Тексты песен «Phil Harris»

Bill Jackson was a poor old dub Who joined the Darktown Poker Club But cursed the day he told them he would join His money used to go like it had wings If he yelled queens, someone had kings And each night he would...

Everybody wants to be a cat, Because a cat's the only cat Who knows where it's at. Tell me everybody's pickin' up on that feline beat, 'cause everything else is obsolete. A square with a horn, Makes you wish you...

I was born on a farm out in Ioway A flaming youth Who was bound that he'd fly away I packed my grip And I grabbed my saxophone Can't read notes but I play anything by ear I made up tunes on the sounds that I used to...

Now I'm a fella with a heart of gold, The ways of a gentleman, I've been told. The kind of a guy that wouldn't even harm a flea But if me and a certain character met That guy that invented that cigarette I'd murder that...

Won't you come with me to Alabamy Let's go see my dear old mammy She's frying eggs and broilin' hammy That's what I like about the south Now there you can make no mistaky Where those? never shaky Ought to taste her...

Look for the bare necessities The simple bare necessities Forget about your worries and your strife I mean the bare necesseties Old Mother Nature's recipes That bring the bare necessities of life Wherever I wander...

While I was walking down the beach one bright and sunny day I saw a great big wooden box a-floatin? in the bay I pulled it in and opened it up and much to my surprise Ooh, I discovered a boom-boom-boom, right before my...

I like a cheech-a-cheech-chee-roni Like they make at home Or a healthy fish with the big backbone I'm Abraham deLacy Giuseppe Casey Thomas O'Malley O'Malley, the alley cat I've got that wanderlust Gotta walk the...