Tall and tan and young and lovely
The girl from Ipanema goes walking and
When she passes, each one she passes goes…
They turn their heads and watch her til she’s gone,
Lord have mercy, Baby’s got her bluejeans on…
Oh they’ll love to watch her strut
Oh they’ll kill to make the cut
They love to watch her strut
Yeah love to watch her strut
Watch her strut
Stray cat strut I’m a ladies cat
I’m a feline Casanova hey man that’s that
Get a shoe thrown at me from a mean old man
Get my dinner from a garbage can
Pretty woman,
Walking down the street,
Pretty woman,
One I’d like to meet…
Hey, if you happen to see the most beautiful
girl that walked out on me
Tell her I’m sorry
Tell her I need my baby
Oh won’t you tell her, that I love her
Hey there lonely girl, lonely girl,
Let me make your broken heart like new…
This is for all the lonely people
Thinking that life has passed them by
Don’t give up
Until you drink from the silver cup
And ride that highway in the sky
All the lonely people
Where do they all come from?
All the lonely people
Where do they all belong?
We lie about each other’s drinks
We live without each other
Thinking what anyone would do
Without me and you
It’s like I told you
Only the lonely can play
I can’t get over how she set me free,
Old lonesome me…
I’m so lonely, I’m Mr. Lonely
I have nobody
To call my own
One is the loneliest number that you’ll ever do
Two can be as bad as one
It’s the loneliest number since the number one
And it’s one, two, three,
What are we fighting for?
Don’t ask me, I don’t give a damn,
Next stop is Vietnam;
And it’s five, six, seven,
Open up the pearly gates,
Well there ain’t no time to wonder why,
Whoopee! we’re all gonna die.
1-2-3, oh, that’s how elementary
It’s gonna be
C’mon, let’s fall in love,
It’s easy (it’s so easy)
Like takin’ candy (like takin’ candy)
From a baby
And my number is Beechwood 4-5789,
You can call me up and have a date any old time.
Numbers I got by the dozen,
Everyone’s uncle and cousin,
But, I can’t live without buzzin’
Pennsylvania six, five thousand…
Home could be the Pennsylvania Turnpike,
Indiana’s early morning dew,
High up in the hills of California,
Home is just another word for you.
Home where my thoughts escaping,
Home where my music’s playing,
Home where my love lies waiting silently for me…
How do you keep the music playing?
How do you make it last?
How do you keep the song from fading too fast?