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• AIN'T NOBODY HERE BUT US CHICKEN
• Business Of Love
• BUONA SERA
• CHOO CHOO CH' BOOGIE
• COMES LOVE
• DIG IT!
• DON'T SIT UNDER THE APPLE TREE Glenn Miller
• (EVERY TIME) I HEAR THAT MELLOW SAXOPHONE
• JUMP JIVE&WAIL
• Jumpin with Symphony Sid
• KALAMAZOO Glenn Miller
• LAZY RIVER
• MAMBO ITALIANO
• MINNIE THE MOOCHER
• MOONGLOW
• MOONLIGHT SERENADE Glenn Miller
• REET PETIT Jackie Wilson
• PUTTIN'ON THE RITZ 1946 Fred Astaire
• RED LIGHT
• ROUTE 66
• SATURDAY NIGHT FISH FRY
• SHAKE, RATTLE AND ROLL
• SHEIK OF ARABY
• SWAY
• TUXEDO JUNCTION
• When you're smiling
• Why don't you do right?

BUONA SERA (Sigman/DeRose)
Buona sera, senorina
It is time to say goodnight to Napoli
Though it is hard for us
To whisper buona sera
With that old moon above the Mediterranian Sea

In the morning, signorina, we'll go walking
Where the mountains and the sun come in to say
And by the little jewellery we'll come to sing
While I buy a wedding ring for your finger
In the meantime let me tell you that I love you
Buona sera, signora, kiss me goodnight

CHOO CHOO CH' BOOGIE (Vaughn Horton/Denver Darling/Milt Gabler)
I'm headin' for the station with a pack on my back
Tired of transportation in the back of old hack
I just love the rhythm of the clickety-clack
And hear the whistle blowin', see the smoke from the stack
I pal around with democratic fellow named Mack
Take me back to the track, Jack 
Choo-choo, choo-choo ch' boogie
Woo-woo, woo-woo ch' boogie
Take me back to the track, Jack

You reach your destination but alas and alak
You need some compensation to get back on the block
You take the morning paper from the top of the stack
And read the situation from the front to the back
The only job that's open is a man with a knack
Put me right back in the rack, Jack

I'm gonna settle down by the railroad track
And live a life of rally in a beaten down shack
When I hear the whistle I can peep thru the crack
And see the train a-rollin' when it's balling the jack
Cause I just love the rhythm of the clickety-clack
Take me right back in the rack, Jack

You wake up in the morning feeling sharpest attack
You open up a sack and then you garble a snack
You smoke a cigarette you didn't get from the pack
Well taking off your shoesso you can empty the slacks
There's nothing you can do about the door that you lack
Beat it right back to the track, Jack

COMES LOVE (Lew Brown/Sammy Stept/Charles Tobias)
Comes rain(storm) put your rubber on your feet 
Comes snow you can get a little heat 
But comes love nothing can be done
Comes a fire you know what to do 
Blow a tyre go out buy another shoe 
But comes love nothing can be done

Don't try hiding cause there isn't any use 
You start sliding when you're heart turns on the juice

Comes a headache you can lose it in a day 
Comes a toothache see your dentist right away 
But comes love nothing can be done 

Comes a heatwave you can hurry to the shore 
Comes the summons you can hide behind the door 
But comes love nothing can be done 
Comes the measles you can warro... room
Comes mousee you can (?clean it) wit a broom
But comes love nothing can be done

That's all brother, if you've ever bееn in love 
That all brother you know where I'm speaking of

Comes a nightmare you can always stay awake 
Comes depression you may get another break 
But comes love nothing can be done

DIG IT! (Johnny Mercer/H.Borne) 
(Band members:) 
Dig it! Dig it! Dig it Doris on the vocal chorus! 

I never could do the conga 
Could never get through the conga 
But if you say do the conga 
I ain't hep to that step 
But I'll dig it 

I never could see mazurkas 
They're poison to me, mazurkas 
But if it's to be mazurkas 
I ain't hep to that step 
But I'll dig it 

When they invented the charleston 
I was a total flop 
But say if you want to charleston 
I'll never stop 
I'll dance till I drop 

I never could dig the polka 
The corniest jig, the polka 
But if you say dig the polka 
I ain't hep to that step 
But I'll dig it! 

I ain't hep but I'll dig it!

DON'T SIT UNDER THE APPLE TREE
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
'Til I come marchin' home

Don't go walkin' down Lovers' Lane with anyone else but me
Anyone else but me, anyone else but me, no, no, no
Don't go walkin' down Lovers' Lane with anyone else but me
'Til I come marchin' home

I just got word from a guy who heard
From the guy next door to me
The girl he met just loves to pet
And it fits you to a T
So, don't sit under the apple tree with anyone else but me
'Til I come marchin' home

Don't give out with those lips of yours to anyone else but me
Anyone else but me, anyone else but me, no, no, no
Watch those girls on foreign shores, you'll have to report to me
When you come marchin' home

Don't hold anyone on your knee, you better be true to me
You better be true to me, you better be true to me
Don't hold anyone on your knee, you're gettin' the third degree
When you come marchin' home

You're on your own where there is no phone
And I can't keep tabs on you
Be fair to me, I'll guarantee
This is one thing that I'll do
I won't sit under the apple tree with anyone else but you
'Til you come marchin' home

Don't sit under the apple tree with anyone else but me
I know the apple tree is reserved for you and me
And I'll be true 'til you come marchin' home

(EVERY TIME) I HEAR THAT MELLOW SAXOPHONE
(Roy Montrell/John Marascalco/SandyR. BlackWeit) 
I wanna mambo, sambo, do my number
Hold my baby all the summer
Every time I hear that mellow saxophone
I wanna rip it rock it, really bop it
Flip it, flop it, Davy Crockett
Every time I hear that mellow saxophone
I wanna rock rock rock
Roll roll rollBop bop bop
I wanna rip it rock it, really bop it
Whoaaaaa, Davy Crockett
Every time I hear that mellow saxophone
I wanna rock rock rock
Roll roll rollBop bop bop

Is You Is Or Is You Ain't (Ma' Baby) (Billy Austin/Louis Jordan 1944)

JUMP, JIVE&WAIL (L. Prima 1956) 
Baby, baby it looks like it's gonna hail
Baby, baby it' looks like it's gonna hail
You better come inside
Let me teach you how to jive and wail

You gotta jump, jive, and then you wail
You gotta jump, jive, and then you wail
You gotta jump, jive, and then you wail
You gotta jump, jive, and then you wail
You gotta jump, jive, and then you wail away!

Papa's in the icebox lookin' for a can of ale
Papa's in the icebox lookin' for a can of ale
Mama's in the backyard learning how to jive and wail

A woman is a woman and a man ain't nothin' but a male
A woman is a woman and a man ain't nothin' but a male
One good thing about him
He knows how to jive and wail

Jack and Jill went up the hill to get a pail
Jack and Jill went up the hill to get a pail
Jill stayed up, she wants to learn how to jive and wail

Jumpin with Symphony Sid 

Jumpin with my boss sid in the city
Jumpin with my boss sid in the city
Mr. president of that dj committee
Were gonna be up all night gettin ready
We want you to spin the sounds from the city
Far down in the land thats real real pretty

Let everything go real crazy over jazz
Make everything go real crazy over jazz
Let everything cool for me and my baby
I dont wanna think were listening too lazy
Its gotta be pressburg cheering all the basie
Its gotta get it all set right clear on the eighty
Let it roll
Let it roll

KALAMAZOO
A-B-C-D-E-F-G-H-I got a gal
In Kalamazoo
Don't want to boast but I know she's the toast
Of Kalamazoo-zoo-zoo-zoo-zoo-zoo
Years have gone by, my, my how she grew
I liked her looks when I carried her books
In Kalamazoo-zoo-zoo-zoo-zoo

I'm gonna send a wire hoppin' on a flyer
Leavin' today
Am I dreamin', I can hear her screamin'
Hiya, Mr. Jackson, everything's O-
K-A-L-A-M-A-Z-O-Oh what a gal
A real piparoo
I'll make my bid for that freckle-faced kid
I'm hurryin' to
I'm goin' to Michigan to see the sweetest gal
In Kalamazoo-zoo-zoo-zoo-zoo-zoo
Kalamazoo

K-K!-A-A!-L-A-M-A-Z-O-O-O-Oh what a gal
A real piparoo
We're goin' to Michigan to see the sweetest gal
In Kalamazoo

Zoo-zoo-zoo-zoo-zoo-zoo-zoo-zoo-zoo-zoo-zoo
Kalamzoo

LAZY RIVER
Up the lazy river where the old mill runs
Up the lazy river with the new day sun
LINGERIN' IN THE SHADE OF A KIND OLD TREE 

Throw away your troubles, dream of me, dream of me 

Up the lazy river where the ROBINS SOUND
TWO RIGHT LIGHTS AS WE STROLL ALONG
BLUE SKIES UP ABOVE....EVERYONE IN LOVE
Up the lazy river how happy we will be

LET THE GOOD TIMES ROLL (Theard/Moore)
Hey, everybody 
Let's have some fun
You only live but once
And when your day is done
Let the good times roll 
Let the good times roll
Don't care if you're young or old
Get together and
Let the good times roll

Hey don't sit down mumbling
And talking trash
If you wanna have a ball
You gotta go out and spend some cash
And let the good times roll...

Hey, mister landlord
Lock up all the doors
When the ball is goin' to round
Tell 'em the joint is closed
And let the good times roll...

Hey, ya!
Tell everybody
Mr Twister in town            Jordan/Waters/Berry/Koko Taylor
I got a dollar'n'quarter 
and I'm just rain clown!
But don't let nobody!
Play me cheap
I got 50 cents more tha' I'm goin' to keep

Hey no matter weather
It's rainy weather
Birds of a feather gotta stick together
So get yourself under control
And go out, get together
And let the good times roll

MAMBO ITALIANO (1955) 
(A boy went back to Napoli because he missed the scenery)
(The native dances and the charming songs)
(But wait a minute something's wrong)
('cause now it's)
Hey mambo, mambo Italiano hey hey mambo mambo Italiano
Go go go you mixed up Siciliano
All you Calabrese do the mambo like-a crazy with the
Hey mabo don't wanna tarantella
Hey mambo no more mozzarella
Hey mambo mambo Italiano try an enchilada with a fish baccala
Hey goomba I love how you dance the rumba
But take some advice paisano learn-a how to mambo
If you're gonna be a square you ain't-a gonna go anywhere
Hey mambo mambo Italiano hey hey mambo mambo Italiano
Go go Joe shake like a tiavanna
E lo che se dice you get happy in the pizza when you
Mambo Italiano

Hey chadrool you don't-a have to go to school
Just make it with a big bambino
It's like vino
Kid you good-a looking but you don't-a know what's cooking 'til you
Hey mambo mambo Italiano
Hey hey mambo mambo Italiano
Ho ho ho you mixed up Siciliano
E lo che se dice you get happy in the pizza when you
Mambo Italiano

MINNIE THE MOOCHER
Hey folks here's the story 'bout Minnie the Moocher
She was a low-down Hoochie Koocher
She was the roughest toughest frail
But Minnie had a heart as big as a whale

CHORUS
Hidey Hidey Hidey Hi-- 
Hodey odey odey oh-- 
Heedey Heedey Heedey Hee-- 
Hidey Hidey Hidey Ho--  

She messed around with a bloke named smokey
She loved him though he was cokey
He took her down to Chinatown
And showed her how to kick the gong around 
CHORUS

She had a dream about the King of Sweden
He gave her things that she was needin'
He gave her a home built of gold and steel
A diamond car with the platinum wheels 
CHORUS

He gave her is townhouse and his racin' horses
Each meal she ate was a dozen courses
Had a million dollars worth of nickels and dimes
She sat around and counted them a million times 
CHORUS

Poor Min' Poor Min' Poor Min'

MOONGLOW (Will Hudson/Edgar DeLange/Irving Mills) 
It must have been that moonglow
Way up in the blue
It must have been moonglow
That led me straight to you
I still hear you saying
"Dear one, hold me fast"
And I start in praying
Oh lord, please let this last
We seemed to float right thru the air
Heavenly songs seemed to come from ev'ry where
And now when there's moonglow
Way up in the blue
I always remember that moonglow gave you me

MOONLIGHT SERENADE (G. Miller, M. Parish)
I stand at your gate and the song that I sing is of moonlight
I stand and I wait for the touch of your hand in the June night
The roses are sighing a Moonlight Serenade.

The stars are aglow and tonight how their light sets me dreaming.
My love, do you know that your eyes are like stars brightly beaming?
I bring you and I sing you a Moonlight Serenade

Let us stray till break of day 
in love's valley of dreams.
Just you and I, 
a summer sky, 
a heavenly breeze 
kissin' the trees.

So don't let me wait, come to me tenderly in the June night.
I stand at your gate and I sing you a song in the moonlight
A love song, my darling, a moonlight serenade.

PUTTIN'ON THE RITZ (Irving Berlin)
by Harry Richman in film "Puttin' On The Ritz" (1930) 
Have you seen the well-to-do
Up and down Park Avenue 
On that famous thoroughfare 
With their noses in the air 

High hats and narrow collars 
White spats and lots of dollars 
Spending every dime 
For a wonderful time 

Now, if you're blue 
And you don't know where to go to 
Why don't you go where fashion sits 
Puttin' on the Ritz 
Different types who wear a daycoat 
Pants with stripes and cutaway coat 
Perfect fits 
Puttin' on the Ritz 

Dressed up like a million dollar trooper 
Trying hard to look like Gary Cooper 
Super-duper 

Come, let's mix where Rockefellers 
Walk with sticks or "umberellas" 
In their midst 
Puttin' on the Ritz

Tips his hat just like an English chappie 
To a lady with a wealthy pappy 
Very snappy 

You'll declare it's simply topping 
To be there and hear them swapping 
Smart tidbits 
Puttin' on the Ritz 

alternative
If you're blue and you don't know where to go to, 
Why don't you go where Harlem glitz - 
Puttin' on the Ritz. 
Spangled gowns upon the be-vy of highbrows from down the levee, all misfits - 
Puttin' on the Ritz!  
That's where each and every Lulu Belle goes, 
ev'ry Thursday evening with her swell beaux - Rubbin' elbows. 
Come with me and we'll attend their jubilee
and see them spend their last two bits - 

REET PETIT (Berry Gordy/Carlo)
Look about, look about, look about, ooh wee
Look about, look about, look about, ooh wee
Ooh aah ooh aah ooh wee
Well she's so fine, fine, fine She's so fine, fine, fine
She's so fi-i-i-i-i-ne, fine, fine
She's really sweet, the finest girl y'ever wanna meet

Ooh ooh ooh ooh Ooh ooh ooh ooh
Reet Petit, the finest girl y'ever wanna meet

Have you ever seen a girl 
For whom your soul is dipped
For whom you'd fight for, die for,
Even kill to meet

Well she's so fine, she's so fine
She's really sweet, the finest girl y'ever wanna meet

She really fills her clothes 
From head to toe
I  want the world to know 
I love her so

She's alright. She's alright.
She's alright. She loves me from day till night.

Ooh ooh ooh ooh Ooh ooh ooh ooh
Reet Petit, the finest girl y'ever wanna meet

She's like honey from a bee,
Peaches from a tree
I love her, need her
She means so much to me

She's alright. She's got just what it takes
She's got just what it takes And with me it's what really rates

She's my cutie,
My Tutti Frutti
My heart, my love,
My baby beauty

She's alright. She's got just what it takes
She's got just what it takes And with me it's what really rates

Ooh ooh ooh ooh Ooh ooh ooh ooh
Reet Petit, the finest girl y'ever wanna meet (3)

RED LIGHT (Greene 1948) 
My baby left town and the mule laid down and died
My baby left town and the mule laid down and died
Baby left town, I laid down and cried

One, two, three four, five, six, seven, eight, nine ten
Red light, red light... red light, red light

Venus was a woman, she had a whole lot of charms
She got so much huggin', she wore out both her arms
Red light, red light

Columbus was an explorer, the greatest of his day
But he got all mixed up in Brooklyn and the poor guy lost his way
Red light, red light

Napoleon was a soldier, the greatest ever seen
But he learned all his manoeuvres along along with Josephine
Red light, red light

King Arthur was a hero, he was known everywhere
He had a round round table cause he couldn't stand
he couldn't stand, he couldn't stand a square
Red light, red light
Red light, red light.

ROUTE 66 (Bobby Troup) 1946
Now if you ever plan
To motor West
Travel my way take the highway
That's the best
Get your kicks on Route 66

It winds from Chicago to LA
More than 2000 miles all the way
Get your kicks on Route 66

It goes through St.Louis
Joplin, Missouri
And Oklahoma City
Look'n mighty pretty
You'll see Amarillo, Gullap, New Mexico
Flagstaff, Arizona
Don't forget Winona, Barstow, Reno
San-Bernardino

Won't you get hip to this timely tip
When you make that California trip
Get your kicks on Route 66

SATURDAY NIGHT FISH FRY (Jordan/Walsh Anglo-Pic Music Co.Ltd.)
If you've ever been down to New Orleans
Then you can understand just what I mean
All through the week it's as quiet as a mouse
But on Saturday night they go from house to house 

You don't have to pay when you only mention
If you're a cook or a waiter or a good musician
If you just happen to be passing by
Stop in at the Saturday night fish fry 

CHORUS
It was rocking, it was rocking
You never seen such scuffling and shuffling
'Til the break of dawn 

Now my buddy and me was on the bandstand
Fooling around, just me and him
We decided we could use something to eat
So we went to a house on Rampart Street 

We knocked on the door and it opened with ease
A light-skinned miss said, "Come in, please"
Before we could even bat an eye
We was right in the middle of a big fish fry 
CHORUS

Now the woman was screaming and jumping and yelling
The bottles were flying and the fish were smelling
>From way up above all the noise they made
Somebody hollered, "Better get outta here, this is a raid" 

I didn't know we were breaking the law
Somebody reached over and hit me on the jaw
They had locked up from the front and the back
Putting them in the wagon like potato sacks 
CHORUS

I knew I could away if I had the chance
But I was shaking like I had St.Vitus' Dance
I tried to crawl under a bathtub
A policeman said, "Hey, now where you going, bud'" 

They got us outta there like a house on fire
And put us all in that black mariah
They might of missed one or two
But they got both me and my buddy too 
CHORUS

Well we headed for jail in a dazed condition
They booked each one of us on suspicion
My chick came down and she went my bail
Finally got me outta that rotten jail 

If you ever wanna go get a fist in your eye
Just mention a Saturday night fish fry
I don't care how many fish in the sea
Don't ever mention a fish to me 
CHORUS

SHAKE, RATTLE AND ROLL (Charles E. Calhoun)
Get out to that kitchen
And rattle those pots and pans
Roll my breakfast cos I'm a hungry man

You wear those dresses
That sun comes shinin' thru'/Your hair done up so nice
You look so warm but your heart is cold as ice

Shake rattle and roll
Yuo won't do nothing to save your dog-gone soul

There's one-eyed cat
Peeping in the seafood store
I can look at you and you ain't no chat no more

I believe you'll be doing me wrong/Over the hills and way
And now I know  down underneath
The more I work the faster my money goes

SHEIK OF ARABY
I'M THE SHEIK OF ARABY
YOUR LOVE BELONGS TO ME
AT NIGHT WHEN YOUR ASLEEP
INTO YOUR TENT I'LL CREEP 

THE STARS THAT SHINE ABOVE
WILL LIGHT OUR WAY TO LOVE
YOU'LL RULE THIS LAND WITH ME
THE SHEIK OF ARABY

sway 

When marimba rhythms start to play
Dance with me, make me sway
Like a lazy ocean hugs the shore
Hold me close, sway me more

Like a flower bending in the breeze
Bend with me, sway with ease
When we dance you have a way with me
Stay with me, sway with me

Other dancers may be on the floor
Dear, but my eyes will see only you
Only you have the magic technique
When we sway I go weak

I can hear the sounds of violins
Long before it begins
Make me thrill as only you know how
Sway me smooth, sway me now 

Other dancers may be on the floor
Dear, but my eyes will see only you
Only you have the magic technique
When we sway I go weak

I can hear the sounds of violins
Long before it begins
Make me thrill as only you know how
Sway me smooth, sway me now
You know how
Sway me smooth, sway me now

TUXEDO JUNCTION (Buddy Feyne/William Johnson/Julian Dash/Erskine Hawkins)

Boop bop, Boop Bop 
Boop bop, Boop Bop 
Boop bop, Boop Bop 
Boop bop, Boop Bop 

Way down South, in Birmingham 
I mean South, in Alabam' 
There's a place 
Where people go to dance the night away 

It's a junction 
Where the town folk meet 
At each function in their best they'll greet you 

Sax solo 

Scat solo 

Way down South, in Birmingham 
I mean South, in Alabam' 
That old place 

Boop bop, Boop Bop 
Boop bop, Boop Bop 
Boop bop, Boop Bop 
Boop bop, Boop Bop 

Way down South, in Birmingham 
I mean South, in Alabam' 
'Ans old place 
Where people go to dance the night away 
They all drive or walk for miles 
To get blues - that southern style, 
So blue - it'll make you want to dance the night away 
Tuxedo Junction - where I want to be

WHEN YOU'RE SMILING (Mark Fisher / Joe Goodwin / Larry Shay) 
When you're smiling 
When you're smiling 
The whole world smiles with you 
When you're laughing 
When you're laughing 
The sun comes shining through 
But when you're crying 
You bring on the rain 
So stop your sighing be happy again 
Keep on smiling 
'Cause when you're smiling 
The whole world smiles with you

Why Don't You Do Right?
You had plenty money
1941
You lost it all
And then, where do you run?

CHORUS
Why don't you do right?
Like some other men do?
Get out of here and
Get me some money too

Yo'sittin' down wondering
What it's all about
If you ain't got no money
They will put you out

CHORUS

If you had prepared
Twenty years ago
You wouldn't have wand'ring
Now from do 'to do'

CHORUS

Teach Me How To Shimmy

Mama you taught me how to do the bop 
You taught me how to boogie real slow - yeah
You taught me how to twist 
and you taught me how to slop 
Mama teach me one thing more 

CHORUS
Come on and teach me how to shimmy 
Like you and daddy do (come on get it, come on get it) 
Teach me how to shimmy - huh huh 
So I can shimmy too (come on get it) 

Mama there's gonna be a dance tonight 
You gotta teach me the ball creep - yeah 
And Mama if I can't do it right 
You know Gerry's gonna steal my guy 

CHORUS

I can hully gully good as Gerry can 
But Mama hully gully ain't win it 
My little boy he loves that we gonna cheat 
And there's only one thing - gonna get it now

CHORUS: And teach me how to shimmy 
CHORUS: Shimmy

Business Of Love
I'm a mover, a shaker, like Mack the Knife
I can take ya last dollar with a throw of the dice
I've got a gift for winning from heaven above
But I'm just a baby in this business of love

I'm a smooth operator in all affairs,
Uhu sophisticated debonair, 
I've got all kinds of fancy stuff 
But I'm just a baby in this business of love

CHORUS: 
I'm just a baby
Nobody ever spanked me
Somebody save me
Cause I'm just a baby in this business of love

To ensure your satisfaction, I started young
I never look back at the things that I've done
I turn my knack for pleasure into an art
But nothing can save me from your own heart

Chorus
I was once Mack Dad at the top of my game
'I Thank Them All' was my middle name
There's just one little thing I never knew
I got a whole lot of nuthin' if I ain't got you