A Place For The Music To Come Out
Composer(s): Barry White
Performer(s): The Banana Splits



Well, the cheeks puff up, the air goes 'round
The valves flip-flop, but there ain't no sound
'Till the "paw-paw-paw" moves around
To the place for the music to come out!

Mmm, the tall thin ball, with the ax and pick
Knows darn well, when he plays that stick
No sound comes through, 'till he's wired to
A place for the music to come out!

You can move it, groove it, play it like it is!
You can blow your mind, you can wear it in town
But it don't mean a thing when there ain't no sound!

Take a saxophone, an 88
A set of skins, and you think they're great!
But they are not, unless they got
A place for the music to come out!

Gotta have a place for the music to come out, man!
(Place for the music to come out!)

You can move it, groove it, play it like it is!
You can blow your mind, you can wear it in town
But it don't mean a thing when there ain't no sound!

Take a saxophone, an 88
A set of skins, and you think they're great!
But they are not, unless they got
A place for the music to come out!
You gotta have a place, just a little bitty place
Yeah, you gotta have a place, maybe just a little space
A place for the music to come out!

Human Behaviour
Composer(s): Björk; Nellee Hooper
Performer(s): Björk; Michael Armstrong



If you ever get close to a human
And human behaviour
Be ready to get confused
There's definitely, definitely, definitely no logic
To human behaviour
But yet so, yet so irresistible
And there's no map
They're terribly moody
And human behaviour
Then all of a sudden turn happy
But, oh, to get involved in the exchange
Of human emotions is ever so, ever so satisfying
Oh oh, and there's no map
Human behaviour, human
Human, human behaviour, human
Human, human behaviour, human
Human behaviour, human
And there's no map
And a compass
Wouldn't help at all
Human behaviour, human, human
Human behaviour, human
Human behaviour, human
Human behaviour
There's definitely, definitely, definitely no logic
Human, human
Human behaviour
Human
There's definitely, definitely, definitely no logic
Human, human, human, human

A Pirate Looks At Forty
Composer(s): Jimmy Buffett
Performer(s): Jimmy Buffett
and multiple other artists



Mother, mother ocean, I have heard you call
Wanted to sail upon your waters since I was three feet tall
You've seen it all, you've seen it all

Watched the men who rode you switch from sails to steam
And in your belly you hold the treasures few have ever seen
Most of 'em dream, most of 'em dream

Yes I am a pirate, two hundred years too late
The cannons don't thunder, there's nothin' to plunder
I'm an over-forty victim of fate
Arriving too late, arriving too late

I've done a bit of smugglin', I've run my share of grass
I made enough money to buy Miami, but I pissed it away so fast
Never meant to last, never meant to last

And I have been drunk now for over two weeks
I passed out and I rallied and I sprung a few leaks
But I got stop wishin', got to go fishin'
Down to rock bottom again
Just a few friends, just a few friends

I go for younger women, lived with several awhile
Though I ran 'em away, they'd come back one day
Still could manage to smile
Just takes a while, just takes a while

Mother, mother ocean, after all the years I've found
My occupational hazard being my occupation's just not around
I feel like I've drowned, gonna head uptown

I feel like I've drowned, gonna head uptown

Human
Composer(s): McEntee; Peiken
Performer(s): The Pretenders



I play a good game, but not good as you
I can be a little cold, but you can be so cruel
I'm not made of brick, I'm not made of stone
But I had you fooled enough
to take me on
If love was a war, it's you who has won
While I was confessing it, you held your tongue

Now the damage is done...

Chorus:
Well there's blood in these veins
And I cry when in pain
I'm only human on the inside
And if looks can deceive
Make it hard to believe
I'm only human on the inside

I thought you'd come through
I thought you'd come clean
You were the best thing I should never have seen
But you go to extremes, you push me too far
Then you keep going 'til you break my heart
Yeah, you break my heart

See I bleed and I bruise, oh, but what's it to you
I'm only human on the inside
And if looks could deceive
Make it hard to believe
I'm only human on the inside

I crash and I burn, maybe some day you'll learn
I'm only human on the inside
I stumble and fall, baby, under it all
I'm only human on the inside

And the damage is done...

Chorus:
Well there's blood in these veins
And I cry when in pain
I'm only human on the inside
And if looks can deceive
Make it hard to believe
I'm only human on the inside

I crash and I burn, maybe some day you'll learn
I stumble and fall, baby, I do it all
I'm only human on the inside

A Pillow Of Winds
Composer(s): Roger Waters - David Gilmour
Performer(s): Pink Floyd



A cloud of eider down
Draws around me softening the sound
Sleepy time in my life
With my love by my side
And she’s breathing low
And the candle dies.

When night comes down you lock the door
The book falls to the floor
As darkness falls and waves roll by
The seasons change
The wind is raw.

Now wakes the hour that sleeps the swan
Behold a dream, the dream is gone
Green fields
A cold rain is falling
Near the golden dawn.

And deep beneath the ground
The early morning sounds and I go down
Sleepy time in our life
With my love by my side
And she’s breathing low

And I rise like a bird
In the haze and the first rays touch the sky
And the night winds die

Hula Love
Composer(s): Buddy Knox
Performer(s): Buddy Knox;
and various other artists



On the isle of Filalilla out Hawaii way
A hula maiden gay strolled by a monlit bay
There come a to court her over the water
from a savage Zingazulu land
A Bolo chieftain grand sang her this lay

And he sang
Hulu Hawaii hula
Smile on your zing gang a zula
Moon shine above 
on your sweet jungle love
For you my bolo is swinging
For you my love song I'm singing
Come be my Hula Hula love

But the chieftain from the peaceful Filalilla land
would not give him her hand 
Her lover took his stand
Through the rattle of the battle
as she heard his sweet voice calm and true
They fled in his canoe over water blue 

And he sang
Hulu Hawaii hula
Smile on your zing gang a zula
Moon shine above 
on your sweet jungle love
For you my bolo is swinging
For you my love song I'm singing
Come be my Hula Hula love

À Pied, À Cheval Et En Voiture
Composer(s): Bruno Coquatrix - Étienne Lorin - Serge Veber - Jean-Jacques Vital
Performer(s): André Bourvil



Depuis le plus tendre des âges
Par monts et par vaux, je voyage
De tout les moyens de transport
L'avion fait sans dout' le plus sport
Mais, malgré mon petit air bravache
Je préfère le plancher des vaches
Ça fait bien sûr moins gentleman
Moins up to dat', moins bus'nessman
Et si quelqu'un vient me suggérer
Une autre façon de voyager
Qu'à pied, à ch'val, à ch'val et en voiture
Je lui dit: "N'vous donnez pas la peine
Venez avec moi, je vous emmène
À pied, à ch'val, à ch'val et en voiture
Comme jo toquero Senorita
Jo to lo disos comm' je l'pensas
Si jo to lo quero, prends garde à toi

À pied, à ch'val, à ch'val et en voiture
Et je dis zut à ceux qui, ma foi
N'pensent pas comm' moi et je les envoie
À pied, à ch'val, à ch'val et en voiture
Cette phrase plutôt commune
Convient pourtant bien
À ma brune
Je lui fais des déclarations
En me servant d'cette expression
Et le soir, dans l'ombre propice
J'lui fais entrevoir des délices
Je l'attire comme un aimant
En lui disant tout simplement 
"Ma chérie, dans ces vertes allées
Bras d'sus, bras dessous, allons nous prom'ner
À pied, à ch'val, à ch'val et en voiture
Et je te jurerai mon amour de t'aimer jusqu'au lever du jour
À pied, à ch'val, à ch'val et en voiture
Yetes dans la peau Segnorita
Tu t'rends compt' como que jo alba
J'aim' ta bouch' tes yeux et caetera

À pied, à ch'val, à ch'val et en voiture
Tu verras qu'ils nous ressembleront
Tous les petits enfants que nous ferons
À pied, à ch'val, à ch'val et en voiture
Mais, je n'ai guèr' l'âme volage
Je s'rai un époux doux et sage
Nanti d'une petite famille 
Une vingtain' de garçons et filles
Tu verras la vie sera douce
Sans heurt, sans cahot, sans secousse
Pendant que les petits pouss'ront
Bien gentiment, nous vieillirons
Puis un jour nous gagnerons le ciel
Avec dans l'dos deux petites ailes
À pied, à ch'val, à ch'val et en voiture
Mais là haut, il faudra s'expliquer
Dire ce que nous avons fabriqué
À pied, à ch'val, à ch'val et en voiture
Jo to chanterai, Carmencita
Tout's les chansonna que tu voudras
Car mon corazon, pour toi seule, bat
A pied, à ch'val, à ch'val et en voiture
Et le paradis nous ouvrira
Les grandes portes que l'on franchira
À pied, à ch'val, à ch'val et en voiture 

Hula Lou
Composer(s): Jack Yellen; Milton Charles; Wayne King
Performer(s): Sophie Tucker;
and various other artists



You can talk all you want about women
Said a sailor known as Dan McCan
And if you really want to know about women
You've got to talk to a sailor man

Now I don't know how many woman the sailor met
And I hope there isn't that any he'll regret
For if he'd only met me I'd a given him some trimmin'
I'm one gal he'd never forget

Well who are you?

Who am I? 
I'm Hula Lou
I'm the gal that can't be true
I do my nestin' in the evenin' breeze
'Neath the trees
You oughta see me shake my BVDs
I never knew
A man who wouldn't hula dance or woo
And sail across the briny blue to who
The lady known as Hula Lou 
That's me

Now you ask any sailor and he'll tell you
That this lady is the greatest dancer he ever knew
There isn't a ship in the Navy
That I haven't got a friend in the crew
There's not a cruiser on the waves
Without someone who is my devoted slave
And I don't care how nasty I may be
I'm the one gal the sailors all crave

Ha Ha Ha Ha!

You don't believe me?

No!

Well you travel in and out
You travel in the south
You travel back and forth
You travel in the north
You see them shakin' east
You see them shakin' west
But boys I do my shakin' where the shakin's best
I gotta hula smile
Lots of hula hair
A little hula here
A little hula there
I've got the cutest eyes
Never mind what shade they are
But (lookin' at them the boys*) will never get very far
'Cause I'm Hula Lou
I'm the gal that can't be true
I do my nestin' in the evenin' breeze
'Neath the trees
I got more sweeties than a dog has fleas
I never knew
A man who wouldn't hula dance or woo
And sail across the briny blue to who
The lady known as Hula Lou 
From Honolou

A Piece Of The Action
Composer(s): Mike Japp - Sanford
Performer(s): The Babys; John Waite



I've got no money
Could you spare a dime?
I got the plan
If you got the time
If you take me there
You can claim your share
Of the action
Been on the road
for a long time now
Paid all my dues
Oh, I'm ready now
If you take me there
You can claim your share
Of the action
Oh, for a piece of the action
Oh, for a slice of the cake
Oh, for a piece of the action
Oh, for a slice of the cake
Sometimes I feel
As I'm going down
That nothing can stop me
From losing ground
If you take me there
You can claim your share
Of the action
Oh, for a piece of the action
Oh, for a slice of the cake
Oh, for a piece of the action
Oh, for a slice of the cake
For a slice of the cake
Oh, oh, oh...................... 

Hula Lou
Composer(s): Edward Grossmith; Ted D. Ward



I'm leaving town today I'm going far away 
To that land of "Heart's Desire" Fair Hawaii 
Do you wonder why I'm gay 
Where somebody waits for me
And where it's sunny as can be
I know I'll never leave again 
never grieve again there beside the sea

Just picture all those scenes those pretty tropic greens 
where most every one adores you nothing bores you 
Life is just a happy dream from the rising of the sun
Until the joyous day is done 
That's what the poets rave about 
Poets crave about 
Golden days each one

Hula Lou yes I'm coming right back to you
My Hula Lou with a heart that is fond and true 
Oh how I'm sighin' love for your undyin' love 
That sweet Hawaiian love has won my heart away
Soon I'll be where that ukelele melody keeps ringing plaintively 
On the shores of the Lanai 
And when the stars are bright out in the pale moonlight 
we'll do the Hula, Hula, Hula Lou

A Piece Of Sky
Composer(s): Marilyn Bergman - Alan Bergman - Michel Legrand
Performer(s): Barbra Streisand
and multiple other artists



Tell me where
Where is it written
What it is I'm meant to be?
That I can't dare...

It all began the day I found
That from my window
I could only see
A piece of sky
I stepped outside and looked around
I never dreamed it was so wide
Or even half as high

The time had come
(papa, can you hear me?)
To try my wings
(papa, are you near me?)
And even thought it seemed at any moment I could fall
I felt the most
(papa, can you see me?)
Amazing things
(can you understand me?)
The things you can't imagine
If you've never flown at all

Though it's safer to stay on the ground
Sometimes where danger lies
There the sweetest of pleasures are found
No matter where I go
There'll be mem'ries that tug at my sleeve
But there will also be
More to question yet more to believe

(oh tell me where
Where is the someone who will turn to look at me
And want to sahre
My ev'ry sweet-imagined possibility?)

The more I live - the more I learn
The more I learn - the more I realize
The less I know
Each step I take
(papa, I've a voice now!)
Each page I turn
(papa, I've a choice now!)
Each mile I travel only means
The more I have to go
What's wrong with wanting more?
If you can fly - then soar!
With all there is - why settle for
Just a piece of sky?

Papa, I can hear you...
Papa, I can see you...
Papa, I can feel you...
Papa, watch me fly!

Hula Hoop
Composer(s): Jean-Luc Renders; Bernard Loncheval; Peter Lacy
Performer(s): Plastic Bertrand



J'ai rencontré une fille
'Tait sexy la gamine
Elle est pas mal jolie
Me colle à la rétine
Un ptit regard de miel
Qu'elle me lance dans les prunelles
Qu'est-ce qu'elle est belle!

La souris m'a souri
Ah, mes amis, quel choc!
C'était sur la plage
Elle dansait le hula hoop
J'ai voulu l'embrasser
Je me suis cassé le nez
"Touche pas bébé!"

Refrain:
Yé yé, viens danser le hula hoop
Yé yé, on va danser le hula hoop
Yé yé, viens danser le hula hoop
Hula hula hula hula hula hula hula hula hoop!

Je m'la suis embarquée
Boire un milk-shake vanille
Mais qu'est-ce qui s'est passé?
Elle est repartie
Avec un malabar
Pas très mignon à voir
Quel désespoir!

C'était plutôt comique
Quand on s'est retrouvés
L'aut' jour à la piscine
Juste avant de plonger
Elle m'a pris par la main
Pas besoin d'un dessin
Elle m'a dit "Viens!"

Refrain x2

Un jour j'étais peinard
Branché sur l'transistor
J'entendis des pétards
Sous mon aéroport
Et j'la vois qui se pointe
Hula hoop à la main
J'lui ai dit "Viens!"

Refrain x4

A Picture Of You
Composer(s): John James Beveridge - Peter Andrew Oakman
Performer(s): Joe Brown



In the night there are sights to be seen
Stars like jewels on the crown of a queen
But the only sight I wanna view
Is that wonderful picture of you
On the streetcar or in the cafe
All of the evening and most of the day
My mind is in a maze, what can I do?
I'll still see that picture of you

It was last summer, I fell in love
My heart told me what to do
I saw you there on the crest of a hill
And I took a little picture of you
Then you were gone like a dream in the night
With you went my heart, my love and my light
I didn't know your name, what could I do?
I only had a picture of you

And you were gone like a dream in the night
With you went my heart, my love and my light
I didn't know you're name, what could I do
I only had a picture of you, oh yes
That wonderful picture of you
I'm in love with a picture of you, oh yes
A wonderful picture of you

Huis-, Tuin- En Keukenliedje
Composer(s): J. Senn; J. Blok
Performer(s): Wim Sonneveld



Vodden, wie heeft er nog vodden 
Ik geef de hoogste waarde voor uw vodden 
Geloof me, 't is nou het seizoen om al uw vodden weg te doen 
Wat hebt u aan die todden? 
Geef mij uw oude vodden 

Zorgen, wie heeft er nog zorgen 
Ik geef de hoogste waarde voor uw zorgen 
Ik geef een bronzen carillon, een zilv'ren maan, een gouden zon 
Een stille zomermorgen, die geef ik voor uw zorgen 

Tranen, wie heeft er nog tranen 
Ik geef de hoogste waarde voor uw tranen 
Ik ruil ze voor een klein gedicht, een glimlach of een lief gezicht 
De bomen en de lanen, die geef ik voor uw tranen 

Pijn, wie heeft er nog pijn 
Ik geef de hoogste waarde voor uw pijn 
'k Geef al het gras van Nederland, een plekje aan de waterkant 
Waar bloemen en waar vogels zijn, die geef ik voor uw pijn 

Verdriet, wie heeft er verdriet 
Ik geef de hoogste waarde voor verdriet 
Een hoog're waarde krijgt u niet 
Voor oud verdriet, voor groot verdriet geef ik een lied 
En voor een klein verdrietje 
Een huis-, tuin- en keukenverdrietje 
Geef ik 

refr.: 
Een huis-, tuin- en keukenliedje 
Met een huis-, tuin- en keukenrefrein 
Zo'n heel doodgewoon melodietje 
Zo'n liedje hoeft niet zo hoogdravend te zijn 
Een liedje voor alle mensen 
De dokter, de slager, papa en mama 
Een lied dat de diender op wacht kweelt 
Dat het orgel heel zacht op de gracht speelt 

Tra la la la, la la la la, la la la, la la la 
La la la 
La la la la, la la la la, la la la, la la la 
La la la 

refr. 

Tra la la la, la la la la, la la la, la la la 
La la la 
La la la la, la la la la, la la la, la la la 
La la la

A Picture Of Me Without You
Composer(s): Cole Porter
Performer(s): June Knight & Charles Walters
and multiple other artists



From being merely a necessary luxury
And someone sympathetic to have about
Why, now you're nearly a luxurious necessity
I couldn't imagine ever living without
I suppose I'd somehow struggle through
But I'd hate to picture myself without you

Picture Henry Ford without a car
Picture heaven's firmament without a star
Picture Fritzy Kreisler without a fiddle
Picture poor Philadelphia without a Biddle
Picture good cigars without Havana
Picture Huey Long without Louisiana
Mix 'em all together, and what have you got?
Just a picture of me without you

Picture H. G. Wells without a brain
Picture Av'rell Harriman without a train
Picture Tintern Abbey without a cloister
Picture Billy the Oysterman without an oyster
Picture Central Park without a sailor
Picture Mister Lord minus Mister Taylor
Mix 'em all together, and what have you got?
Just a picture of me without you

Picture Ogden Nash without a rhyme
Picture Mister Bulova without the time
Picture Staten Island without a ferry
Picture little George Washington without a cherry
Picture brother Cain without his Abel
Picture Clifton Webb minus Mother Mabel
Mix 'em all together, and what have you got?
Just a picture of me without you

Picture Paul Revere without a horse
Picture love in Hollywood without divorce
Picture Barbara Hutton without a nickel
Picture poor Mister Heinz, my dear, without a pickle
Picture City Hall without boondogglin'
Picture Sunday tea minus Father Coughlin
Mix 'em all together and what have you got?
Just a picture of me without you

Picture Lily Pons without a throat
Picture Harold Vanderbilt without a boat
Picture Billy Sunday without a sinner
Picture dear Missus Corrigan without a dinner
Picture Hamlet's ghost without a darkness
Picture Mother Yale minus Father Harkness
Mix 'em all together and what have you got?
Just a picture of me without you!

Huguette Waltz (aka The Vagabond King Waltz)
Composer(s): Rudolf Friml; Brian Hooker
Performer(s): Billy May;
and various other artists



Hearts may flower for an hour
Tho' they die in a day
Lips may kiss
Blind with bliss
Ere they learn to betray
Light Love, smiling, untrue
Bright Love, what would you do
If I give my Love to you before I wander away?

Never try to bind me
Never hope to know
Take me as you find me
Love and let me go
Tho' the loves we leave behind us
Change and fade away
Never mind, you may be mine to day

Never try to bind me
Never hope to know
Take me as you find me
Love and let me go
Tho' the loves we leave behind us
Change and fade away
Never mind, you may be mine to day

A Picture Of Me (Without You)
Composer(s): Norris Wilson - George Richey
Performer(s): George Jones
and multiple other artists



Imagine a world where no music was playing
And think of a church with nobody praying
Have you ever looked up at a sky with no blue?
Then you've seen a picture of me without you

Have you walked in a garden where nothing was growing
Or stood by a river where nothing was flowing
If you've seen a red rose unkissed by the dew
Then you've seen a picture of me without you

Can you picture Heaven with no angels singing
Or a quiet Sunday morning with no church bells ringing
If you've watched as the heart of a child breaks in two
Then you've seen a picture of me without you

Can you picture Heaven with no angels singing
Or a quiet Sunday morning with no church bells ringing
If you've watched as the heart of a child breaks in two
Then you've seen a picture of me without you
Then you've seen a picture of me without you

Hugo (The Human Cannonball)
Composer(s): C.W. Kalb Jr.; Carlene Kalb; Ray Stevens
Performer(s): Ray Stevens



Well, they came to town
With their elephants and clowns
On a hit sticky August day
And every telephone pole
Had a poster that told
Of the thrills that were coming our way

There were trapeze fliers
And men that ate fire
And things we never dreamed existed
And the radio and TV
Told us we'd be
Fools if we dared to miss it

Now all three rings
Held wondrous things
Marvels of every invention
But the big long shrouded
Shape in the corner
Increasingly drew our attention

There were bareback riders
Lions and tigers
And clowns in their itty bitty car
But every woman and man
And child in the stand
Had come to see the star

Then a hush fell on the crowd
As the men pulled the shroud
From the muzzle that was 30 feet long
And to screams and cheers
He finally appeared
And flamboyantly bowed to the throng

He wore red sequined tights
That sparkled in the lights
And boots that came to his knees
And a chromium football helmet
And a cape
That flapped in the breeze

And the dazzled crowd
Shouted out loud
You could hear them one and all
We want Hugo!
Hugo! Hugo!
The Human Cannonball

The aim was carefully calculated
The trajectory was precise
The charge was carefully measured
And poured into the loading device
The fuse was trimmed, the lights were dimmed
Hugo slid down the barrel and then
All was ready and Hugo's daddy
Counted down from

Ten!
And the drums rolled

Nine
And our blood ran cold

Eight!
The ambulance stood by

Seven!
Several woman cried

Six!
The spotlight hit the net

Five!
No one would ever forget

Four!
Eternity passed

Three!
Every heart beat fast

Two!
And Hugo's daddy said, "Are you ready Hugo?"

One!
And from the bowels of the gun, "I'm a-ready, Papa!"

Boom!

Well, fire and smoke belched
Out of the cannon
And the earth trembled for a while
And the big gun roared
And Hugo soared
Through the air like a projectile

Two hundred and fifty
Feet he flew
Like an Air Force fighter jet
But at the apex
Of his trajectory
He knew he's gonna miss the net

Oh! Arms flailing
He kept on sailing
A terrified screaming creature
And the crowd scattered
As Hugo splattered
All over the upper bleacher

In the aftermath
Of this tragic event
Disbelief filled every face
There was Hugo
And there was Hugo
There was Hugo all over the place!

Well, the dust has
Finally settled and
The smoke has finally cleared
Hugo's name
And Hugo's fame
Will always be revered

But no one
Ever took his place
No matter who they were
Because they never found
Another man
Of Hugo's caliber

The Circus' main attraction
The greatest star of all
Was Hugo!
Hugo!
The Human Cannonball!

Pictures From Life's Other Side ((aka A Picture From Life's Other Side (by Bill Anderson) - 1969))
Composer(s): Hank Williams
First recording/First release by: Hank Williams - 1951



In the world's mighty gallery of pictures
Hang the scenes that are painted from life 
There's pictures of love and of passion
Then there's pictures of peace and of strife
There hang pictures of youth and of beauty
Of old age and the blushing young bride
They all hang on the wall - but the saddest of all
Are the pictures from life's other side

Just a picture from life's other side
Someone has fell by the way 
A life has gone out with the tide
That might have been happy someday
There's a poor old mother at home
She's watching and waiting alone
Just longing to hear - from a loved one so dear
It's just a picture from life's other side

The first scene is that of a gambler
Who had lost all his money at play
An' he draws his dead mother's ring from his finger
That she wore long ago on her wedding day
It's his last earthly treasure, but he stakes it
Then he bows his head that his shame he may hide
But, when they lifted his head - they found he was dead
That's just a picture from life's other side

Now the last scene is that by the river
Of a heart-broken mother and babe
As the harbor lights shine and they shiver
On an outcast whom no one will save
And yet, she was once a true woman
She was somebody's darlin' and pride
God help her, she leaps - for there's no one to weep
It's just a picture from life's other side

Huggin' And Chalkin'
Composer(s): Clarence Leonard Hayes; Kermit Goell
Performer(s): Hoagy Carmichael; 
and various other artists



I got a gal that's mighty sweet
With big blue eyes and tiny feet
Her name is Rosabelle Malone
And she tips the scale at twenty stone

Oh, gee, but ain't it grand to have a girl so big and fat
That when you go to hug her, you don't know where you're at
You have to take a piece of chalk in your hand
And hug a ways and chalk a mark to see where you began

One day I was a-huggin' and a-chalkin' and a-chalkin' and a-huggin' away
When I met another fella with some chalk in his hand
Comin' around the other way over the mountain
Comin' around the other way

Her: 
Oh Gee, it aint so grand to be a girl so big and fat
That when you go to hug me you don’t know where you’re at

Him: 
I have to take a piece of chalk in my hand
And hug away and chalk a mark to see where I began

Him: 
Now where is that chalk? 
Ah, here it is
I’ll put one cross here, and another one here

Her: 
Darling

Him: 
Ah, but seriously you know that I’m crazy about you
and I mean all of you, every little bit

Both: 
We both feel we’re meant for each other

Him: 
Yet when we walk through the street people think 
that I’m out with my mother

One day I was a-huggin' and a-chalkin' and a-beggin' her to be my bride
When I met another fella with some chalk in his hand
Comin' around the other side 
It was Lou Praeger
Comin' around the other side