I’m leavin’ on a jet plane
Don’t know when I’ll be back again…
Jet
Jet
Jet
I can almost remember their funny faces
That time you told them you were going to marrying soon
And Jet I thought the only lonely place was on the moon
Streets full of people, all alone
Roads full of houses, never home
Church full of singing, out of tune
Everyone’s gone to the moon.
-“BB”-
Moonlight becomes you, it goes with your hair
You certainly know the right thing to wear
Moonlight becomes you, I′m thrilled at the sight
And I could get so romantic tonight
You’re all dressed up to go dreaming
Now don′t tell me I’m wrong
And what a night to go dreaming
Mind if I tag along?
Moonlight Becomes You. Bing Crosby
We like our fun and we never fight
You can’t dance and stay uptight
It’s a supernatural delight
Everybody was dancin’ in the moonlight
My grandpa he’s 95
He keeps on dancin’ he’s still alive
My grandma she’s 92
She loves to dance and sing some too
I don’t know but I’ve been told
If you keep on dancin’
You’ll never grow old
So come darling put a pretty dress on
We’re going to go out tonight
Put on your red dress, baby
Lord, we goin’ out tonight
Put on your red dress, baby
Lord, we goin’ out tonight
And wear some boxin’ gloves
In case some fool might wanna fight
Oooooohhh, yeah
I wanna go to paradise
My devil in a red dress
Why you never come to me
I’m looking for something in red,
Like the one that I wore when I first turned his head.
Strapless and sequined and cut down to there,
Just a size larger than I wore last year,
A guaranteed number to knock a man dead…
Something in Red – Lorrie Morgan
-“BB”-
Big old Ruby Red Dress
Wanders 'round the town
Talking to herself now
Sometimes sitting down
Don’t you get too close now
Ruby runs away
Poor old Ruby Red Dress
Born on a sorry day
I can hear her say
Mama washed and combed and curled my hair
And she painted my eyes and lips
Then I stepped into a satin dancin’ dress
That had a split on the side clean up to my hip
It was red velvet trim and it fit me good
Standin’ back from the lookin’ glass
There stood a woman where a half-grown kid had stood
She said, “Here’s your one chance, Fancy, don’t let me down.
Here’s your one chance, Fancy, don’t let me down.”
And mama said to me, child, what’s happened to your appetite?
I’ve been cookin’ all morning, and you haven’t touched a single bite
That nice young preacher, Brother Taylor, dropped by today
Said he’d be pleased to have dinner on Sunday, oh, by the way
He said he saw a girl that looked a lot like you up on Choctaw Ridge
And she and Billy Joe was throwing somethin’ off the Tallahatchie Bridge
Did you hear what mama said?
(Dick Shawn in the movie It’s a Mad, Mad, Mad, Mad World, sampled in Jeff Beck’s “What Mama Said.”)
Mama said there’ll be days like this,
There’ll be days like this, my Mama said.
Mama Said – The Shirelles
-“BB”-
Questi giorni quando vieni il belle sole
la la la la la-la-la-la la la la la
On days like these when skies are blue and fields are green
I look around and think about what might have been
and then I hear sweet music float around my head
as I recall the many things we left unsaid
its on days like these that I remember
singing songs and drinking wine
while your eyes played games with mine
Red, red wine goes to my head
Makes me forget that I still need her so
Red, red wine, it’s up to you
All I can do I’ve done
Memories won’t go, memories won’t go
I’d have sworn that with time
Thoughts of you leave my head
I was wrong, now I find
Just one thing makes me forget
I could feel hot flames of fire roaring at my back
As she disappeared, but soon she returned
In her hand was a bottle of wine
In the other, a glass
She poured some of the wine from the bottle into the glass
And raised it to her lips
And just before she drank it, she said…
Lord Almighty
I feel my temperature rising
Higher higher
It’s burning through to my soul
Girl, girl, girl, girl
You’re gonna set me on fire
My brain is flaming
I don’t know which way to go
Your kisses lift me higher
Like a sweet song of a choir
You light my morning sky
With burning love
At night I wake up with the sheets soaking wet
And a freight train running through the middle of my head
Only you can cool my desire
Oh, oh, oh, I’m on fire
I was born in a bass drum
Brought up by a guitar
My mama kept a house of hags
And my daddy dressed in drag
A hot nite in Dallas
Feel the southern wind
A hot nite in Dallas
And the sheets stickin’ to my skin