Альбом Bette Midler

Oh when the sun beats down
and burns the tar up on the roof.
And your shoes get so hot,
you wish your tired feet were fireproof.
Under the boardwalk, down by the sea,
on a blanket with my baby is where I'll be.

From the park you hear
happy sounds of the carousel.
You can almost taste the hot dogs
and french fries they sell.
Under the boardwalk, down by the sea,
on a blanket with my baby is where I'll be.

Under the boardwaok, Out of the sun.
Under the boardwalk, We'll be havin' some fun.
Under the boardwalk, People walkin' above.
Under the boardwalk, We'll be fallin' in love
under the boardwalk, boardwalk.

Oooh, la la la la la la.
Oooh, la la la la la la la la la.
Help me somebody, sing some la la's with me.
Under the night, under the stars, down by the raging sea.

Under the boardwalk, down by the sea,
on a blanket with my baby is where I'll be.
On a blanket with my baby is where I'll be.

Under the boardwalk, Out of the sun.
Under the boardwalk, We'll be havin' some fun.
Under the boardwalk, People walkin' above.
Under the boardwalk, We'll be falling in love.
Under the boardwalk, boardwalk. Whew!

Oh, oh, oh, oh

It must have been cold there in my shadow
To never have sunlight on your face
You were content to let me shine, that's your way
You always walked a step behind

So, I was the one with all the glory
While you were the one with all the strain
A beautiful face without a name for so long
A beautiful smile to hide the pain

Did you ever know that you're my hero
And everything I would like to be
I can fly higher than an eagle
For you are the wind beneath my wings

It might have appeared to go unnoticed
But I've got it all here in my heart
I want you to know, I know the truth, of course I know you
I would be nothing without you

Did you ever know that you're my hero
You're everything I wish I could be
I could fly higher than an eagle
For you are the wind beneath my wings

Did I ever tell you you're my hero
You're everything, everything I wish I could be
Oh, and I, I could fly higher than an eagle
For you are the wind beneath my wings
Cause you are the wind beneath my wings

Oh, the wind beneath my wings
You, you, you, you are the wind beneath my wings
Fly, fly, fly away, you let me fly so high
Oh, you, you, you, the wind beneath my wings
Oh, you, you, you, the wind beneath my wings
Fly, fly, so high in the sky
So high, I almost touch the stars
Thank you, thank you, thank God for you
The wind beneath my wings

I'm always a flop at a top-notch affair,
but I've still got my health, so what do I care?
My best ring, alas, is a glass solitaire,
but I still got my health, so what do I care?

By fashion and foppery, I'm never discussed.
Attending the opry, my box would be a bust.
I never shall have that Park Avenue aire,
but I'm in such health, why should I care?

The hip that I shake doesn't make people stare,
but I got such health, what do I care?
The sight of my props never stops a thoroughfare,
but I still got my health, so what do I care?

Your face is your fortune, so some wise men spoke.
My face is my fortune, that's why I'm totally broke.
My ship ain't come in, but I grin while I bear,
'cause I got my vitamins:
A, B, C, D, E, F, G, H
I still have my.
Got no diamonds, got no wealth.
I got no men, but I got my health.

Broken windows and empty hallways,
a pale dead moon in a sky streaked with grey.
Human kindness is overflowing,
and I think it's gonna rain today.

Scarecrows dressed in the latest styles,
the frozen smiles to chase love away.
Human kindness is overflowing,
and I think it's gonna rain today.

Lonely, lonely.
Tin can at my feet,
I think I'll kick it down the street.
That's the way to treat a friend.

Bright before me the signs implore me:
Help the needy and show them the way.
Human kindness is overflowing,
and I think it's gonna rain today.

Lonely, so lonely.
Tin can at my feet,
I think I'll kick it down the street.
That's the way to treat a friend.

Bright before me the signs implore me:
Help the needy and show them the way.
Human kindness is overflowing,
and I think it's gonna rain today.

Otto Titsling, inventor and crout,
had nothing to get very worked up about.
His inventions were failures, his future seemed bleak.
He fled to the opera at least twice a week.

One night at the opera he saw an Aida
who's bust was so big it would often impede her.
Bug-eyed he watched her fall into the pit,
done in by the weight of those terrible tits.

Oh, my god! There she goes!
Aerodynamically this girl was a mess.
Otto eye-balled the diva lying comatose amongst the reeds,
and he suddenly felt the fire of inspiration
flood his soul. He ran back to his workshop
where he futzed and futzed and futzed.

For Otto Titsling had found his quest:
to lift and mold the female breast;
to point the small ones to the sky;
to keep the big ones high and dry!

Every night he'd sweat and snort
searching for the right support.
He tried some string and paper clips.
Hey! He even tried his own two lips!

Well, he stiched, he slaved,
he slaved,he stitched
until finally one night, in the wee hours of morning,
Otto arose from his workbench triumphant.
Yes! He had invented the world's first
over-the-shoulder-boulder-holder. Hooray!

Exhausted but ecstatic Otto ran
out to the diva bearing the prototype in his hot little hand.
Now, the diva did not wanna try the darn thing on.
But, after many initial mishaps,
she finally did.
And the sigh of relief that issued forth
from her mouth
was so loud that it was mistaken by some
to be the early onset of the Seraken Winds
which would often roll through the Schwarzwald
with a vengeance!
Ahhhhh-i!

But little did Otto know,
at the moment of his greatest triumph,
lurking under the diva's bed
was none other than the very worst
of the French patent thieves,
Phillip DeBrassiere.
And Phil was watching the scene
with a great deal of interest!

(music quitens down)
Later that night, while the Brunhilda slept,
into the wardrobe Phillip softly crept.
He fumbled through knickers and corsets galore,
till he found Otto's titsling and he ran out the door.

Crying, "Oh, my god! What joy! What bliss!
I'm gonna make me a million from this!
Every woman in the world will wanna buy one.
I will have all the goods manufactured in Taiwan."

The result of this swindle is pointedly clear:
Do you buy a titsling or do you buy a brassiere?

Bette: Everybody wants to find a love,
somebody, somebody who will always care.
But we get locked up in our own worlds,
with feelings and secrets we're afraid to share.

David: But all I have to do is see you smile,
or maybe, just maybe if I brush your hand;
something happens I cannot explain,
and somehow, oh somehow I can understand.

David: I, I think you're gonna find . . .
Bette: I'm gonna find you.
I'm gonna find you . . .

Bette&David: I know you by heart.
You're so much a part of me.
I know you by heart.
David: Can't you see?

Bette&David: It's no wonder I can love you
the way that I do.
I can finish any sentence you start.
Woah, I know you, I know you by heart.

David: I know every time your gonna call,
I pick up the phone before it ever rings.
Bette: And when you need some lovin', I'll be there
beside you, anticipating everything.

David: Oh, it's like I always said . . .
Bette: You're the one I want.
And all I want is you.
David:I'm inside your head.

Bette&David: I know you by heart.
David: You're so much a part of me.
B&D: I know you by heart.
Bette: Can't you see?

Bette&David:It's no wonder I can love you
the way that I do.
I can finish any sentence you start.
Hey, woah, I know you by heart.
David: I know you by heart.

Bette&David: So much a part of me.
It's no wonder I love you
the way that I do.
I can finish any sentence you start.
I know you, I know you by heart.

I know you by heart.
So much a part of me.
I know you by heart.
So much a part of me.

I know you by heart.
So much a part of me.
I know you by heart.
Yeah, I know you by heart.
You're so much a part of me.
So much a part of me.
I know you by heart.
You're so much a part of me !

You've got to give a little
Take a little
And let your poor heart
Break a little
That's the story of
That's the glory of love...

You've got to laugh a little
Cry a little
Until the clouds
Roll by a little
That's the story of
That's the glory of love...

As long as there's the two of us
We've got the world and all it's charms
And when the world is through with us
We've got each other's arms

You've got to win a little
Lose a little
Yes and always
Have the blues a little
That's the story of
That's the glory of love...

That's the story of
That's the glory of...
Love...

Baby mine, don't you cry
Baby mine, dry your eyes
Rest your head close to my heart
Never to part, baby of mine

Little one, when you play
Don't you mind what they say
Let those eyes sparkle and shine
Never a tear, baby of mine

If they knew all about you
They'd end up loving you, too
All those same people who scold you
What they'd give just for the right to hold you

From your head down to your toes
You're not much, goodness knows
But, you're so precious to me
Sweet as can be, baby of mine

All of those people who scold you
What they'd give just for the right to hold you
From your head down to your toes
You're not much, goodness knows
But, you're so precious to me
Sweet as can be, baby of mine
Baby of mine

I am the captain and this is my shrine.
Lord of the manor. See what I leave behind.
River in flames, cities on fire.
Yes, I'm a relic trapped in the wire.

Hydrogen fuel, it burns so clean,
throbs in the veins; a mother lovin' machine.
She is my wife. Her mechanical heart
constantly serving 'til death do us part.

Now a glorious war draws to a close.
The yellow winds blow. And I have to know.
Oh industry, whatever will become of me?
Soon the cruel rains will start.
Is it true we must part company?
Oh industry, whatever will become of me?
What have I ever done?
Where did I go wrong?

Joined at the hip; pain, hunger and I,
leave our gift to the world 'neath the phosphorous sky.
A labor of love is the truest of all.
But will I be forsaken after the fall?

Now a glorious war draws to a close.
The yellow winds blow. And I have to know.
Oh industry, whatever will become of me?
Nothing after the flood but the fire and the mud's prophecy.
Oh industry, whatever will become of me?
Of me?

Industry, charity, faith, hope.
Industry, charity, faith, hope.
Industry, charity, faith, hope.
Industry, charity, faith, hope.
Industry, charity, faith, hope

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