P.s. I Love You

What is there to write? What is there to say?
Same things happen everyday, not a thing to write, not a
thing to say
So I take my pen in hand and start the same old way

Dear, I thought I'd drop a line, the weather's cool, the
folks are fine
I'm in bed each night at nine, P. S. I love you

Yesterday we had some rain, but all in all, I can't
complain
Was it just beyond the train, P. S. I love you

Write to the Browns just as soon as you're able
They came around to call, and I burned a hole in the
dining room table
And let me see, I guess that's all
Nothing else for me to say, and so I'll close but by the
way
Everybody's thinking of you, P. S. I love you

I do my best to obey all your wishes, I put a sign up
"Think"
But I gotta buy us a new set of dishes, or wash the ones
that are piled in the sink
Nothing else to tell you dear, except each day seems like
a year
Every night I'm dreaming of you, P. S. I love you

Pale Moon

Out of my love that eventide, monstrous clouds even pine

Footsteps echo by my side, the spirit takes a sign

Twilight skies are all alight across the deep lagoon,

A face is breaking through the night, my Indian maid Pale Moon.

Speak through thy love forsaken, thy spirit mantle grow.

Ere thou the great white dawn awaken and through the sea thou swingest low,

Then to the west, I'll follow across the deep lagoon,

Swift as a flying arrow, to thy abode, Pale Moon.

Paper Doll

I'm gonna buy a paper doll, that I can call my own
A doll that other fellas cannot steal
And then the flirty, flirty guys - with all their flirty, flirty eyes
Will have to flirt with dollies, that are real

When I come home at night - she will be waiting
She'll be the truest doll in all this world
I'd rather have a paper doll, to call my own
Then have a fickle minded - real live girl

corrects a few typos and corrects punctuation:

I'm gonna buy a paper doll that I can call my own
A doll that other fellas cannot steal
And then the flirty, flirty guys with their flirty, flirty eyes
Will have to flirt with dollies that are real

When I come home at night she will be waiting
She'll be the truest doll in all this world
I'd rather have a paper doll to call my own
Than have a fickle-minded real live girl

I'd rather have a paper doll to call my own
Than have a fickle-minded real live girl

Paradise

And when she holds my hand, mmmm, mmmm
And I will understand, mmmm, mmmm.
One kiss afire with one desire,
a heavenly kiss could I resist?
And then I turn the light, mmmm, mmmm.
And then she hold me tight, mmmm, mmmm.
One kiss one fond caress will lead the way to happiness
She takes me to paradise.

Pass Me By

(Pass me by, pass me by
If you don't happen
To like it, pass me by)
I got me ten fine toes
To wiggle in the sand
Lots of idle
Fingers snap to my command
A loverly pair of heels
That kick
To beat the band
Contemplating nature
Can be fascinating
Add to these a nose
That I can thumb
And a mouth
By gum have I
So tell
The whole wide world
If you don't happen
To like it
Deal me out
Thank you kindly
Pass me by

(I got me ten fine toes
To wiggle in the sand)
(Lots of idle fingers
Snap to my command)
(A loverly pair of heels
That kick to beat the band)
(Contemplating nature
Can be fascinating)
(Add to these a nose
That I can thumb
And a mouth by gum have I)

(So tell the whole wide world
If you don't happen to like it)
(Deal me out
Thank you kindly, pass me by)
(Pass me by, pass me by
If you don't happen
To like it, pass me by)
Behold me two great shoes
That never saw a shine
Houses I could hold up
With a laundry line

A loverly patch that hide
An awful lot of spine
Shirtails flying
I'm a blooming dandelion
Add to these
A grin from ear to ear
All the proper gear have I
So tell
The whole wide world
If you don't like
The thought of it
Bail me out
Thank you kindly
Pass me by

Peachtree Street

(Say, Frank, you wanna take a walk?)
Sure, sweetie, just pick a street.
(Picadilly Circus) Aw I'd rather not. (Champs Elysees)
Mais, non. (Times Square?) Nah.
'Cause there's nothing can compare with
Strolling along Peachtree street with my baby on my
arm.
I got the sweetest peach in Georgia, and she just came
off the farm.
(Strolling along Peachtree street, I'm happy as can
be.)
(I've gotta thank the state of Georgia, for my baby's
family tree.)
[Everybody in Atlanta knows what a treasure I found,]
I'm gonna set my gem if on the main stem,
[We'll spread lot of little peaches all around.]
I feel like a new millionaire, when I'm walking with my
charm,
[Strolling along Peachtree Street, with baby on my
arm.]
(You like Peachtree Street, Frank?)
Oh I love the place where are the peach trees?
(We'll have to go back a few years.)
Well let's turn around.
(Can't you see me in a hoop skirt,)
(Strolling along Peachtree street with a colonel on my
arm.)
And I can tell that you're from Georgia, because you
got that Georgia charm
(Strolling along Peachtree street, I'm happy as can
be.)
Eh, we're all merry. How come the sweetest peach in
Georgia help Mayville, Kentucky.
(Let's not get it around.) I can be reached.
[We'll be married in Atlanta, one happy man and his
spouse.]
(And just as sure as you're born, we'll gather some
corn,)
[And spread around a lot of little colonels round the
house.]
I feel like a new millionaire, when I'm walking with my
charm.
[Strolling along Peachtree street, with baby on my
arm.}
Hey sugar. (What's the matter, honey chile?)
Well. I'm getting kinda tired. Will you rather carry
me, or call a c

Pennies From Heaven

Every time it rains,it rains
Pennies from heaven
Don't you know each cloud contains
Pennies from heaven

You'll find your fortune's falling
All over the town
Be sure that your umbrella
Is upside down

Trade them for a package of
sunshine and flowers
If you want the things you love,
You gotta have showers
So when you hear it thunder,
Don't run under a tree
There'll be pennies from heaven
For you and me

People Will Say We're In Love

Don't throw bouquets at me, don't please my folks too much,
Don't laugh at my jokes too much, people will say we're in love.
Don't sigh and gaze at me, your sighs are so like mine,
Your eyes mustn't glow like mine, people will say we're in love.
Don't start collecting things, give me my rose and my glove,
Sweetheart, they're suspecting things, people will say we're in love.
Don't praise my charm to much, don't look so vain with me,
Don't stand in the rain with me, people will say we're in love.
Don't take my arm too much, don't keep your hand in mine,
Your hand feels so grand in mine, people will say we're in love.
Don't dance all night with me, till the stars fade out of sight,
They'll see it's alright with me, people will say we're in love.

Perdido

Perdido,
I look for my heart
It's perdido
I lost it way down in Torito
The day the fiesta started

Bolero,
I sway that they play the Bolero
I kissed me the listing sombrero
And that's when my heart departed

High, was the sun when I held her close
Low, was the moon when we said, "Adios"

Perdido
My heart ever since is Perdido
I know I must go to Torito
To find what I lost Perdido

(scat)

High, was the sun when I held her close
Low, was the moon when we said, "Adios"

Pick Yourself Up

Now nothing's impossible, I've found for when my chin is on the ground,
I pick myself up, dust myself off, and start all over again.
Don't lose your confidence if you slip, be grateful for a pleasant trip,
And pick yourself up, dust off, start over again.
Work like a soul inspired until the battle of the day is won.
You may be sick and tired, but you be a man, my son.
Will you remember the famous men who have to fall to rise again,
So take a deep breath, pick yourself up, start all over again.
(musical interlude)
You gotta work like a soul inspired until the battle of the day is won.
You may be sick and tired, but you be a man, my son.
Will you remember the famous men who have to fall and then to rise again,
So take a deep breath, pick yourself up, dust yourself off, and start all over again.
(musical interlude)
Once again now:
Will you remember the famous men who have to fall and then rise again,
So take a deep breath, pick yourself up, dust yourself off, and start all over again.
(coda)
That's enough now.