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Category: - Artist:Perry Comoi- Contributor:Webmaster

Papa Loves Mambo

Papa loves mambo
Mama loves mambo
Look at 'em sway with it, gettin' so gay with it
Shoutin' "olay" with it, wow! (ooh!)

Papa loves mambo (Papa loves mambo)
Mama loves mambo (Mama loves mambo)
Papa does great with it, swings like a gate with it
He loses weight with it, now!

He goes to, she goes fro
He goes fast, she goes slow
He goes left 'n' she goes right

(Papa's lookin' for mama, but mama is nowhere in sight) (ooh)

Papa loves mambo
Mama loves mambo
Havin' their fling again, younger than spring again
Feelin' that zing again, wow! (ooh!)

Papa loves mambo (Papa loves mambo)
Mama loves mambo (Mama loves mambo)
Don't let her rumba and don't let her samba
'cause papa loves mama tonight (ooh!)

(Papa loves mambo)
(Mama loves mambo)

(Papa loves mambo)
(Mama loves mambo)

He goes to, she goes fro
He goes fast, she goes slow
He goes left 'n' she goes right
(Papa's lookin' for mama but mama is nowhere in sight) (ooh!)

Papa loves mambo (Papa loves mambo)
Mama loves mambo (Mama loves mambo)
Havin' their fling again, younger than Spring again
Feelin' that zing again, wow! (ooh!)

(Papa loves mambo)
Mambo papa
(Mama loves mambo)
Mambo mama
(Don't let her rumba and don't let her samba)
'cause papa--
Loves a mambo tonight

(ooh!)

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Title:Que Sera, Sera
Artist: Doris Day - Contributor:Webmaster

When I was just a little girl,
I asked my mother, "What will I be?
Will I be pretty?
Will I be rich?"
Here's what she said to me:

"Que sera, sera,
Whatever will be, will be;
The future's not ours to see.
Que sera, sera,
What will be, will be."

When I was just a child in school,
I asked my teacher, "What will I try?
Should I paint pictures"
Should I sing songs?"
This was her wise reply:

"Que sera, sera,
Whatever will be, will be;
The future's not ours to see.
Que sera, sera,
What will be, will be."

When I grew up and fell in love.
I asked my sweetheart, "What lies ahead?
Will we have rainbows
Day after day?"
Here's what my sweetheart said:

"Que sera, sera,
Whatever will be, will be;
The future's not ours to see.
Que sera, sera,
What will be, will be."

Now I have Children of my own.
They ask their mother, "What will I be?"
Will I be handsome?
Will I be rich?"
I tell them tenderly:

"Que sera, sera,
Whatever will be, will be;
The future's not ours to see.
Que sera, sera,
What will be, will be.
Que Sera, Sera!"