - call me unreliable, throw in undependable too
Do my foolish alibis bore you, well I'm not too clever - I just adore you
Call me unpredictable - tell me I'm impractical, rainbows I'm inclined to pursue
Call me irresponsible - yes I'm unreliable,
But it's undeniably true - I'm irresponsibly mad for you

. . .


Fly me to the moon
Let me play among the stars
Let me see what spring is like on
Jupiter and Mars

In other words, hold my hand
In other words, baby, kiss me

Fill my heart with song
And let me sing forever more
You are all I long for
All I worship and adore

In other words, please be true
In other words, I love you

Fill my heart with song
Let me sing forever more
You are all I long for
All I worship and adore

In other words, please be true
In other words
In other words
I love you

. . .


Softly, I will leave you softly, for my heart would break
If you should wake and see me go
So I leave you softly, long before you miss me
Long before your arms can beg me stay
For one more hour or one more day
After all the years, I can't bear the tears to fall
So, softly as I leave you there
(Softly, long before you kiss me)
(Long before your arms can beg me stay)
(For one more hour) or one more day
After all the years, I can't bear the tears to fall
So, softly as I leave you there
As I leave I you there, as I leave I you there

. . .


Now, this could only happen to a guy like me
And only happen in a town like this
So may I say to each of you, most gratefully
As I throw each one of you a kiss

This is my kind of town
Chicago is my kind of town
Chicago is my kind of people too
People who smile at you and

Each time I roam
Chicago is calling me home
Chicago is why I just grin like a clown
It's my kind of town.

My kind of town,
Chicago is my kind of town,
Chicago is my kind of raz-ma-taz
And it has all that jazz and

Each time I leave,
Chicago is tuggin' my sleeve
Chicago is a Wrigley Building
Chicago is the Union Stockyard
Chicago is one town that won't let you down
It's my kind of town

. . .


One day you turn around, and it's summer.
Next day you turn around, and its fall. And the
springs and the winters of a life time, whatever
happened to them all?

As a man who has always had the wandering ways,
now i'm reaching back for yesterdays, till' a long forgotten
love appears. And I find that i'm sighing softly as
I near, September. The warm September of my years.

As a man, who has never paused at wishing wells,
now i'm watching childrens carousels. And their laughter's
music to my ears. And I find that i'm smiling gently as i near,
September. The warm September of my years. The golden,
warm September of My Years.....

. . .


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