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
additional lyrics from the quadrophonic version
Tonight you, you got to
dance with me baby.
Please, please, please
dance with me baby.
Please, please, please, please
dance with me baby.
Please, you got to . . .
Bette Midler - The Divine Miss M Album Lyrics
Bette Midler - The Divine Miss M Lyrics
Writer: ROBERT FREEMAN
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Spirit Music Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Spirit Music Group
Chapel Of Love
Woah! Spring is here and the sky is so very blue.
Wo-o-o-oah, birds all sing as if they knew,
today's the day we'll say, "I do,"
and we'll never be lonely anymore.
Because we're goin' to the chapel
and we're gonna get married,
goin' to the chapel
and we're gonna get married,
gee, I really love you
and we're gonna get married,
goin' to the chapel of love.
Bells will ring and the sun is gonna shine.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, I'm gonna be his, he's gonna be mine.
We're gonna love until the end of time,
and we'll never be lonely anymore.
Because we're goin' to the chapel
and we're gonna get married,
goin' to the chapel
and we're gonna get married,
gee, I really love you
and we're gonna get married,
goin' to the chapel of love.
One more time around, oh.
Goin' to the chapel and we're, oh, gonna get married,
goin', goin' to the chapel, baby; we're gonna get married, married,
oh, gee, I really love you, c'mon baby,
we're gonna get married, married,
goin' to the chapel of love.
Oooh, a one more time,
we're goin' to the chapel of love.
C'mon, c'mon and let me hear it,
goin' to the chapel of love, love, love.
shooby doo-whop, wa da
[Bette:] "That is the pits ending to a really terrific song!"
[Man:] "That is the worst ending I've ever heard!"
Wo-o-o-oah, birds all sing as if they knew,
today's the day we'll say, "I do,"
and we'll never be lonely anymore.
Because we're goin' to the chapel
and we're gonna get married,
goin' to the chapel
and we're gonna get married,
gee, I really love you
and we're gonna get married,
goin' to the chapel of love.
Bells will ring and the sun is gonna shine.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, I'm gonna be his, he's gonna be mine.
We're gonna love until the end of time,
and we'll never be lonely anymore.
Because we're goin' to the chapel
and we're gonna get married,
goin' to the chapel
and we're gonna get married,
gee, I really love you
and we're gonna get married,
goin' to the chapel of love.
One more time around, oh.
Goin' to the chapel and we're, oh, gonna get married,
goin', goin' to the chapel, baby; we're gonna get married, married,
oh, gee, I really love you, c'mon baby,
we're gonna get married, married,
goin' to the chapel of love.
Oooh, a one more time,
we're goin' to the chapel of love.
C'mon, c'mon and let me hear it,
goin' to the chapel of love, love, love.
shooby doo-whop, wa da
[Bette:] "That is the pits ending to a really terrific song!"
[Man:] "That is the worst ending I've ever heard!"
Writer: JEFF BARRY, ELLIE GREENWICH, PHILLIP SPECTOR
Copyright: Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing, Universal Music Publishing Group, BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing, Universal Music Publishing Group, BMG Rights Management
Superstar
Long ago and so far away,
I fell in love with you before the second show.
And your guitar just sounds so sweet and clear,
but you're not really here.
It's just the radio.
Don't you remember you told me you loved me, baby?
Said you'd be comin' back this way again, baby.
Baby, baby, baby, baby, oh, baby.
I love you.
Lonliness is such a sad affair.
And I can hardly wait, oh,
just to sleep with you again.
What can I say to have you come again?
Come back and play, yeah,
you could play, you could play, play that sad guitar.
Don't you remember you told me you loved me, baby?
Yes, you said you'd be comin' back this way again, baby.
You called me baby, baby, baby, oh, baby.
I love you.
You know, lonliness is such a sad affair.
And I, I can hardly wait
just to sleep with him again.
What can I say to have him come back again?
He could come back and he could play,
play his sad guitar.
Don't you remember you told me you loved me?
Said you'd be coming back again, baby.
He called me baby.
Baby, baby, baby, oh, baby.
I love you, I really do.
I fell in love with you before the second show.
And your guitar just sounds so sweet and clear,
but you're not really here.
It's just the radio.
Don't you remember you told me you loved me, baby?
Said you'd be comin' back this way again, baby.
Baby, baby, baby, baby, oh, baby.
I love you.
Lonliness is such a sad affair.
And I can hardly wait, oh,
just to sleep with you again.
What can I say to have you come again?
Come back and play, yeah,
you could play, you could play, play that sad guitar.
Don't you remember you told me you loved me, baby?
Yes, you said you'd be comin' back this way again, baby.
You called me baby, baby, baby, oh, baby.
I love you.
You know, lonliness is such a sad affair.
And I, I can hardly wait
just to sleep with him again.
What can I say to have him come back again?
He could come back and he could play,
play his sad guitar.
Don't you remember you told me you loved me?
Said you'd be coming back again, baby.
He called me baby.
Baby, baby, baby, oh, baby.
I love you, I really do.
Writer: DACIA L. BRIDGES, PHILIPP PALM
Copyright: Lyrics © Alfred, RESERVOIR MEDIA MANAGEMENT INC, Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Alfred, RESERVOIR MEDIA MANAGEMENT INC, Universal Music Publishing Group
Daytime Hustler
Daytime Husler, you're out of line.
Don't ya try to change my mind!
Don't you try.
You see, I ain't no fool.
No, I can tell,
oh, baby, you ain't my kind!
My ki-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-hi-hi-hind!
I'm in love with a down-home man.
Simple lovin' I can understand.
I've been hustled by the best of them,
and you ain't nothing but a crazy man.
Hustler.
Oh, daytime hustler, you better look away.
Because I won't play your game no more.
No, no more, no.
You spend all of your money
on those other women
who are blind enough to buy your shame.
All your sha-a-a-a-a-ame, oh, oh, oh.
Fancy money doesn't buy my love!
Flashy Cadillacs won't make me f-ck!
I been hustled by the best of them,
and you ain't nothing but a crazy man.
Hustler, hustler,
hustler, hustler,
ooh, hustler,
hustler, baby, oh!
Whoa! Daytime Hustler!
Ooh, what did you say?
I say you're a jive, jive dude.
Yes, I do. Yes, I do.
you just don't, you just don't,
ya just don't know
that you are really,
you're really not too cool.
And I believe your mind is slow.
Oh, oh, oh.
I'm in love with a down-home man.
Simple lovin' I can understand.
I've been hustled by the best of them,
and you ain't nothing but a crazy, crazy man.
Hustler, hustler, hustler, hustler,
hustler, hustler, hustler baby.
Oh, hustler. Oh, hustler. Oh, hustler.
Hustler baby . . .
Don't ya try to change my mind!
Don't you try.
You see, I ain't no fool.
No, I can tell,
oh, baby, you ain't my kind!
My ki-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-hi-hi-hind!
I'm in love with a down-home man.
Simple lovin' I can understand.
I've been hustled by the best of them,
and you ain't nothing but a crazy man.
Hustler.
Oh, daytime hustler, you better look away.
Because I won't play your game no more.
No, no more, no.
You spend all of your money
on those other women
who are blind enough to buy your shame.
All your sha-a-a-a-a-ame, oh, oh, oh.
Fancy money doesn't buy my love!
Flashy Cadillacs won't make me f-ck!
I been hustled by the best of them,
and you ain't nothing but a crazy man.
Hustler, hustler,
hustler, hustler,
ooh, hustler,
hustler, baby, oh!
Whoa! Daytime Hustler!
Ooh, what did you say?
I say you're a jive, jive dude.
Yes, I do. Yes, I do.
you just don't, you just don't,
ya just don't know
that you are really,
you're really not too cool.
And I believe your mind is slow.
Oh, oh, oh.
I'm in love with a down-home man.
Simple lovin' I can understand.
I've been hustled by the best of them,
and you ain't nothing but a crazy, crazy man.
Hustler, hustler, hustler, hustler,
hustler, hustler, hustler baby.
Oh, hustler. Oh, hustler. Oh, hustler.
Hustler baby . . .
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
Am I Blue
I'm just a woman, a lonely woman,
waiting on the weary shore.
I'm just a woman who's only human,
one you should feel sorry for.
Well, I woke up this morning a long about dawn.
Without a warning I found that he was gone.
Why did he do it? How could he do it?
He'd never done it before.
Am I blue. Am I blue.
Ain't these tears in these eyes tellin' you?
Oh, am I blue? Well, I bet you would be, too,
if each plan with your man done fell through.
There was a time I was his only one.
but now I'm the sad and lonely one.
Was I gay 'til today?
But now that man is gone,
he's gone and we are through.
Am I blue.
There was a time I was his only one.
But now, a, now, now, now, I'm the sad and lonely one.
Oh god, I'm lonely.
But I remember, oh, I remember when I was gay.
That was up until today,
'cause now that man is gone, he's gone and we are through.
Am I, am I, well, would you believe it if I told you I'm blue?
waiting on the weary shore.
I'm just a woman who's only human,
one you should feel sorry for.
Well, I woke up this morning a long about dawn.
Without a warning I found that he was gone.
Why did he do it? How could he do it?
He'd never done it before.
Am I blue. Am I blue.
Ain't these tears in these eyes tellin' you?
Oh, am I blue? Well, I bet you would be, too,
if each plan with your man done fell through.
There was a time I was his only one.
but now I'm the sad and lonely one.
Was I gay 'til today?
But now that man is gone,
he's gone and we are through.
Am I blue.
There was a time I was his only one.
But now, a, now, now, now, I'm the sad and lonely one.
Oh god, I'm lonely.
But I remember, oh, I remember when I was gay.
That was up until today,
'cause now that man is gone, he's gone and we are through.
Am I, am I, well, would you believe it if I told you I'm blue?
Writer: GRANT CLARKE, HARRY AKST
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Friends (Session 1)
Oh, you got to have friends,
The feeling's oh so strong.
You got to have friends
To make that day last long.
Had some friends, but they're gone,
Somethin' came and took them away,
And from the dusk 'til the dawn
Here's where I will stay.
Standing at the end of the road, boys,
Waitin' for my new friends to come.
I don't care if I'm hungry or cold, freezing.
I got to get me some.
'Cause you got to have friends.
Ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba.
Friends.
"Oh, that's the favorite part of my voice, you know.
I really like to get up. Hm."
Oh, friends.
"Thank you."
Oh, friends, friends, friends, friends.
I had some firends, oh, but they're all gone, gone.
Somethin' took 'em away,
And from the dusk 'til the dawn
Here is where I'm gonna stay, you know, oh.
Standing at the end of a real long road, Jack,
And I'm waitin' for those new friends to come,
And I don't care if I'm jungry or freezing, freezing cold.
You gotta, you gotta get me some.
'Cause you gotta have,
"you gotta have friends. I'm telling you. I am speaking 'cause I know.
It's going too fast. We're all going too fast!
I'm trying to tell you to slow down!
They're hard to come by! Those friends are hard to come by!
I didn't have many friends, you know.
But, things are getting better now.
And I think it's gonna be okay, 'cause I have a couple now."
Friends,
You gotta, you gotta, you gotta have friends, friends.
You gotta, you gotta, you gotta have friends, friends.
Oh, friends . . .
The feeling's oh so strong.
You got to have friends
To make that day last long.
Had some friends, but they're gone,
Somethin' came and took them away,
And from the dusk 'til the dawn
Here's where I will stay.
Standing at the end of the road, boys,
Waitin' for my new friends to come.
I don't care if I'm hungry or cold, freezing.
I got to get me some.
'Cause you got to have friends.
Ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba.
Friends.
"Oh, that's the favorite part of my voice, you know.
I really like to get up. Hm."
Oh, friends.
"Thank you."
Oh, friends, friends, friends, friends.
I had some firends, oh, but they're all gone, gone.
Somethin' took 'em away,
And from the dusk 'til the dawn
Here is where I'm gonna stay, you know, oh.
Standing at the end of a real long road, Jack,
And I'm waitin' for those new friends to come,
And I don't care if I'm jungry or freezing, freezing cold.
You gotta, you gotta get me some.
'Cause you gotta have,
"you gotta have friends. I'm telling you. I am speaking 'cause I know.
It's going too fast. We're all going too fast!
I'm trying to tell you to slow down!
They're hard to come by! Those friends are hard to come by!
I didn't have many friends, you know.
But, things are getting better now.
And I think it's gonna be okay, 'cause I have a couple now."
Friends,
You gotta, you gotta, you gotta have friends, friends.
You gotta, you gotta, you gotta have friends, friends.
Oh, friends . . .
Writer: Mark Klingman, Buzzy Linhart
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Hello In There
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."
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."
Writer: JOHN PRINE
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Leader Of The Pack
"Hey, Betty? Is that Jimmy's ring you're wearing?"
"Uh huh."
"Oh! Must be nice riding on that motorcycle after school, huh?"
"Uh huh."
"Is he picking you up after school today?"
"Unh uh!"
"Well, where'd ya meet him?"
I met him at the candy store.
He turned around and smiled at me.
Ya get the picture? (Yes, we see)
That's when I fell for the leader of the pack.
My folks were always puttin' him down.
Down! Down!
They said he came from the wrong side of town.
They told me that he was bad,
but I knew that he was sad.
And thats why I fell for the leader of the pack.
One day my dad said, "Find someone new."
New! New!
I had to tell my Jimmy that,
whoa, we were through.
He stood up and then he asked me why.
But all I could do was cry.
I'm sorry I hurt you,
the leader of the pack.
He sort of smiled and he kissed me goodbye.
The tears were beginning to show.
And as he drove away from me
on that rainy, rainy night,
I begged him to go slow.
But whether he heard me
I'll never, never, never, never know!
Look out now, now, look out!
Whoa oh no no no! Whoa no no no! No! No!
I felt so helpless! What could I do-wo-wo-wo-wo?
The only, only love that we had was through.
At school they all stop and stare.
I can't hide the tears.
I just don't care!
I will never forget you,
the leader of the pack!
Whoa-oo-woh! Gone gone gone!
Gone gone gone!
The leader of the pack is,
now he's gone!
The leader of the pack is,
now he's gone!
The leader of the pack is, whoa gone!
Gone gone gone!
Gone gone gone!
Gone gone gone!
"Uh huh."
"Oh! Must be nice riding on that motorcycle after school, huh?"
"Uh huh."
"Is he picking you up after school today?"
"Unh uh!"
"Well, where'd ya meet him?"
I met him at the candy store.
He turned around and smiled at me.
Ya get the picture? (Yes, we see)
That's when I fell for the leader of the pack.
My folks were always puttin' him down.
Down! Down!
They said he came from the wrong side of town.
They told me that he was bad,
but I knew that he was sad.
And thats why I fell for the leader of the pack.
One day my dad said, "Find someone new."
New! New!
I had to tell my Jimmy that,
whoa, we were through.
He stood up and then he asked me why.
But all I could do was cry.
I'm sorry I hurt you,
the leader of the pack.
He sort of smiled and he kissed me goodbye.
The tears were beginning to show.
And as he drove away from me
on that rainy, rainy night,
I begged him to go slow.
But whether he heard me
I'll never, never, never, never know!
Look out now, now, look out!
Whoa oh no no no! Whoa no no no! No! No!
I felt so helpless! What could I do-wo-wo-wo-wo?
The only, only love that we had was through.
At school they all stop and stare.
I can't hide the tears.
I just don't care!
I will never forget you,
the leader of the pack!
Whoa-oo-woh! Gone gone gone!
Gone gone gone!
The leader of the pack is,
now he's gone!
The leader of the pack is,
now he's gone!
The leader of the pack is, whoa gone!
Gone gone gone!
Gone gone gone!
Gone gone gone!
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
Delta Dawn
She was forty-one and her daddy still called her baby.
Everyone in Brownsville thinks she's crazy,
'cause she walks to the station with a suitcase in her hand.
And she's looking for a mysterious dark-haired man.
In her younger days they called her Delta Dawn.
Prettiest woman you ever laid eyes on.
But a man of low degree stood by her side,
and he promised he would take her for his bride.
Delta Dawn, what's that flower you have on?
Could it be a faded rose from days gone by?
Did I hear you say he was meeting you here today
to take you to his mansion in the sky?
Delta Dawn, what's that flower you got on?
Could it be a faded rose from days gone by?
Did I hear you say he was meeting you here today
to take you to his mansion in the sky?
Delta Dawn, what's that flower you got on?
Could it be a faded rose from days gone by?
Did I hear you say he was meeting you right here today?
He's gonna take you to his mansion in the sky.
Delta Dawn, oh, what is that flower that you've got on?
Could it be, could it be just a faded rose from one of those days gone by?
Well, did I her you say
that he was gonna meet you right here, right here today?
He's gonna take you to his mansion in the sky.
To take you to his mansion in the sky.
He's gonna take you, he's gonna take you.
Oh, he's gonna take you and you and you and you.
Oh, gonna take you, take you to that mansion.
He's got to, gonna take you to that mansion.
He's gonna take you and you and you and you,
oh, you and you and you.
Take you to his mansion in the sky.
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh!
Gonna take you. Oh, oh.
He's gonna take you, gonna take you,
he's gonna, he's gonna take you to that mansion,
he's gonna take you and you and you, oh . . .
Everyone in Brownsville thinks she's crazy,
'cause she walks to the station with a suitcase in her hand.
And she's looking for a mysterious dark-haired man.
In her younger days they called her Delta Dawn.
Prettiest woman you ever laid eyes on.
But a man of low degree stood by her side,
and he promised he would take her for his bride.
Delta Dawn, what's that flower you have on?
Could it be a faded rose from days gone by?
Did I hear you say he was meeting you here today
to take you to his mansion in the sky?
Delta Dawn, what's that flower you got on?
Could it be a faded rose from days gone by?
Did I hear you say he was meeting you here today
to take you to his mansion in the sky?
Delta Dawn, what's that flower you got on?
Could it be a faded rose from days gone by?
Did I hear you say he was meeting you right here today?
He's gonna take you to his mansion in the sky.
Delta Dawn, oh, what is that flower that you've got on?
Could it be, could it be just a faded rose from one of those days gone by?
Well, did I her you say
that he was gonna meet you right here, right here today?
He's gonna take you to his mansion in the sky.
To take you to his mansion in the sky.
He's gonna take you, he's gonna take you.
Oh, he's gonna take you and you and you and you.
Oh, gonna take you, take you to that mansion.
He's got to, gonna take you to that mansion.
He's gonna take you and you and you and you,
oh, you and you and you.
Take you to his mansion in the sky.
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh!
Gonna take you. Oh, oh.
He's gonna take you, gonna take you,
he's gonna, he's gonna take you to that mansion,
he's gonna take you and you and you, oh . . .
Writer: ALEX HARVEY, LARRY COLLINS
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Boogie Woogie Bugle Boy
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.
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.
Writer: DON RAYE, HUGHIE PRINCE
Copyright: Lyrics © THE SONGWRITERS GUILD OF AMERICA, Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © THE SONGWRITERS GUILD OF AMERICA, Universal Music Publishing Group
Friends (Session 2)
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 you got to have friends the feeling's of so strong.
You got to have friends to make the day last long.
I got some friends but they're gone
Someone came and took them away
And from the dusk till the dawn here is where I'll stay.
Standing at the end of the world boys
Waiting for my new friends to come.
I don't care if I'm hungry or poor,
I'm gonna get some of them.
'Cause you got to have friends.
'Cause you got to have friends.
There is no one here beside me.
And my problems have all gone,
There is no one to deride me.
But you got to have friends the feeling's of so strong.
You got to have friends to make the day last long.
I got some friends but they're gone
Someone came and took them away
And from the dusk till the dawn here is where I'll stay.
Standing at the end of the world boys
Waiting for my new friends to come.
I don't care if I'm hungry or poor,
I'm gonna get some of them.
'Cause you got to have friends.
'Cause you got to have friends.
Writer: Mark Klingman, Buzzy Linhart
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
The Divine Miss M is the debut studio album by American singer and actress Bette Midler, released in 1972 on the Atlantic Records label. The title of the album refers to Midler's famous stage persona. The album was co-produced by Barry Manilow, and includes several songs that since have become repertoire standards, such as "Do You Want to Dance?", "Chapel of Love", "Hello In There", "Friends" and "Boogie Woogie Bugle Boy". The album art was designed by Richard Amsel. It was released on CD for the first time in 1990. A remastered version of the album was released by Atlantic Records/Warner Music in 1995. A remastered deluxe edition was released in October 2016.
The album was well received by public and critics and was certified Platinum in both United States and Canada.
Performed By:
Bette MidlerThe album was well received by public and critics and was certified Platinum in both United States and Canada.
Genre(s): Pop, pop rock, traditional pop
Producer(s): Ahmet Ertegün, Barry Manilow, Joel Dorn, Geoffrey Haslam
Length: Poppop rocktraditional pop
Released: November 7th, 1972
Year: 1972