Альбом Bette Midler

Jumping with my boy, Sid
right here in the city.
Don't you know that is was grand?
Really grand, so grand.
And then you came along,
then you came along, boy.
And sang your groovy song,
sang a song and I asked:

Mr. Whatchacallem, whatcha doing tonight?
Hope you're in the mood
because I'm feeling just right.
How's about a corner
with a table for two?
Where the music's mellow
is a gay rendezvous.
There's no chance romancing
with a blue attitude.
You know you got to do some dancing
to get in the mood.

Mr. Watchacallem, I'm indebted to you.
You're here. It goes to show what good influence can do.
Never felt so happy or so fully alive.
He's a jam a jumpin', it's a powerful jive!
Swing-a-roo is giving me a new attitude.
My heart is full of rhythm
and I'm in the mood.

In the mood (oh boy) be mine forever.
In the groove (that boy) and leave me never.
In the mood (oh joy) give me some kissing.
You know it won't be long
before you're in the mood!

Don't be rude, I love you madly.
It's up to you, I'll take you gladly.
Love is blind, my vision's hazy.
It didn't take me long to say
I'm in the mood!

Do ba do ba do bop boo da da day.
Ba da-n-da da-n do da-n do day.
Who's that guy with the beautiful eyes?
'N' look at those lips, I'd try 'em for size.
Hey! Swing with me!
What a wing it'd be!
May I intrude? It's time to dance
and I'm in the mood!

Oh, hold me darling, let's dance.
What a dreamy romance.
It's a quarter to three.
There's a mess-o-that moon.
Let's share it with me.
You know, I think it's rude
to keep me this way
when I'm in the mood.
I'm in the mood, in the groove!
In the mood, ah, ah, ah!

Man-oh-man, wow!
Like, you really got me lookin'.
Oh, and you really got me cookin', oh!

My heart went flip, my brain went skip.
I said c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon.
I'm hot now! Oh boy! I love you madly!
Right now! Oh boy! I'll take you gladly!
Tight now! Oh boy! I'll be in!
And now I'm really in the mood, boy!

Rompin'! Stompin'! Smokin'!
Why don't we go somewhere and smooch, boy?

It's got to be right now!
It's gotta be right now!
It's got to be right now!
I'm only saying that it didn't take me long,
didn't take me long, didn't take me long
to say I'm in the mood.
Your flat foot floozy wants a good boy!

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.

Now write this down!

I'll never be your beast of burden.
My back is broad, but it's a' hurtin'.
All I want is for you to make love to me.

I'll never be your beast of burden.
I walk for miles, my feet are hurtin'.
All I want is for you to make love to me.

What's the matter with me?
Ain't I hot enough? Ain't I rough enough?
Ain't I rich enough? I'm not too blind to see. Ohh, ohhh.

I'll never be your beast of burden.
So let's go home and draw the curtains.
Put some music on the radio.
C'mon, baby, make some love to me.

Oh, what's the matter with me?
Ain't I hot enough? Ain't I rough enough?
Ain't I rich enough? I'm not too blind to see. Ohh, ohhh.

My little sister is a pretty pretty girl.
My little sister is a pretty pretty girl.
She loves to ride. She loves to crawl.
They love to take her out behind the garden wall.

And when they're done they just throw her away.
And she don't have an awful lot to say.
It hurts her so bad to come to the end.
I re, I remember all the times she spent sayin', "Please!"

Ain't I hot enough? Ain't I rough enough?
Ain't I rich enough? I'm not too blind to see. Ohh, ohhh.
Ohh. Ohhhh.

I'll never be your beast of burden.
My back is broad, baby, but it's a' hurtin'.
And all I want is you to make love to me.

What's the matter, what's the matter with me?
Ain't I hot enough? Oooh, yeah, ain't I rough enough?
Oooh, yeah, ain't I rich enough, rich enough, rich enough,
too blind to see? Too blind, too blind, ohhhh!

I'll never be your beast of burden.
I walk for miles, honey, my feet are hurtin'.
And all I want is you to make love to me

Each day through my window
I watch him as he passes by.
I say to myself, "What an incredible guy."
To have a love like that
must surely be a dream come true.
Out of all the women in the world,
he belongs to only you.

But it was just my imagination
runnin' away with me.
It was just my imagination
runnin' away with me.

Soon we'll be married
and raise a family.
A cozy little home out in the country
with two kids or three.

I tell you, I can visualize it all.
This couldn't be a dream
How real it all seems.

Ohh, but it was just my imagination, once again
runnin' away with me.
Tell you it was just my imagination
runnin' away with me.

Every night on my knees I pray:
Dear Lord, hear my plea.
Don't ever let another take his love from me
or I will surely, surely die.

His love is heavenly.
When his arms enfold me
I hear a tender rhapsody.
But in reality
he doesn't even know me.

Once again
runnin' away with me.
Ohh, just my imagination
runnin' away with me.

It was just my imagination
runnin' away with me.
It was just my imagination
running away with me.

Just my imagination
runnin' away with me

Some say love, it is a river
That drowns the tender reed
Some say love, it is a razor
That leaves your soul to bleed

Some say love, it is a hunger
An endless, aching need
I say love, it is a flower
And you, it's only seed

It's the heart, afraid of breaking
That never learns to dance
It's the dream, afraid of waking
That never takes the chance

It's the one who wont be taken
Who cannot seem to give
And the soul afraid of dyin'
That never learns to live

When the night has been too lonely
And the road has been too long
And you think that love is only
For the lucky and the strong

Just remember, in the winter
Far beneath the bitter snow
Lies the seed, that with the sun's love
In the spring, becomes the rose

"When he held me in his arms,
when he held me in his arms and said,
"Baby, baby, baby, you are the only one for me."

When a man loves a woman,
can't keep his mind on nothing else.
He'll trade the world
for the good thing he found.
Yeah, if she's bad, he can't see it.
She can do no wrong.
Turn his back on his best friend
if he put her down.

When a man loves a woman,
spend his very last dime
tryin' to hold on to what he needs.
He'll give up all his comforts,
go out and sleep out in the rain,
if she says, "Baby, that is how it's gonna be."

When a man loves a woman,
gives her everything that he has,
tryin' to hold on to her precious love,
cryin, "Baby, baby please don't treat me bad."

When a man loves a woman
down deep in his soul,
she can bring him such misery.
Yeah, she's bad, but, oooh,
he's the last one to know.
Lovin' eyes don't ever see.

So, this man says he loves me, he loves me.
He gives me everything, everything,
everything that he has,
tryin' to hold on to my precious love,
cryin', "Baby, baby, baby, don't you, don't you
treat me, treat me bad."
Ohhhh . . . yeah.

When a man loves a woman
he can do her no wrong.
He could never hold another girl.
Oh, you tell me you love me, baby,
and gonna hold me tight.
Baby, baby, this is a man's world.
No, no.
Oh, baby, a change is gonna come down
in this man's world.

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.

Once I was a sentimental thing;
threw my heart away each spring.
Now a spring romance
hasn't got a chance.
Promised my first dance to winter.
All I've got to show's a splinter
for my little fling.

Spring this year has got me feeling
like a horse that never left the post.
I lie in my room
staring up at the ceiling.
Spring can really hang you up the most.

Morning's kiss wakes trees and flowers,
and to them I'd like to drink a toast.
But I walk in the park
just to kill the lonely hours.
Spring can really hang you up the most.

All afternoon the birds twitter-twitt.
I know the tune. This is love, this is it.
Heard it before
and don't I know the score.
And I've decided that spring is a bore.

Love seems sure around the new year.
Now it's April. Love is just a ghost.
Spring arrived on time,
only what became of you, dear?
Spring can really hang you up the most.
Spring can really hang you up the most.

Love came my way. I thought it would last.
We had our day, now it's all in the past.
Spring came along, a season of song,
full of sweet promise
but something went wrong.

Doctors once prescribed a tonic.
Sulfur and molasses was the dose.
Didn't help one bit.
My condition must be chronic.
Spring can really hang you up the most.

All alone, the party is over.
Old man winter was a gracious host.
But when you keep praying
for snow to hide the clover,
spring can really hang you up the most.

We had an apartment in the city.
Me and my husband liked living there.
It's been years since the kids have grown,
a life of their own, left us alone.

John and Linda live in Omaha.
Joe is somewhere on the road.
We lost Davy in the Korean war.
I still don't know what for, don't matter any more.

You know that old trees just grow stronger,
and old rivers grow wilder every day,
but old people, they just grow lonesome
waiting for someone to say,
"Hello in there. Hello"

Me and my husband, we don't talk much anymore.
He sits and stares through the backdoor screen.
And all the news just repeats itself
like some forgotten dream
that we've both seen.

Someday I'll go and call up Judy.
We worked together at the factory.
Ah, but what would I say when she asks what's new?
Say, "Nothing, what's with you?
Nothing much to do."

You know that old trees just grow stronger,
and old rivers grow wilder every day,
ah, but, but old people, they just grow lonesome
waiting for someone to say,
"Hello in There. Hello."

So if you're walking down the street sometime
and you should spot some hollow ancient eyes,
don't you pass them by and stare
as if you didn't care.
Say, "Hello in there. Hello

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...

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.

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

Do you wanna dance, and hold my hand?
Tell me you're my lover man.
Oh baby, do you wanna dance?

We could dance under the moonlight,
hug and kiss all through the night.
Oh baby, tell me, do you wanna dance with me baby?

Do you, do you, do you, do you want to dance?
Do you, do you, do you want to dance?
Do you, do you, do you, do you want to dance with me baby?

Ah, that's right, ah, ah, aaaaaaaah.
Do you want to dance under the moonlight?
Hug me, kiss me, baby, all through the night.
Oh baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, tell me, do you want to dance?

Oh, do you, do you, do you, do you want to dance?
Do you want to dance?
Do you, do you, do you, do you want to dance with me baby?
You got to dance with me baby.
Please dance with me baby

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

From a distance the world looks blue and green,
and the snow-capped mountains white.
From a distance the ocean meets the stream,
and the eagle takes to flight.

From a distance, there is harmony,
and it echoes through the land.
It's the voice of hope, it's the voice of peace,
it's the voice of every man.

From a distance we all have enough,
and no one is in need.
And there are no guns, no bombs, and no disease,
no hungry mouths to feed.

From a distance we are instruments
marching in a common band.
Playing songs of hope, playing songs of peace.
They're the songs of every man.
God is watching us. God is watching us.
God is watching us from a distance.

From a distance you look like my friend,
even though we are at war.
From a distance I just can't comprehend
what all this fighting is for.

From a distance there is harmony,
and it echoes through the land.
And it's the hope of hopes, it's the love of loves,
it's the heart of every man.

It's the hope of hopes, it's the love of loves.
This is the song of every man.
And God is watching us, God is watching us,
God is watching us from a distance.
Oh, God is watching us, God is watching.
God is watching us from a distance.

He was a famous trumpet man from out Chicago way
He had a boogie style that no one else could play
He was the top man at his craft
But then his number came up and he was gone with the draft
He's in the army now, a-blowin' reveille
He's the boogie woogie bugle boy of Company B

They made him blow a bugle for his Uncle Sam
It really brought him down because he could not jam
The captain seemed to understand
Because the next day the cap' went out and drafted a band
And now the company jumps when he plays reveille
He's the boogie woogie bugle boy of Company B

A-root, a-toot, a-toot-diddelyada-toot
He blows it eight-to-the-bar, in boogie rhythm
He can't blow a note unless the bass and guitar is playin' with 'im
A-ha-ha-handthe company jumps when he plays reveille
He's the boogie woogie bugle boy of Company B

He was some boogie woogie bugle boy of Company B
And when he plays boogie woogie bugle he was busy as a "bzzzy" bee
And when he plays he makes the company jump eight-to-the-bar
He's the boogie woogie bugle boy of Company B

A Toot-diddelyada, Toot-diddelyada, toot-toot
He blows it eight-to-the-bar
He can't blow a note if the bass and guitar isn't with 'im
A-ha-ha-hand the company jumps when he plays reveille
He's the boogie woogie bugle boy of Company B

He puts the boys to sleep with boogie every night
And wakes 'em up the same way in the early bright
They clap their hands and stamp their feet
Cause they know how he blows when someone gives him a beat
Whoa whoa he breaks it up when he plays reveille
The boogie woogie bugle boy of Company B

A-Root, a toot, a-toot-diddelyada-doot to-to-toot
He blows, eight to the bar
He can blow a note if the bass and guitar isn't Whoa with him
and the company jumps when he plays reveille
He's the boogie woogie bugle boy of Company B!

And I am all alone.
There is no one here beside me.
And my problems have all gone.
There is no one to deride me.

But yah got to have friends.
The feeling's oh so strong.
Yah got to have friends
to make that day last long.

I had some firends but they're gone,
somethin' came and took them away.
And from the dusk 'til the dawn
here is where I'll stay.

Standing at the end of the road, boys,
waiting for my new friends to come.
I don't care if I'm hungry or poor,
I'm gonna get me some of them.

'Cause you got to have friends.
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, friends.
That's right you, oh you, yeah you,
I said you gotta have some friends,
I'm talkin' about friends, that's right, friends.
Friends, friends, friends.

I had some firends, oh, but they're all gone, gone,
somethin' came and snatched them away.
And from the dusk until the ran ran dawn, you know,
here is where I gotta stay, here is where I gotta stay.

And I'm standing at the end of a real long road
and I'm waiting for my new friends to come.
I don't care if I'm hungry or freezin' cold,
I'm gonna get me some of them.

'Cause you gotta have friends,
that's right, friends, friends.
I gotta get my, I gotta get my, I gotta get my,
look around and see all of my friends.
Oh, friends, that's right, friends, friends,
friends, friends, friends, friends, oh,
friends, you gotta have friends . . .

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From Coney Island to The Sunset Strip
Somebody's gonna make a happy trip
Tonight, while the moon is bright

He's gonna have a bag of crazy toys
To give the groanies of the boys and girls
So dig, Santa comes on big

He'll come a callin' when the snows the most
When all you cats are sleepin' warm as toast
And you gonna flip when Old Saint Nick
Takes a lick on the peppernint stick

He'll come a flyin' from a higher place
And fill the stocking by the fire place
So you'll, have a yule that's cool

Yeah, from Coney Island to The Sunset Strip


Somebody's gonna make a happy trip
Tonight, while the moon is bright

He's gonna have a bag of crazy toys
To give the groanies of the boys and girls
So dig, Santa comes on big

He'll come a callin' when the snows the most
When all you cats are sleepin' warm as toast
And you gonna flip when the Old Saint Nick
Takes a lick on the peppernint stick

He'll come a flyin' from a higher place
And fill the stocking by the fire place
So you'll, have a yule that's cool

Have a yule that's cool
Yeah, cool yule