I wouldn't be so alone
If they knew my name in every home
Kevin Spacey would call on the phone
But I'd be too busy
Come back to the old five and dime
Cameron Diaz give me a sign
I make you smile all the time
And your conversation would complement mine
I will talk and Hollywood will listen
See them bow my every word
Mr. Spielberg look just what you're missing
Doesn't that seem a little absurd to bow at my every word
Buy up the rights to my book
And live on a ranch from what the box office took
I go on visit the set
They'll call me their savior
All the people wills come
Celebrity lives on the moon
But I'll be back home in June
To promote 'The sequel'
I will talk and Hollywood will listen
See them bow my every word
Mr. Spielberg look just what you're missing
Doesn't that seem a little absurd to bow at my every word
Robbie Williams - Swing When You're Winning Album Lyrics
Robbie Williams - Swing When You're Winning Lyrics
- I Will Talk and Hollywood Will Listen
- Mack The Knife
- Somethin' Stupid
- Do Nothin' Till You Hear from Me
- It Was A Very Good Year
- Straighten Up And Fly Right
- Well Did You Evah
- Mr. Bojangles
- One For My Baby
- Things
- Aint That A Kick In The Head
- They Cant Take That Away From Me
- Have You Met Miss Jones?
- Me And My Shadow
- Beyond The Sea
- Outtakes
Writer: GUY CHAMBERS, ROBERT PETER WILLIAMS
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Exploration Group LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Exploration Group LLC
Mack The Knife
Oh the shark has pretty teeth, dear
And he shows them pearly white
Just a jack knife has Mac Heath, dear
And he keeps it out of sight
When the shark bites with his teeth, dear
Scarlet billows start to spread
Fancy gloves though wears Mac Heath, dear
So there's not a trace of red
On the sidewalk, Sunday morning
Lies a body oozing life
Someone's sneaking round the corner
Is the someone Mack the knife?
From a tug boat by the river
A cement bag's dropping down
The cement's just for the weight, dear
Bet you Mack is back in town
Louie Miller disappeared, dear
After drawing out his cash
And Mac Heath spends like a sailor
Did our boy do something rash?
Sukey Tawdry, Jenny Diver
Polly Peachum, Lucy Brown
Oh the line forms on the right, dear
Now that Mack is back in town
And he shows them pearly white
Just a jack knife has Mac Heath, dear
And he keeps it out of sight
When the shark bites with his teeth, dear
Scarlet billows start to spread
Fancy gloves though wears Mac Heath, dear
So there's not a trace of red
On the sidewalk, Sunday morning
Lies a body oozing life
Someone's sneaking round the corner
Is the someone Mack the knife?
From a tug boat by the river
A cement bag's dropping down
The cement's just for the weight, dear
Bet you Mack is back in town
Louie Miller disappeared, dear
After drawing out his cash
And Mac Heath spends like a sailor
Did our boy do something rash?
Sukey Tawdry, Jenny Diver
Polly Peachum, Lucy Brown
Oh the line forms on the right, dear
Now that Mack is back in town
Writer: Kurt Weill, Bertolt Brecht, Marc Blitzstein
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Somethin' Stupid
[ Featuring Nicole Kidman ]
I know I stand in line
Until you think you have the time
To spend an evening with me
And if we go some place to dance
I know that there's a chance
You won't be leaving with me
Then afterwards we drop into a quiet little place
And have a drink or two
And then I go and spoil it all
By saying somethin' stupid like, "I love you"
I can see it in your eyes
You still despise the same old lies
You heard the night before
And though it's just a line to you
For me it's true
And never seemed so right before
I practice every day
To find some clever lines to say
To make the meaning come through
But then I think I'll wait
Until the evening gets late
And I'm alone with you
The time is right, your perfume fills my head
The stars get red, and, oh, the night's so blue
And then I go and spoil it all
By saying somethin' stupid like, "I love you"
The time is right, your perfume fills my head
The stars get red, and, oh, the night's so blue
And then I go and spoil it all
By saying somethin' stupid like, "I love you"
"I love you"
"I love you"
"I love you"
"I love you"
"I love you"
"I love you"
"I love you"
Writer: Carson Parks
Copyright: Lyrics © GREENWOOD MUSIC COMPANY
Copyright: Lyrics © GREENWOOD MUSIC COMPANY
Do Nothin' Till You Hear from Me
Do nothing till you hear from me
Pay no attention to what's said
Why people tear the seam of anyone's dream
Is over my head
Do nothing till you hear from me
At least consider our romance
If you should take the words of others you've heard
I haven't a chance
True, I've been seen with someone new
That doesn't mean I've been untrue?
While we're apart, all the words in my heart
Reveal how I feel about you
Some kiss may cloud my memory
And other arms may hold a thrill
But please do nothing till you hear it from me
And you never will
True, I've been seen with someone new
That don't mean I've been untrue?
While we're apart, the words in my heart
Reveal how I feel about you
Some kiss may cloud my memory
And other arms may hold a thrill
But please do nothing till you hear it from me
Please do nothing till you hear it from me
Please do nothing till you hear it from me
Baby you never will
That's the truth I'm a liar
And don't tell your mama
Pay no attention to what's said
Why people tear the seam of anyone's dream
Is over my head
Do nothing till you hear from me
At least consider our romance
If you should take the words of others you've heard
I haven't a chance
True, I've been seen with someone new
That doesn't mean I've been untrue?
While we're apart, all the words in my heart
Reveal how I feel about you
Some kiss may cloud my memory
And other arms may hold a thrill
But please do nothing till you hear it from me
And you never will
True, I've been seen with someone new
That don't mean I've been untrue?
While we're apart, the words in my heart
Reveal how I feel about you
Some kiss may cloud my memory
And other arms may hold a thrill
But please do nothing till you hear it from me
Please do nothing till you hear it from me
Please do nothing till you hear it from me
Baby you never will
That's the truth I'm a liar
And don't tell your mama
Writer: DUKE ELLINGTON, BOB RUSSELL
Copyright: Lyrics © Freibank Musikverlags und vermarktungs GmbH, MUSIC SALES CORPORATION, Kanjian Music, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Freibank Musikverlags und vermarktungs GmbH, MUSIC SALES CORPORATION, Kanjian Music, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
It Was A Very Good Year
When I was seventeen, it was a very good year.
It was a very good year for small town girls and soft summer nights.
We'd hide from the light on the village green when I was seventeen.
When I was twenty-one, it was a very good year.
It was a very good year for city
girls who lived up the stairs
With perfume hair that came undone
when I was twenty-one.
When I was thirty-five, it was a very good year.
It was a very good year for blue-blooded
girls of independent means.
We'd ride in limousines. Their chauffeurs
would drive when I was thirty-five.
But now the days are short, I'm in the
autumn of the year
and now I think of my life as vintage
wine from fine old kegs
From the brim to the dregs. It poured
sweet and clear. It was a very good year
It was a very good year for small town girls and soft summer nights.
We'd hide from the light on the village green when I was seventeen.
When I was twenty-one, it was a very good year.
It was a very good year for city
girls who lived up the stairs
With perfume hair that came undone
when I was twenty-one.
When I was thirty-five, it was a very good year.
It was a very good year for blue-blooded
girls of independent means.
We'd ride in limousines. Their chauffeurs
would drive when I was thirty-five.
But now the days are short, I'm in the
autumn of the year
and now I think of my life as vintage
wine from fine old kegs
From the brim to the dregs. It poured
sweet and clear. It was a very good year
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
Straighten Up And Fly Right
A buzzard took a monkey for a ride in the air,
The monkey thought that everything
was on the square.
The buzzard tried to throw the monkey
off his back,
The monkey grabbed his neck and said,
"Now listen, Jack..."
Straighten up and fly right,
Straighten up and fly right
Straighten up and fly right
Cool down, papa, don't you blow your top.
Ain't no use in divin',
What's the use in jivin'?
Straighten up and fly right
Cool down, papa, don't you blow your top.
The buzzard told the monkey,
You're chokin' me.
Release your hold and I'll set you free.
The monkey looked the buzzard right
dead in the eye and said,
Your story's so touching, but it sounds
jes' like a lie.
Straighten up and fly right
Straighten up and stay right
Straighten up and fly right
Cool down, papa, don't you blow your top.
Straighten up and fly right
Straighten up and stay right
Straighten up and fly right
Cool down, papa, don't you blow - your - top.
Fly right!
The monkey thought that everything
was on the square.
The buzzard tried to throw the monkey
off his back,
The monkey grabbed his neck and said,
"Now listen, Jack..."
Straighten up and fly right,
Straighten up and fly right
Straighten up and fly right
Cool down, papa, don't you blow your top.
Ain't no use in divin',
What's the use in jivin'?
Straighten up and fly right
Cool down, papa, don't you blow your top.
The buzzard told the monkey,
You're chokin' me.
Release your hold and I'll set you free.
The monkey looked the buzzard right
dead in the eye and said,
Your story's so touching, but it sounds
jes' like a lie.
Straighten up and fly right
Straighten up and stay right
Straighten up and fly right
Cool down, papa, don't you blow your top.
Straighten up and fly right
Straighten up and stay right
Straighten up and fly right
Cool down, papa, don't you blow - your - top.
Fly right!
Writer: Irving Mills, Nat King Cole
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Well Did You Evah
ROBBIE:
I have heard among this clan
You are called a forgotten man
JON:
Is that what they're sayin'?
Well, did you evah!
What a swell party this is!
ROBBIE:
And have you heard the story of
A boy, a girl, unrequited love?
JON:
Sounds like pure soap opera
ROBBIE:
I may cry
JON:
Tune in tomorrow
JON:
What a swell party this is
What frills, what frocks
ROBBIE:
What broads
JON:
What furs, what rocks
ROBBIE:
They're beautiful
JON:
Why, I've never seen such gaiety
ROBBIE:
Neither did I!
JON:
It's all just too, too exquis, really
ROBBIE:
This French champagne
JON:
Domestic
ROBBIE and JON:
So good for the brain
ROBBIE:
That's what I was gonna say!
JON:
You know you're a brilliant fellow?
ROBBIE:
Thank you
JON:
Drink up, chap.
Ah, please don't eat that glass, my friend.
Have you heard about dear Blanche?
Got run down by an avalanche.
ROBBIE:
No!
JON:
Don't worry.
She's a game girl, you know.
Got up and finished fourth.
ROBBIE:
This kid's got guts.
JON:
Havin' a nice time?
Grab a line
ROBBIE:
Have you heard that Mimsy Starr
JON:
Oh, what now?
ROBBIE:
She got pinched in the Astor bar
JON:
Sauced again, hey?
ROBBIE:
She was stoned!
JON:
Well, did you evah?
ROBBIE:
Never!
ROBBIE and JON:
What a swell party this is!
JON:
Hey, check out that dress?
ROBBIE:
Yeah, it's a lovely dress. You think I can talk her out of it?
ROBBIE:
It's great
JON:
Ah, it's great
ROBBIE:
It's grand
JON:
So grand
JON and ROBBIE:
It's wonderland!
JON:
We sing
ROBBIE:
We sing
JON:
So rare
ROBBIE
So rare
JON and ROBBIE:
Like old Camembert
Like baba au rhum
JON:
Ba, ba, ba bum!
ROBBIE:
Don't dig that kind of crooning, chum!
JON and ROBBIE:
Have you heard?
It's in the stars
Next July we collide with Mars
Well, did you evah?
What a swell party, a swell party, a swellegant, elegant party this is!
JON:
I drink to your health
ROBBIE:
Nah! Let's drink to your wealth
JON:
You're my bon ami
ROBBIE:
Hey, that's French!
JON:
Liberty
JON and ROBBIE:
Fraternity
Have you heard?
It's in the stars
Next July, we collide with Mars.
Well, did you evah?
What a swell party, swell party, swellegant, elegant party this is!
I have heard among this clan
You are called a forgotten man
JON:
Is that what they're sayin'?
Well, did you evah!
What a swell party this is!
ROBBIE:
And have you heard the story of
A boy, a girl, unrequited love?
JON:
Sounds like pure soap opera
ROBBIE:
I may cry
JON:
Tune in tomorrow
JON:
What a swell party this is
What frills, what frocks
ROBBIE:
What broads
JON:
What furs, what rocks
ROBBIE:
They're beautiful
JON:
Why, I've never seen such gaiety
ROBBIE:
Neither did I!
JON:
It's all just too, too exquis, really
ROBBIE:
This French champagne
JON:
Domestic
ROBBIE and JON:
So good for the brain
ROBBIE:
That's what I was gonna say!
JON:
You know you're a brilliant fellow?
ROBBIE:
Thank you
JON:
Drink up, chap.
Ah, please don't eat that glass, my friend.
Have you heard about dear Blanche?
Got run down by an avalanche.
ROBBIE:
No!
JON:
Don't worry.
She's a game girl, you know.
Got up and finished fourth.
ROBBIE:
This kid's got guts.
JON:
Havin' a nice time?
Grab a line
ROBBIE:
Have you heard that Mimsy Starr
JON:
Oh, what now?
ROBBIE:
She got pinched in the Astor bar
JON:
Sauced again, hey?
ROBBIE:
She was stoned!
JON:
Well, did you evah?
ROBBIE:
Never!
ROBBIE and JON:
What a swell party this is!
JON:
Hey, check out that dress?
ROBBIE:
Yeah, it's a lovely dress. You think I can talk her out of it?
ROBBIE:
It's great
JON:
Ah, it's great
ROBBIE:
It's grand
JON:
So grand
JON and ROBBIE:
It's wonderland!
JON:
We sing
ROBBIE:
We sing
JON:
So rare
ROBBIE
So rare
JON and ROBBIE:
Like old Camembert
Like baba au rhum
JON:
Ba, ba, ba bum!
ROBBIE:
Don't dig that kind of crooning, chum!
JON and ROBBIE:
Have you heard?
It's in the stars
Next July we collide with Mars
Well, did you evah?
What a swell party, a swell party, a swellegant, elegant party this is!
JON:
I drink to your health
ROBBIE:
Nah! Let's drink to your wealth
JON:
You're my bon ami
ROBBIE:
Hey, that's French!
JON:
Liberty
JON and ROBBIE:
Fraternity
Have you heard?
It's in the stars
Next July, we collide with Mars.
Well, did you evah?
What a swell party, swell party, swellegant, elegant party this is!
Writer: COLE PORTER
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Mr. Bojangles
I knew a man Bojangles and he'd dance for you
In worn out shoes
With silver hair, a ragged shirt, and baggy pants
The old soft shoe
He jumped so high, jumped so high
Then he lightly touched down
I met him in a cell in New Orleans I was down and out
He looked to me to be the eyes of age
as he spoke right out
He talked of life, talked of life, he laughed clicked his heels and stepped
He said his name "Bojangles" and he danced a lick across the cell
He grabbed his pants and spread his stance,
Oh he jumped so high and then he clicked his heels
He let go a laugh, let go a laugh
and shook back his clothes all around
Mr. Bojangles, Mr. Bojangles
Mr. Bojangles, dance
He danced for those at minstrel shows and county fairs throughout the south
He spoke through tears of 15 years how his dog and him traveled about
The dog up and died, he up and died
And after 20 years he still grieves
He said I dance now at every chance in honky tonks for drinks and tips
But most the time I spend behind these county bars 'cause I drinks a bit
He shook his head, and as he shook his head
I heard someone ask him please
Mr. Bojangles, Mr. Bojangles
Mr. Bojangles, dance.
In worn out shoes
With silver hair, a ragged shirt, and baggy pants
The old soft shoe
He jumped so high, jumped so high
Then he lightly touched down
I met him in a cell in New Orleans I was down and out
He looked to me to be the eyes of age
as he spoke right out
He talked of life, talked of life, he laughed clicked his heels and stepped
He said his name "Bojangles" and he danced a lick across the cell
He grabbed his pants and spread his stance,
Oh he jumped so high and then he clicked his heels
He let go a laugh, let go a laugh
and shook back his clothes all around
Mr. Bojangles, Mr. Bojangles
Mr. Bojangles, dance
He danced for those at minstrel shows and county fairs throughout the south
He spoke through tears of 15 years how his dog and him traveled about
The dog up and died, he up and died
And after 20 years he still grieves
He said I dance now at every chance in honky tonks for drinks and tips
But most the time I spend behind these county bars 'cause I drinks a bit
He shook his head, and as he shook his head
I heard someone ask him please
Mr. Bojangles, Mr. Bojangles
Mr. Bojangles, dance.
Writer: JERRY JEFF WALKER
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
One For My Baby
It's quarter to three, there's no one in the place
Except you and me
So set 'em' up Joe, I got a little story
I think you should know
We're drinking my friend, to the end
Of a brief episode
Make it one for my baby
And one more for the road
I know the routine, put another nickel
In the machine
I feel kind of bad, can't you make the music
Easy and sad
I could tell you a lot, but it's not
In a gentleman's code
Make it one for my baby
And one more for the road
You'd never know it, but buddy I'm a kind of poet
And I've got a lot of things I'd like to say
And if I'm gloomy, please listen to me
Till it's talked away
Well that's how it goes, and Joe I know your gettin'
Anxious to close
Thanks for the cheer
I hope you didn't mind
My bending your ear
But this torch that I found, It's gotta be drowned
Or it's gonna explode
Make it one for my baby
And one more for the road
Except you and me
So set 'em' up Joe, I got a little story
I think you should know
We're drinking my friend, to the end
Of a brief episode
Make it one for my baby
And one more for the road
I know the routine, put another nickel
In the machine
I feel kind of bad, can't you make the music
Easy and sad
I could tell you a lot, but it's not
In a gentleman's code
Make it one for my baby
And one more for the road
You'd never know it, but buddy I'm a kind of poet
And I've got a lot of things I'd like to say
And if I'm gloomy, please listen to me
Till it's talked away
Well that's how it goes, and Joe I know your gettin'
Anxious to close
Thanks for the cheer
I hope you didn't mind
My bending your ear
But this torch that I found, It's gotta be drowned
Or it's gonna explode
Make it one for my baby
And one more for the road
Writer: Harold Arlen, Johnny Mercer
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Things
Ev'ry night I sit here by my window (window)
Starin' at the lonely avenue (avenue)
Watching lovers holdin' hand 'n' laughin' (laughin')
And thinkin' 'bout the things we used to do
[CHORUS]
(Thinkin' of things) Like a walk in the park
(Things) Like a kiss in the dark
(Things) Like a sailboat ride
(Yeah-yeah) What about the night we cried?
Things like a lover's vow
Things that we don't do now
Thinkin' 'bout the things we used to do
Memories are all I have to cling to (cling to)
And heartaches are the friends I'm talkin' to (talkin' to)
When I'm not thinkin' of-a just how much I love you (love you)
Well, I'm-a thinkin' 'bout the things we used to do
[CHORUS]
I still can hear the jukebox softly playin' (playin')
And the face I see each day belongs to you (belongs to you)
Though there's not a single sound and there's nobody else around
Well, it's-a just me thinkin' of the things we used to do
[CHORUS]
And the heartaches are the friends I'm talkin' to
Ya got me thinkin' 'bout the things we used to do
[FADE]
Starin' at the lonely avenue
Starin' at the lonely avenue (avenue)
Watching lovers holdin' hand 'n' laughin' (laughin')
And thinkin' 'bout the things we used to do
[CHORUS]
(Thinkin' of things) Like a walk in the park
(Things) Like a kiss in the dark
(Things) Like a sailboat ride
(Yeah-yeah) What about the night we cried?
Things like a lover's vow
Things that we don't do now
Thinkin' 'bout the things we used to do
Memories are all I have to cling to (cling to)
And heartaches are the friends I'm talkin' to (talkin' to)
When I'm not thinkin' of-a just how much I love you (love you)
Well, I'm-a thinkin' 'bout the things we used to do
[CHORUS]
I still can hear the jukebox softly playin' (playin')
And the face I see each day belongs to you (belongs to you)
Though there's not a single sound and there's nobody else around
Well, it's-a just me thinkin' of the things we used to do
[CHORUS]
And the heartaches are the friends I'm talkin' to
Ya got me thinkin' 'bout the things we used to do
[FADE]
Starin' at the lonely avenue
Writer: CHRISTOPHER LOWE, NEIL TENNANT
Copyright: Lyrics © CARLIN AMERICA INC
Copyright: Lyrics © CARLIN AMERICA INC
Aint That A Kick In The Head
How lucky can one guy be?
I kissed her and she kissed me
Like the fella once said,
"Ain't that a kick in the head?"
The room was completely black,
I hugged her and she hugged back
Like the sailor said, quote,
"Ain't that a hole in the boat?"
My head keeps spinnin',
I go to sleep and keep grinnin'
If this is just the beginnin',
my life is gonna be bee-yoo-tee-ful
I've sunshine enough to spread,
it's just like the fella said
Tell me quick, ain't love a kick in the head?
Like the fella once said,
"Ain't that a kick in the head?"
Like the sailor said, quote,
"Ain't that a hole in the boat?"
My head keeps spinnin',
I go to sleep and keep grinnin'
If this is just the beginnin',
my life is gonna be bee-yoo-tee-ful
She's tellin' me we'll be wed,
she's picked out a king-size bed
I couldn't feel any better or I'd be sick
Tell me quick oh, ain't love a kick?
Tell me quick ain't love a kick in the head?
I kissed her and she kissed me
Like the fella once said,
"Ain't that a kick in the head?"
The room was completely black,
I hugged her and she hugged back
Like the sailor said, quote,
"Ain't that a hole in the boat?"
My head keeps spinnin',
I go to sleep and keep grinnin'
If this is just the beginnin',
my life is gonna be bee-yoo-tee-ful
I've sunshine enough to spread,
it's just like the fella said
Tell me quick, ain't love a kick in the head?
Like the fella once said,
"Ain't that a kick in the head?"
Like the sailor said, quote,
"Ain't that a hole in the boat?"
My head keeps spinnin',
I go to sleep and keep grinnin'
If this is just the beginnin',
my life is gonna be bee-yoo-tee-ful
She's tellin' me we'll be wed,
she's picked out a king-size bed
I couldn't feel any better or I'd be sick
Tell me quick oh, ain't love a kick?
Tell me quick ain't love a kick in the head?
Writer: J. VAN HEUSEN, S. CAHN
Copyright: Lyrics © BARTON MUSIC CORPORATION
Copyright: Lyrics © BARTON MUSIC CORPORATION
They Cant Take That Away From Me
There are many many crazy things
That will keep me loving you
And with your permission
May I list a few
The way you wear your hat
The way you sip your tea
The memory of all that
No they can't take that away from me
The way your smile just beams
The way you sing off key
The way you haunt my dreams
No they can't take that away from me
We may never never meet again, on that bumpy road to love
But I'll always, always keep the memory of
The way you hold your knife
The way we danced till three
The way you changed my life
No they can't take that away from me
That will keep me loving you
And with your permission
May I list a few
The way you wear your hat
The way you sip your tea
The memory of all that
No they can't take that away from me
The way your smile just beams
The way you sing off key
The way you haunt my dreams
No they can't take that away from me
We may never never meet again, on that bumpy road to love
But I'll always, always keep the memory of
The way you hold your knife
The way we danced till three
The way you changed my life
No they can't take that away from me
Writer: Ira Gershwin, George Gershwin
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc., RALEIGH MUSIC PUBLISHING, Downtown Music Publishing
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc., RALEIGH MUSIC PUBLISHING, Downtown Music Publishing
Have You Met Miss Jones?
Have you met Miss Jones
Someone said as we shook hands
She was just Miss Jones to me
Then I said Miss Jones
You're a girl who understands
I'm a man who must be free.
And all at once I lost my breath
And all at once was scared to death
And all at once I own the earth and sky
Now I met Miss Jones
And well keep on meeting till we die
Miss Jones and I
And all at once I lost my breath
And all at once was scared to death
And all at once I own the earth and sky
Now I met Miss Jones
And well keep on meeting till we die
Miss Jones and I
Miss Jones and I
Miss Jones and I
Someone said as we shook hands
She was just Miss Jones to me
Then I said Miss Jones
You're a girl who understands
I'm a man who must be free.
And all at once I lost my breath
And all at once was scared to death
And all at once I own the earth and sky
Now I met Miss Jones
And well keep on meeting till we die
Miss Jones and I
And all at once I lost my breath
And all at once was scared to death
And all at once I own the earth and sky
Now I met Miss Jones
And well keep on meeting till we die
Miss Jones and I
Miss Jones and I
Miss Jones and I
Writer: LORENZ HART, RICHARD RODGERS
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC
Me And My Shadow
[spoken]
[Robbie: (American accent)] Johnny and Robbie
[Jonathon:] What you talking like that for, you're from Stoke!
[Robbie:] I dunno but I can't stop here pally
Like the wallpaper sticks to the wall
Like the seashore clings to the sea
Like you'll never get rid of your shadow
You'll never get rid of me
Let all the others fight and fuss
Whatever happens, we've got us.
(Me and my shadow)
We're closer than pages that stick in a book
We're closer than ripples that flow in a brook
(Strolling down the avenue)
Wherever you find him, you'll find me, just look
Closer than a miser or the bloodhounds to Liza
Me and my shadow
We're closer than smog to all of L.A.
We're closer than Ricky to confessing he's gay??
Not a soul can bust this team in two
We stick together like glue
And when it's sleeping time
That's when we rise
We start to swing
Our clocks don't chime
What a surprise
They ring-a-ding-ding!
Happy New Year!
(Me and my shadow)
And now to repeat what I said at the start
They'll need a large crowbar to break us apart
We're alone but far from blue
Before we get finished, we'll make the town roar
We'll hit a few late spots, and then a few more
We'll wind up at Stringy's and maybe Groucho's
Life is gonna be we-wow-whee!
For my shadow and me!
[spoken]
[Jonathon:] Can we do that again
[Robbie:] No, I'm too tired
[Jonathon:] Please Rob
[Robbie:] No, I'm swung out
[Jonathon:] I'll give you some money
[Robbie:] I don't need money
[Jonathon:] What about a cup of tea
[Robbie:] Not thirsty
[Jonathon:] I'll won't tell anyone you're gay.
[Both Laugh]
Before we get finished, we'll make the town roar
We'll hit all the late spots, and then a few more
We'll wind up at Stringy's and maybe Groucho's
Life is gonna be we-wow-whee!
For my shadow and me!
[Robbie: (American accent)] Johnny and Robbie
[Jonathon:] What you talking like that for, you're from Stoke!
[Robbie:] I dunno but I can't stop here pally
Like the wallpaper sticks to the wall
Like the seashore clings to the sea
Like you'll never get rid of your shadow
You'll never get rid of me
Let all the others fight and fuss
Whatever happens, we've got us.
(Me and my shadow)
We're closer than pages that stick in a book
We're closer than ripples that flow in a brook
(Strolling down the avenue)
Wherever you find him, you'll find me, just look
Closer than a miser or the bloodhounds to Liza
Me and my shadow
We're closer than smog to all of L.A.
We're closer than Ricky to confessing he's gay??
Not a soul can bust this team in two
We stick together like glue
And when it's sleeping time
That's when we rise
We start to swing
Our clocks don't chime
What a surprise
They ring-a-ding-ding!
Happy New Year!
(Me and my shadow)
And now to repeat what I said at the start
They'll need a large crowbar to break us apart
We're alone but far from blue
Before we get finished, we'll make the town roar
We'll hit a few late spots, and then a few more
We'll wind up at Stringy's and maybe Groucho's
Life is gonna be we-wow-whee!
For my shadow and me!
[spoken]
[Jonathon:] Can we do that again
[Robbie:] No, I'm too tired
[Jonathon:] Please Rob
[Robbie:] No, I'm swung out
[Jonathon:] I'll give you some money
[Robbie:] I don't need money
[Jonathon:] What about a cup of tea
[Robbie:] Not thirsty
[Jonathon:] I'll won't tell anyone you're gay.
[Both Laugh]
Before we get finished, we'll make the town roar
We'll hit all the late spots, and then a few more
We'll wind up at Stringy's and maybe Groucho's
Life is gonna be we-wow-whee!
For my shadow and me!
Writer: Al Jolson, Billy Rose, Dave Dreyer
Copyright: Lyrics © BOURNE CO., Memory Lane Music Group (Foreign)
Copyright: Lyrics © BOURNE CO., Memory Lane Music Group (Foreign)
Beyond The Sea
Somewhere beyond the sea,
Somewhere waiting for me,
My lover stands on golden sands
And watches the ships that go sailing.
Somewhere beyond the sea
She's there watching for me.
If I could fly like birds on high
Then straight to her arms I'd go sailing
It's far beyond the star,
It's near beyond the moon.
I know beyond a doubt
My heart will lead me there soon
We'll meet beyond the shore
We'll kiss just as before
And happy we'll be beyond the sea
And never again I'll go sailing
I know beyond a doubt
My heart will lead me there soon
We'll meet, I know, we'll meet beyond the shore
We'll kiss just as before
And happy we will be beyond the sea
And never again I'll go sailing
No more sailing
So long, sailing, sailing, no more sailing
Good-bye, farewell my friend, no more sailing
So long sailing, no more sailing
No more, farewell...
No more sailing
Somewhere waiting for me,
My lover stands on golden sands
And watches the ships that go sailing.
Somewhere beyond the sea
She's there watching for me.
If I could fly like birds on high
Then straight to her arms I'd go sailing
It's far beyond the star,
It's near beyond the moon.
I know beyond a doubt
My heart will lead me there soon
We'll meet beyond the shore
We'll kiss just as before
And happy we'll be beyond the sea
And never again I'll go sailing
I know beyond a doubt
My heart will lead me there soon
We'll meet, I know, we'll meet beyond the shore
We'll kiss just as before
And happy we will be beyond the sea
And never again I'll go sailing
No more sailing
So long, sailing, sailing, no more sailing
Good-bye, farewell my friend, no more sailing
So long sailing, no more sailing
No more, farewell...
No more sailing
Writer: ALBERT LASRY, CHARLES TRENET, JACK LAWRENCE
Copyright: Lyrics © RAOUL BRETON EDITIONS
Copyright: Lyrics © RAOUL BRETON EDITIONS
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Swing When You're Winning is a swing cover album by English singer-songwriter Robbie Williams, and his fourth studio album overall. It was released in the United Kingdom on 19 November 2001 and peaked at number one on the UK Albums Chart.
The album's title is a play on Williams' previous album Sing When You're Winning. In 2013, Williams returned to swing for his tenth studio album Swings Both Ways. Unlike Swing When You're Winning, however, the sequel is nearly evenly divided between covers and original songs penned by Williams and Guy Chambers.
Performed By:
Robbie WilliamsThe album's title is a play on Williams' previous album Sing When You're Winning. In 2013, Williams returned to swing for his tenth studio album Swings Both Ways. Unlike Swing When You're Winning, however, the sequel is nearly evenly divided between covers and original songs penned by Williams and Guy Chambers.
Genre(s): Swing
Producer(s): Guy Chambers, Steve Power
Length: 53.00
Released: November 19th, 2001
Year: 2001