Тексты песен «Manhattan Transfer»

(Louis Armstrong / Zilner Randolph) Now one time there lived an old man With a very crooked nose He lived inside a log hut And they called him ol' man Mose One dark and dreary morning I knocked upon his door I didn't...

On a little street in Singapore With me - beside a lotus covered door A veil of moonlight on her lovely face How pale the hands that held me in embrace My sails tonight are filled with perfume of Shalimar With temple...

Darkness lights the lamps of old Brazil Deep inside the jungle hearts are still Tigers hide inside alley cats eyes Waiting for you to walk by Underneath this starlight latitude Underneath this tranquil attitude Oh my...

Rosie got religion Learned it on the farm Got to New York City, lined a (censored out) in her arm Got to New York City, Leroy led the way Made her somethin' special doin' business on Broadway One more time around Rosie...

Operator Give me information Information Give me long distance Long distance Give me heaven... (Two, three) Operator Information Give me Jesus on the line Operator Information I'd like to speak to a...

Operator Give me information Information Give me long distance Long distance Give me heaven... (Two, three) Operator Information Give me Jesus on the line Operator Information I'd like to speak to a friend of mine Oh...

Pieces of dreams Islands and oceans Lovers marooned in each other's arms Just you and me The sand and the sea All alone and drifting it seems Floating away on Pieces of dreams Two Robinson Crusoes Castaway hearts...

Poinciana, your branches speak to me of love Pale moon is casting shadows from above Poinciana, somehow i feel the jungle heat Within me, there grows a rhythmic, savage beat. Love is everywhere, its magic perfume...

Poinciana, your branches speak to me of love Pale moon is casting shadows from above Poinciana, somehow I feel the jungle heat Within me, there grows a rhythmic, savage beat. Love is everywhere, its magic perfume...

And when God gave out rhythm He sure was good to you You could add, subtract, multiply and divide by two I know today's your birthday And I did not buy no rose But I'll sing this song instead 'An I call it Popsicle Toes...

And when God gave out rhythm He sure was good to you You could add, subtract, multiply and divide by two I know today's your birthday And I did not buy no rose But I'll sing this song instead 'An I call it Popsicle Toes...

He's got that funny name An' ramblin' that's his game, that's it He's Rambo, talkin' bout Me! We'll see (Piano) They call him Rambo 'cause he's travellin' He don't stay one place His life's a string he keeps unravellin'...

Ray's Rockhouse, that's my joint House of soul, git my point We don't care what's your blues Come in here, lose yo' blues When trouble comes a-knockin' Everything looks better while y'rockin' You don't notice trouble...

By Gene Pistilli and Garry Sherman (From the Paramount film "Been Down So Long, It Looks Like Up To Me") Keep your hands in your pockets Speak easy when you talk Whistle while you're workin' Shuffle when you walk Let...

You know I'd chase the roll around Louisiana 'Til I finally got her down in New Orleans I could not be told nobody keep a hold on Rosianna So I guess I'd better show 'em what I mean The man don't live in Louisiana To...

If you ever Plan to motor west Travel my way, take the highway that's the best Get your kicks on Route 66 It winds from Chicago to LA More than two thousand miles all the way Hey, get your kicks on Route 66 Now you go...

I'm going under I'm slipping fast Just like a drowning woman I keep turning over my past I need a touch of some tender sweet love The kind to pull me through I'm like a ship that's lost on the ocean, a callin' out to...

Look it here Safronia had a guy that died pneumonia In the state of California, if you'd like t'know I want a little girl to be all mine in the wintertime When the rain starts raining an' the snow starts snowin' you...

You better watch out You better not cry You better not pout I'm tellin' you why Santa Claus is comin' to town He's makin' a list Checkin' it twice Gonna find out who's naughty or nice Santa Claus is comin' to town

Lyrics for "Santa Claus Is Coming To Town" by Haven Gillespie, Music by J. Fred Coots Lyrics for "Santa Man" by Alan Paul You better watch out You better not cry You better not pout I'm tellin' you why Santa Claus is...