EBB, Fred

EBB, Fred

Kiss Of The Spider Woman

Sooner or later, you're certain to meet

In the bedroom, the parlor,

or even the street

There's no place on earth

you're likely to miss

Her kiss

Sooner or later, in sunlight or gloom

When the red candles flicker,

she'll walk in the room

And the curtain will shake

and the fires will hiss

Here comes her kiss

And the moon grows dimmer

At the tide's low ebb

And her black beads shimmer

And you're aching to move

but you're caught in the web

Of the Spider Woman

In her velvet cape

You can scream

But you cannot escape

Sooner or later, your love will arrive

And she touches your heart,

you're alert and alive

But there's only one pin

that can puncture such bliss

Her kiss

Sooner or later, you'll bathe in success

And your minions salute,

they say nothing but "Yes!"

But your power is empty,

it fades like the mist

Once you've been kissed

And the moon grows dimmer

At the tide's low ebb

And your breath comes faster

And you're aching to move

but you're caught in the web

Of the Spider Woman

In her velvet cape

You can run

You can scream

You can hide

But you cannot escape

New York, New York

Start spreadin' the news

I'm leavin' today

I want to be a part of it

New York, New York

These vagabond shoes

Are longing to stray

Right through the very heart of it

New York, New York

I want to wake up

In a city that doesn't sleep

And find I'm king of the hill

Top of the heap

These little-town blues

Are melting away

I'll make a brand new start of it

In old New York

If I can make it there

I'll make it

Anywhere

It's up to you

New York, New York

I want to wake up in a city

That never sleeps

And find I'm a number one

Top of the list

King of the hill

A number one

These little town blues

Are melting away

I'm gonna make a brand new start of it

In old New York

And if I can make it there

I'm gonna make it anywhere

It's up to you

New York, New York

All that jazz

Come on, babe

Why don't we paint the town?

And all that jazz

I'm gonna rouge my knees

And roll my stockings down

And all that jazz

Start the car

I know a whoopee spot

Where the gin is cold

But the piano's hot!

It's just a noisy hall

Where there's a nightly brawl

And all that jazz

And all that jazz

And all that jazz

Slick your hair

and wear you buckle shoes

And all that jazz

I hear that Father Dip

Is gonna blow the blues

And all that jazz,

Hold on, hon'

We're gonna bunny hug

I bought some aspirin

Down at United Drug

In case you shake apart

And wanna brand new start

To do that- jazz!

Find a flask

We're playing fast and loose

And all that jazz

Right up here

Is where I store the juice

And all that jazz

Come on, babe

We're gonna brush the sky

I betcha Lucky Lindy

never flew so high

'Cause in the stratosphere

How could he lend an ear

To all that jazz?

Oh, you're gonna see your

Sheba shimmy shake

And all that jazz

Oh, she's gonna shimmy

Till her garters break

And all that jazz

Show her where to park her girdle

Oh, her mother's blood'd curdle

(If she'd hear her baby queer)

For all that jazz

All that jazz

Come on, babe

Why don't we paint the town?

And all that jazz

(And all that jazz)

I'm gonna rouge my knees

And roll my stockings down

And all that jazz

(And all that jazz)

Start the car

I know a whoopee spot

Where the gin is cold

But the piano's hot!

It's just a noisy hall

Where there's a nightly brawl

And all that jazz

No, I'm no one's wife

But, oh, I love my life

And all that jazz

That jazz

Tomorrow Belongs to Me

The sun on the meadow is summery warm.

The stag in the forest runs free.

But gather together to greet the storm.

Tomorrow belongs to me.

The branch of the linden is leafy and green,

The Rhine gives its gold to the sea.

But somewhere a glory awaits unseen.

Tomorrow belongs to me.

The babe in his cradle is closing his eyes

The blossom embraces the bee.

But soon, says a whisper;

"Arise, arise,

Tomorrow belongs..."

To me!

Money Song
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Money makes the world go ‘round

The world go ‘round

Money makes the world go ‘round

It makes the world go 'round.

A mark, a yen, a buck, or a pound

A buck or a pound

Is all that makes the world go ‘round,

That clinking clanking sound

Can make the world go 'round.

…..

If you haven't any coal in the stove

And you freeze in the winter

And you curse on the wind

At your fate

When you haven't any shoes

On your feet

And your coat's thin as paper

And you look thirty pounds

Underweight.

When you go to get a word of advice

From the fat little pastor

He will tell you to love evermore.

But when hunger comes a rap,

Rat-a-tat, rat-a-tat at the window...

…..

Money makes the world go ‘round
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