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| Jailhouse Rock | |
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The warden threw a party in the county jail prison band was there and they began to wail band was jumpin' and the joint began to swing should've heard thosed kocked out jail birds sing Chorus: Lets Rock ! Lets Rock ! Everybody in the whole cell block Was a-dancin' to the Jail-house Rock! Spider Murphy played the tenor saxophone Little Joe was blowin' on the slide trombone The drummer boy for Illinois went crash, boom, bang ! The whole rhythm section was the purple gang Chorus Number forty seven said to Number Three: You're the cutest jailbird I ever did see. I sure would be delighted with your company Come on and do the jailhouse rock with me. Chorus The sad sack was a-sittin' on a block of stone Way over in the corner weeping all alone The warden said: " Hey, buddy, don't you be no square. If you can't find a partner use a wooden chair !" Chorus Shifty Henry said to Bugs: "For Heaven's sakes, No one's lookin'; now's our chance to make a break Bugsy turned to Shifty and he said " Nix, nix; I wanna stick around a while and get my kicks. Chorus | |
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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!" | |
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