Альбом Bette Midler

Youґll never know just how much I miss you.
Youґll never know just how much I care.
And if I tried, I still couldnґt hide my love for you.
You oughtta know, for havenґt I told you so
a million or more times?

You went away and my heart went with you.
I speak your name in my every prayer.
If there is some other way to prove that I love you,
I swear I donґt know how.
Youґll never know if you donґt know now.

This ole house once knew my children.
This ole house once knew my life.
This ole house was home and comfort
as we lived through storm and strife.
This ole house once rang with laughter.
This ole house heard many shouts.
Now she trembles in the darkness
when the lightning walks about.

Ain't a-gonna need this house no longer.
Ain't a-gonna need this house no more.
Ain't got time to fix the shingles.
Ain't got time to fix the floor.
Ain't got time to oil the hinges,
nor to mend the window panes.
Ain't a-gonna need this house no longer.
I’m a-gettin' ready to meet the saints.

This ole house is gettin' shaky.
This ole house is gettin' old.
This ole house lets in the rain.
This ole house lets in the cold.
On my knees I’m gettin' shaky,
but I feel no fear or pain,
'cause I see an angel peekin'
through a broken window pane.

I ain't a-gonna need this house no longer.
Ain't a-gonna need this house no more.
Ain't got time to fix the shingles.
Ain't got time to fix the floor.
I ain't got time to oil the hinges,
nor to mend the window panes.
Ain't a-gonna need this house no longer.
I’m a-gettin' ready to meet the saints.

This ole house is afraid of thunder.
This ole house is afraid of storms.
This ole house just groans and trembles
when the night wind flings its arms.
This ole house is gettin' feeble.
This old house is needin' paint.
Just like me it's tuckered out,
but I’m a-gettin' ready to meet the saints.

Ain't a-gonna need this house no longer.
Ain't a-gonna need this house no more.
Ain't got time to fix the shingles.
Ain't got time to fix the floor.
I ain't got time to oil the hinges,
nor to mend the window panes.
Ain't gonna need this house no longer.
I’m a-gettin' ready to meet the saints.
I’m gettin' ready to meet the saints.

Bette: "Hey, nice piano playin', Manilla."
Barry: "Thank you, Miss M."
Better: "Whatcha doin' these days?"
Barry: "Makin' records."
Bette: "Really?"
Barry: "Yes, really."
Bette: "Do you still play piano for people?"
Barry: "Well, depends on who."

Bette:
Hmmm, I'm gonna get you
on a slow boat to China,
All to myself alone;
Get you and keep you in my arms evermore;
Leave all the others
waitin' on a faraway shore

Bette & Barry:
Out on the briny
where the moon's big and shiny
melting your heart of stone
I'm gonna get you
on a slow boat to China,
all to myself alone.

Barry:"Bette, I didn't know you felt that way about me."
Bette:"I don't, I need a piano player."
Barry:"Ahh, just like the old days!"
Bette:"You're not gonna change keys on me are yah?"
Barry: "Uh-huh."
Bette: "Ohhhh!"

Bette & Barry:
I'm gonna get you
(you're never gonna get me)
On a slow boat to china
(not in a fast or slow boat at any crick)
All to myself alone
(I just get motion sick)
I'm gonna make you mine
(Ha, you'll have to stand in line!)
Get you and keep you in my band evermore
(now there's a new attack)
leave all the others on the shore
(For me they'd swim to China, to China and back)

Out on the briny
(I wouldn't like the ocean)
Where the moon's big and shiny
(not even in a rowboat)
melting your heart of stone, come on what do yah say?
(Ha, you always get your way)
I'm gonna get you
on a slow boat to China,
all to myself alone, to-ge-ther
All to myself alone

Lately when Iґm in my room all by myself,
in this solitary gloom I call to myself:

Hey there, you with the stars in your eyes,
love never made a fool of you. You used to be too wise.
Hey there, you on that high-flying cloud,
though he wonґt throw a crumb to you, you think some day heґll come to you.

Better forget him, him with his nose in the air.
He's got you dancing on a string. Break it and he wonґt care.

Wonґt you take this advice I hand you like a mother?
Or are you not seeing things too clear?
Are you too much in love to hear?
Is it all goinґ in one ear and out the other?
And out the other?

Hey there, you with the stars in your eyes,
Are you talkin' to me?
love never made a fool of you.
Not until now.
You used to be so wise.
Oh, that was a long time ago.

Hey there,
What?
you on that high-flyin' cloud,
though he wonґt throw a crumb to you,
you think some day heґs gonna come to you.

Woah, better forget him.
Forget him.
He's got his nose in the air.
He's got his nose in the air.
He'll have you dancing on a string.
A puppet on a string.
Break it and he wonґt care.
He won't care for you.

Won't you take this advice I hand you like a mother?
Or are you not seeinґ things too clear?
Are you just too far gone to hear?
Is it all goinґ in one ear and out the other?

The evening breeze caressed the trees tenderly.
The trembling trees embraced the breeze tenderly.
Then you and I came wandering by,
and lost in a sigh were we.
The shore was kissed by sea and mist tenderly.

I canґt forget how two hearts met breathlessly.
Your arms opened wide and closed me inside.
You took my lips, you took my love so tenderly.

Your arms opened wide and closed me inside.
You took my lips, you took my love so tenderly.

Come on-a my house, my house, Iґm-a gonna give you candy.
Come on-a my house, my house, Iґm-a gonna give you
apple and a plum and an apricot or two, ah!

Come on-a my house, my house come on.
Come on-a my house, my house-a come on.
Come on-a my house, my house, Iґm-a gonna give you
figs and dates and grapes and a cake, ah!

Come on-a my house, my house-a come on.
Come on-a my house, my house come on.
Come on-a my house, my house, Iґm-a gonna give you candy.
Come on-a my house, my house, Iґm-a gonna give you everything.

Come on-a my house, my house, Iґm-a gonna give you Christmas tree.
Come on-a my house, my house, Iґm-a gonna give you
marriage ring and a pomegranate, too, ah!

Come on-a my house, my house come on.
Come on-a my house, my house come on.
Come on-a my house, my house Iґm-a gonna give a you
peach and a pear and I love your hair, ah!

Come on-a my house, my house-a come on.
Come on-a my house, my house-a come on.
Come on-a my house, my house, Iґm gonna give you an Easter egg.
Come on-a my house, my house, Iґm-a gonna give you
everything, everything, everything.

Come on-a my house!

A boy went back to Napoli
Because he missed the scenery
The native dancers and the charming songs
But wait a minute, something's wrong

Hey, hey
Now it's hey Mambo, Mambo Italiano
Hey Mambo, Mambo Italiano
Go, go, Joe, you mixed up Sigiliano.
All you Calabrese do the mambo like crazy

And hey Mambo! Don't wanna tarantella
Hey Mambo! No more-a moozzarella
Hey Mambo! Hey Mambo Italiano
Try an enchilada with a fish-a-barcalada.

Hey goombah!
I love-a how you dance rumba.
But take-a some advice paisano,
learn how to mambo.
If you're gonna be a square,
you're never gonna go nowhere.

Hey Mambo, Mambo Italiano!
Hey Mambo, hey Mambo Italiano!
Go, go, Joe, shake-a like a Gioviano.
Hello quesadicha,
you getta happy in the feets-a
when you Mambo Italiano!

Shake-a baby, shake-a,
'cause I love-a when you take-a me.

Hey Jagool!
You don't-a have to go to school,
just make a little beef flambino.
It's-a like-a vino.
Kid you're good-lookin',
but you don't know what's-a cookin' till you
Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!

Shake-a baby, shake-a,
'cause I love it when you take-a me
by the pizzeria down-a where I'm gonna be-a.
Don't ya tell your mama.
Mama's gonna tell-a papa.
There's-a nothin' to it.
Come on baby let's-a do it!

Hey Mambo, Mambo Italiano!
Hey Mambo, Mambo Italiano!
Go, go, Joe, you mixed up Sigiliano.
It's-a so delish-a, everybody gonna preshi-ada.
Mambo Italiano!

Do the mambo!

Both: Sisters, sisters,
There were never such devoted sisters.
Never had to have a chaperone, no sir.
Linda: Iґm here to keep my eye on her.

Both: Caring, sharing
every little thing that we are wearing.
When a certain gentleman arrived from Rome,
Bette: she wore the dress and I stayed home.

Both: All kinds of weather, we stick together,
the same in the rain or sun.
Two different faces, but in tight places
we think and we act as one. Uh-huh!

Those whoґve seen us
know that not a thing can come between us.
Many men have tried to split us up, but no one can.
Lord help the mister who comes between me and my sister,
and Lord help the sister that comes between me and my man.

All kinds of weather, we stick together,
the same in the rain or sun.
Two different faces, but in tight places
we think and we act as one. Uh-huh!

Those whoґve seen us
know that not a thing could come between us.
Many men have tried to split us up, but no one can.
Lord help the mister who comes between me and my sister,
and Lord help the sister who comes between me and my man.

Sisters!
Sisters!
Sisters!
Donґt you come
between me and my man!

Why can't I forget like I should?
Heaven knows I would if I could.
But I just can't keep you off my mind.

Though you're gone, I have to explain,
all around me you still remain.
Wonder why fate should be so unkind?

Waking skies at sunrise,
every sunset, too,
seems to be bringing me
memories of you.

Here and there, everywhere,
scenes that we once knew.
And they all just recall
memories of you.

How I wish I could forget
those happy yesteryears
that have left
a rosary of tears.

Your face beams in my dreams
spite of all I do.
Everything seems to bring
memories of you.
Those memories of you.

Sue wants a barbeque.
Sam wants to boil a ham.
Grace votes for builabaise stew.
Jake wants a weenie bake,
stake and a layer cake.
Heґll get a tummy ache, too.
Weґll rent a tent or teepee.
Let the town cryer cry.
And if itґs RSVP,
this is what Iґll reply:

In the cool, cool, cool of the evenin',
tell 'em Iґll be there.
In the cool, cool, cool of the evenin',
better save a chair.
When the partyґs gettinґ a glow on,
singin' fills the air.
In the shank of the night,
when the doinsґ are right,
well you can tell 'em Iґll be there.

"Oui," said the bumblebee,
"Let's have jubilee."
"When?" said the prairie hen, "Soon?"
"Sure," said the dinosaur.
"Where?" said the grisly bear.
"Under the light of the moon."
"How 'bout your brother, jackass?"
everyone gaily cried.
"You comin' to the fracas?"
"Offer respects," he sighed.

In the coooool of the evenin',
tell 'em Iґll be there.
In the coooool of the evenin',
better save a chair.
When the partyґs gettinґ a glow on,
singin' fills the air.
If I ain't in a clique,
and there's something to pick,
well you can tell 'em Iґll be there.
If I can crawl out of bed
and slap a hat on my head,
well you can tell 'em I'll be there.
If there's room for one more,
and you need me, why sure,
tell 'em, tell 'em I'll be there.

The sun is shining, the grass is green,
the orange and palm trees sway.
There's never been such a day
in Beverly Hills, L.A.

But it's December the twenty fourth,
and I am longing to be up north.

I'm dreaming of a white Christmas,
just like the ones I used to know.
Where the treetops glisten and children listen
to hear sleigh bells in the snow.

I'm dreaming of a white Christmas,
with every Christmas card I write.
May your days be merry and bright,
and may all your Christmases be white.

May your days be merry and bright,
and may all your Christmases,
all your Christmases,
all your Christmases be white.