01. I will talk and Hollywood will listen
02. Mack the knife
03. Somethin' stupid (met Nicole Kidman)
04. Do nothing 'till you hear from me
05. It was a very good year (met Frank Sinatra)
06. Straighten up and fly right
07. Well did you Evah? (met Jon Lovitz)
08. Mr. Bojangles
09. One for my baby
10. Things (met Jane Horrocks)
11. Ain't that a kick in the head?
12. They can't take that away from me (met Rupert Everett)
13. Have you met Miss Jones?
14. Me and my shadow (met Jonathan Wilkes)
15. Beyond the sea
Japan:
16. The lady is a tramp
17. That's life
...::: I will talk and Hollywood will listen :::...
R.
Williams & G. Chambers
I wouldn't be so alone
If they knew my name in every home
Kevin Spacey would call on the phone
But I'd be too busy
Come back to the old five and dime
Cameron Diaz give me a sign
I'd make you smile all the time
And your conversation would compliment mine
I will talk and Hollywood will listen
See them bow and my every word
Mr Spielberg look just what you're missing
Doesn't that seem a litte obsurd
Bow at my every word
Buy up the rights to my book
Live on a ranch from what the box office took
I'll go and visit the set
They'll call me their saviour
All other people will scorn the celebrity
Lives on the moon
But, I'll be back home in June
To promote the sequel
I will talk and Hollywood will listen
See them bow and my every word
Mr Spielberg look just what you're missing
Doesn't that seem a litte obsurd
Bow at my every word
...::: Mack the knife
:::...
M. Blitzstein & K. Weill & B. Brecht
Oh the shark has pretty teeth,
dear
And he shows them pearly white
Just a jack knife has MacHeath, dear
And he keeps it out of sight
When the shark bites with his teeth, dear
Scarlet billows start to spread
Fancy gloves though wears MacHeath, dear
So there's not a trace of red
On the sidewalk, Sunday morning
Lies a body oozing life
Someone's sneaking round the corner
Is the someone Mack the knife?
From a tug boat by the river
A cement bag's dropping down
The cement's just for the weight, dear
Bet you Mack is back in town
Louie Miller disappeared, dear
After drawing out his cash
And MacHeath spends like a sailor
Did our boy do something rash?
Sukey Tawdry, Jenny Diver
Polly Peachum, Lucy Brown
Oh the line forms on the right, dear
Now that Mack is back in town
...::: Somethin' stupid (met Nicole Kidman)
:::...
C. Parks
I know I stand in line
Until you think you have the time
To spend an evening with me
And if we go someplace to dance
I know that there's a chance
You won't be leaving with me
Then afterwards we drop into a quiet little place
And have a drink or two
And then I go and spoil it all
By saying something stupid
Like I love you
I can see it in your eyes
That you despise the same old lines
You heard the night before
And though it's just a line to you
For me it's true
And never seemed so right before
I practice every day to find some clever
lines to say
To make the meaning come through
But then I think I'll wait until the evening
gets late
And I'm alone with you
The time is right
Your perfume fills my head
The stars get red
And oh the night's so blue
And then I go and spoil it all
By saying something stupid
Like I love you
I love you...
...::: Do nothing 'till you hear from me :::...
D. Ellington & B. Russell
Do nothing till you hear from me
Pay no attention to what's said
Why one should tear the seam of anyone's dream
Is over my head
Do nothing till you hear from me
At least consider our romance
If you should take the word of others you've heard
I haven't a chance
True, I've been seen with someone new
But does that mean that I'm untrue?
While we're apart, the words in my heart
Reveal how I feel about you
Some kiss may cloud my memory
And other arms may hold a thrill
But please do nothing till you hear it from me
And you never will!
...::: It was a very good year (met Frank Sinatra)
:::...
E. Drake
When I was seventeen, it was a
very good year
It was a very good year for small
town girls and soft summer nights
We'd hide from the light on the village green when I was seventeen
When I was twenty-one, it was a very good year
It was a very good year for city
girls who lived up the stairs
With perfume hair that came undone
when I was twenty-one
When I was thirty-five, it was a very good year
It was a very good year for blue-blooded
girls of independent means
We'd ride in limousines. Their chauffeurs
would drive when I was thirty-five
But now the days are short, I'm in the
autumn of the year
and now I think of my life as vintage
wine from fine old kegs
From the brim to the dregs. It poured
sweet and clear. It was a very good year
...::: Straighten up and fly right :::...
N. King Cole & I. Mills
A buzzard took a monkey for a ride
in the air
The monkey thought that everything
was on the square
The buzzard tried to throw the monkey
off his back
The monkey grabbed his neck and said
"Now listen, Jack..."
Straighten up and fly right
Straighten up and fly right
Straighten up and fly right
Cool down, papa, don't you blow your top
Ain't no use in divin'
What's the use in jivin'?
Straighten up and fly right
Cool down, papa, don't you blow your top
The buzzard told the monkey
You're chokin' me
Release your hold and I'll set you free
The monkey looked the buzzard right
dead in the eye and said
Your story's so touching, but it sounds
jes' like a lie
Straighten up and fly right
Straighten up and stay right
Straighten up and fly right
Cool down, papa, don't you blow your top
Straighten up and fly right
Straighten up and stay right
Straighten up and fly right
Cool down, papa, don't you blow - your - top
Fly right!
...::: Well did you Evah? (met Jon Lovitz)
:::...
C. Porter
Have you heard?
The coast of Maine just got caught in a hurricane?
Well did you evah?
What a swell party this is!
Have you heard that poor dear Blanche got run down by an avalanche?
Well, did you evah?
What a swell party this is!
What daiquiris!
What sherry, please!
What burgundy!
What pommery!
Have you heard?
Professor Munch ate his wife and divorced his lunch?
Well, did you evah?
What a swell party this is!
Missus Smith in her new Hup crossed the bridge when the bridge was up,
Well, did you evah?
What a swell part this is!
What brandy, wow!
What whiskey, here's how!
What gin and what beer,
will you sober up, dear?
...::: Mr. Bojangles
:::...
J. Jeff Walker
I knew a man Bojangles
And he'd dance for you
In worn out shoes
With silver hair a ragged shirt
And baggy pants
He would do the old soft shoe
He would jump so high
Jump so high
Then he lightly touch down
He told me of the time he worked with
Minstrel shows travelling
Throughout the south
He spoke with tears of fifteen years
How his dog and he
They would travel about
But his dog up and died
He up and died
And after twenty years he still grieved
He said I dance now
At every chance in the Honky Tonks
For my drinks and tips
But most the time I spend
Behind these country bars
You see on I drinks a bit
Then he shook his head
Oh lord when he shook his head
I could swear I heard someone say please
Mister Bojangles
Call him Mister Bojangles
Mister Bojangles come back and dance please
Come back and dance again Mr. Bojangles
...::: One for my baby
:::...
H. Arlen & J. Mercer
It's quarter to three,
There's no one in the place 'cept you and me
So set 'em' up Joe
I got a little story I think you should know
We're drinking my friend
To the end of a brief episode
Make it one for my baby
And one more for the road
I got the routine
Put another nickel in the machine
Feeling so bad
Can't you make the music easy and sad
I could tell you a lot
But you gotta to be true to your code
Just make it one for my baby
And one more for the road
You'd never know it
but buddy I'm a kind of poet
And I've got a lot of things I'd liketo say
And when I'm gloomy, won't you listen to me
Till it's all, all talked away
Well, that's how it goes
And Joe I know you're gettin' anxious to close
So Thanks for the cheer
I hope you didn't mind
My bending your ear
But this torch that I found
It's gotta be drowned
Or it soon might explode
So make it one for my baby
And one more for the road
...::: Things (met Jane Horrocks)
:::...
B. Darin
Ev'ry night I sit here by my
window (window)
Starin' at the lonely avenue (avenue)
Watching lovers holdin' hand 'n' laughin' (laughin')
And thinkin' 'bout the things we used to do
Chorus:
(Thinkin' of things) Like a walk in the park
(Things) Like a kiss in the dark
(Things) Like a sailboat ride
(Yeah-yeah) What about the night we cried?
Things like a lover's vow
Things that we don't do now
Thinkin' 'bout the things we used to do
Memories are all I have to cling to (cling to)
And heartaches are the friends I'm talkin' to (talkin' to)
When I'm not thinkin' of-a just how much I love you (love you)
Well, I'm-a thinkin' 'bout the things we used to do
Chorus
I still can hear the jukebox softly playin' (playin')
And the face I see each day belongs to you (belongs to you)
Though there's not a single sound and there's nobody else around
Well, it's-a just me thinkin' of the things we used to do
Chorus
And the heartaches are the friends I'm talkin' to
Ya got me thinkin' 'bout the things we used to do
Fade:
Starin' at the lonely avenue
...::: Ain't that a kick in the head? :::...
S. Cahn & J. van Heusen
How lucky can one guy be?
I kissed her and she kissed me.
Like the fella once said:
"Ain't that a kick in the head?"
The room was completely black,
I hugged her and she hugged back.
Like a sailor said quote:
"Ain't that a hole in a boat?"
My head keeps spinnin',
I go to sleep and keep grinnin'
If this is just the beginnin'
My life is gonna be beautiful.
I've sunshine enough to spread,
It's just like the fella said.
Tell me quick,
ain't that a kick in the head?
Like the fella once said:
"Ain't that a kick in the head?"
Like the sailor said quote:
"Ain't that a hole in a boat?"
My head keeps spinnin',
I go to sleep and keep grinnin'
If this is just the beginnin'
My life is gonna be beautiful.
She's telling me we'll be wed,
She's picked out a king size bed,
I couldn't feel any better or I'd be sick.
Tell me quick,
Oh, ain't that a kick...?
Tell me quick,
ain't that a kick in the head?
...::: They can't take that away from me (met Rupert Everett)
:::...
G. & I. Gershwin
There are many many crazy things
That will keep me loving you
And with your permission
May I list a few
The way you wear your hat
The way you sip your tea
The memory of all that
No they can't take that away from me
The way your smile just beams
The way you sing off key
The way you haunt my dreams
No they can't take that away from me
We may never never meet again, on that bumpy road to love
But I'll always, always keep the memory of
The way you hold your knife
The way we danced till three
The way you changed my life
No they can't take that away from me
...:::
Have you met Miss Jones? :::...
L. Hart & R. Rodgers
Have you met Miss Jones?" someone
said as we shook hands
She was just Miss Jones to me
And then I said, "Miss Jones, you're a girl who understands
I'm a man who must be free."
And all at once I lost my breath, and all at once was scared to death
And all at once I owned the earth and sky
And now I've met Miss Jones, and we'll keep on meeting till we die
Miss Jones and I
(Musical interlude)
And all at once I lost my breath, and all at once was scared to death
And all at once I owned the earth and the sky
Now I've met Miss Jones, and we'll keep on meeting till we die
Miss Jones and I, Miss Jones and I, Miss Jones and I
...::: Me and my shadow (met Jonathan Wilkes)
:::...
D. Dreyer & A. Jolson & B. Rose
[spoken]
[Robbie: (american accent)] Johnny and Robbie
[Jonathon:] What you talking like that for, you're from Stoke!
[Robbie:] I dunno but I can't stop here pally
Like the wallpaper sticks to the wall
Like the seashore clings to the sea
Like you'll never get rid of your shadow
You'll never get rid of me
Let all the others fight and fuss
Whatever happens, we've got us.
(Me and my shadow)
We're closer than pages that stick in a book
We're closer than ripples that flow in a brook
(Strolling down the avenue)
Wherever you find him, you'll find me, just look
Closer than a miser or the bloodhounds to Liza
Me and my shadow
We're closer than smog to all of L.A.
We're closer than Ricky to confessing he's gay??
Not a soul can bust this team in two
We stick together like glue
And when it's sleeping time
That's when we rise
We start to swing
Our clocks don't chime
What a surprise
They ring-a-ding-ding!
Happy New Year!
(Me and my shadow)
And now to repeat what I said at the start
They'll need a large crowbar to break us apart
We're alone but far from blue
Before we get finished, we'll make the town roar
We'll hit a few late spots, and then a few more
We'll wind up at Stringy's and maybe ? show
Life is gonna be we-wow-whee!
For my shadow and me!
[spoken]
[Jonathon:] Can we do that again
[Robbie:] No, I'm too tired
[Jonathon:] Please Rob
[Robbie:] No, I'm swung out
[Jonathon:] I'll give you some money
[Robbie:] I don't need money
[Jonathon:] What about a cup of tea
[Robbie:] Not thirsty
[Jonathon:] I'll won't tell anyone you're gay.
[Both Laugh]
Before we get finished, we'll make the town roar
We'll hit all the late spots, and then a few more
We'll wind up at Stringy's and maybe ? show
Life is gonna be we-wow-whee!
For my shadow and me!
...::: Beyond the sea
:::...
C. Trenet & J. Lawrence
Somewhere beyond the sea
Somewhere waiting for me
My lover stands on golden sands
And watches the ships that go sailing
Somewhere beyond the sea
He's watching for me
If I could fly like birds on high
Then straigt to his arms I'd go sailing
It's far beyond a star, it's near beyond the moon
I know beyond a doubt
My heart will lead me there soon
We'll meet beyond the shore
We'll kiss just as before
Happy we'll be beyond the sea
And never again I'll go sailing
Some sailing
...::: The
lady is a tramp :::...
R. Rodgers & L. Hart
She gets too hungry, for dinner at
eight
She likes the theater, and never comes late
She'd never bother, with people she'd hate
That's why the lady is a tramp
Doesn't like crap games, with barons or earls
Won't go to Harlem, in ermine and pearls
Won't dish the dirt, with the rest of the girls
That's why the lady is a tramp
She likes the free, free fresh wind in her hair
Life without care
She's broke, but it's o'k
She hates California, it's cold and it's damp
That's why the lady is a tramp
She gets far too hungry, to eat for dinner at eight
She adores the theater, and she doesn't arrives late
She'd never bother, with people she'd hate
That's why the lady is a tramp
Won't have a dice game, with any barons or earls
She will never go to Harlem, dessed in ermine and pearls
And she won't dish the dirt, with all the other girls
That is why the lady is a tramp
She loves the free, free, fresh wind in her hair
Life without care
She's broke
Hates California, 'cause it's so cold and so damp
That's why the lady
That's why the lady
That's why the lady is a tramp
...::: That's life
:::...
K. Gordon & D. Kay
That's life (that's life), that's
what all the people say
You're ridin' high in April, shot down in May
But I know I'm gonna change that tune
When I'm back on top, back on top in June
I said that's life (that's life), and as funny as it may seem
Some people get their kicks stompin' on a dream
But I don't let it, let it get me down
'cause this fine old world, it keeps spinnin' around
I've been a puppet, a pauper, a pirate, a poet, a pawn and a king
I've been up and down and over and out and I know one thing
Each time I find myself flat on my face
I pick myself up and get back in the race
That's life (that's life), I tell you I can't deny it
I thought of quitting, baby, but my heart just ain't gonna buy it
And if I didn't think it was worth one single try
I'd jump right on a big bird and then I'd fly
I've been a puppet, a pauper, a pirate, a poet, a pawn and a king
I've been up and down and over and out and I know one thing
Each time I find myself layin' flat on my face
I just pick myself up and get back in the race
That's life (that's life), that's life and I can't deny it
Many times I thought of cuttin' out but my heart won't buy it
But if there's nothin' shakin' come this here July
I'm gonna roll myself up in a big ball a-and die
My, my!