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My Boy Flat Top |
Hey, Mr Flat Top
Young and strong, his top is flat
A cool haircut and never wears a hat
I don't mean maybe, he's a real hep cat
My boy, flat top
Big broad shoulders, man, they're pips
Dreamy eyes with a crazy lip
When he shouts, "Hey baby"
Well the girls they flip
My boy, flat top
I'm tellin' you that snazzy guy
Really sends me my oh, my
He's the most, the dreamers goal
You ought to see him rock and roll
Got no dough, but just a nod
Will get the girls, though it may seem odd
A real cool lover in his old hot rod
My boy, flat top
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Young and strong, his top is flat
Got a cool haircut, no hat
I don't mean maybe, he's a real hep cat
(Her lover boy Flat Top)
Big broad shoulders, man, they're pips
Got dreamy eyes, crazy lips
When he shouts, "Hey baby"
The girls they flip
(Her lover boy flat top)
I'm tellin' you that snazzy guy
Really sends you my oh, my
He's the most, the dreamers goal
You ought to see him rock and roll
Got no dough, but just a nod
Will get the girls, though it may seem odd
A real cool lover in his old hot rod
My boy (her boy)
Whoes boy (Your boy)
Oh boy (boy, oh, boy)
Flat top
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Title:My Truly, Truly Fair Artist: Guy Mitchell - Contributor:Webmaster
| [Written by Bob Merrill]
(Oh, hooooo)
(Truly, truly fair, truly, truly fair)
(How I love my truly fair)
(There's songs to sing her, trinkets to bring her)
(Flowers for her golden hair)
My truly, truly fair
Truly, truly fair
How I love my truly fair (his truly fair)
There's songs to sing her, trinkets to bring her
Flowers for her golden hair
(Oh, hooooo)
Some men plow the open plains, some men sail the brine
But I'm in love with a pretty little maid, for work I have no time
She's My, truly, truly fair
Truly, truly fair
How I love my truly fair (his truly fair)
There's songs to sing her, trinkets to bring her
Flowers for her golden hair
(Oh, hooooo)
Once I sailed from Boston Bay bound for Singapore
But one day out and I missed her so
I swam right back to shore
Back to my truly fair
Truly, truly fair
How I love my truly fair
There's songs to sing her, trinkets to bring her
Flowers for her golden hair
(Oh, hooooo)
I love she and she loves me, pardon if I boast
At times we fight all the live-long night
'Bout who loves who the most
My truly, truly fair
Truly, truly fair
How I love my truly fair (his truly fair)
There's songs to sing her, trinkets to bring her
Flowers for her golden hair
(Oh, hooooo)
Soon I'm gonna marry her, love her till I die
There ain't no livin' on love alone
But still I'm gonna try
(Truly, truly fair, truly, truly fair)
(How I love my truly fair)
There's songs to sing her, trinkets to bring her
Flowers for her golden hair (for her golden hair)
How I love my truly fair (loves his truly fair)
Wow, how I love my truly fair (how he loves his truly fair)
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