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Overture: Tea for Two
03:23
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Manhattan
02:41
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VERSE:
Summer journeys to Niagara
and to other places aggravate all our cares.
We'll save our fares.
I've a cozy little flat in what is known as "Old Manhattan"
We'll settle down, right here in town.
CHORUS (1st half):
We'll have Manhattan,
The Bronx and Staten Island too.
It's lovely going through the zoo.
It's very fancy on old Delancey street, you know
The subway charms us so when balmy breezes blow
to-and-fro.
ADDITIONAL VERSE (Hawkey/Gleizner):
Traveling the state by rail
to sing at every bar and jail;
You'll soon take a chance on a new song and dance.
Bathing in the lights of Broadway
has a funny, little odd way of making new
all that's in you.
CHORUS (2nd half):
And tell me what street
compares with Mott Street in July?
Sweet pushcarts gently gliding by.
The great big city's a wondrous toy
Made for a girl and boy.
We'll turn Manhattan into an aisle of joy!
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3. |
Ain't Misbehavin'
03:29
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No one to talk with, all by myself.
No one to walk with, but I'm happy on the shelf.
Ain't misbehavin'. I'm saving my love for you.
I know for certain the one I love.
I'm through with flirtin'. It's just you I'm thinkin' of.
Ain't misbehavin'. I'm saving my love for you.
Like Jack Horner in a corner;
Don't go nowhere. What do I care?
Oh, your kisses are worth waiting for.
Believe me!
I don't stay out late, don't care to go.
I'm home about 8; me and my radio.
Ain't misbehavin'. I'm saving my love for you!
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Without a song the day would never end.
Without a song the road would never bend.
When things go wrong, a man ain't got a friend;
Without a song.
That field of corn would never see a plow.
That field of corn would be deserted now.
A man is born, but he's no good nohow;
Without a song.
I've got my trouble and woe
and sure as I know the Jordan will roll.
But I'll get along as long as a song is strung in my soul.
I hear music when I look at you.
A beautiful theme of every dream I ever knew.
Down deep in my heart I hear it play.
I feel it start then melt away.
I hear music when I touch your hand.
A beautiful melody from some enchanted land.
Down deep in my heart I hear it say,
"Is this the day?"
I alone have heard that lovely strain.
I alone have heard that glad refrain.
Must it be forever inside of me?
Why can't I let it go?
Why can't I let you know?
Why can't I let you know the song my heart would sing?
A beautiful rhapsody of love and youth and spring!
The music is sweet, the words are true, the song is you!
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5. |
Rodgers & Hart Medley
03:16
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If they asked me I could write a book
About the way you walk and whisper and look.
I could write a preface on how we met
so the world would never forget.
And the simple secret of the plot
is just to tell them that I love you a lot!
And the world discovers as my book ends,
how to make two lovers of friends.
Blue moon, you saw me standing alone.
Without a dream in my heart, without a love of my own.
Blue moon. You knew just what I was there for.
You heard me saying a prayer for someone I really could care for.
And then suddenly appeared before me;
the only one my arms could ever hold.
I heard you whisper "Please adore me" and when I looked
that moon had turned to gold!
Blue moon. Now I'm no longer alone.
Without a dream in my heart, without a love of my own.
Thou swell, thou witty, thou sweet, thou grand.
Wouldst kiss me pretty, wouldst hold my hand.
Both thine eyes are cute too, what they do to me!
Hear me holler, I choose a sweet lollapalooza in thee.
I'd feel so rich if I only had to live in a hut for two.
We'll have two rooms and a kitchen, yes, I'm sure that would do!
Give me not a lot of, just a plot of land and
Thou swell, thou witty, thou grand!
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6. |
You're the Top
03:34
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You're the top.
You're the coliseum.
You're the top.
You're the louvre museum.
You're a melody from a symphony by Strauss.
You're Bendel bonnet, a Shakespeare sonnet, you're Mickey Mouse!
You're the Nile.
You're the Tower of Pisa.
You're the smile on the Mona Lisa.
I'm a worthless check, a total wreck, a flop!
But if baby, I'm the bottom, you're the top!
You're the bop.
You're like Sarah singing.
You're the bop.
You're like Yardbird swinging.
You're the Miner's Gong, you're the greatest song that Eckstine ever sung!
You're a Moscow Mule, you're oh so cool, you're Lester Young!
You're the high in a Downbeat tally.
You're all the guy who owns Tin Pan Alley!
You're Art Tatum's left-hand, the Goodman Swing Band, a Lena Horne who won't stop.
But if baby I'm the bottom, you're the bop!
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Blue skies smiling at me..
Nothing but blue skies do I see.
Bluebirds singing a song.
Nothing but bluebirds all day long.
Never saw the sun shining so bright.
Never saw things going so right.
Noticing the days hurrying by.
When you're in love, my how they fly.
Blue days all of them gone.
Nothing but blue skies from now on.
On a clear day, rise and look around you.
And you'll see who you are.
On a clear day, how it will astound you
when the glow of your being outshines every star.
You'll feel part of every mountain sea and shore.
You can hear from far and near a world you've never heard before.
And on that clear day, on that clear day,
You can see forever and ever and ever more.
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8. |
I Got Rhythm
02:50
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I got rhythm, I got music,
I got my man, who could ask for anything more?
I got daisies in green pastures.
I got my man, who could ask for anything more?
Old man trouble, I don't mind him.
You won't find him round my door.
I've got starlight, I've got sweet dreams,
I've got my man, who could ask for anything more?
Who could ask for anything more?
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Cabaret
02:42
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What good is sitting alone in your room?
Come hear the music play.
Life is a cabaret, old chum.
Come to the cabaret.
Put down your knitting, your book and your brook.
It's time for a holiday.
Life is a cabaret old chum, come to the cabaret!
Come taste the wine, come hear the band.
Come blow your horn, start celebrating.
Right this way your table's waiting.
No use permitting some prophet of doom
to wipe every smile away!
Life is a cabaret old chum.
Come to the cabaret!
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10. |
My Man
04:45
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Cost me a lot, but there's one thing that I've got; my man.
Cold and wet, tired you bet. But all that I soon forget with my man.
He's not much for looks and no hero out of books is my man.
Two or three girls has he that he likes as well as me, but I love him.
I don't know why I should. He isn't good.
He isn't true, he leaves me too.
What can I do?
Oh, my man I love him so. He'll never know.
All my life is just despair, but I don't care.
When he takes me in his arms, the world is bright, alright.
What's the difference if I say I'll go away. when I know I'll come back on my knees someday.
But whatever my man is, I am his forever more.
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Guys & Dolls
02:53
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12. |
If I Loved You
04:41
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If I loved you, time and again I would try to say
all I'd want you to know.
If I loved you, words wouldn't come in an easy way.
Round in circles I'd go.
Longing to tell you but afraid and shy.
I'd let my golden chances pass me by.
Soon you'd leave me. Off you would go in the mist of day.
Never, never to know how I loved you.
If I loved you.
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13. |
Music of the Night
06:50
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Nighttime sharpens, heightens each sensation.
Darkness stirs and wakes imagination.
Silently the sense abandon their defenses
Helpless to resist the notes I write.
For I compose the music of the...
Slowly, gently, night unfurls it's splendor.
Grasp it, sense it, tremulous and tender.
Open up your mind let your fantasies unwind
in the darkness which you know you cannot fight.
The darkness of the music of the night.
Close your eyes for your eyes will only tell the truth
and the truth isn't what you want to see.
In the dark, it is easy to pretend that the truth is what it ought to be.
Softly, deftly, music shall caress you.
Hear it, feel it secretly possess you.
Open up your mind let your fantasies unwind
in the darkness which you know you cannot fight.
The power of the music of
Give into that music of
The darkness of the music of the night.
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14. |
11 O'Clock Number
04:51
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I just can't seem to stay awake.
Of all the snoozers in the box seats - I take the cake.
Baby I try, I don't know why, I just can't help it.
I never know what happens in a show after the break.
Three cups of coffee does the trick.
I cozy up and take a sip to give me a kick.
I'm ridin' high ready to fly I just can't help it.
Until I crash I'm down within a flash, out like a brick.
It could have been the evening or the matinee.
The mask could wear a smile or a frown.
But as the curtain rose each time I sat and prayed,
that I would see that curtain come back down.
These seats are anything but cheap.
While they're all countin' on the hero, I'm countin' sheep.
Twist of the plot, I snore a lot, but I can't help it.
I fall asleep!
I've heard it said that showtunes come into our lives for a reason.
Bringing something we must learn.
I wish I knew if that were actually true.
Cause I can't remember anything from Act II...
Did Eliza meet the Queen? Did Cassie ever get seen?
Did Sweeney Todd take a head? Did Jean Valjean find his bread?
Did Mama Rose take her turn? Did Mary Poppins return?
Did Roxie Hart make a run? Did Annie get her gun?
Most importantly: did Alexander Hamilton ever get his shot?
I just can't seem to stay awake.
Why can't they end before my bedtime, for heaven's sake!
Hurry along, just cut a song, cause I can't help it.
I'll always go to every show I can, and try to keep a long attention span.
But at 11 on the dot, I don't stand a chance.
No I'm not bored. My love runs deep.
Yeah I'm just... being alive! Being alive! Being....asleep.
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Give my regards to Broadway.
Remember me to Herald Square.
Tell all the gang at 42nd street that I will soon be there.
Whisper of how I'm yearnin' to mingle with the old-time throng.
Give my regards to old Broadway and say that I'll be there 'ere long.
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