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Category: - Artist:Art Mooney- Contributor:Webmaster

Honey Babe

Go to your left, your right, your left
Go to your left, your right, your left

I'm just like a prairie flower, honey, honey
I'm just like a prairie flower, babe, babe
I'm just like a prairie flower
Growing wild by the hour
Honey, oh baby, mine

Go to your left, your right, your left
Go to your left, your right, your left

I'm engaged to marry Sue, honey, honey
I'm engaged to marry Sue, babe, babe
I'm afraid to get undressed
'Cause Mary's tatooed on my chest
Honey, oh baby, mine

Look around, look around
Come join the happy hunting ground
Seven women to each guy
What a lovely way to die
Honey, oh baby, mine

Go to your left, your right, your left
Go to your left, your right, your left

Go to your left, your right, your left
Go to your left, your right, your left

Got a gal in every port, honey, honey
Got a gal in every port, babe, babe
Got a gal in every port
They're suing me for non-support
Honey, oh baby, mine

Go to your left, your right, your left
Go to your left, your right, your left

Never saw a dame so large, honey, honey
Broader than a landing barge, babe, babe
For kissin' her, they gave to me
The purple heart for bravery
Honey, oh baby, mine

Yes-sirrree, yes-sirrree
Can you name the same as Lauralee
She ain't much but what the heck
I'm her favorite leatherneck
Honey, oh baby, mine

Go to your left, your right, your left
Go to your left, your right, your left

Go to your left, your right, your left
Go to your left, your right, your left

Go to your left, your right, your left
Go to your left, your right, your left

Nickle in the drink machine, honey, honey
Nickle in the drink machine, babe, babe
Down the hatch and never stop
Gonna drink until I drop
Honey, oh baby, mine

Go to your left, your right, your left
Go to your left, your right, your left
Go to your left, your right, your left

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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!"