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The Manhattan Transfer




The Manhattan Transfer Album


The Manhattan Transfer Anthology - Down In Birdland (1992)
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Birdland
. . .


CHORUS:
Trickle, Trickle, Splash, Splash
Tell me how long will this rain last
The rain keeps droppin', there ain't no stoppin',
Tell me how long will this rain last

Trickle, Trickle, Slop, Slop
Just got to see my sweet gum drop
She's there waitin' and I'm hesitatin'
Tell me just when this rain will stop

Ronnie, dig my clothes here boy,
One button low
Well, you know I'm sharp, as a tack,
Say can you lend me your Cadillac
Gotta go, gotta go to a party - yeah
Please lend me your short
Well if I can't take it,
You know I can't make it,
I won't see my baby no more.

CHORUS

Ronnie, she's sweet, she's fine yeh boy,
And I love her so.
Well if I don't make the party,
Man - she sure to blow.
Gotta go, gotta go to the party - yeh,
Please lend me your short,
Well if I can't take it, you know I can't make it,
I won't see my baby no more.

CHORUS
Trickle, Trickle, Slop, Slop
Just got to see my sweet gum drop
She's there waitin' and I'm hesitatin'
Tell me how long will this rain last
Tell me how long will it last

. . .


Gloria
Gloria
It's not Marie
Gloria
It's not Cherie
Gloria (Gloria)
But she's not in love with me

Can't you see
It's not Marie
Gloria
It's not Cherie
Gloria (Gloria)
But she's not in love with me

And maybe (maybe)
She'll want me (want me)
But who am I to know (who am I to know)
And maybe (ooh, maybe)
She'll want me (ooh, want me)
But who am I to know (who am I to know)
Oh---

Gloria (Gloria)
It's not Marie
Gloria (Gloria)
It's not Cherie
Gloria (Gloria)
'Cause she's not in love with me

Gloria!

. . .


Operator
Give me information
Information
Give me long distance
Long distance
Give me heaven...

(Two, three)
Operator
Information
Give me Jesus on the line
Operator
Information
I'd like to speak to a friend of mine
Oh prayer is the number
Faith is the exchange
Heaven is the street
And Jesus is his name
Operator
Information
Please give me Jesus on the line

Operator
Information
Won't you tell me why
Tell me why
Operator
Information
Don't try to tell me
What number to call
My mother used this number
When I was very small
And everytime she dialed it
She always got 't call the
Operator
Information
Please give me Jesus on the line

Operator
Information
Please hurry if you can
Oh Operator
Information
Please connect me
With the man
Don't worry 'bout the money
You know I will pay the charge
Just give me on the line
I'm callin' from my heart
Operator
Information
Please give me Jesus on the line
Please give me Jesus on the line

Won't you please -
Give me Jesus
Give me Jesus on the line

Yeah!

. . .


Every day I walk some lonely street
Searchin' 'til you come back to me
People around just stop and stare
as if they know the hurt I bear
And suddenly I realize

I'm in a helpless situation
And I need some consolation
'Cause my mind is in a confusion
And I'm having these strange illusions
Since you've been gone I've been cryin' cryin' cryin' cryin'

Without a word without a warning
you left my life on early morning
Did I lean on you a little too strong
Too much of you I depended on
All at once I'm alone

I'm in a helpless situation
And I need some consolation
'Cause my mind is in a confusion
And I'm having these strange illusions
Since you've been gone I've been cryin' cryin' cryin' cryin'

In the shelter of your love my strength I found
But now I'm useless, darlin', since you're not around
I'm helpless baby

Sax solo
Background voices "Need some consolation, I need it, need it"

Baby baby I'm helpless since I lost your love
Helpless 'cause now I need your love
I need your words of confidence (need it, need it)
I need those happy times we spent
Since you've been gone

I'm in a helpless situation
And I need some consolation
'Cause my mind is in a confusion
And I'm having these strange illusions
All at once it hit me, I'm alone I'm alone

Oh helpless
since I lost your love
Helpless
'Cause now I need your love
I never needed no one before
but now I need you more and more
I'm helpless 'til you come back to me
Helpless....(to fade)

. . .


Ray's Rockhouse, that's my joint
House of soul, git my point
We don't care what's your blues
Come in here, lose yo' blues
When trouble comes a-knockin'
Everything looks better while y'rockin'
You don't notice trouble while y'rockin'
Rock! (Repeat for 12 bars)

(Chorus)
Let's rock! That's what we're offerin' you
Let's rock! That's what we wantcha' t'do
Let's rock! Rock all y' troubles away
Let's rock! Rock till the dawnin' o'day
Let's rock! Rockhouse is ready t'roll
Let's rock! Rockhouse is good f'th'soul

Ev'ry Saturday night there's a scene
That's a part o'the fun
Mrs. Tucker will enter the joint
In a search for her son
Every Saturday night he sneaks out
Leavin' her in the lurch
But she's lookin' t'bring him on home
'Cause tomorrow is church
She really hates the rockhouse
She's sure the devil is in control here
Nothin' but rock'n'roll here

Yodle-dole-dole (Echo) Lady who
gotr a lotta rockin' to do
Swing - whatta y'waitin' for
We got plenty o'soul for you

Everybody gotta loosen your hip
Do a few rolls wait'll y'feel
Y'back'll slip then y'rockin'
Rock!

(Repeat Chorus)

Sisters of the flockhouse
Ain't got no business comin' to th'rockhouse
All the people in here
Are all in t'sin in here
Of this there's no doubt
That's why Miz' Tucker is pullin' Sam out
Rock!

(Repeat Chorus)

. . .


You're my heart's desire, You're my hearts desire--

You are
My heart's desire (hearts desire)
You set my soul on fire (soul on fire)
When your lips are close to mine
You'll find --
That you're my hearts desire (you're my hearts desire, you're my hearts desire)

Oh--
No other love could be (love could be)
As sweet as yours to me (yours to me)
Oh my darling, oh can't you plainly see
That you're my hearts desire

No other dream could replace
That lonely and cold empty space
And fill my heart with a love
For it's you I'm dreaming of...

There's one thing I know (baby I know)
I know that wherever, wherever, wherever you may go (you may go)
Oh honey I'll forever keep on loving and wanting you so
'Cause you're my hearts desire
You are my heart's desire

. . .


Ah, Zindy Lou
Ah, Zindy Lou
(Lou lou lou, ooh Zindy Lou, Lou lou lou, ooh Zindy Lou)

Zindy Lou was a woman who came from the hills
And ooh I taught her - she could really thrill Zindy Lou,
Oh Zindy Lou
(Lou lou lou, ooh Zindy Lou, Lou lou lou, ooh Zindy Lou)

She had two great big beautiful eyes
Zindy Lou was a woman that I idolized Zindy Lou
Oh Zindy Lou
(Lou lou lou, ooh Zindy Lou, Lou lou lou, ooh Zindy Lou)

A coca-wica-no, a coca-wica-shae
A coca-wica-no, a coca-wica-shae
A coca-wica-no, a coca-wica-shae
A coca-wica-no, a coca-wica-shae
Ah, Zindy Lou

She had black hair and ruby red lips
And when she walked by I almost flipped
Zindy Lou
A lou lou lou, ooh Zindy Lou
A lou lou lou, ooh Zindy Lou
A lou lou lou, ooh Zindy Lou

When she walked by with a fine fine frame
Each and every man could call her by name
Zindy Lou
A lou lou lou, ooh Zindy Lou
A lou lou lou, ooh Zindy Lou
A lou lou lou, ooh Zindy Lou

A coca-wica-no, a coca-wica-shae
A coca-wica-no, a coca-wica-shae
A coca-wica-no, a coca-wica-shae
A coca-wica-no, a coca-wica-shae
Ah, Zindy Lou

Zindy Lou was sweet she sure was fine
And when she kissed me I lose my mind Zindy Lou
Oh Zindy Lou
(Lou lou lou, ooh Zindy Lou, Lou lou lou, ooh Zindy Lou)

Ah, Zindy Lou
Ah, Zindy Lou
(Lou lou lou, ooh Zindy Lou, Lou lou lou, ooh Zindy Lou)

(Repeat with other background "coca" voices to fade)

. . .


Turnin' back the hands of time
Holdin' on to misty memories
Chasin' shadows thru the night
Tryin' to find that happy ending
Reaching out for another chance at heaven
We can still find the way if we try

You gotta believe in the mystery
How it used to be
We were more than lonely drifters in the dark
Oh I can remember the sun inside
When love held us tight
Can't you see I need that magic in my heart
Instead of it tearing apart

Diamonds shinin' in the night
Lyin' soft and warm together
Only images survive
Can't this dream go on forever?
There is still time to lock away the sadness
Let the secrets of love start to smile

It's only believin' the mystery
Like it used to be
Baby bring back all the passion to my life
Oh don't you remember the tender days
All the love we made
Can't we feel that warm sensation here tonight, oh....

Lonely spirits seem to whisper in the wind
It's a silent song that's never meant to be
Since the dawn of time the mystery never ends
We can find forever
If we let love rise again

Won't you reach for another
chance at heaven
We can still find the way if we try

It's only believin' in the mystery
How it used to be
Baby bring back all the passion to my life
Oh cause I can remember the tender days
All the love we made
I need to feel that warm sensation - oh baby

Mystery
How it used to be
We were oh so much more
Oh baby, don't you remember (sun inside)
(held us tight)
Love held us tight
Turn around and look at me baby
Oh we gotta get back, gotta get back, gotta get back, gotta get back
Please take me there -
Oh I remember all the passion
Tender days - all the love we made
And I need to feel you baby....

. . .


Dit dot ditty dit dot a ditty ditty
Dit dot ditty dit dot a ditty ditty
Dit dot ditty dit dot a ditty ditty
Dit dot ditty, Baby come home to me

I sent my baby a telegram asking to be her man
Begging her to come back home to me (Baby come home to me)
Oh I dotted the I's and I crossed the T's
And I'm begging pretty please
Honey honey, come back home to me (Baby come home to me)

Dit dot?.
Baby I want your love
Woo-oo
Baby I need your love
Ooo
Honey honey come back home to me (Come back home to me)
Dit dot?
Got to have your love
Woo-oo
Can't live without your love
Woo-oo
Honey honey come back home to me (Come back home to me)

Oh I made mistakes, yes that's the truth
But the biggest one I made with you
Honey honey, come back home to me (Baby come home to me)
I thought that you would understand
I'm just a one woman man
Not like before so come back home to me (Baby come home to me)

Dit dot...
Baby I want your love
Woo-oo
Baby I need your love
Ooo
Honey honey come back home to me (Come back home to me)
Dit dot...
Got to have your love
Woo-oo
Can't live without your love
Woo-oo
Honey honey come back home to me (Come back home to me)

Dit dot ditty dit dot a ditty ditty
Ooo, aahh (Baby come home to me)
I said
Come back come back to me
Come back come back to me
Come back baby come back to me
Come back come back to me
Come back come back to me
Come back baby come back to me
(Repeat to fade)

. . .


If you ever
Plan to motor west
Travel my way, take the highway that's the best
Get your kicks on Route 66

It winds from Chicago to LA
More than two thousand miles all the way
Baby, get your kicks on Route 66

Now you go through St. Louie
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

Won't you get hip to this timely tip
When you make that California trip
Get your kicks on Route 66

Now you go through St. Louie
Joplin, Missouri
And Oklahoma City looks mighty pretty
Now you'll see Amarillo
Gallup, New Mexico
Flagstaff Arizona
Don't forget Winona
Kingman, Barstow, San Bernadino

Won't you get hip to this timely tip
When you make that California trip
Get your kicks on Route 66

Get your kicks on Route six six
Get your kicks on Route 66
Get your kicks on Route six six

Whoo whoo ------

. . .


I love coffee, I love tea
I love the Java Jive and it loves me
Coffee and tea and the java and me
A cup, a cup, a cup, a cup, a cup (Ah!)

I love java, sweet and hot
Whoops, Mr. Moto, I'm a coffee pot
Shoot me the pot, and I'll pour me a shot
A cup, a cup, a cup, a cup, a cup

Oh, slip me a slug from that wonderful mug
And I'll cut a rug, 'till I'm snug in a jug
A slice of onion and-a draw one
Draw one -
(Waiter, waiter, percolator)

I love coffee, I love tea
I love the Java Jive and it loves me
Coffee and tea and the java and me
A cup, a cup, a cup, a cup, a cup (Ah!)

Boston bean (soy beans)
I said, them little itty bitty green beans (cabbage and greens)
I'm not keen about a bean
Unless it is a chilly chili bean (Talk it boy!)

I love java, sweet and hot
Whoops, Mr. Moto, I'm a coffee pot (yeah)
Shoot me the pot and I'll pour me a shot
A cup, a cup, a cup (yeah)

Slip me a slug of that wonderful mug
And I'll cut a rug that's snug in a jug
Drop your nickel in my pot, Joe
Takin' it slow
Waiter, waiter, percolator

I love coffee, I love tea
I love the Java Jive and it loves me
Coffee and tea and the java and me
A cup, a cup, a cup, a cup, boy!

. . .


Chanson d'amour, ra da da da da, play encore.
Here in my heart, ra da da da da, more and more.

Chanson d'amour, ra da da da da, je t'adore.
Each time I hear, ra da da da da, Chanson, chanson, d'amour.

(Sax solo)
Ra da da da da
(Sax solo)
Ra da da da da

Chanson d'amour, ra da da da da, je t'adore.
Each time I hear, ra da da da da, Chanson, chanson, d'amour.

Every time I hear
Chanson, chanson, d'amour.

. . .


When traveling abroad in the continental style
It's my belief that one must attempt to be discreet
And subsequently bear in mind your transient position
Allows you a perspective that's unique
Though you'll find your itinerary's a blessing and a curse
Your wanderlust won't let you settle down
And you wonder how you ever fathomed that you'd be content
To stay within the city limits of a small midwestern town
Most vagabonds I knowed don't ever want to find the culprit
That remains the object of their long relentless quest
The obsession's in the chasing and not the apprehending
The pursuit you see and never the arrest

Without fear or contradiction Bon Voyage is often hollered
In conjunction with a handkerchief from shore
By a girl that drives a Rambler and furthermore
Is overly concerned that she won't see him anymore
Planes and trains and boats and buses
Characteristically evoke a common attitude of blue
Unless you have a suitcase and a ticket and a passport
And the cargo that they're carrying is you
A foreign affair juxtaposed with a stateside
And domestically approved romantic fancy
Is mysteriously attractive due to circumstances knowing
I will only be parlayed into a memory

. . .


Endless nights
I'd play solitaire
Imagining that you were here
One night flights
Such heartless affairs
They froze the hopes of love in me
You suddenly appeared
Melted all my fears
Filled me with the love I need

You make me smile again
Like a child of three
And I believe it will turn out right baby
Oh you make me smile again
Hold me in your arms
Oh love, my love

Heart to heart
Our souls intertwine
Make love and float away with me
Twins of flame
A love so divine
I want to spend my life around you
Now, now I have the strength
Now I have the hopes
You give me all I need

To make me smile again
Like a child of three
And I believe it will work out right
Oh you make me smile again
Hold me in your arms
Oh love, my love

You make me smile again
Like a child of three
Oh I believe we'll live a dream for two
Oh you make me smile again
Hold me in your arms
Oh love, my love

. . .


Down on the corner there's a reason to smile
When those evenin' shadows fall
Some kinda feelin' that it's hard to deny
Once the neon lights start to call
People out there searchin' for action
Daytime distraction slippin' right on by

Tonight, let's taste the spice of life
Keep it sweet until the mornin' light
Watch fantasy unfold
And let the lovin' flow

Caught in the madness of a summer romance
At a moonlight rendezvous
Lost in the spirit of a sensual dance
That can cast a spell over you
All you need's a night to remember
Flyin' together on the highest high

Tonight, let's taste the spice of life
A little music and some candlelight
Put passion in control
And let the lovin' flow

Could be the start of a million dreams we share
So lay back in the feelin' let the evenin' take you there

All we need is a night to remember
Flyin' together on the highest high

Tonight, let's taste the spice of life
A little music and some candlelight
Put passion in control
And let the lovin' flow
All night we'll taste the spice of life
Keep it sweet until the mornin' light
Watch fantasy unfold
That's the only way to go

. . .


Intro:
IOA IOAE, IOA IOAE (Pronounced e-oh-ah, e-oh-ah-a)
IOA IOAE, IOA IOAE

Cuentame que te paso
Cuentame que te paso

Que estaba alla en la playa
Recorriendo las aguaritas
Y vino una abejita y me pico ay ay!

Cuentame que te paso
Cuentame que te paso

Yo me saque la loteria
Corriendo fui de romeria
Y fue alli donde to el dinero perderi

Pero las dos vienen las dos pao pao

Pao pao pao pao pao (chiquita)
Pao pao pao pao pao (senorita)
Pao pao pao pao pao

Pero las dos vienen la colococota
E La la la la la la la la la pao pao


Pao pao pao pao pao (chiquita)
Pao pao pao pao pao (senorita)
Pao pao pao pao pao

IOA IOAE, IOA IOAE
IOA IOAE, IOA IOAE

Cuentame que te paso
Cuentame que te paso

Que estaba alla en la playa
Recorriendo las aguaritas
Y vino una abejita y me pico ay ay!

Pero las dos vienen las dos pao pao

Pao pao pao pao pao (chiquita)
Pao pao pao pao pao (senorita)
Pao pao pao pao pao

Woo-ooh!

. . .


Scat singing

Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah

My, my
Oh, the feelin'
Of the sound
Precious and real and
Ooh, that's nice
Whip up some steamin' jazz
The pot is on the stove, it's cookin'

Want some more? (Some more)
We always save some
Art nouveau
For special patrons
You look nice
Do you believe in jazz?

Kansas City to Brazil
It even gets you hot in your home
Oh
Kansas City to Brazil
I say blow your top, blow your own

Ah, ooh, ah
This be-bop's too much
I know you know
Hip hop, never stop
I'll pour you tasty funk
We got cool and hot
Just for you, the pleasures of the soul
Come on, come in
And check it out
Ooh, c'est si bon

Ah, ooh, ah
This be-bop's too much
I know you know
Hip hop, never stop
I'll pour you tasty funk
We got cool and hot
Just for you, the pleasures of the soul
Come on, come in
And check it out
Soul food to go

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Scat singing

My, my
Oh, the feelin'
Of the sound
Precious and real and
Ooh, that's nice
Whip up some steamin' jazz
The pot is on the stove, it's cookin'

Want some more?
We always save some
Art nouveau
For special patrons
You look nice
Do you believe in jazz?

Kansas City to Brazil
It even gets you hot in your home
Oh
Kansas City to Brazil
I say blow your top, blow your own

Ah, ooh, ah
This be-bop's too much
I know you know
Hip hop, never stop
I'll pour you tasty funk
We got cool and hot
Just for you, the pleasures of the soul
Come on, come in
And check it out
Ooh, c'est si bon

Ah, ooh, ah
This be-bop's too much
I know you know
Hip hop, never stop
I'll pour you tasty funk
We got cool and hot
Just for you, the pleasures of the soul
Come on, come in
And check it out
Soul food to go

Scat singing

. . .


So you say
It's a feeling I'll get over someday
So you say
So you say
I should try
Just to let the flame inside me die
I should try
So you say
Against the wind
With my face turned to the empty side
Of loneliness
Midnight black and blue

So you say
That the world will keep on turning
So you say
So you say
Tell me why
All the stars have lost their mystery now
Tell me why
Tell me how
Where love has been
The taste of wine
Seems to linger on like distant perfume
And all of the memories
Carelessly left behind
Ghosts and lies
They haunt me wherever I go

So you say
That the pain of love will pass away
So you say
So you say

(Sax solo)

Before goodbye
I look for the fire behind your eyes
But they're cold as ice
I hear in your voice
The echo of love that's gone by
Now I cry
I'll love you for all of my life

So you say
It's a feeling I'll get over someday
So you say
So you say

. . .


Ooo wah, ooo wah cool, cool kitty
Tell us about the boy from New York City
Ooo wah, ooo wah c'mon kitty
Tell us about the boy from New York City

He's kind of tall
He's really fine
Some day I hope to make him mine, all mine
And he's neat
And oh so sweet
And just the way he looked at me
He swept me off my feet
Ooo whee, you ought to come and see
How he walks
And how he talks

Ooo wah, ooo wah cool, cool kitty
Tell us about the boy from New York City

He's really down
And he's no clown
He has the finest penthouse I've ever seen in town
And he's cute
In his mohair suit
And he keeps his pockets full of spending loot
Ooo whee, say you ought to come and see
His dueling scar
And brand new car

Every time he says he loves me
Chills run down my spine
Every time he wants to kiss me
He makes me feel so fine
Ooo wah, ooo wah cool, cool kitty
Tell us about the boy from New York City

Well he can dance
(He can dance, take a chance with a little ro-)
And make romance
(mance baby, cause he's a looker)
That's when I fell in love
With just one glance
(He's sweet talking and cool)

He was shy
And so was I
And now I know I'll never, ever say goodbye
Ooo whee, say you ought to come and see
He's the most
From coast to coast

Ooo wah, ooo wah cool, cool kitty
Tell us about the boy from New York City
Ooo wah, ooo wah c'mon kitty
Tell us about the boy from New York City

. . .


(SPOKEN INTRO)
With a key, you unlock a door to imagination
Beyond it is another dimension
A dimension of sight
A dimension of sound
A dimension of mind

You're moving through a land of both shadow and substance
Of things and ideas
Guiding you through this wondrous journey
Is the hypnotic sound of the twilight tone

When I hear this melody
This strange illusion takes over me
Through a tunnel of the mind
Perhaps a present or future time oh, oh
Out of nowhere comes this sound
This melody that keeps spinning 'round & 'round
Pyramidal locomotion
From a mystic unknown zone

Hearin' the twilight
Hearin' the twilight, twilight tone

Unpretentious girl from Memphis
Saw the future through her third eye
People came with skepticism
Picking, testing her precision, no, wo, oh, oh
Suddenly they heard this sound
This melody that keeps spinning 'round & 'round
A signpost up ahead is calling
Through the mystic unknown zone

Hearin' the twilight
Twilight swept away, feelin' the rhythm
Hearin' the twilight
Twilight swept away, ba da, loo da, ba da loo da
Hearin' the twilight
Twilight tone

Submitted for your approval. One Mr. Miller, who's about
to take a trip into oddness and obsolescene, through a
zone whose boundaries are that of imagination.
Accompanying him on this journey is the mesmerizing
sound of the Twilight Tone.

On a cold & rainy night
One Mister Miller had a rare flight
Glen was up there boppin' a rhythm
Then the engine stopped to listen with him
Play that beat, oh, oh
Suddenly he heard this sound
This melody that keeps spinning 'round & 'round
Now he resides and plays trombone
In the mystic unknown zone

Hearin' the twilight (repeat many times)
(Hearin' the twilight)

. . .


Take a seat and cool it 'cause unless you overrule it
We are ready to show you some blowin'
A rompin' and a stompin' is a lot of fun
Four brothers who are blowin' our horns

So settle down an' listen 'cause you don't know what you're missin'
And we're ready to give you a showin'
A movin' it 'n groovin' it has just begun
Four brothers who are blowin' our horns

We got a little message that you're gonna enjoy
Ain't no sense in dodgin' the facts
So settle in your easy chair an' if you ever had a care - forget it,
It's time to relax

You might as well admit it, we're the best that ever did it
But in case you ain't too sure o' knowin'
We're gonna let you listen to us one by one
Four brothers who are blowin' our horns

JANIS:
How'd ya do, I'm talkin' about you
It's very nice to know that you have really taken time to listen to me blow
'Cause as sure as I'm born, I'm blowin' my horn
Listen't'me baby, I'm blowin', zootin' it up
And I hope you dig the sounds I'm makin' more'n any other
Now I must go for it's time for you to listen to my other brother

TIM:
I think the chick's talkin' 'bout me so I'd better go 'n see
I'm hip that she knows a horn is very best to greet you
That's the reason I'm blowin' so snappily
I don't know what ya got, but it thrills me an' I hope to have a lot
'Cause it puts me in clover
So baby, if you would like to dig my other brother
You're gonna have to turn the record over

ALAN:
Hey hey hey
Who ya talkin' about, say who ya talkin' about
Did I hear you say you'd introduce your other brother
'Cause in case I heard you talkin' about three, that's me
Pleased to meet you, how'd you do, how are you, nothin's new,
How is everything with you?
Whattya say I leave this jazz up to my brother --

CHERYL:
Dig dig dig my Long Island sound
I hope you're puttin' it down
You got me in a mood that's so romantic
If you noticed you can take this silly old actin'
'Cause I'm actin' so distracted when I dig you
Pretty baby you will never know how much I really dig you
You have got me so excited that I goofed blowin' my horn

ALL:
Boop bop the news is gettin' around, we're really puttin' it down
We're glad, in fact, to know that you enjoy it and we wish we had the time to give you
more
Thank you for the compliment
You told us we were better just as though we didn't know it
We're hip that we're the best, we're over all the rest
We're in the modern school, we always play it cool, we never play the fool
The honkers and the squeakers might be stealin' the show
But we don't go for that, so while we blow

BAND MEMBER:
Hi-ho, lackaday, boy it's a natural fact
I ain't no kin, but I would like to get in the act!

ALL:
Well get outta here, get outta here, get outta here now
Fellas we appreciate it makin' you mad,
But we must ask you to apologize
Because after all he's in our band

Four brothers, four brothers, four brothers
Although we sound like more
Four brothers, four brothers, four brothers
We're really only four

We like to blow but we don't know how time can fly and how an hour can pass away
We wish the time would never go so we could take our time an' blow 'til judgement day

Four brothers, four brothers, four brothers
Now just one final word:

JANIS: I'm happy to know you and I hope I don't forget you
TIM: It's really a pleasure and I hope I don't look silly to you
ALAN: I'm hopin' the story that I told did not upset you
CHERYL: Sorry, now in conclusion we are hoping that you heard four

ALL:
So just before we go we want you to know ---
We're glad you let us show you how we always end up with that jazz
(We don't go for braggin' but we're blowin' our own...
Horn!

. . .


All the night it's bli-bli-bli
'N blop-blop-blop 'n drip, drip, drip
I'm turnin' the faucet off

Pretty uptight from bli-bli-bli
'N blop-blop-blop, I hate this trip
I'm turnin' the faucet off

That faucet's drippin'

Turnin' the faucet off

Tryin' t'sleep, I need my rest
But there's no rest f'me, I guess
I'm turnin' the faucet off

(Repeat Top)

My mind is flippin'

Turnin' the faucet off

I'm tryin' my best to sleep
I'm tryin' without success
I tell y' it just ain't fair a faucet
Measures in this mess
That's it, I guess!

Every night I gotta git up in the middle of the gol'durn night
An' it's colder'n a Swedish well-digger's behin'
But I gotta do it
Otherwise I'm outta' m'min. stone crazy

Stop the faucet from drippin'
'N drivin y'nuts - stone nuts
It's drivin' you crazy
One more drip an' you'll scream

No stuff, you can look him
An' tell he has enough
Whoa-oh, lemme tell y'really
It's rough

Talkin' 'bout them blee blop blues

I'm hip to that drip goofin' my sleep
I'm so tired o'gittin' up in the night
What a catastratrose
Pride's got me feelin' I'm boun't'
Behave like an oaf
I'll git me a hammer - Bam!
Quite the difference in the way
The faucet soun's now
I'm gonna go bam-bam-bam-bam
Bam-bam-bam on that faucet
Damn that faucet for the stupid ol'
Drip that it is I tell y'
I really am sick o'that drip
Maybe the plumber man's
Got him a better, prettier tip
About stoppin' that drip
But as f'now

Background:
When you be deep within y'nightly nap
An' nothin worser than a drippin' tap
You try t'lay there an' preten' you deaf
But soon y' fin'ly know there ain' nothin' left
That you jus' cannot stand it anymore
You're hip
Drip drip drip drip
An' so y'git up an' you're half asleep
You're so disgusted that'cha wanna weep
You bump your knee while tryin' t'find the lamp
Your throat is dried up and y'feelin' a cramp
You can't feel dum'r an' you'd like t'kill the plum'er
You envy children in summer camp

But as for now
But as for now
The drippin' soun'
The drippin' soun'
Has got me so I'm 'bout t'tear the plumin' down
I'm 'bout t'tear the plumin' down I'm talkin' down
Y'gotta stop
Y'gotta stop
The constant seep
The constant seep
Because it makes it real impossible t'sleep
Real impossible t'sleep, I'm talkin' sleep
Your plum'er goofed
So face the fact
Y' gotta use
A lot o'tact

Your plumber really gotta' straighten
Up his act
Next time you're li'ble to crack

Folks with leaky faucets
Think o'wakin' up millions o'times
T'stop the faucet drippin'
Part o'the trouble o'livin' with plumbin'
Is the dues a fella always pays
Adoptin' fancy citified ways
That's what'cha git f'livin in the city
Whenever a nature lover hears your tale
You ain' gonna git lots o'pity

Dig - when y'r bothered by the blee bop blues
Dig this - turn the faucet off'n you'll stop blues
Then dig this - you won't have t'sing th'
Blee bop blues

When pipes're drippin' nerves're strainin'
People jus' can't help complainin'
Everybody really c'n dig that

Stuff that pipe

End this endless incredible gripe
End this endless gripe

That's them dues' - Blee blop blues
Yeah - - - - - - -

. . .


Candy
I call my sugar Candy
Because I'm sweet on Candy
and Candy's sweet on me

She understands me
My understanding Candy
And Candy's always handy
When I need sympathy

You wish that there were four of her
So I could love much more of her
She has taken your complete heart
Got a sweet tooth for my sweetheart

Candy
It's gonna be just dandy
The day I take my Candy
And make her mine, all mine

Candy
I call my sugar Candy
Because I'm sweet, so sweet on Candy
And Candy's sweet on me

You wish that there were four of him
Oh how I could love much more of him
He has taken your complete heart
You got a sweet tooth for your sweetheart

Candy
It's gonna be just dandy
The day I take my candy
Gee how the sun will shine

On the day my Candy
On the day my Candy
On the day my Candy's mine

. . .


Met a gal in calico
Down in Santa Fe
Used to be her Sunday beau
'Til I rode away
Do I want her
Do I want her love - yes, siree
Will I win her
Will I win her love - wait and see

Workin' with the rodeo
Rode from town to town
Seen most every kinda gal
Every kind of gown
But who makes my heart sing
Yipee yi, yipee yo -
My little gal in calico

I'll take my gal in calico
Down in Santa Fe
Guess I better let her know
That I feel this way
Is she waitin' (is she waitin')
Aw, she'd better be
Am I hopin' to be ropin' her
Yes siree

Gonna quit the rodeo
Gonna settle down
Buy a bolt of calico
For a wedding gown
And will I fence her in
Yip yipee yi, yip yipee yo ---
My little gal in calico

Little gal in calico
My little gal in calico
Yipee yi, yipee yo -------

. . .


Love for sale
Advertising young love for sale
Love that's fresh and still unspoiled
Love that's only slightly soiled
Love - yes come get my love because it's right here for sale

Who will buy
Who would like to sample my supply
Who's prepared to pay the price
For a trip to paradise
Love for sale

Let the poets pipe of love in their childish way
I've known every type of love better far than they
If you want the thrill of love,
I've been through the mill of love
Old love, new love, every love but true

Love for sale
Advertising young love for sale
If you want to buy my wares
Follow me and climb the stairs
Love for sale

. . .


On a little street in Singapore
With me - beside a lotus covered door
A veil of moonlight on her lovely face
How pale the hands that held me in embrace

My sails tonight are filled with perfume of Shalimar
With temple bells that guide me to her shore
And then I hold you in my arms
And love the way I loved before
On a little street in Singapore

On a little street in Singapore
With me - beside a lotus covered door
A veil of moonlight on her lovely face
How pale the hands that held me in embrace

. . .


Boop bop, Boop Bop
Boop bop, Boop Bop
Boop bop, Boop Bop
Boop bop, Boop Bop

Way down South, in Birmingham
I mean South, in Alabam'
There's a place
Where people go to dance the night away

It's a junction
Where the town folk meet
At each function in their best they'll greet you

Sax solo

Scat solo

Way down South, in Birmingham
I mean South, in Alabam'
That old place

Boop bop, Boop Bop
Boop bop, Boop Bop
Boop bop, Boop Bop
Boop bop, Boop Bop

Way down South, in Birmingham
I mean South, in Alabam'
'Ans old place
Where people go to dance the night away
They all drive or walk for miles
To get blues - that southern style,
So blue - it'll make you want to dance the night away
Tuxedo Junction - where I want to be

. . .


Spoken: Folks I'm mellow as a honeydew! (Oh yeah, yeah)

That cat is high
Look at that look in his eye
On man he's high
The cats higher than a kite

When you see him stumblin'
Up and down the street
You know that cat's been drinkin'
Got no shoes upon his feet

Man he's high
I said that cat is high
Yes he's high
Man he's higher than a kite

That cat is high
Look at that look in his eye
You know I wouldn't lie
That cat is higher than a kite

Boys he's high
Oh look at them two black eyes
Oh me oh my
That cat is higher than the sky

When you see him tippin'
Round and round the block
Oh you know that cat he's very beat
Hip clean down to his socks

That cat is high
Look at that look in his eye
Oh me oh my
That cat is higher than the sky
Yeah!

Instrumental

Scat section...ends with "Shoot some liquor to me John Boy!"

When you see him stumblin'
Up and down the street
You know that cat's been drinkin'
Got no shoes upon his feet

Man he's high
Yes he's high
My oh my
The cat's higher than a kite

He's high (That cat is high)
So high (That cat is high)
My my (Oh man he's high)
He's high (He's high)

He's high (That cat is high)
So high (That cat is high)
My my (Oh man he's high)

Spoken:
I want the home cookin' mama w/ the fryin' pan!
Well I know that cat is high!
Hee hee -- yeah!
That's right!

. . .


Don't you know, he was the king of saxophones
Yes indeed he was;
Talkin' 'bout the guy that made it sound so good
Some people knew him by the Bean
But Hawkins was his name

He sure could swing and play pretty too
Sounds good to me -- should sound good to you
I love to hear him playing Body and Soul
Very pleasing to the ear

When I first heard it on the record
I just stopped-- right there,
Sounded like a band of angels in the sky,
And I have never ever heard a sweeter tone
In fact I pay no 'ttention to the saxophone
'Til Coleman Hawkins came along and spoke to everyone --
Saying better listen won't you hear me,
While I play for you --

Sometimes it's hot
Then again it's blue
My soul just seems to wander,
Pleasing each and everyone --
It's what I've long been craving for

The doors have not been always open,
But I am trying to please you.
Please don't try to stop me.
Hope you like it folks

And then he started cookin' --
Everytime he played
Some melodic melody fast or slow
You could tell that it was Hawkins --

No other one ever has
Quite captured his tone
Just he alone --
Has the sound that penetrates
It will sure go right through you
Yes it will --
And every chorus gives you just another thrill

Then along came Eddie Jefferson
He sang the melody like Hawkins played it
He sang it true
He sang it blue
Made words for it too

All his fans in New York loved him
There's no one above him
Here in the USA
I've heard 'em say ol' Eddie was the man

Oh how he could sing
Man did he swing
Sang on the wing, did his own thing
Yes he did

Throughout the country --
Music lovers are still wiggin' on Eddie's singin'
All around the world -- he is known
Rhythm was his special joy --
He swung it like a horn

He must have been born to be a singer
'Cause his lyrics were so sincere and true
Funny sad or blue
Oh yeah!

And we've got to remind you
Many years it took him
Singing every day to achieve his first claim to fame

He was twenty years ahead of his time
And he knew it
But he kept right on-a singing
He went all around the world making rhythm
'Cause music sure was in him and he knew it was

Sang with Moody and Richie Cole
He could sing it just like Bird
But his forte was the words he wrote to
Music that he sang

So he sang, and he sang
And he sang his words so clever
And I know they'll silence him never
'Cause he cut this masterpiece

And now we're trying to sing it for you
Hope the Bean and Eddie both would still approve
There we go
We didn't mean to reminisce
You can surely bet
That we won't forget
'Cause we hear them yet
Goodbye

. . .


Let me introduce you
I've heard that boredom's entered your life
And you're feelin' real low
Have you met Benny Bailey?
Well he's a fella that you should know

They tell me lassitude's has laid you low
An' you're losin' your grip
you must meet Benny Bailey
At least he's somebody who is hip

To cure an ennui, you need a bon nuit
It's part o' the joie de vie
And his attention, I'm loathe to mention
Is, incident'ly, available

And so if providence should decree
Who'll stand in the way
So you'll meet Benny Bailey
And you'll remember your lucky day

Background Vocals: Once you've met
You won't forget
No stuff
Benny's tough
(Repeat 1,2,3)

This could be your lucky day
Incident'ly, he's the sort
Tho' seen at court
Carries an awful lotta weight
In many less royal quarters
Filled with less than regal daughters
Quite the quixotic Romeo whom every
Filly'll know because they find his
Reputation wherever they go
Whether it's here
Or whether it's in another boudoir
Whee!
He's such a scandal, really
T' handle him demands a savoir fairer
And a great indulgence rarer
Than any that I've encountered surveyin' the scene
But never mind, I'll explain it later
The fact is that he's always ready to please
And that's aroused a lot o'chatter
But it really doesn't matter, not to him
No siree! It's 'bout as big t'him as any flea
He's gotta be maitre'd
Or so it seems to me
Wait'll y'meet, you'll see what I'm sayin'

Background Vocals: Meet this cat
He's where it's at
That's right, outta sight
Benny Bailey
He's no slouch
For this I'll vouch
He's cool, he's no fool

To cure an ennui
You need a bon nuit
It's part of the joie de vie

He's the kind o'cat people hear about
But in a second-handed way
That there's nothing really clear about

Let me introduce you
I've heard that boredom's entered your life
And you're feelin' real low
Have you met Benny Bailey?
Well he's a fella that you should know

They tell me lassitude's has laid you low
An' you're losin' your grip
you must meet Benny Bailey
At least he's somebody who is hip

We're glad you got to meet Benny Bailey
I'm happy fin'lly meeting with you

. . .


We sing a spring
(Sing joy spring)
A rare and most mysterious spring
(This most occult thing)
Is buried deep in the soul
(It's story never has been told)

The joy spring, the fountain of pleasure
Is deep inside you whether you're diggin' it or not
Once you're aware of this spring
You'll know that it's the greatest
Treasure you've got
And furthermore
The joy spring, the bounteous treasure
Cannot be bartered away and never
Can be sold
Nothing can take it from you
It's yours and yours alone to have
And to hold
And something more:
It never is lost to fire or theft
It's always around
When trouble is gone the pleasure
Is left I've always found
It's burglar-proof same as the treasure
Man lays up in heaven worth a
Price no one can measure
that says a lot
So joy spring this fountain of pleasure
That's deep inside you let me inform
You in all truth *(to Coda second time)
Ponce de Leon sought this
When he was searchin' for the fountain of youth

Ol' Ponce de Leon laughed so much he
Never did find the magic fountain
But many people with a well-adjusted
Spirit they could hear it when y'told
'em it was there tellin' them was
Like tellin' it on the mountain

It's quite a lift havin' the gift of
laughter I'm a man who knows in a
minute I can tell y'just exactly how the story goes
It involves a firm conviction in another
previous life givin' your mind a chance to fly
Fly aroun' the universe investigatin' other
galaxies n' certain other subtle
types o'life tryin' t'dig it gettin'
pretty well-acquainted with a lot of
other strife an' pretty much acquirin'
yourself plenty of education
pretty soon here comes earth birth
'n then y'ready t'put it all t'work
but soon as you're finished bein' born
you start forgettin' what you knew
'Cause you're another kinda you - a
reincarnation manifestation
of spirit in sensation

Y'really got that right
The average person isn't bright
not so bright that they recall the fatal fall
down here t' this earth
their minds disguise their death to spirit
life and call it birth
that's their reason for forgetting and they
find it very upsetting when reminded
tell 'em they've lived before
They'll show y' the nearest open door
Gotta have feelin' while dealin' with
walkers in their sleep
they can't imagine somethin' as deep

Here they come - here they come - there they are
Unimaginative and ignorant of falling from a star
Here they come - there they are - there they go
Life is over in a minute an' they never dug
it in it or enjoy a minute of it
'cause they put too much above it
that was gross
somethin' that was worth a couple bucks
at mos'

So there is the reason that the maker of man
included there in his plan
A certain fountain deep within'
where there was laughter, youth 'n gold
for human beings t'have 'n hold
'n share the memory of where we've all been

Brothers called Grimm knew chances were slim'
Anybody would dig that the human soul
was Snow White
and the Seven Dwarfs were seven tempers
in man
whose digging out the gold completes
the plan
An Bacon was hip that Shakespeare
couldn't read
and so he gave him all the rhymes
that have lasted through the years
and kept eternal truths alive through
several centuries
That's how we know them now
they lasted 'cause they're true

What was it from "MacBeth?"
"Life's but a walking shadow
a player poor
that struts and frets upon the stage
and's seen no more
A tale that truly has an idiotic ring
That's full of lotsa sound and fury
signifying nothing..."

That's right signifying nothing
I'll repeat it! Nothing
Don't forget it - Nothing
And that's the reason for that spring
of joy
That the Father put inside of every
single girl and boy

Show time! Everyone's on
let's hit the stage
It's show time everyone an' proceed
to act your age

Whatever you're frownin' at is funny
enough f'laughin'
so you're wastin' all your humor on a frown
While you're bringin' your spirit down

You gotta book yourself a comic in your act
without some laughter life's a maudlin
farce 'n that's a fact

Once you know about the spring you always can smile
It becomes your one expression
and you're always wearin' it like the
Buddhas do

(Repeat Intro to *)
(Coda)
Ponce de Leon sought this
When he was searchin'
for the fountain of youth
I say in truth he
sought a magical thing
For he was searchin'
for the joy spring

. . .


To you my very heart and soul
Everyday my very heart
Very heart and soul ----
I give to you
You never know of giving
Until you give yourself
I do - To you
To you the very life I live I give to you
Very life I live
My deep devotion
My every thought and feeling, too
I give, I do
All my love, all my life to you

I've never known a day of strife
Since you entered my life
My care and my sorrow had me everyway
Before we met, I was tryin'
But my livin' felt like dyin'
To you I give all of my heart and my very soul
The life I'm living
Yes, I'm giving everything to you
It's true, really true
You know that it's true
All my love, all my life I live
I want to give to you

. . .


Saints and sinners, come one, come all(Have a little revival)Losers, winners, answer my call"Cause right now the tent's up(Really it is)The word's out -(Truly, it is)An' has been since the dawn(Hear me tell ya)The call's out(Really it is)An' we're 'bout(Tendin' t'biz)To git this meetin' on - Hear me tellin' youBrothers n' sisters who want to repent(That's right!)You'll find what you've been lookin' for right here in the tent
Cheryl's solo:Lend an ear an' you'll see"Cause when it comes t' needin' savin' ain' nobodyknows it better than meI was so low that I know that only a miracle like this isthe only way t' heavenly bliss
It's really the truth, Lawdy, I know itI know it cause I been taken through itNow the spirits in me an' allowed the Lord t'win me, I can testify to it
Sweet, sweet the angel's songSweet the feelin' I been searchin' forfor ever so longI never again imagine livin' lifelike I was livin' when I lived wrong
Git ready(Sing)Here they come! the choir's all setBe steady(Pray)See the people fillin' them pewsBe willin'(All)To announce without a regretIt's thrillin'!(Day)Tell the world the wonderful news
Folks are troopin' in from far 'n nearf' news that they can hardly wait to hearThey're nearly starved 'cause they're waitin'for food for the soul, yeah
Starved 'cause they're waitin' for what will not grow old
Preacher's openin' up the bookHe's gonna pause awhile an' take a look'n then he'll start tellin' everyone'jes how t' do, yeah
Start tellin' everyone jus' what's true, yeah

Sister Emmy Lou done gone t' shoutin'an jumpin' 'cause she feels the spiritthe congregation's stompin' it's feetan' everybody's movin' outta their seatThey really gonna get this meetin' onAn' praise the Lord until the dawn
(Yeah) - Hear that preacher spread the word(Hear that Preacher)'cause its the greatest word you ever heardHe's our teacherWhen he says "I'm callin' sinners right now you hear?I'm callin' sinners right to me"When ol' Satan grabs your soulWhen he grabs youIt takes the Lord's true word to break his hold,Trouble nabs youSo I say, "You got to listen mostly to me.You got to listen closely."
Don't let the devil catch y' nappin'Gotta' keep the vigil every minuteor the devil surely git you
"Watch your step 'n how you actWatch what you doMister Scratch is here, an' that's a factHe wants you tooIf anyone can stop him, I canThat's why I'm the Preacher Man"
We hear the wordWe hear your voiceWe know there really isn't any other choice
Head f'heaven t'day(We're on the gospel train)We can show you the way(Relieve all strain)Leave your cares and your woes(Yes!)Heaven knows(Yes!)Y' dodge that devil in his fine fancy clothes(Yes!)Come git aboard(We still got space)Hear the word of the Lord(We saved your place)Save your soul while y'can(Yes!)Sinner man(Yes!)Git on as fast as you can
(Repeat)
You've heard the sermon sublimeDown South Camp Meetin' time!

. . .

Until I Meet You (Corner Pocket)

[No lyrics]

. . .


Let me in, I've got to be near you
Let the song begin
Just let me hear you
Oh pretty baby don't leave me all
alone on my knees

Oh please, you'll like me
I'll show you
What will be will be, just let me know you
One two now you and me could be so hot
We got a lot, tell me now why not?

Play me out, make me shout
Tell me what you really feel so I
can see what you're about
I'll do all I can just to chase away your doubts
I'm here let me wash away your fear
Hey dear, let me hear what you're
doing way over there

You see you'll like me I'll show you
What will be will be, just let me know you
One two now you and me could be so hot
We got a lot, tell me now why not?

Come on and jump the wire,
you give my soul desire
Send me baby
Be a little crazy! Like the first
time fall in love
We read it in the stars above

Repeat

. . .


Livin' in the middle 'n relaxin' while y' loosen only a little
Means y'gotta figure out a way y'oughtta' go
'N steady movin' on ahead're anywhere y'kharma led'n
With a fascinatin' desert f'y'bed

How very inviting!
Such a lush, poetic sight full o'lots o'lovely desert
And a rare, exotic mystery at night
How y'gonna beat it f'r a magic delight

Thrill to the chant of - the Muezzin
Callin' all t'pray aroun' the closin' o'the day
Becomes a regular occurrence
Git offa' the camel's back
Put you a tent up, lay you a mat down
Ready t'dream o'what'cha lack
Meanwhile, y'quietly sleepin' soun'ly

. . .


Capim do vale
Vara de goiabeira
Na beira do rio
Paro para me benzer
Mae d'agua sai um pouquinho
Desse seu leito-ninho
Que eu tenho um carinho
Par lhe fazer
Pinheiros do parana
Que bom te-los
Como areia no mar
Mangas do para
Pitombeiras da borborema
A ema gemeu


No tronco do jurema
Cacique perdeu
Mas lutou que eu vi
Jari nao e deus
Mas acham que sim
Que fim levou o amor
Plantel um pe de fulo
Deu capim

(Repeat)

. . .


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
Oh how could he know we two were so in love

The whole wide world was upside down
The streets of town were paved with stars
It was such a romantic affair
And as we kissed and said goodbye
A nightingale sang in Berkeley Square

A nightingale sang. A nightingale sang
The streets of town
Were paved with stars

It was such a romantic affair
And as we kissed and said goodbye
A nightingale sang in Berkeley Square
Oo-ooh
A nightingale sang in Berkeley Square

. . .

Birdland

[No lyrics]

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