And I know Martin Egan is gonna be proud of me.
Many before me been called by the sea
to be up in the crows nest singin’ my saying:
Shiver me timbers. Sailing away.

And the fog’s liftin, the sand’s shifting, I’m drifting on out.
Old Captain Ahab’s got nothin’ on me.
Swallow me, don’t follow me. I travel alone.
The water’s my daughter. I shall skip like a stone.

And the fog’s lifting, the sand’s shifting, I’m drifting on out.
Old Captain Ahab longs to hear me shout.
Swallow me, don’t follow me. I travel alone.
The water, she’s my daughter. I’ll skip like a stone.

Won’t you please call my old man. Tell him not to cry.
My goodbyes are written by the moon in the sky.
Say, nobody knows me. Can’t further my stay.
Shiver me timbers. I’m sailing away.

la, la, la, la, la, la.
la, la, la, la.
la, la, la, la, la, la, la,
la, la-a, la.

la, la, la, la, la, la.
la, la, la, la.
la, la, la, la, la, la, la,
la, la-a, 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 . . .

Samedi et vendredi et lundi et dimanche.
Anouilh, Belmondo, Fernandel et Bardot,
Montalban, Ricardo, la la la.

Sandra Dee, Dame May Whitty sont ici egalement.
Henry et Nancy et Vaslav Ninjinsky et
Lucy et Desi et la la la.

J’aime tous les gens dont je parle, vous savez.
Parce qu’ils viennet me voir quand je dors.
Je chante de petites chansons pour eux, tu sais,Je danse plaisante, veux etre morte.

Pacino et Tricia et Spiro
Jackson Cinq et Simone Signoret
Zizi Jeanmarie, Mamie Eisenhower, Ursula Andress,
Carmen McRae, Farouk, Aimee Anouk.

Samedi et vendredi et lundi et dimanche.
Larry, Curly, et Moe.
Dylan et DeNiro.
Debonair Marcello, la la la.

Ils sont ici dans mes cauchemars.
Et savez-vous pourquoi?
Parce que je mange.
Je mange de saucisson.
Je mange do saucisson, la la la.

Bienvenus a mes cauchemars.
Bienvenus a mes cauchemars.
Bienvenus a mes cauchemars.
Bienvenus a mes cauchemars.
Bienvenus a mes cauchemars.
Bienvenus a mes cauchemars.
Bienvenus a mes cauchemars.
Bienvenus a mes cauchemars .

They made him blow a bugle for his Uncle Sam.
It really brought him down because he could not jam.
The captain seemed to understand,
because the next day the cap’ went out and drafted the band.
And now the company jumps when he plays reveille.
He’s the boogie woogie bugle boy of company B.

A root, a toot, a toodlie-a-da-toot.
He blows it eight to the bar in boogie rhythm.
He can’t blow a note unless a bass and guitar
is playin’ with him.
And the company jumps when he plays reveille.
He’s the boogie woogie bugle boy of company B.

He was some boogie woogie bugle boy of company B.
And when he played his boogie woogie bugle
he was busy as a busy bee.
And when he played he made the company jump eight to the bar.
He’s the boogie woogie bugle boy of company B.

Andata toodliata-toodliata toot toot
he blows it eight to the bar.
He can’t blow a note if a bass and guitar
isn’t with him.
And the company jumps when he plays reveille.
He’s the boogie woogie bugle boy of company B.

He puts the boys to sleep with boogie every night,
and wakes ‘em up the same way in the early bright.
They clap their hands and stamp their feet,
’cause they know how it goes when someone gives him a beat.
Woah, woah, he wakes ‘em up when he plays reveille.
The boogie woogie bugle boy of company B.

A root, a toot, a toodli-a-da to toot toot toot
he’s blowin’ eight to the bar.
Yeah, he can’t blow a note if a bass and guitar
isn’t, woah, with him.
And the company jumps when he plays reveille.
He’s the boogie woogie bugle boy of company B

She told me that only in Miami
is Cuba so far away.
Only in Miami.
My story, she goes this way.
Fish may fly through the purple keys,
golden birds take to air.
I am bound to the earth, it seems.
My life can be so unfair.
Only in Miami
is Cuba so far away.
Only in Miami
is Cuba so far away.

Standing on the shoreline waiting,
everyone anticipating.
I can hear the broken hearted say:
Only in Miami
is Cuba so far away.

And she cries for her child without a mother.
And she cries for her son without a father.
And she cries for herself without a lover.
Can’t face another day.
Chase the blues away.
I thought I heard her mumble as she
turned away:

Only in Miami
is Cuba so far away.
Only in Miami
is Cuba so far away.

Standing on the shoreline waiting,
everyone anticipating.
I can hear the broken hearted say:
Only in Miami
is Cuba so far away.
Only in Miami
is Cuba so far away.
Only in Miami
is Cuba so,
Only in Miami
is Cuba so,
Only in Miami
Ba Cuba so,
Standing on the shoreline waiting,
everyone anticipating.
I can hear the broken hearted say:
Only in Miami
is Cuba so far away.
Standing on the shoreline waiting,
everyone anticipating.
I can hear the broken hearted say:
Only in Miami
is Cuba so far away.
Standing on the shoreline waiting,
everyone anticipating.
I can hear the broken hearted say:
Only in Miami
is Cuba so far away.
Standing on the shoreline waiting,
everyone anticipating.
I can hear the broken hearted say:
Only in Miami
is Cuba so far away .

Standing at the end of the road, boys,
waitin’ for my new friends to come.
I don’t care if I’m hungry or cold, freezing.
I got to get me some.

‘Cause you got to have friends.
Ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba.
Friends.
“Oh, that’s the favorite part of my voice, you know.
I really like to get up. Hm.”
Oh, friends.
“Thank you.”
Oh, friends, friends, friends, friends.
I had some firends, oh, but they’re all gone, gone.
Somethin’ took ‘em away,
and from the dusk ’til the dawn
here is where I’m gonna stay, you know, oh.

Standing at the end of a real long road, Jack,
and I’m waitin’ for my new friends to come,
and I don’t care if I’m jungry or freezing, freezing cold.
You gotta, you gotta get me some.

‘Cause you gotta have,
“you gotta have friends. I’m telling you. I am speaking ’cause I know. It’s going too fast. We’re all going too fast! I’m trying to tell you to slow down! They’re hard to come by! Those friends are hard to come by! I didn’t have many friends, you know. But, things are getting better now. And I think it’s gonna be okay, ’cause I have a couple now.”

Friends,
you gotta, you gotta, you gotta have friends, friends.
You gotta, you gotta, you gotta have friends, friends.
Oh, friends .

Bette: “Well, you know, when they asked me to come on and . . . I can’t believe it! The last, the last guest. The last fool Mr. Carson will have to suffer gladly. You are the wind beneath my wings. Oh, well he is.”

Quarter to three. There’s no one in the place
except you and me.
So set ‘em up, Joe. Got a little story
I think you should know.

We’re drinkin’, my friend, to the end
of a sweet episode.
Make it one for my baby
and one more for the road.

Got the routine. So drop another nickel
in the machine.
Oh, gee, I’m feelin’ so bad. Wish you’d make the music
so dreamy and sad.

You could tell me a lot. But it’s not
in a gentleman’s code.
Let’s make it one for my baby
and one more for the road.

You may not know it,
but buddy you’re a kind of poet.
And you’ve had a lot of things to say.
And when I’m gloomy
you always listen to me,
until it’s talked away.

Well, that’s how it goes.
And John I know you’re getting
anxious to close.
So, thanks for the cheer.
I hope you didn’t mind me
bending your ear.

For all of the years,
for the laughs, for the tears,
for the class that you showed,
make it one for my baby
and one more for the road.
That long long road.

Johhny: “Thank you, Bette. Ah

All these places have their moments
with lovers and friends I still can’t recall.
Some are dead and some are living.
In my life I love them all.

But of all these friends and lovers,
there is no one compares with you.
And these memories lose their meaning
when I think of love as something new.

Though I know I’ll never ever lose affection
for people and things that went before,
I know I’ll often stop and think about them.
In my life I love you more.

Though I know I’ll never ever lose affection
for people and things that went before,
I know I’ll often stop and think of them.
But in my life I loved you more.
I love you more.
I love you more