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The Puppini Sisters
The Puppini Sisters


Информация
Откуда London, England
Жанры A Cappella
Pop
Jazz
Swing
Годы 2004—н.в.
Лейблы Verve Records
Universal Classics and Jazz Music
Сайт Website
Состав
Marcella Puppini
Stephanie O'Brien
Kate Mullins



Альбом The Puppini Sisters


Betcha Bottom Dollar (31.07.2006)
31.07.2006
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Americano (Recitative)
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(scat “bung, bung, bung, bung..........)

Mr. Sandman, bring me a dream (bung, bung, bung, bung)
Make him the cutest that I've ever seen (bung, bung, bung, bung)
Give him two lips like roses and clover (bung, bung, bung, bung)
Then tell him that his lonesome nights are over.
Sandman, I'm so alone
Don't have nobody to call my own
Please turn on your magic beam
Mr. Sandman, bring me a dream.

(scat “bung, bung, bung, bung.….)

Mr. Sandman, bring me a dream
Make him the cutest that I've ever seen
Give him the word that I'm not a rover
Then tell him that his lonesome nights are over.
Sandman, I'm so alone
Don't have nobody to call my own
Please turn on your magic beam
Mr. Sandman, bring me a dream.

(scat “bung, bung, bung, bung)

Mr. Sandman (male voice: “Yesss?) bring us a dream
Give him a pair of eyes with a “come-hither” gleam
Give him a lonely heart like Pagliacci
And lots of wavy hair like Liberace
Mr Sandman, someone to hold (someone to hold)
Would be so peachy before we're too old
So please turn on your magic beam
Mr Sandman, bring us, please, please, please
Mr Sandman, bring us a dream.

(scat “bung, bung, bung, bung….)

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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. he's 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 the 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 toodlie-a-da-toot.
He blows it eight to the bar in boogie rhythm.
He can't blow a note unless a bass and guitar
Is playin' with him.
And the 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 played his boogie woogie bugle
He was busy as a busy bee.
And when he played he made the company jump eight to the bar.
He's the boogie woogie bugle boy of Company B.

Andata toodliata-toodliata toot toot
He blows it eight to the bar.
He can't blow a note if a bass and guitar
Isn't with him.
And 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 it goes when someone gives him a beat.
Woah, woah, he wakes 'em up when he plays reveille.
The boogie woogie bugle boy of Company B.

A root, a toot, a toodli-a-da to toot toot toot
He's blowin' eight to the bar.
Yeah, he can't blow a note if a bass and guitar
Isn't, woah, with him.
And the company jumps when he plays reveille.
He's the boogie woogie bugle boy of Company B

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I love coffee, I love tea
I love the java jive and it loves me
Coffee and tea and the java and me
A cup, a cup, a cup, a cup, a cup (boy!)

I love java, sweet and hot
Whoops Mr. Moto, I'm a coffee pot
Shoot me the pot and pour me a shot
A cup, a cup, a cup, a cup, a cup

Oh slip me a slug from the wonderful mug
And Ill cut a rug just snug in a jug
A sliced up onion and a raw one
Draw one -
Waiter, waiter, percolator

I love coffee, I love tea
I love the java jive and it loves me
Coffee and tea and the java and me
A cup, a cup, a cup, a cup, a cup

Boston bean (soy beans)
Green bean (cabbage and greens)
I'm not keen about a bean
Unless it is a chili chili bean (boy!)

I love java sweet and hot
Whoops Mr. Moto I'm a coffee pot (yeah)
Shoot me the pot and Ill pour me a shot
A cup, a cup, a cup (yeah)

Slip me a slug of the wonderful mug
an Ill cut a rug just as snug in a jug
Drop a nickel in the pot joe
Takin it slow
Waiter, waiter, percolator

I love coffee, I love tea
I love the java jive and it loves me
Coffee and tea and the java and me
A cup, a cup, a cup, a cup, boy!

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Of all the boys I've known and I've known some
Until I first met you I was lonesome
And when you came in sight, dear my heart grew light
And this ol' world seemed new to me

You're really swell, I have to admit you
These are the expressions that really fit you
And so I've racked my brain, hoping to explain
All the things that you do to me

Bei Mir Bist Du Schon, please let me explain
Bei Mir Bist Du Schon, means you're grand
Bei Mir Bist Du Schon, again I'll explain
It means you're the fairest in the la-a-a-and

I could say bella bella, even sir-ir wunderbar
Each language only helps me tell you how grand you are
I've tried to explain, Bei Mir Bist Du Schon
So kiss me and say you understand

Bei Mir Bist Du Schon
You've heard it all before but let me try to explain
Bei Mir Bist Du Schon, means that you're grand
Bei Mir Bist Du Schon
It's such an old refrain and yet I should explain
It means I am begging for your hand

I could say bella bella, even sir-ir wunderbar
Each language only helps me tell you how grand you are

Re-dee, re-dee, re-dee, re-dee, re-dee, re-dee

I could say bella bella, even sir-ir wunderbar
Each language only helps me tell you how grand you are
I've tried to explain, Bei Mir Bist Du Schon
So kiss me and say that you will understand...

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Out on the wiley, windy moors
We'd roll and fall in green.
You had a temper like my jealousy:
Too hot, too greedy.
How could you leave me,
When I needed to possess you?
I hated you. I loved you, too.

Bad dreams in the night
They told me I was going to lose the fight,
Leave behind my wuthering, wuthering
Wuthering Heights.

Heathcliff, don't you know that it's me, it's Cathy, I've come home.
I'm so cold, let me in-a-your window.

Heathcliff, it's me, Cathy, I've come home.
I'm so cold, let me in-a-your window.

Ooh, it gets dark! It gets lonely,
On the other side from you.
I pine a lot. I find the lot
Falls through without you.
I'm coming back, love,
Cruel Heathcliff, my one dream,
My only master.

Too long I roamed in the night.
I'm coming back to his side, to put it right.
Leave behind my wuthering, wuthering
Wuthering Heights,

Heathcliff, don't you know that it's me, it's Cathy, I've come home.
I'm so cold, let me in-a-your window.

Heathcliff, don't you know that it's me, it's Cathy, I've come home.
I'm so cold, let me in-a-your window.

Ooh! Let me have it.
Let me grab your soul away.
Ooh! Let me have it.
Let me grab your soul away.
You know it's me--Cathy!

Heathcliff, don't you know that it's me, it's Cathy, I've come home.
I'm so cold, let me in-a-your window.

Heathcliff, don't you know that it's me, it's Cathy, I've come home.
I'm so cold, let me in-a-your window.
Let me in-a-your window
Let me in-a-your window
Let me in-a-your window
Let me in-a-your window

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I don't care what the weather man says,
When the weatherman says it's raining,
You'll never hear me complaining,
I'm certain the sun will shine,
I don't care how the weather vane points,
When the weather vane points to gloomy,
It's gotta be sunny to me, when your eyes look into mine; oh
Jeepers Creepers! Where'd ya get those peepers?
Jeepers Creepers! Where'd ya get those eyes?
Gosh all git up! How'd they get so lit up?
Gosh all git up! How'd they get that size?
Golly gee! When you turn those heaters on,
Woe is me!
Got to get my cheaters on, Jeepers Creepers!
Where'd ya get those peepers? On! Those weepers!
How they hypnotize!
Where'd ya get those eyes?

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First I was afraid
I was petrified
Kept thinking I could never live
without you by my side
But I spent so many nights
Just thinking how you did me wrong
And I grew strong
And I learned how to carry on
and so you're back
from outer space
I just walked in to find you here
with that sad look upon your face
I should have changed my stupid lock
I should have made you leave your key
If I had known for just one second
you'd be back to bother me

Go on now go walk out the door
just turn around now
'cause you're not welcome anymore
weren't you the one who tried to hurt me with goodbye
you think I'd crumble
you think I'd lay down and die
Oh no, not I
I will survive
as long as i know how to love
I know I will stay alive
I've got all my life to live
I've got all my love to give
and I'll survive
I will survive

It took all the strength I had
not to fall apart
kept trying hard to mend
the pieces of my broken heart
and I spent oh so many nights
just feeling sorry for myself
I used to cry
Now I hold my head up high
and you see me
somebody new
I'm not that chained up little person
still in love with you
and so you felt like dropping in
and just expect me to be free
now I'm saving all my loving
for someone who's loving me

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Americano

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Americano

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I'm so tired
of falling in love
Finding it easier
to fall out
I can't deny it
I feel it inside
I'll keep its fire
you can't hide

I'm falling in love again
ain't nothing I can do
Falling in love again
this time it's with you
When I fall
it's always the same
and I'm so tired
of playing this game

It's so long now
since I gave up my heart
I've kept the light down
I don't wanna get it hard
So let me tell you now
I just wanna be sure
that you won't hurt me
Can you promise me that?

Falling in love again
ain't nothing I can do
Falling in love again, girl
and this time it's with you
When I fall
it's always the same
and I'm so tired
of playing this game

Got to tell me if you're gonna break my heart
If you don't wanna take the chance
And if it ain't true, all it's gonna be
is nothing but a poor romance
So, give me that promise to hold on now
I'll never let you go
I've got to have something go on, oh
then you know now

Falling in love again
ain't nothing I can do
Falling in love again, girl
this time it's with you
When I fall
it's always the same
and I'm so tired
of playing this game, yeah

(Falling in love)
Falling in love again
(Falling in love)
Falling in love again
(Falling in love)
Falling in love again
(Falling in love)

Falling in love again
ain't nothing I can do
Falling in love again, girl
this time it's with you
When I fall
it's always the same
and I'm so tired
of playing this game




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Once i had a love
and it was a gas
it soon turned out
he had a heart of glass
seemed like the real thing
only to find
a bunch of mis-trust
love's gone behind

once i had a love
and it was devine
soon turned out
i was losing my mind
seemed like the real thing
but I was so blind
a bunch of mis trust
love's gone behind

in between
what i find is pleasing
and I'm feeling fine
love is so confusing
there's no piece of mind
if I fear i'm losing you
it's just no good
you teasing me like you do

once i had a love
and it was a gas
it soon turned out
that he had a heart of glass
seemed like the real thing
only to find
a bunch of is-trust
love's gone behind

lost inside
a door of illusion
and I cannot hide
I'm the one you're using
please don't push me aside
we could have made it cruising
yeah

you're riding high
amongst your bluish lies


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When the rumba rhythm starts to play
Dance with me, make me sway
Like a lazy ocean hugs the shore
Hold me close, sway me more

Like a flower bending in the breeze
Bend with me, sway with ease
When we dance you have a way with me
Stay with me, sway with me

Other dancers may be on the floor
Dear, but my eyes will see only you
Only you have the magic technique
When we sway I go weak

I can hear the sounds of violins
Long before it begins
Make me thrill as only you know how
Sway me smooth, sway me now

Other dancers may be on the floor
Dear, but my eyes will see only you
Only you have the magic technique
When we sway I go weak

I can hear the sounds of violins
Long before it begins
Make me thrill as only you know how
Sway me smooth, sway me now
You know how
Sway me smooth, sway me now




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Panic on the streets of London
Panic on the streets of Birmingham
I wonder to myself
Could life ever be sane again
On the Leeds side-streets that you slip down
I wonder to myself
Don't you know that hopes may rise on the Grasmeres
But Honey Pie, you're not safe here
So you run down
To the safety of the town
But there's panic on the streets of Carlisle
Dublin, Dundee, Humberside
I wonder to myself
Burn down the disco
Hang the blessed D.J.
Because the music that they constantly play
It says nothing to me about my life
Hang the blessed D.J.
Because the music they constantly play
On the Leeds side-streets that you slip down
On the provincial towns that you jog 'round
Hang the D.J, Hang the D.J, Hang the D.J
Hang the D.J, Hang the D.J, Hang the D.J
Hang the D.J, Hang the D.J, Hang the D.J
Hang the D.J, Hang the D.J, Hang the D.J




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I got the heebies
I got the heebie jeebies
And I'm talking about
Got the Heebie Jebbie Blues
We fall in love
Come on now just a little bit joy say
Baby don't ya know
Come on show it
And we don't feel Blue
Say come on down, and do that dance
called the heebie, heebie jeebie dance
called the heebie jeebie dance

I've been having 'em
Having 'em all day long
I've got the heebies
But I can't go wrong
Cos when I got them, I just roll along
Now listen everybody, while I sing my song
I'm talking 'bout the dance that makes you shake your shoes
The dance that gives your folks
The heebie jeebie blues
It's called the heebie jeebie dance
The heebie jeebie dance

OH! I got the heebies
I got the heebie jeebies
And I'm talking about
Got the Heebie Jebbie Blues
We fall in love
Come on now just a little bit joy say
Baby don't ya know
Come on show it
And we don't feel Blue
Say come on down, and do that dance
called the heebie, heebie jeebie dance
called the heebie jeebie dance

Baby Don't ya know
Come on show it
And we don't feel Blue
Say come on down, and do that dance
called the heebie jeebie dance young man
Called the heebie jeebie dance

OH! I got the heebies
I got the heebie jeebies
And I'm talking about
Got the Heebie Jebbie Blues
We fall in love
Come on now just a little bit joy say
Baby don't ya know
Come on show it
And we don't feel Blue
Say come on down, and do that dance
called the heebie, heebie jeebie dance
called the heebie jeebie dance

I got the heebie jeebies
What ya doing with the heebies?
Man I got those heebies

Got those heebies, the heebie jeebie blues...




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Who's the loveòy daddy with the beautiful eyes
What a pair o' lips, I'd like to try 'em for size
I'll just tell him, "Baby, won't you swing it with me"
Hope he tells me maybe, what a wing it will be
So, I said politely "Darlin' may I intrude"
He said "Don't keep me waitin' when I'm in the mood"

First he held me lightly and we started to dance
Then he held tightly what a dreamy romance
And he said "Hey, baby, it's a quarter to three
There's a mess of moonlight, won't cha share it with me"
"Well" I answered "Baby, don't cha know that it's rude
To keep my sisters waitin' when they're in the mood"

In the mood, that's what he told me
In the mood, and when he told me
In the mood, my heart was skippin'
It didn't take me long to say "I'm in the mood now"

In the mood for all his kissin'
In the mood his crazy lovin'
In the mood what I was missin'
It didn't take me long to say "I'm in the mood now"

First he held me lightly and we started to dance
Then he held tightly what a dreamy romance
And he said "Hey, baby, it's a quarter to three
There's a mess of moonlight, won't cha share it with me"
"Well" I answered "Baby, don't cha know that it's rude
To keep my sisters waitin' when they're in the mood"

In the mood, that's what he told me
In the mood, and when he told me
In the mood, my heart was skippin'
It didn't take me long to say "I'm in the mood now"

In the mood for all his kissin'
In the mood his crazy lovin'
In the mood what I was missin'
It didn't take me long to say "I'm in the mood now"

In the mood... (scat)
In the mood... (scat)
In the mood... (scat)
In the mood... (scat)
In the mood... (scat)
In the mood... (scat)
In the mood... (scat)
In the mood... (scat)
In the mood... (scat)
In the mood... (scat)
In the mood... (scat)
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