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Two Sleepy People - Lyrics

Here we are
Out of cigarettes
Holding hands and yawning
Look how late it gets
Two sleepy people by dawn's early light
And too much in love to say goodnight

Here we are
In the cozy chair
Picking on a wishbone
From the Frigidaire
Two sleepy people with nothing to say
And too much in love to break away

Do you remember
The nights we used to linger in the hall?
Father didn't like you at all
Do you remember
The reason why we married in the fall?
To rent this little nest
And get a bit of rest

Well, here we are
Just about the same
Foggy little fella
Drowsy little dame
Two sleepy people by dawn's early light
And too much in love to say goodnight.

--Fats Waller

My Very Good Friend the Milkman Says

My very good friend the milkman says
That I've been losing to much sleep
He doesn't like the hours I keep
And he suggests that you should marry me

("Ah, turn it loose!")

My very good friend the mailman says
That it would make his burden less
If we both had the same address
And he suggests that you should marry me.

Then there's a very friendly fellow who prints
All the latest real estate news
And every day he sends me blueprints
Of cottages with country views

My very good friends the neighbors say
That they've been watching little things I do
And they believe that I love you
So I suggest that you should marry me.

("Ah yes! It's that real estate news, baby! How you like that newsprint, huh? Like them cottages with country views? Well, latch on then!")

My very good friends the neighbors say
That they've been watching little things I do
And they believe that I love you, too.
So I suggest that you should marry me.

("Let the band play, 'Here comes the Bride', and it's on!)

--My Very Good Friend the Milkman
Fats Waller

Christopher Columbus - Fats Waller - Lyrics

Mister Christopher Columbus
Sailed the sea without a compass
When his men began a-rumpus,
Up spoke Christopher Columbus!

There's land somewhere
'Til we get there
We will not go wrong,
If we sail with a song.

Since the world is round-o
We'll be safe and sound-o
'Til our goal is found-o
We'll just keep rhythm-bound-o

Since the crew was making merry,
Mary got up and went home.
There came a yell for Isabel
And they brought on the rum and Isabel.

No more mutiny, no.
What a time at sea!
With diplomacy,
Christopher made history.

Mister Christopher Columbus
He used rhythm as a compass.
Music ended all the rumpus,
wise old Christopher Columbus.

(Latch on Christy, yeah! Uh huh! Yes, yes, yes!)

(Well, looky there!
Christy's grabbed the Santa Maria and he's going back!
Yeah, ahhh looky-there!
In the year 1492,
Columbus sailed the ocean blue... what'd I say?)

Your Feet's Too Big

Who's that walkin' round here, Mercy!
Sounds like baby patter, baby elephant patter that's what I calls it
Say, up in Harlem at a table for two
There were four of us,
me, your big feet, and you
From your ankle up, I'll say you sure are sweet
From there down there's just too much feet
Yes, your feet's too big
Don't want ya, cause ya feet's too big
Can't use ya, cause ya feet's too big
I really hate ya, cause ya feet's too big

(Join in choir)
"Doo wahs etc." (How's that for a vocal, ain't that a killer?)

Where did ya get 'em?

Your girl she likes you, she thinks you're nice
Got what it takes to be in paradise
She likes your face,
She likes your rig,
Man, oh man, them things are too big

Oh, Your feet's too big
Don't want 'cha, cause ya feet's too big
Mad at you, cause your feet's too big
I hate you, cause your feet's too big

My goodness gun the gunboats,
shift shift shift

Oh your pedal extremities are colossal
To me you look just like a fossil
Got me walkin', talkin' and squakin'
Cause your feets too big
Yeah, Come on and walk that thing
Oh I've never heard of such walkin', Mercy
Your pedal extremities really are obnoxious,
one never knows do one.

--Fats Waller Version of Lyrics
(Bensen - Fisher -The Four Inkspots)

All the question marks are places where the original lyric listener just couldn't figure out the word. I'm REALLY bad at deciphering lyrics, and these were super easy. Whoever that person was, s/he needs to get a word of the day calendar or something.

Favorite Lyrics

S’posin’ I should fall in love with you,
Do you think that you could love me too, (you could love well all right that’s great, listen)
S’posin’ I should hold you and caress you,
Would it impress you? (Would it, or would it depress you, huh? Would it, well answer!)

S’posin’ I should say for you I yearn. (Yeah, I yearn, sure I do, YEAH!)
Would you think I’m speaking out of turn? (No I’m not lyin’, I can’t tell a lie, yeah.)

S’posin’ I declare, would you take my love and share it, (hmm?)
I’m not s’posin’, I’m in love with you.

[Come on s’pose w/ me, baby, yeah]

Mmm [Sings nonsense] Hey hey!

S’posin’ I declare, would you take my love and share it?
Oh baby, I’m not s’posin’, I’m in love with you.
Yes, yes, yes!

Thomas Fats Waller, Andy Razaf

More Favorite Lyrics

Though my position is of low-degree
And all the others look down on me.
I’ll go smiling through
That’s if I have you.

I am the happiest of troubadours,
Thinking of your baby while I’m massaging those floors.
At my leisure time,
I made up this rhyme.

I’ll be the oil-mop
If you’ll be the oil.
Then we both could mingle
Everytime we toil.

I will be the washboard,
If you’ll be the tub.
Think of all the Mondays
We can rub-a-dub.

I will be your shoebrush
If you’ll be my shoe.
Then I’ll keep you bright there,
Feeling as good as new.

If you’ll be my razor,
I will be your blade.
That's a porter's love song
To a chambermaid.

[Will you toot it?!]

I will be the dust pan,
If you'll be the broom.
We could work together, baby
All around the room.

I will be your clothes pin.
Be my pulley line.
We'll hang out together,
Mmm, wouldn't that be fine?

[Ĥey, listen] I will be your dish pan,
Provided you’ll be the perfect dish.
We'll meet after meals, dear.
What more could you wish?

I will be your window,
If you’d be my window shade.
That's a porter's love song
To a chambermaid.

Thomas Fats Waller, Andy Razaf

Favorite Lyrics

I'd work for you, I'd even slave for you
I'd be a beggar or a knave for you (whatever that is)
And if that isn't love, it'll have to do
Until the real thing comes along

I'd gladly move the earth for you
To prove my love, dear, and its worth for you
If that isn't love, it will have to do (gotta do)
Until the real thing comes along

With all the words, dear, at my command
I just can't make you understand
I'll always love you, darling, come what may
My heart is yours, what more can I say?
(You want me to rob a bank? Well I won't do it)

I'd even sigh for you, I'm 'bout ready to cry for you
I'd tear the stars down from the skies for you
If that isn't love, it'll have to do, baby, yes
Until the real thing comes along
(Here's the real thing, baby)

- words and music by Mann Holiner, Alberta Nichols, Sammy Cahn,
Saul Chaplin and L. E. Freeman
- as recorded in New York, August 1, 1936, by Fats Waller & his Rhythm

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