Ella Fitzgerald Lyrics
Ella Fitzgerald Lyrics
"Lady is a Tramp Lyrics"
The Windmills of Your Mind Lyrics
Like a circle in a spiral or a wheel within a wheel never ending or beginning on an ever spinning reel Like a snowball on ountain or a carnival balloon or a
Like a circle in a spiral or a wheel within a wheel never ending or beginning on an ever spinning reel Like a snowball on ountain or a carnival balloon or a
I've wined and dined on Mulligan Stew, and never wished for Turkey
As I hitched and hiked and grifted too, from Maine to Albuquerque
Alas, I missed the Beaux Arts Ball, and what is twice as sad
I was never at a party where they honored Noel Ca-ad (Coward)
But social circles spin too fast for me
My "hobohemia" is
Rainin’ In My Heart Lyrics
RAININ’ IN MY HEART Writers Boudleaux Bryant, Felice Bryant The sun is out - the sky is blue there’s not a cloud to spoil the view but it’s raining -
the place to beRAININ’ IN MY HEART Writers Boudleaux Bryant, Felice Bryant The sun is out - the sky is blue there’s not a cloud to spoil the view but it’s raining -
I get too hungry, for dinner at eight
I like the theater, but never come late
I never bother, with people I hate
That's why the lady is a tramp
I don't like crap games, with barons and earls
Won't go to Harlem, in ermine and pearls
Won't dish the dirt, with the rest of the girls
That's why
Season Lyrics
Late summer you walked into my life I remember the autumn, I remember that night That smile on your face, the pale pale moon All good times still left to com
he lady is a trampLate summer you walked into my life I remember the autumn, I remember that night That smile on your face, the pale pale moon All good times still left to com
I like the free, fresh wind in my hair
Life without care
I'm broke, it's o'k
Hate California, it's cold and it's damp
That's why the lady is a tramp
I go to Coney, the beach is divine
I go to ballgames, the bleachers are fine
I follow Winchell, and read every line
That's why the lady
The Master Lyrics
Run! Because the master has sent us We announce the downfall of the riders of evil Feed his ulcer of envy The truth is like a thunderstorm I
is a trampRun! Because the master has sent us We announce the downfall of the riders of evil Feed his ulcer of envy The truth is like a thunderstorm I
I like a prizefight, that isn't a fake
I love the rowing, on Central Park lake
I go to Opera and stay wide awake
That's why the lady is a tramp
I like the green grass under my shoes
What can I lose, I'm flat, that's that
I'm alone when I lower my lamp
That's why the lady is a tramp