Oh, I believe in you,
I believe in you.
I hear the sound of good
Solid judgment whenever you talk.
Yet, there’s the bold, brave spring
Of the tiger that quickens your walk.
(roar, roar!)
Oh, I believe in you,
I believe in you.
Cheer up, sleepy Jean
Oh, what can it mean
To a daydream believer
And a homecoming queen?
'Cause I’ve seen blue skies through the tears
In my eyes
And I realize, I’m going home
I’m going home
I’m going home
I’m going home
Two of us wearing raincoats
Standing solo in the sun
You and me chasing paper
Getting nowhere on our way back home
We’re on our way home
We’re on our way home
We’re going home
When lonely days turn to lonely nights
You take a trip to the city lights
And take the long way home
Take the long way home
You never see what you want to see
Forever playing to the gallery
You take the long way home
Take the long way home
City of tiny lites
Don’t you wanna go
Hear the tiny auto horns
When they tiny blow
Tiny lightin’
In the storm
Tiny blankets
Keep you warm
Tiny pillows
Tiny sheets
Talkin’ bout those tiny cookies
That the peoples eats
When the lights go down in the City
And the sun shines on the bay
Ooh, I wanna be there in my City, oh
Oh, oh, oh
So you think you’re lonely
Well, my friend, I’m lonely too
I want to get back to my City by the bay
Oh, oh, oh
The loveliness of Paris seems somehow sadly gay,
The glory that was Rome is of another day.
I’ve been terribly alone and forgotten in Manhattan.
I’m going home to my city by the bay.
I Left My Heart in San Francisco – Tony Bennett
Sitting in a park in Paris France
Reading the news and it sure looks bad
They won’t give peace a chance
That was just a dream some of us had
Still a lot of lands to see
But I wouldn’t want to stay here
It’s too old and cold and settled in its ways here
Oh but California
I was lost in France
In the fields the birds were singing
I was lost in France
And the day was just beginning
As I stood there in the morning rain
I had a feeling I can’t explain
I was lost in France in love
Lost in France, Bonnie Tyler
I was a free man in Paris
I felt unfettered and alive
There was nobody calling me up for favors
And no one’s future to decide
You know I’d go back there tomorrow
But for the work I’ve taken on
Stoking the star-making machinery
Behind the popular song
I love Paris in the spring time
I love Paris in the fall
I love Paris in the summer when it sizzles
I love Paris in the winter when it drizzles
There was once a shady dame from Seville
Used to wander 'round the town dressed to kill
And men, if they dared, stood and stared
When she passed their way
The lady knocked 'em out
But there’s no doubt
'Cause they’d shout, “Olé” all day
Seville isn’t that much to shout about
But when she was out traffic stood still
Dressed like a vamp or a Pamplona tramp
She could stampede the menfolk at will
Lydia, oh! Lydia, that “Encyclopedia”
Oh! Lydia, the Queen of tattoo
On her back is the Battle of Waterloo
Beside it the Wreck of the Hesperus too
And proudly above the waves
The Red, White and Blue
You can learn a lot from Lydia
Dirty old river, must you keep rolling
Flowing into the night?
People so busy, make me feel dizzy
Taxi light shines so bright
But I don’t need no friends
As long as I gaze on
Waterloo sunset
I am in paradise
Ol’ man river
That ol’ man river
He must know something
But he don’t say nothing
Cause he just keeps rolling
He keeps rolling along
Big wheel, keep on turning
Proud Mary, keep on burning
Rolling, rolling, rolling on the river
This wheel’s on fire,
Rolling down the road.
Best notify my next of kin
This wheel shall explode.
I’m just sittin’ here watchin’ the wheels go round and round
I really love to watch them roll
No longer ridin’ on the merry-go-round
I just had to let it go
Feelin’ good, can’t be real
Must be dreamin’ ‘bout my drivin’ wheel
Rollin’ on, drivin’ on
Come to me and rock me all night long
We’ve got a roll goin’, too good to stop
Flyin’ high, we’ve got too far to drop
Everybody needs somebody to love
I’ve got you, and that’s love enough
You’re my drivin’ wheel
You’re my drivin’ wheel
You’re my drivin’ wheel