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Tytuł: Ye lunchtime follies

  • Wykonawca: Ray Charles
  • Wy¶wietleń: 362
[Galahad]
   Prithee, One, Two, Three, Four, Five,
   Six, Seven,
   Eight, Nine, Ten, Gadzooks, and
   Eleven.
   Prithee, Alpha, Beta, Gamma, Delta,
   Bend thy back, and pull in thy belta.
   And by gums, by gees, by gollys,
   Work ye out in ye Lunchtime Follies.
  
   [All]
   Instead of lunch-we get ye Lunchtime Follies.
  
   [Galahad]
   This is station B-O-S-S
   Teaching you to-
  
   [All]
   Yes! Yes! Yes!
  
   [Galahad]
   I give you lunchtime relaxation
   So you won't need a summer vacation.
  
   [All]
   Prithee, One, Two, Three, Four, Five,
   Six, Seven,
   Eight, Nine, Ten, Gadzooks, and Eleven.
  
   [Galahad]
   Today the boogie-woogie has become a bugaboo.
   We swing from swing to saccharine,
  
   From saccharine to goo-
   To the sentimental singer with a sentimental song.
   Our monarch is a crooner and our king can do no wrong.