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AC-CENT-CHU-ATE THE POSITIVE
Music by Harold Arlen & Lyrics by Johnny Mercer
(c) 1944 (renewed) Harwin Music 

  

The lyrics to this song do not appear here because MPL Music Publishing Inc. OBO Harwin Music Corporation, while generously allowing me to post them free of charge, restricted the length of time the lyrics could appear here, which time has expired.

If you want the lyrics you can google them in an instant.

Sorry I couldn’t legally print them here.

 

 

I FEEL SO SMOOCHIE
By Phil Moore
(c) 1947 Songwriters Guild
All Rights Reserved    Used By Permission 

 

I feel so smoochie, when you hold my hand and look in my eyes
I feel so smoochie, when you touch my lips then I realize
That to hold you near makes rainbows appear and
Life is just one long kiss
And the moon looks down, and the stars kinda frown and say
Golly, just look what we missed

I feel so smoochie, when the night is cold, it’s always warm here with you
I feel so smoochie, when a seat for one becomes a loveseat for two
And I know my career starts and ends right here
Right in your loving arms
Smoochie little girl me, smoochie old character you

I feel so smoochie, when you hold me tight and muss up my hair
I feel so smoochie, a romantic song becomes a love affair
And a ride in our Jeep while the city’s asleep
Ends with parking at some dark curb
And a sleepy old bird whispers ‘round the word
And says Quiet, please don’t disturb

I feel so smoochie, when I dream all day of loving you at night
I feel so smoochie, people say I’m wrong, but I feel so right
And I know my career starts and ends right here
Right in your loving arms
Smoochie little girl me, smoochie old character you

I feel so smoochie, when you hold me tight and muss up my hair
I feel so smoochie, a romantic song becomes a love affair
And a ride in our Jeep while the city’s asleep
Ends with parking at some dark curb
And a sleepy old bird whispers ‘round the word
And says Quiet, please don’t disturb

I feel so smoochie, when I dream all day of loving you at night
I feel so smoochie, people say I’m wrong, but I feel so right
And I know my career starts and ends right here
Tight in your loving arms
Smoochie little girl me, smoochie old character you,
Oh smoochie old character you

 

 

COLD WATER
By Tom Waits & Kathleen Brennan
(c) 1999 Jalma Music
All Rights Reserved    Used By Permission

 

Well I woke up this morning with the cold water, the cold water, the cold water
Well I woke up this morning with the cold water, with the cold water, with the cold

Police at the station and they don’t look friendly, they don’t look friendly, they don’t look friendly
Well the police at the station and they don’t look friendly, well they don’t look friendly, well they don’t

Blind or crippled, sharp or dull, I’m reading the bible by a 40 watt bulb
What price freedom, the dirt is my rug
Well I sleep like a baby with the snakes and the bugs

Well the stores are open but I ain’t got no money, ain’t got no money, I ain’t got no money,
Well the stores they’re open but I ain’t got no money, well ain’t got no money, well I ain’t.

But I found an old dog and he seems to like me, well he seems to like me, he seems to like me
Well I found an old dog and he seems to like me, well he seems to like me, well he seems

I seen those fellas with the cardboard signs, scrape up a little money buy a bottle of wine
Pregnant women, Vietnam vets, I said beggin’ on the freeway’s ‘bout as hard as it gets

Well I slept in the graveyard it was cool and still, it was cool and still, it was cool and still,
Well I slept in the graveyard it was cool, it was still, it was cool and still, it was cool.

Slept all night in a cedar grove, I was born to ramble I was born to rove
Some men are searching for that holy grail
Well there ain’t nothin’ sweeter than riding the rails

I look forty-seven, but I’m twenty-four,
They shooed me away from here the time before
Turned their backs and they locked their doors
I’m watchin’ tv through the window of a furniture store

Well I woke up this morning with the cold water, with the cold water, the cold water
Well I woke up this morning with the cold water, with the cold water, with the cold.

 

 

YOU CAN’T LOSE A BROKEN HEART
Music by James P. Johnson & Lyrics by Flournoy E. Miller
(c) 1949 Filmtrax Copyright Holdings Inc. OBO EMI Mills Music Inc.
Used Without Permission
If anybody at EMI would care to respond to my requests to post these lyrics, I’d love to hear from you!
abby@abbysagenda.com

 

Don’t lose your head and lose your guy,
You can’t lose a broken heart
If you ever break up, try to make up
It’s tough to make a brand new start

Take a walk, think it over
While strolling ‘neath the moon
Don’t say things in December
You’ll regret in June

Weigh your remarks before you speak
Or you’ll be sorry soon
Don’t be erratic, be diplomatic
To keep your hearts in tune

Cruel harsh words often spoken
Will upset your apple cart
Don’t lose your head and lose your guy
‘Cause you can’t lose a broken heart

Take a walk and think it over
While strolling ‘neath the moon
Don’t say things in December
You will regret in June

Weigh your remarks before you speak
Or you’ll be sorry soon
Don’t be erratic, be diplomatic
To keep your hearts in tune

Cruel harsh words often spoken
Will upset your apple cart
So don’t lose your head and lose your guy
‘Cause you can’t lose a broken heart
No you can’t, you can’t lose a broken heart

 

 

MIND YOUR OWN BUSINESS
By Hank Williams
(c) 1949 Sony/ATV Acuff Rose Music

The lyrics to this song do not appear here because Sony/ATV wanted me to pay $150 (more than 3 times what I paid in royalties for the tune) for the privilege of posting the lyrics for 3 months, with the added provision that the lyrics could not be copied, pasted or printed.

Right.

If you want the lyrics you can google them in an instant.

Sorry I couldn’t legally print them here.

 

 

LOVE YOU MADLY

By Duke Ellington & Luther L. Henderson, Jr.

(c) 1950 Sony/ATV Harmony

The lyrics to this song do not appear here because Sony/ATV wanted me to pay $150 (more than 3 times what I paid in royalties for the tune) for the privilege of posting the lyrics for 3 months, with the added provision that the lyrics could not be copied, pasted or printed.

Right.

If you want the lyrics you can google them in an instant.

Sorry I couldn’t legally print them here.

 

 

MEAN TO ME
By Fred E. Ahlert & Roy Turk
(c) 1929 (Renewed) Cromwell Music, Inc., New York, NY,
Fred Ahlert Music Corp., Nashville, TN and Pencil Mark Music, Inc., New York, NY
All Rights Reserved    Used By Permission

 

Mean to me, why must you be mean to me?
Gee honey it seems to me, you love to see me cryin’
I don’t know why
I stay home each night when you say you’ll phone
You don’t and I’m left alone, singing the blues and sighin’

You treat me coldly, each day in the year
You always scold me, whenever somebody is near, dear

It must be great fun to be mean to me
You shouldn’t forget, you see, what you mean to me

You treat me coldly, each day in the year
You always scold me, whenever somebody is near, dear

 It must be great fun to be mean to me
Gee honey, can’t you see, what you mean to me?

 

 

FRANKIE & JOHNNY
traditional

 

Frankie and Johnny were lovers
Oh lordy how they could love
They swore to be true to each other
As true as the stars above

He was her man, but he done her wrong

Frankie had plenty of money
Spent it all on Johnny they say
Bought him a watch, a diamond ring
And a new suit every day

He was her man, but he done her wrong

Frankie one day took a train ride
Way down to Tennessee
When she got back, she went to her shack
But no Johhny could she see

He was her man, but he done her wrong

Frankie went down to the gin mill
Found Johnny with a big blonde
She filled his head with hot 44 lead
And his soul, well it went marching on

He was her man, but he done her wrong

Johnny learned all about women
Too late to do him much good
He’s got a new suit to wear now
But his overcoat is made of wood

He was her man, but he done, he done her wrong

 

 

CAREFUL IN THE KITCHEN
By Abby Sheldon-Dean
(c) 2007
All Rights Reserved       

 

Don’t put your fingers on the wrong side of the knife
Don’t put your fingers on the wrong side of the knife
Don’t put your fingers on the wrong side of the knife
Or you may be without fingers for life

Be careful, careful in the kitchen
Be careful, be careful what you do
Be careful, be careful in the kitchen
‘Cause I like a man who is just like you

Don’t get stupid when there’s water boilin’ in the pot
Don’t get stupid, honey, you know that water’s hot
Don’t get stupid when there’s water boilin’ in the pot
Or you’ll be all third-degree and scarred and whatnot

Oh be careful, careful in the kitchen
Be careful, be careful what you do
Be careful, be careful in the kitchen
‘Cause I like a man who is just like you

Don’t cook that crab, he ain’t movin’ anymore
Don’t cook that crab, baby, he ain’t movin’ anymore
Don’t cook that crab, I mean it, he ain’t movin’ anymore
Or you’ll wind up an outline on the floor

Oh be careful, be careful in the kitchen
Be careful, be careful what you do
Careful, be careful in the kitchen
‘Cause I like a man who is just like you

Don’t put your fingers on the wrong side of the knife
Don’t put your fingers on the wrong side of the knife
Don’t put your fingers on the wrong side of the knife
Or you may be without fingers for life

Be careful, be careful in the kitchen
Be careful, be careful what you do
Be careful, be careful in the kitchen
‘Cause I like a man, I like a man, I like a man who is just like you

 

 

ORANGE COLORED SKY
By Milton DeLugg and Willie Stein
(c) 1950 Amy Dee Music
All Rights Reserved    Used By Permission

 TO MR. MILTON DELUGG, WHO NOT ONLY ALLOWED US TO POST THE LYRICS HERE, BUT MOST GRACIOUSLY WAIVED HIS ROYALTIES ON THE CD, THANK YOU SO VERY MUCH!!! 

 

I was walkin’ along minding my business
When out of an orange colored sky
Flash!  Bam!  Alacazam!
Wonderful you came by

I was hummin’ a tune, drinking in sunshine
When out of that orange colored view
Flash! Bam! Alacazam!
I got a look at you.

One look and I yelled Timber!
Watch out for flying glass!
‘Cause the ceiling fell in, and the bottom fell out,
I went into a spin and I started to shout
This is it, I’ve been hit

I was walkin’ along minding my business
When love came and hit me in the eye.
Flash!  Bam!  Alacazam!
Out of an orange colored sky

One look and I yelled Timber!
Watch out for flying glass!
‘Cause the ceiling fell in, and the bottom fell out,
I went into a spin and I started to shout
This is it, I’ve been hit

I was walkin’ along minding my business
When love came and hit me in the eye.
Flash!  Bam!  Alacazam!
Out of an orange colored, purple striped
Pretty green polka dotted sky
Flash!  Bam!  Alacazam and good-bye!

 

 

DO NOTHIN’ TILL YOU HEAR FROM ME
Music by Duke Ellington & Lyrics by Bob Russell
(c) 1943 Sony/ATV Harmony

The lyrics to this song do not appear here because Sony/ATV wanted me to pay $150 (more than 3 times what I paid in royalties for the tune) for the privilege of posting the lyrics for 3 months, with the added provision that the lyrics could not be copied, pasted or printed.

Right.

If you want the lyrics you can google them in an instant.

Sorry I couldn’t legally print them here.

 

 

DIRT IN THE GROUND
By Tom Waits & Kathleen Brennan
(c) 1992 Jalma Music
All Rights Reserved    Used By Permission

 

What does it matter, a dream of love or a dream of lies?
We’re all gonna be the same place when we die
Your spirit don’t leave knowin’ your face or your name
Wind through your bones is all that remains

And we’re all gonna be, yeah, yeah
I said we’re all gonna be, yeah, yeah
I said we’re all gonna be, yeah, yeah
I said we’re all gonna be just dirt in the ground

Quill from a buzzard, the blood writes the word
I want to know am I the sky or the bird?
‘Cause hell’s boilin’ over, and heaven is full
We’re chained to the world and we all gotta pull

And we’re all gonna be, yeah, yeah
I said we’re all gonna be, yeah, yeah
I said we’re all gonna be, yeah, yeah
I said we’re all gonna be just dirt in the ground

Now the killer he was smilin’, nerve made of stone
Climbed the stairs and the gallows groaned
And the people’s hearts were pounding, they were throbbing, they were red
As he swung out over the crowd I heard the hangman said

And we’re all gonna be, yeah, yeah
I said we’re all gonna be, yeah, yeah
I said we’re all gonna be, yeah, yeah
I said we’re all gonna be just dirt in the ground

Now Cain slew Abel, killed him with a stone
Sky cracked open and the thunder groaned
Along this river of flesh, can these dry bones live?
Ask a king or a beggar, and the answer he’ll give is

And we’re all gonna be, yeah, yeah
I said we’re all gonna be, yeah, yeah
I said we’re all gonna be, yeah, yeah
I said we’re all gonna be just dirt in the ground