Let down before the final curtain
The shallow heart that left her cold
She left in rouge upon the mirror
A circled kiss, oh, to the faithful fans who miss her
And you can cage the songbird
But you can’t make her sing
And you can trap the free bird
But you’ll have to clip her wings
Cause she’ll soar like a hawk when she flies
But she’ll dive like an eagle when she dies
Ríu, ríu, chíu, la guarda ribera,
Dios guardó el lobo de nuestra cordera.
16th C. Italian Christmas song in which Mary is warned of approaching wolves by the cries of the kingfishers.
Now the hacienda’s dark, the town is sleeping,
Now the time has come to part,
The time for weeping! )
Vaya con dios, my darling,
May God be with you my love . . .
Perry Como
Que sera, sera
Whatever will be, will be
The future’s not ours to see
Que sera, sera
What will be, will be
Oye como va mi ritmo
Bueno pa’ gozar mulata
Yo soy un hombre sincero, de donde crecen las palmas
Yo soy un hombre sincero, de donde crecen las palmas
Y antes de morirme quiero echar mis versos del alma
Guantanamera, guajira, Guantanamera
Guantanamera, guajira, Guantanamera
Via via
Vieni via con me
Entra in questo amore buio
Non perderti per niente al mondo
Via via
Non perderti per niente al mondo
Lo spettacolo d′arte varia
Di uno innamorato di te
It’s wonderful
It’s wonderful
It’s wonderful
Good luck my baby
It’s wonderful
It′s wonderful
It’s wonderful
I dream of you
Simply having a wonderful Christmastime.
Simply having a wonderful Christmastime.
Christmastime is here, by golly
Disapproval would be folly
Deck the halls with hunks of holly
Fill the cup and don’t say when
Kill the turkeys, ducks, and chickens
Mix the punch, drag out the Dickens
Even though the prospect sickens
Brother, here we go again
The season’s upon us, it’s that time of year
Brandy and eggnog, there’s plenty of cheer
There’s lights on the trees and there’s wreaths to be hung
There’s mischief and mayhem and songs to be sung
There’s bells and there’s holly, the kids are gung-ho
True love finds a kiss beneath fresh mistletoe
Some families are messed up while others are fine
If you think yours is crazy, well, you should see mine
Sayyyy, Mother, as sure as there’s an X in Christmas, you can be sure those are Tiny Tim Chestnuts roasting. Tin-y Tim Chestnuts are full-bodied… longer lasting! This visible shell protects the nut! Now with X-K 29 added, for people who can’t roast after every meal
Tin-ee Tim! Tin-ee Tim! Chest-nuts all the way!
Tin-y Tim’s roast hot… like a chestnut ought! And… they are (ECHO) mild, mild, mild, mild
I must have blacked out just 'round then
'Cause the very next thing that I could see
Was the light of the day again
My stomach was full as it could be
And nobody ever got around to finding Timothy
Timothy, Timothy
Where on earth did you go?
Timothy, Timothy
God, why don’t I know?
Knee deep in flowers we’ll stray
We’ll keep the showers away
And if I kiss you in the garden, in the moonlight
Will you pardon me?
And tiptoe through the tulips with me
We’re walking in the air
We’re floating in the moonlit sky
The people far below are sleeping as we fly
Close your eyes and look at me
I’ll be standing by your side
In between the deep blue sea
And the sheltering sky
If we find no words to say
To the rhythm of the waves
Then we’ll both surrender there
Walking on airㅤ
Close your eyes and I’ll kiss you
Tomorrow I’ll miss you
Remember I’ll always be true
And then while I’m away
I’ll write home everyday
And I’ll send all my loving to you
I’m gonna sit right down and write myself a letter
And make believe it came from you
I’m gonna write words, oh so sweet
They’re gonna knock me off my feet
A lotta kisses on the bottom
I’ll be glad I got 'em
Nights in white satin
Never reaching the end
Letters I’ve written
Never meaning to send
Beauty I’ve always missed
With these eyes before
Just what the truth is
I can’t say any more
'Cause I love you
Yes I love you
Oh how I love you
Gazing at people some hand in hand
Just what I’m going through they can’t understand
Some try to tell me thoughts they cannot defend
Just what you want to be you will be in the end
So, you better go back to your bars
Your temples, your massage parlors
One night in Bangkok and the world’s your oyster
The bars are temples but their pearls ain’t free
You’ll find a god in every golden cloister
A little flesh, a little history
I can feel an angel slidin’ up to me
One night in Bangkok makes the hard man humble
Not much between despair and ecstasy
One night in Bangkok and the tough guys tumble
Can’t be too careful with your company
I can feel the devil walking next to me
Branching off, the road winds east
Deluxe locations just near completion
Come dine with wine, an oyster feast
The pearls are real, have one for free
They’re washed up by the foam waved sea