Swing Medley (Part 2)
Performer(s): The Star Sisters
Pennsylvania six-five-thousand
Pennsylvania six-five-thousand
Pennsylvania six-five-oh-oh...
Oh, Joseph, Joseph, won't you make your mind up
It's time I knew just how I stand with you
My heart ????? ???? that I could stop and wonder
Each time we make up after being through
So, listen Joseph, Joseph time is fleeting
And here and there my hair is turning grey
My Mother has a fear, wedding bells we'll never hear
Joseph, Joseph, won't you name the day
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Tick-a-tick ?????????????????
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And he had to be leaving ??????????????????
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So he ???????????????????????
(Instrumental - "String Of Pearls")
Choo choo to Broadway from Cincinnati
Don't get icky with the one two three
Life is just so fine on the solid side of the line, rip
Hold tight, hold tight, hold tight, hold tight
Fododo-de-yacka saki
Want some sea food mama
Shrimps and rice they're very nice
Hold tight, hold tight, hold tight, hold tight
Fododo-de-yacka saki
Want some sea food mama
Shrimps and rice they're very nice
Roll out the barrel
We'll have a barrel of fun
Roll out the barrel
We've got the blues on the run
Zing boom tararrel
Ring out a song of good cheer
Now's the time to roll the barrel
For the gang's all here
Don't sit under the apple tree
With anyone else but me
Anyone else but me
Anyone else but me
No! No! No!
Don't sit under the apple tree
With anyone else but me
Till I come marching home
Don't start walking down lovers lane
With anyone else but me
Anyone else but me
Anyone else but me
No! No! No!
Don't start walking down lovers lane
With anyone else but me
Till I come marching home
I just got word from the guy who works
For a guy next door to me
The girl he met just loves to pet
And it fits you to a tee
So,
Don't sit under the apple tree
With anyone else but me
Till I come marching home
(Instrumental - "Moonlight Serenade")
Mama dear, come over here
And see who's looking in my window
It's the butcher boy and oh
He's got a bundle in his hand
Tell me why he winks his eye
Whenever he goes by my window
Daughter, daughter he's in love
And you're in love and love is grand
Aye, Marie! I gotta pork chop
Aye, Marie! I gotta lamb chop
So, 'ya wanta marry me?
The butcher boy, the butcher boy
She wants to marry the butcher boy
Aye, Oh! Ma-Ma
Oh, get that man for me
Oh! Ma-Ma
How happy I would be
Tra-la-la
And cheery-beery be
Oh, if I'm gonna marry
It's the butcher boy for me
Oh, if I'm gonna marry
It's the butcher boy for me
(Instrumental - "Tuxedo Junction")
Oh, lay that pistol down, babe
Lay that pistol down
Pistol packin' mama
Lay that pistol down
Oh, I see you every night, Bing
And I'm near you every day
I'll be your regular mama
And I'll put that gun away
Oh, lay that pistol down, babe
Lay that pistol down
Pistol packin' mama
Lay that pistol down
Strike up the music, the band has begun
The Pennsylvania Polka
Pick out your partner and join in the fun
The Pennsylvania Polka
It started in Scranton, it's now number one
It's bound to entertain ya
Everybody has a mania
To do the polka from Pennsylvania
Mother, may I go out dancing?
Yes, my darling daughter
Mother, may I try romancing
Yes, my darling daughter
What if there's a moon, Mother darling
And it's shining on the water
Mother, must I keep on dancing
Yes, my darling daughter
Happy days are here again
The skies above are clear again
Let's sing a song of cheer again
Happy days are here again
Your cares and troubles are gone
There'll be no more from now on
Happy days are here again
The skies above are clear again
Let's sing a song of cheer again
Happy days are here again
(Instrumental - "American Patrol")
Pardon me, boy
Is that the Chattanooga choo choo?
Out on track twenty-nine
And you can gimme a shine
I can afford
To board the Chattanooga choo choo
I-I-I've got my fare
And just a trifle to spare
You leave the Pennsylvania Station
'Bout a quarter to four
Read a magazine
And then you're in Baltimore
Dinner in the diner
Nothing could be finer
Than to have your ham
An' eggs in Carolina
When you hear the whistle blowin'
Eight to the bar
Then you know that Tennessee
Is not very far
Shovel all the coal in
Gotta keep it rollin'
Woo, woo, Chattanooga
There you are
She's gonna cry
Until I tell her that I'll never roam
So Chattanooga choo choo
Won't you choo-choo me home?
So Chattanooga choo choo
Won't you choo-choo me home?
(Instrumental - "In The Mood")
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