- A -
Songwriters: Jerome Kern & Dorothy Fields
A fine romance, my friend, this is.
But you’re as cold as yesterday’s mashed potatoes
A fine romance, you won’t wrestle
I haven’t got a chance. This is a fine romance.
A fine romance, my friend this is.
But we just fizz like parts of seidlitz powder.
A fine romance, with no pinches.
You take romance, I’ll take jello.
At least they flap their fins to express emotion.
With no insults and all morals,
I’ve never mussed the crease in your blue serge pants
I never get the chance. This is a fine romance.
Two old fogies who need crutches.
True love should have the thrills that a healthy crime has.
Oh we don’t have the thrills that the march of time has.
My strong aged in the wood, woman
You never give the orchids I sent a glance
No. you like cactus plants. This is a fine romance!
Two old fogies who need crutches.
True love should have the thrills That a healthy crime has.
You know we don’t have half the thrills that the march of time has.
Fine romance, my very good woman
My strong aged in the wood woman
You never give the orchids I sent a glance
No I prefer cactus plants. This is a fine romance.
Songwriters: Alan Jay Lerner & Frederick Loewe
What a rare mood I’m in
Why, it’s almost like being in love.
For the whole human race
Why, it’s almost like being in love.
Like a bell that is ringing for me
And from the way that I feel
When that bell starts to peal
I would swear I was falling,
I would swear I was falling,
It’s almost like being in love.
Like a bell that is ringing for me
And from the way that I feel
When that bell starts to peal
I would swear I was falling
Swear I was falling
Why, it’s almost like being in love.
- B -
Songwriters: Ray Henderson & Mort Dixon
Pack up all my care and woe, here I go, singing low,
Bye-bye Blackbird.
Where somebody waits for me, sugar’s sweet, so is she,
Bye-bye Blackbird.
No one here can love and understand me.
Oh what hard-luck stories they all hand me.
Make my bed and light the lights
I’ll arrive late tonight,
Blackbird, Bye-bye.
- C -
Songwriters Irving Berlin
Heaven, I’m in Heaven,
And my heart beats so that I can hardly speak;
And I seem to find the happiness I seek
When we’re out together dancing, cheek to cheek.
Heaven, I’m in Heaven,
And the cares that hung around me through the week Seem to vanish like a gambler’s lucky streak
When we’re out together dancing, cheek to cheek.
Oh! I love to climb a mountain
And to reach the highest peak,
But it doesn’t thrill me half as much
As dancing cheek to cheek.
Oh! I love to go out fishing
In a river or a creek,
But I don’t enjoy it half as much
As dancing cheek to cheek.
Dance with me
I want my arm about you;
The charm about you
Will carry me through to
Heaven, I’m in Heaven,
and my heart beats so that I can hardly speak;
And I seem to find the happiness I seek
When we’re out together dancing cheek to cheek.
- G -
Songwriter: Meredith Wilson
Goodnight, my love,
Sleep tight, my someone,
Sleep tight, my love,
Our star is shining its brightest light
For goodnight, my love, for goodnight.
If dreams there be
Sweet dreams to carry you close to me.
I wish they may and I wish they might
Now goodnight, my someone, goodnight.
When lovers are parted they say
But I must depend on a wish and a star
As long as my heart doesn’t know who you are.
If dreams there be
Sweet dreams to carry you close to me.
I wish they may and I wish they might
Now goodnight, my someone, goodnight.
- H -
Songwriters: Richard Rodgers & Oscar Hammerstein II
I think about a night
When the earth smelled of summer
And the sky was streaked with white
And the soft mist of England
Was sleeping on a hill
I remember this
And I always will.
On the same silent hill
Looking on the same blue sea
And I know Tom and I
Are a part of them all
And they’re all a part of Tom and me.
Whoever you are
I hope your troubles are few
All my good wishes go with you tonight
I’ve been in love like you.
Be brave, young lovers
And follow your star
Be brave and faithful and true
Cling very close to each other tonight
I’ve been in love like you.
I know how it feels
To have wings on your heels
And to fly down a street in a trance
You fly down a street
On the chance that you’ll meet
And you meet, not really by chance.
Don’t cry, young lovers
Whatever you do
Don’t cry because I’m alone
All of my memories are happy tonight
I’ve had a love of my own
I’ve had a love of my own, like yours
I’ve had a love of my own.
- I -
Songwriter: Lionel Bart
Songwriters: Alan Jay Lerner & Frederick Loewe
It wouldn’t be in summer
Seeing you in summer
I never would go.
Your hair streaked with sunlight
Your lips red as flame
Your face with a lustre
That puts gold to shame!
It couldn’t be in autumn
How I’d leave in autumn
I never will know.
I’ve seen how you sparkle
When fall nips the air
I know you in autumn
And I must be there.
Running merrily through the snow?
Or on a wintry evening
When you catch the fire’s glow?
How could it be in springtime?
Knowing how in spring I’m bewitched by you so?
Summer, winter or fall!
No, never could I leave you at all!
Songwriters: Richard Rodgers & Oscar Hammerstein II
If I loved you,
Time and again I would try to say
All I’d want you to know.
If I loved you,
Words wouldn’t come in an easy way
Round in circles I’d go!
Longin’ to tell you,
But afraid and shy,
I’d let my golden chances pass me by!
Soon you’d leave me,
Off you would go in the mist of day,
Never, never to know how I loved you
If I loved you.
Songwriters: Richard Rodgers & Oscar Hammerstein II
I’m gonna wash that man right outa my hair,
I’m gonna wash that man right outa my hair,
I’m gonna wash that man right outa my hair,
And send him on his way.
I’m gonna wave that man right outa my arms,
I’m gonna wave that man right outa my arms,
I’m gonna wave that man right outa my arms,
And send him on his way.
Don’t try to patch it up (Tear it up, tear it up!)
Wash him out, dry him out (Push him out, fly him out)
Cancel him and let him go! (Yea, sister!)
I’m gonna wash that man right outa my hair,
I’m gonna wash that man right outa my hair,
I’m gonna wash that man right outa my hair,
And send him on his way.
If a man don’t understand you,
If you fly on separate beams,
Waste no time, make a change,
Ride that man right off your range.
Rub him out of the roll call
And drum him out of your dreams.
Oho!
If you laugh at different comics,
If you root for different teams,
Waste no time, weep no more,
Show him what the door is for.
Rub him out of the roll call
And drum him out of your dreams.
I went and washed that man right outa my hair,
I went and washed that man right outa my hair,
I went and washed that man right outa my hair,
And sent him on his way.
- L -
Songwriters: George & Ira Gershwin
Our romance is growing flat,
For you like this and the other
While I go for this and that.
Goodness knows what the end will be
Oh, I don’t know where I’m at,
It’s plain to see we two will never be one.
Something must be done.
You say neether and I say neyther.
Eether, eyether, neether, neyther —
Let’s call the whole thing off.
You like tomato and I like tomhato,
Potato, potahto, tomato, tomahto —
And oh, if we ever part then that might break my heart,
I’ll wear pajamas and give up pajahmahs,
For we know, we need each other so we
Oh, let’s call the whole thing off.
You say after and I say ahfter,
Laughter, lahfter, after, ahfter —
Let’s call the whole thing off.
And oh, if we ever part then that might break my heart.
I’ll order oysters and cancel the ersters
For we know, we need each other so we
Let’s call the whole thing off.
Songwriter: Frank Loesser
Intro:
Luck be a lady tonight
Luck if you’ve been a lady to begin with
Luck be a lady tonight.
How nice a dame you can be
I know the way you’ve treated other guys you’ve been with
Luck be a lady with me.
It isn’t fair, it isn’t nice.
A lady doesn’t wander all over the room
And blow on some other guy’s dice.
Never get out of my sight.
Stick with me, baby, I’m the fella you came in with,
Luck be a lady
Just how nice a dame you can be
I know the way you’ve treated other guys you’ve been with
Luck be a lady with me.
She’d have a heart, she’d have a soul.
- O -
Songwriters: Richard Rodgers & Oscar Hammerstein II
There’s a bright golden haze on the meadow,
The corn is as high as an elephants eye,
An’ it looks like it’s climbing clear up in the sky.
Oh, what a beautiful day.
I got a beautiful feelin’
Ev’erything’s goin’ my way.
All the cattle are standin’ like statues,
They don’t turn their heads as they see me ride by,
But a little brown mav’rick is winkin’ her eye.
Oh, what a beautiful day.
I got a beautiful feelin’
Ev’erything’s goin’ my way.
All the sounds of the earth are like music
The breeze is so busy it don’t miss a tree
And a old weepin’ willer is laughin’ at me.
Oh, what a beautiful day.
I got a beautiful feelin’
Ev’erything’s goin’ my way.
Songwriters: Richard Rodgers & Oscar Hammerstein II
INTRO
There’s never been a better time to start in life-
It ain’t too early and it aint too late!
Starting as a farmer with a brand new wife-
Soon be livin’ in a brand new state!
Brand new state – gonna treat you great!
Gonna bring you barley, carrots and pertaters,
Pasture for the cattle, spinich and termaters,
Flowers on the prarie where the June bugs zoom,
Plen’y of air and plen’y of room,
Plen’y of room to swing a rope!
Plen’y of heart and plen’y of hope.
OOOOk-lahoma, where the wind comes sweepin’ down the plain,
And the wavin’ wheat can sure smell sweet
When the wind comes right behind the rain.
OOOOk-lahoma, Ev’ry night my honey lamb and I
Sit alone and talk and watch a hawk
Makin’ lazy circles in the sky.
We know we belong to the land (yo-ho)
And the land we belong to is grand!
And when we say
Yeeow! Aye-yip-aye-yo-ee-ay!
We’re only sayin’
You’re doin’ fine, Oklahoma!
Oklahoma O.K.!
Ooook-lahoma, where the wind comes sweepin’ down the plain
And the wavin’ wheat can sure smell sweet
When the wind comes right behind the rain.
Oklahoma, Ev’ry night my honey lamb and I
Sit alone and talk and watch a hawk
Makin’ lazy circles in the sky.
We know we belong to the land
And the land we belong to is grand!
And when we say
Yeeow! Ayipioeeay!
We’re only sayin’
You’re doin’ fine, Oklahoma!
Oklahoma O.K.
Okla-homa-Okla-homa-Okla-homa
Okla-homa-Okla-homa-Okla-homa…
We know we belong to the land
And the land we belong to is grand!
And when we say
Yeeow! Aye-yip-aye-yo-ee-ay!
We’re only sayin’
You’re doin’ fine, Oklahoma!
Oklahoma
O.K. L – A – H – O – M – A
OKLAHOMA!
Yeeow!
Songwriters: Alan Jay Lerner & Frederick Loewe
But the pavement always stayed beneath my feet before.
All at once am I several stories high
Knowing I’m on the street where you live.
Can you hear a lark in any other part of town?
Does enchantment pour out of every door?
No, it’s just on the street where you live.
The overpowering feeling that any second you may suddenly appear
For there’s nowhere else on earth that I would rather be.
Let the time go by, I won’t care if I
Can be here on the street where you live.
Songwriters: Harold Arlen & E.Y. Harburg
In the land that I heard of once, once in a lullaby.
And the dreams that you dare to dream really do come true.
And wake up where the clouds are far behind me,
Where troubles melt like lemon drops
Away above the chimney tops,
That’s where you’ll find me.
Birds fly over the rainbow; why then oh why can’t I?
Why, oh, why can’t I?
- P -
Songwriters: Johnny Burke & Arthur Johnston
Every time it rains
It rains pennies from heaven
Don’t you know each cloud contains
Pennies from heaven?
You’ll find your fortune’s fallin’
All over the town
Be sure that your umbrella
Is upside down
Trade them for a package of
Sunshine and flowers
If you want the things you love
You must have showers
So, when you hear it thunder
Don’t run under a tree
There’ll be pennies from heaven
For you and me
Trade them for a package of
Sunshine and flowers
If you want the things you love
You must have showers
There’ll be pennies from heaven
For you and me.
Songwriters: Richard Rodgers & Oscar Hammerstein II
Why do the neighbors gossip all day behind their doors?
I know a way to prove what they say is quite untrue
Here is the gist, a practical list of don’ts for you
Don’t please my folks too much
Don’t laugh at my jokes too much
People will say we’re in love
Your sighs are so like mine
Your eyes mustn’t glow like mine
People will say we’re in love
Give me my rose and my glove
Sweetheart, they’re suspecting things
People will say we’re in love
Why do you take the trouble to bake my favorite pie?
Grantin’ your wish I carved our initials on that tree
Just keep a slice of all the advice ya give so free
Don’t look so vain with me
Don’t stand in the rain with me
People will say we’re in love
Don’t keep your hand in mine
Your hand feels so grand in mine
People will say we’re in love
‘Til the stars fade from above
They’ll see it’s all right with me
People will say we’re in love
Your hand feels so grand in mine
Let the stars beam from above
Who cares if they tell on us
Let people say we’re in love.
- S -
Songwriter: Jonathan D. Larson
Five hundred twenty-five thousand moments so dear.
Five hundred twenty-five thousand, six hundred minutes,
How do you measure, measure a year?
In midnights, in cups of coffee,
In inches, in miles,
In laughter, in strife,
In five hundred twenty-five thousand, six hundred minutes,
How do you measure a year in the life?
How about love?
How about love?
Measure in love:
Seasons of love.
Seasons of love.
Five hundred twenty-five thousand journeys to plan.
Five hundred twenty-five thousand, six hundred minutes,
How do you measure the life of a woman or a man?
Though the story never ends.
Let’s celebrate
Remember a year in the life of friends.
Remember the love,
Love (oh, give me love now)
Measure in love
Measure in love
Seasons of love.
Five hundred twenty-five thousand moments so dear (moments so dear)
Five hundred twenty-five thousand, six hundred minutes (seasons of love)
Songwriter: Meredith Wilson
Seventy-six trombones led the big parade
With a hundred and ten cornets close at hand.
They were followed by rows and rows of the finest virtuosos,
The cream of ev’ry famous band.
Seventy-six trombones caught the morning sun
With a hundred and ten cornets right behind
There were more than a thousand reeds
Springing up like weeds
There were horns of ev’ry shape and kind.
There were copper bottom tympani in horse platoons
Thundering, thundering all along the way.
Double bell euphoniums and big bassoons,
Each bassoon having it’s big, fat say!
There were fifty mounted cannon in the battery
Thundering, thundering louder than before
Clarinets of ev’ry size
And trumpeters who’d improvise
A full octave higher than the score!
Seventy-six trombones hit the counterpoint
While a hundred and ten cornets blazed the way
To the rhythm of “harch, harch, harch” all the kids began to march,
And they’re marching still right today!
Songwriter: Cole Porter
Strange dear, but true dear,
When I’m close to you, dear,
The stars fill the sky,
So in love with you am I.
Even without you,
My arms fold about you,
You know darling why,
So in love with you am I.
In love with the night mysterious,
The night when you first were there,
In love with my joy delirious,
When I knew that you could care,
So taunt me, and hurt me,
Deceive me, desert me,
I’m yours, till I die.
So in love…. So in love….
So in love with you, my love… am I….
Songwriters: Richard Rodgers & Oscar Hammmerstein II
Some enchanted evening
You may see a stranger
You may see a stranger
Across a crowded room
And somehow you know
You know even then
That somewhere you’ll see her again and again
Some enchanted evening
Someone may be laughing
You may hear her laughing
Across a crowded room
And night after night
As strange as it seems
The sound of her laughter
Will sing in your dreams
Who can explain it?
Who can tell you why?
Fools give you reasons
Wise men never try
Some enchanted evening
When you find your true love
When you hear her call you
Across a crowded room
Then fly to her side
And make her your own
Or else though you like her
You may dream all alone
Once you have found her, never let her go
Once you have found her, never let her go
Songwriters: DuBose Heyward, George and Ira Gershwin
Summertime, and the livin’ is easy
Fish are jumpin’ and the cotton is high
Oh, your daddy’s rich and your ma is good lookin’
So hush, little baby, don’t you cry
One of these mornings you’re gonna rise up singing
Yes you’ll spread your wings and you’ll take to the sky
But ’til that morning, there’s nothin’ can harm you
With daddy and mammy standin’ by
Summertime, and the livin’ is easy
Fish are jumpin’ and the cotton is high
Oh, your daddy’s rich and your ma is good lookin’
So hush, little baby, baby don’t you cry
- T -
Songwriters: Richard Rodgers & Oscar Hammerstein II
We got moonlight on the sea
We got mangoes and bananas
We can pick right off a tree
We got polly-polly and ping-pong
And a lot of dandy games
What ain’t we got?
We ain’t got dames
We get movies, we get shows
We get speeches from our skipper
And advice from Tokyo Rose
We get letters doused with perfume
We get dizzy from the smell
What don’t we get?
You know damn well
What we need is what there ain’t no substitute for
Nothin’ in the world
There is nothin’ you can name
That is anything like a dame
We feel lonely and in grief
We feel every kind of feelin’
But the feelin’ of relief
We feel hungry as the wolf felt
When he met Red Riding Hood
What don’t we feel?
We don’t feel good
There is one particular thing that is nothing whatsoever
In any way, shape, or form like any other
Nothin’ in the world
There is nothin’ you can name
That is anything like a dame
Nothin’ in the world
Has a soft and wavy frame
Like the silhouette of a dame
Of a dame
Or completely free from flaws
Or as faithful as a bird dog
Or as kind as Santa Claus
It’s a waste of time to worry over
Things that they have not
Be thankful for the things they’ve got
That is anything like a dame
And nothin’ looks like a dame
There are no drinks like a dame
And nothin’ thinks like a dame
Nothin’ acts like a dame
Or attracts like a dame
There ain’t a thing that’s wrong with any man here
That can’t be cured by putting him near
A girly, womanly, female, feminine dame!
Songwriter: Meredith Wilson
But I never heard them ringing
No, I never heard them at all
‘Til there was you.
But I never saw them winging
No, I never saw them at all
‘Til there was you.
And there were wonderful roses,
They tell me, in sweet fragrant meadows
Of dawn and dew.
But I never heard it singing
No, I never heard it at all
‘Til there was you.
But I never heard it singing
No, I never heard it at all
‘Til there was you.
- W -
Songwriters: Alan Jay Lerner & Frederick Loewe
Far away from the cold night air
With one enormous chair
Oh, wouldn’t it be loverly?
Lots of coal makin’ lots of heat
Warm face, warm hands, warm feet
Oh, wouldn’t it be loverly?
I would never budge till spring
Crept over me window sill.
Warm and tender as he can be
Who takes good care of me
Oh, wouldn’t it be loverly?
Loverly, loverly
Loverly, loverly
Far away from the cold night air
With one enormous chair
Oh, wouldn’t it be loverly?
Lots of coal makin’ lots of heat
Warm face, warm hands, warm feet
Oh, wouldn’t it be loverly?
I would never budge till spring
Crept over me window sill.
Warm and tender as she can be,
Who takes good care of me
Oh, wouldn’t it be loverly
Loverly, loverly
Loverly
Loverly
Loverly
Loverly
Loverly
- Y -
Songwriters: Richard Rodgers & Oscar Hammerstein II
Hold your head up high
And don’t be afraid of the dark
There’s a golden sky
And the sweet silver song of a lark
Walk on through the rain
For your dreams be tossed and blown
With hope in your heart
And you’ll never walk alone
With hope in your heart
And you’ll never walk alone
Songwriters: Richard Rodgers & Oscar Hammerstein II
You’ve got to be taught to hate and fear
You’ve got to be taught from year to year
It’s got to be drummed in your dear little ear
You’ve got to be carefully taught
You’ve got to be taught to be afraid
Of people whose eyes are oddly made
And people whose skin is a different shade
You’ve got to be carefully taught
You’ve got to be taught before it’s too late
Before you are six or seven or eight
To hate all the people your relatives hate
You’ve got to be carefully taught
You’ve got to be carefully taught