Here he comes lookin' for his baby. It's for sure, sure and not for maybe. Don't ask when will the lucky day be. Here he comes and let him tell you himself:.
Let's go slumming, take me slumming. Let's go slumming on Park Avenue. Let us hide behind a pair of fancy glasses. And make faces when a member of the classes passes.
Where the dreamy volga flows. There's a lonely Russian rose. Gazing tenderly. Down upon her knee. Where a baby's brown eyes glisten. Listen. . Every night you'll hear her croon.
Sisters, sisters. There were never such devoted sisters,. Never had to have a chaperone, no sir,. I'm there to keep my eye on her. Caring, sharing. Every little thing that we are wearing.
Won't you play some simple melody. Like my mother sang to me. One with a good old-fashioned harmony. Play some simple melody. . Musical demon, set your honey a-dreamin',.
Have you seen the well to do. Up and down Park Avenue. On that famous thoroughfare. With their noses in the air. . High hats and narrow collars. White spats and lots of dollars.
A pale new moon, a sky of blue. And here am I but where are you?. A dream of love would soon come true. If I could reach the moon and you. The moon and you appear to be.
All the world's great lovers have been glorified. History placed them in a romantic set. In between book covers they are side by side. But the real thing hasn't been written yet.
Let's take an old fashioned walk, I'm just bursting with talk.. What a tale could be told if we went for an old fashioned walk.. Let's take a stroll through the park, down a lane where it's dark.
Maybe it's because I love you too much. Maybe that is why you love me so little. Maybe when I answered, yes. Maybe I became a bore. Maybe if I loved you less.
I wake up every morning with a smile on my face. Everything in it's place as it should be. I start out every morning just as free as the breeze. My cares upon the shelf.
Let's take an old fashioned walk, I'm just bursting with talk.. What a tale could be told if we went for an old fashioned walk.. Let's take a stroll through the park, down a lane where it's dark.
There may be trouble ahead. But while there's music and moonlight (moonlight and music) and love and romance. Let's face the music and dance. Before the fiddlers have fled.
It only happens when I dance with you. That trip to heaven till the dance is through. With no one else do the heavens seem quite so near. Why does it happen, dear, only with you?.
It's a lovely day tomorrow. Tomorrow is a lovely day. Come and feast your tear dimmed eyes. On tomorrow's clear blue skies. . If today your heart is weary.
The weather is frightening,. The thunder and lightning. Seem to be having their way,. But as far as I'm concerned,. It's a lovely day.. . The turn in the weather.
I've been a roaming Romeo. My Juliets have been many. But now my roaming days have gone. Too many irons in the fire. Is worse than not having any. I've had my share and from now on:.
The snow is snowing, the wind is blowing. But I can weather the storm. What do I care how much it may storm. I've got my love to keep me warm. . I can't remember a worse December.
Don't ask me just how it happened. I wish I knew. I can't believe that it's happened. And still it's true. . I got lost in his arms, and I had to stay.
As a child I went wild when a band played. How I ran to the man when his hand swayed. Clarinets were my pets and a slide trombone I thought was simply divine.