Lazybones, sleepin' in the sun, how you spect to get your day's work done? You can't get your day's work done, sleepin' in the noon day sun Lazybones, layin' in the shade, how you gonna get your cornmeal made? You can't get no cornmeal made, sleepin' in that evening shade When taters need sprayin', I bet you keep prayin' The bugs'll fall off of the vine And when you go fishin' I bet you keep wishin' Them fish don't grab your line Lazybones, loafin' all the day, how you spect to make a dime that way? You won't make no dime that way, loafin' in the shade all day
I'm an old cowhand from the Rio Grande But my legs ain't bowed and my cheeks ain't tan I'm a cowboy who never saw a cow Never roped a steer cause I don't know how Sure ain't a fixin to start in now Yippie yi yo kayah I'm an old cowhand and I come down from the Rio Grande And I learned to ride, ride, ride 'fore I learned to stand I'm a riding fool who is up to date I know every trail in the Lone Star State Cause I ride the range in a Ford V-8 Yippie yi yo kayah We're old cowhands from the Rio Grande And we come to town just to hear the band We know all the songs that the cowboys know 'Bout the big corral where the doggies go We learned them all on the radio Yippie yi yo kayah I'm an old cowhand Oh yes, Mr. Bing Too hot for you, Uncle Fudd? Down from the Rio Grande Oh where the west is wild all around the borderland Where the buffalo roam around the zoo and the Injuns run up a rug or two and the old Bar X is just a barbecue, yeah Yippie yi yo kayah I'm a pioneer who began from scratch I don't bat an eye in a shootin' match They don't call me Elmer, they call me Satch Yippie yi yo kayah Yippie yi yo kayah Get along little horsy Get along little horsy Yippie yi yo kayah, oh!
I'll begin my story
Out in West Virginia
In a little college
(Rah, Rah, Rah)
All the student body
Only cared for football
Never mind the knowledge
(Rah, Rah, Rah)
Never mind the sheepskin
They preferred the pigskin
Seemed to have it in their bones
Yeah, they knew all about it
Couldn't do without it
All except a certain Mr. Jamboree Jones
He played the clarinet with all his might
He studied night and day, he practiced day and night
No runnin' up the field for Mr. Jones
He'd rather run up the scale and down the scale,
What tones.
Even though his buddies
Always cut their studies
To attend the rallies
(Rah, Rah, Rah)
While they all were rootin'
You could hear him tootin'
"What's become of Sally"
(Rah, Rah, Rah)
How they used to hate him
Co-eds wouldn't date him
Thought he was an awful bore
Oh, but he liked his rhythm
More than being with `em
So he'd only grin
And turn to practice some more
Meanwhile the team marched on to greater fame
Till they were asked to play that famous Rose Bowl game
And on that day of days the students beamed
What did they do when the team marched on the field
They screamed.
Rah, Rah, Rah, Rah
Biff-boom-bah, bah-bah-dee-addle-oh
Yea-ho, watch `em go
Startin' from the kick-off,
They pulled every trick off
But they couldn't win it
(No, no, no)
Instead of goin' forwards
They were goin' backwards
`Bout a mile a minute
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Seein' their position
They called intermission
And they heard the referee say
Hey, seventeen to nothin'
Ain't exactly nothin'
And you've only got about a minute to play
And then from the stands there came a distant wail
And it was Jamboree a-swingin' "Hold `em Yale"
(Bula, bula, bula)
And then the students all began to yell
The players marched up the field
And down the field, pell mell.
Now on a certain West Virginia hill
There stands that college still
Just as it always will
And there's a picture in the hall of fame
You'll find the boy in the frame who won the game
Jamboree Jones was the gentleman's name.
Somewhere, someday We'll be close together, wait and see Oh by the way, This time the dream's on me You take my hand and you look at me adoringly But as things stand This time the dream's on me It would be fun To be certain that I'm the one To know that I, at least, supply the shoulder you cry upon To see you through Till you're everything you want to be It can't be true, but This time the dream's on me It would be fun To be certain that I'm the one To know that I, at least, supply the shoulder you cry upon To see you through Till you're everything you want to be It can't be true, but This time the dream's on me This time the dream's on me
Tangerine - she is all they claim With her eyes of night and lips as bright as flame Tangerine – when she dances by Senoritas stare and caballeros sigh And I’ve seen toasts to Tangerine Raised in every bar across the Argentine Yes – she has them all on the run But her heart belongs to just one Her heart belongs to Tangerine Tangerine – she is all they say With mascara’d eyes, and chapeaux by Dache Tangerine with her lips of flame If the colour keeps, Louis Philippe’s to blame And I’ve seen clothes on Tangerine Where the label says from Macy’s Mezzanine Yes, she’s got the guys in a whirl But she’s only fooling one girl She’s only fooling Tangerine
My mama done tol' me, When I was in knee pants, My mama done tol' me, Son! A woman'll sweet talk And give ya the big eye; But when the sweet talkin's done, A woman's a two face A worrisome thing Who'll leave ya t'sing The blues in the night Now the rain's a-fallin', Hear the train a-callin' Whoo-ee (my mama done tol' me) Hear that lonesome whistle Blowin' `cross the trestle, Whoo-ee (my mama done tol' me) A whoo-ee-duh-whoo-ee, ol' clickety clack's A-echoin' back the blues in the night The evenin' breeze'll start the trees to cryin' And the moon'll hide its light When you get the blues in the night Take my word, the mockin' bird'll Sing the saddest kind o' song He knows things are wrong and he's right From Natchez to Mobile, From Memphis to St. Jo, Wherever the four winds blow, I been in some big towns, An' heard me some big talk, But there is one thing I know A woman's a two face, A worrisome thing Who'll leave ya t'sing the blues in the night. My mama was right, There's blues in the night.
Theme for the 1957–1958 NBC detective series Meet McGraw
I'm gonna love you like nobody's loved you, Come rain or come shine. High as a mountain and deep as a river, Come rain or come shine. I guess when you met me It was just one of those things, But don't ever bet me, "Cause I'm gonna be true if you let me. You're gonna love me like nobody's loved me, Come rain or come shine. Happy together, unhappy together And won't it be fine. Days may be cloudy or sunny, We're in or we're out of the money, But I'm with you always, I'm with you rain or shine.
Do you hear that whistle down the line? I'm thinking that's engine number 49 She's the only one that'll sound that way On the Atchison, Topeka & the Santa Fe See the old smoke rising round the bend I reckon that she knows she's going to meet a friend Folks around these parts get the time of day From the Atchison, Topeka & the Santa Fe Here she comes (oooh) Hey Jim you better get the rig (oooh) She's got a list of passengers that's pretty big And they'll all want a list to Brown's Hotel Cause lots of them have been traveling for quite a spell All the way from Philadelphia On the Atchinson, Topeka & the Santa Fe All aboard All Aboard Chug a chug chug chug chug woo-woo Chug a chug chug chug chug woo-woo Let her rip, let her rip Mister Engineer Gotta go gotta go far away from here While the man at the fire shovels on the coal Stick your head out the cab watch the driver roll See the towns & the roads go whipping by Farethewell Laramie, Alberque high Yessire here we are Going all the way Won't quit til we hit california On the Atchison, Topeka & Santa Fe On the Atchison, Topeka & Santa Fe Here she comes Hey Jim you better get the rig (oooh) She's got a list of passengers that's pretty big And they'll all want a list to Brown's Hotel Cause lots of them have been traveling for quite a spell All the way from Philadelphia On the Atchinson, Topeka & the Santa Fe For the film The Harvey Girls
Free and easy, that's my style Howdy-do me, watch me smile Fare-thee-well me after a while 'Cause I gotta roam And any place I hang my hat is home Sweetenin' water, cherry wine Thank you kindly, suits me fine Kansas City, Caroline That's my honeycomb 'Cause any place I hang my hat is home Birds roostin' in a tree Pick up and go, and the goin' proves That's how it oughta be I pick up too when the spirit moves me (I go where it behoves me**) Cross the river, 'round the bend "Hello stranger!", "So long friend!" There's a voice in the lonesome wind That keeps whisp'ring, "Roam!" I'm going where a welcome mat is No matter where that is 'Cause any place I hang my hat is home
The falling leaves drift by the window The autumn leaves of red and gold I see your lips, the summer kisses The sun-burned hands I used to hold Since you went away the days grow long And soon I'll hear old winter's song But I miss you most of all my darling When autumn leaves start to fall C'est une chanson, qui nous ressemble Toi tu m'aimais et je t'aimais Nous vivions tous deux ensemble Toi qui m'aimais moi qui t'aimais Mais la vie separe ceux qui s'aiment Tout doucement sans faire de bruit Et la mer efface sur le sable les pas des amants desunis
For the film Here Comes the Groom
Something's got to give Something's got to give Something's got to give When an irresistible force such as you Meets an old immovable object like me You can bet just as sure as you live Something's got to give Something's got to give Something's got to give When an irrepressible smile such as yours Warms an old implacable heart such as mine Don't say no, because I insist Somewhere, somehow, someone's got to be kissed So, en garde, who knows what the fates might have in store? From their vast mysterious sky? I'll try hard ignoring those lips that I adore But how long can anyone try? Fight, fight, fight, fight, fight it with all of our might Chances are some heavenly star-spangled night We'll find out just as sure as we live Something's got to give Something's got to give Something's got to give Fight fight fight it with all of your might Chances are that some heavenly star-spangled night We'll find out just as sure as we live Something's got to give Something's got to give Something's got to give Something's got to give Something's got to give Aww, let's tear it up !
For the film Breakfast at Tiffany's
For the film Days of Wine and Roses
For the film Darling Lili
For the Disney film Robin Hood
from "2:00AM—Paradise Café"
from "The Complete Collection And Then Some..."
from "With My Lover Beside Me (Nancy Wilson album)"
from "The Complete Collection And Then Some..."
Free and easy, that's my style Howdy-do me, watch me smile Fare-thee-well me after a while 'Cause I gotta roam And any place I hang my hat is home Sweetenin' water, cherry wine Thank you kindly, suits me fine Kansas City, Caroline That's my honeycomb 'Cause any place I hang my hat is home Birds roostin' in a tree Pick up and go, and the goin' proves That's how it oughta be I pick up too when the spirit moves me (I go where it behoves me**) Cross the river, 'round the bend "Hello stranger!", "So long friend!" There's a voice in the lonesome wind That keeps whisp'ring, "Roam!" I'm going where a welcome mat is No matter where that is 'Cause any place I hang my hat is home
The falling leaves drift by the window The autumn leaves of red and gold I see your lips, the summer kisses The sun-burned hands I used to hold Since you went away the days grow long And soon I'll hear old winter's song But I miss you most of all my darling When autumn leaves start to fall C'est une chanson, qui nous ressemble Toi tu m'aimais et je t'aimais Nous vivions tous deux ensemble Toi qui m'aimais moi qui t'aimais Mais la vie separe ceux qui s'aiment Tout doucement sans faire de bruit Et la mer efface sur le sable les pas des amants desunis
My mama done tol' me, When I was in knee pants, My mama done tol' me, Son! A woman'll sweet talk And give ya the big eye; But when the sweet talkin's done, A woman's a two face A worrisome thing Who'll leave ya t'sing The blues in the night Now the rain's a-fallin', Hear the train a-callin' Whoo-ee (my mama done tol' me) Hear that lonesome whistle Blowin' `cross the trestle, Whoo-ee (my mama done tol' me) A whoo-ee-duh-whoo-ee, ol' clickety clack's A-echoin' back the blues in the night The evenin' breeze'll start the trees to cryin' And the moon'll hide its light When you get the blues in the night Take my word, the mockin' bird'll Sing the saddest kind o' song He knows things are wrong and he's right From Natchez to Mobile, From Memphis to St. Jo, Wherever the four winds blow, I been in some big towns, An' heard me some big talk, But there is one thing I know A woman's a two face, A worrisome thing Who'll leave ya t'sing the blues in the night. My mama was right, There's blues in the night.
from "The Complete Collection And Then Some..."
I'm gonna love you like nobody's loved you, Come rain or come shine. High as a mountain and deep as a river, Come rain or come shine. I guess when you met me It was just one of those things, But don't ever bet me, "Cause I'm gonna be true if you let me. You're gonna love me like nobody's loved me, Come rain or come shine. Happy together, unhappy together And won't it be fine. Days may be cloudy or sunny, We're in or we're out of the money, But I'm with you always, I'm with you rain or shine.
For the film Days of Wine and Roses
I'm an old cowhand from the Rio Grande But my legs ain't bowed and my cheeks ain't tan I'm a cowboy who never saw a cow Never roped a steer cause I don't know how Sure ain't a fixin to start in now Yippie yi yo kayah I'm an old cowhand and I come down from the Rio Grande And I learned to ride, ride, ride 'fore I learned to stand I'm a riding fool who is up to date I know every trail in the Lone Star State Cause I ride the range in a Ford V-8 Yippie yi yo kayah We're old cowhands from the Rio Grande And we come to town just to hear the band We know all the songs that the cowboys know 'Bout the big corral where the doggies go We learned them all on the radio Yippie yi yo kayah I'm an old cowhand Oh yes, Mr. Bing Too hot for you, Uncle Fudd? Down from the Rio Grande Oh where the west is wild all around the borderland Where the buffalo roam around the zoo and the Injuns run up a rug or two and the old Bar X is just a barbecue, yeah Yippie yi yo kayah I'm a pioneer who began from scratch I don't bat an eye in a shootin' match They don't call me Elmer, they call me Satch Yippie yi yo kayah Yippie yi yo kayah Get along little horsy Get along little horsy Yippie yi yo kayah, oh!
For the film Here Comes the Groom
I'll begin my story
Out in West Virginia
In a little college
(Rah, Rah, Rah)
All the student body
Only cared for football
Never mind the knowledge
(Rah, Rah, Rah)
Never mind the sheepskin
They preferred the pigskin
Seemed to have it in their bones
Yeah, they knew all about it
Couldn't do without it
All except a certain Mr. Jamboree Jones
He played the clarinet with all his might
He studied night and day, he practiced day and night
No runnin' up the field for Mr. Jones
He'd rather run up the scale and down the scale,
What tones.
Even though his buddies
Always cut their studies
To attend the rallies
(Rah, Rah, Rah)
While they all were rootin'
You could hear him tootin'
"What's become of Sally"
(Rah, Rah, Rah)
How they used to hate him
Co-eds wouldn't date him
Thought he was an awful bore
Oh, but he liked his rhythm
More than being with `em
So he'd only grin
And turn to practice some more
Meanwhile the team marched on to greater fame
Till they were asked to play that famous Rose Bowl game
And on that day of days the students beamed
What did they do when the team marched on the field
They screamed.
Rah, Rah, Rah, Rah
Biff-boom-bah, bah-bah-dee-addle-oh
Yea-ho, watch `em go
Startin' from the kick-off,
They pulled every trick off
But they couldn't win it
(No, no, no)
Instead of goin' forwards
They were goin' backwards
`Bout a mile a minute
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Seein' their position
They called intermission
And they heard the referee say
Hey, seventeen to nothin'
Ain't exactly nothin'
And you've only got about a minute to play
And then from the stands there came a distant wail
And it was Jamboree a-swingin' "Hold `em Yale"
(Bula, bula, bula)
And then the students all began to yell
The players marched up the field
And down the field, pell mell.
Now on a certain West Virginia hill
There stands that college still
Just as it always will
And there's a picture in the hall of fame
You'll find the boy in the frame who won the game
Jamboree Jones was the gentleman's name.
from "The Complete Collection And Then Some..."
Lazybones, sleepin' in the sun, how you spect to get your day's work done? You can't get your day's work done, sleepin' in the noon day sun Lazybones, layin' in the shade, how you gonna get your cornmeal made? You can't get no cornmeal made, sleepin' in that evening shade When taters need sprayin', I bet you keep prayin' The bugs'll fall off of the vine And when you go fishin' I bet you keep wishin' Them fish don't grab your line Lazybones, loafin' all the day, how you spect to make a dime that way? You won't make no dime that way, loafin' in the shade all day
For the film Breakfast at Tiffany's
Do you hear that whistle down the line? I'm thinking that's engine number 49 She's the only one that'll sound that way On the Atchison, Topeka & the Santa Fe See the old smoke rising round the bend I reckon that she knows she's going to meet a friend Folks around these parts get the time of day From the Atchison, Topeka & the Santa Fe Here she comes (oooh) Hey Jim you better get the rig (oooh) She's got a list of passengers that's pretty big And they'll all want a list to Brown's Hotel Cause lots of them have been traveling for quite a spell All the way from Philadelphia On the Atchinson, Topeka & the Santa Fe All aboard All Aboard Chug a chug chug chug chug woo-woo Chug a chug chug chug chug woo-woo Let her rip, let her rip Mister Engineer Gotta go gotta go far away from here While the man at the fire shovels on the coal Stick your head out the cab watch the driver roll See the towns & the roads go whipping by Farethewell Laramie, Alberque high Yessire here we are Going all the way Won't quit til we hit california On the Atchison, Topeka & Santa Fe On the Atchison, Topeka & Santa Fe Here she comes Hey Jim you better get the rig (oooh) She's got a list of passengers that's pretty big And they'll all want a list to Brown's Hotel Cause lots of them have been traveling for quite a spell All the way from Philadelphia On the Atchinson, Topeka & the Santa Fe For the film The Harvey Girls
Theme for the 1957–1958 NBC detective series Meet McGraw
Something's got to give Something's got to give Something's got to give When an irresistible force such as you Meets an old immovable object like me You can bet just as sure as you live Something's got to give Something's got to give Something's got to give When an irrepressible smile such as yours Warms an old implacable heart such as mine Don't say no, because I insist Somewhere, somehow, someone's got to be kissed So, en garde, who knows what the fates might have in store? From their vast mysterious sky? I'll try hard ignoring those lips that I adore But how long can anyone try? Fight, fight, fight, fight, fight it with all of our might Chances are some heavenly star-spangled night We'll find out just as sure as we live Something's got to give Something's got to give Something's got to give Fight fight fight it with all of your might Chances are that some heavenly star-spangled night We'll find out just as sure as we live Something's got to give Something's got to give Something's got to give Something's got to give Something's got to give Aww, let's tear it up !
Tangerine - she is all they claim With her eyes of night and lips as bright as flame Tangerine – when she dances by Senoritas stare and caballeros sigh And I’ve seen toasts to Tangerine Raised in every bar across the Argentine Yes – she has them all on the run But her heart belongs to just one Her heart belongs to Tangerine Tangerine – she is all they say With mascara’d eyes, and chapeaux by Dache Tangerine with her lips of flame If the colour keeps, Louis Philippe’s to blame And I’ve seen clothes on Tangerine Where the label says from Macy’s Mezzanine Yes, she’s got the guys in a whirl But she’s only fooling one girl She’s only fooling Tangerine
For the Disney film Robin Hood
Somewhere, someday We'll be close together, wait and see Oh by the way, This time the dream's on me You take my hand and you look at me adoringly But as things stand This time the dream's on me It would be fun To be certain that I'm the one To know that I, at least, supply the shoulder you cry upon To see you through Till you're everything you want to be It can't be true, but This time the dream's on me It would be fun To be certain that I'm the one To know that I, at least, supply the shoulder you cry upon To see you through Till you're everything you want to be It can't be true, but This time the dream's on me This time the dream's on me
from "2:00AM—Paradise Café"
from "With My Lover Beside Me (Nancy Wilson album)"
For the film Darling Lili