The Boys' Night Out

Hey there, mister, build a fence 'round your sister, it's the...
The boys' night out.
Hey there, buster, it's the Indians after Custer, it's the,
The boys' night out.
They're out to do the town, and before they're through,
It's bound to be likened to.
The night they lost the Titanic and the Wall Street panic.
What they're seeking is a little cheek to cheeking, it's the..
The boys' night out,
And that moon's about as big as a honey dew,
It's the boys' night out, and they're so romantic, I'll give you a clue,
What the boys are out after, the girls are out after too.
(music interlude)
They're out to do the town, and before they're through,
It's bound to be likened to.
The night they lost the Titanic and the Wall Street panic,
What they're seeking is a little cheek to cheeking, it's the..
The boys' night out,
And that moon's about as big as a honey dew,
It's the boys' night out, and they're so romantic, but I will give you a clue,
What the boys are out after, the girls are out after,
What the boys are out after, the girls are out after too.

"The Christmas Song"

Chestnuts roasting on an open fire
Jack Frost nipping at your nose
Yule-tide carols being sung by a choir
And folks dressed up like Eskimos.

Everybody knows a turkey
and some mistletoe
Help to make the season bright
Tiny tots with their eyes all aglow
Will find it hard to sleep tonight.

They know that Santa's on his way
He's loaded lots of toys
and goodies in his sleigh
And every mother's child is gonna spy
To see if reindeer
really know how to fly.

And so I'm offering this simple song
To kids from one to ninety-two
Although it's been said
Many times, many ways
Merry Christmas to you.

And so I'm offering this simple song
To kids from one to ninety-two
Although it's been said
Many times, many ways
Merry Christmas
Merry Christmas
Merry Christmas to you.

"The Christmas Waltz"

Frosted window panes, candles gleaming inside
Painted candy canes on the tree
Santa's on his way, he's filled his sleigh with things
Things for you and for me

It's that time of year when the world falls in love
Ev'ry song you hear seems to say "Merry Christmas,
"May your New Year dreams come true"
And this song of mine in three-quarter time
Wishes you and yours the same thing, too

[instrumental-first verse]

(It's that time of year when the world falls in love)
(Ev'ry song you hear seems to say)
"Merry Christmas, may your New Year dreams come true"
And this song of mine in three-quarter time
Wishes you and yours the same thing, too

"The Coffee Song"

Way down among Brazilians
Coffee beans grow by the billions
So they've got to find those extra cups to fill
They've got an awful lot of coffee in Brazil

You can't get cherry soda
'cause they've got to fill that quota
And the way things are I'll bet they never will
They've got a zillion tons of coffee in Brazil

No tea or tomato juice
You'll see no potato juice
'cause the planters down in Santos all say "No, no, no"

The politician's daughter
Was accused of drinkin' water
And was fined a great big fifty dollar bill
They've got an awful lot of coffee in Brazil

[instrumental break]

You date a girl and find out later
She smells just like a percolator
Her perfume was made right on the grill
Why, they could percolate the ocean in Brazil

And when their ham and eggs need savor
Coffee ketchup gives 'em flavor
Coffee pickles way outsell the dill
Why, they put coffee in the coffee in Brazil

No tea, no tomato juice
You'll see no potato juice
The planters down in Santos all say "No, no, no"<<<

So you'll add to the local color
Serving coffee with a cruller
Dunkin' doesn't take a lot of skill
They've got an awful lot of coffee
An awful lot of coffee
Man, they got a gang of coffee in Brazil!!

"The Continental"

Beautiful music
Dangerous rhythm

It's something daring, the Continental
A way of dancing that's really ultra-new
It's very subtle, the Continental
Because it does what you want it to do

It has a passion, the Continental
An invitation to moonlight and romance
It's quite the fashion, the Continental
Because you tell of your love while you dance

You kiss while you're dancing
It's continental, ooh, it's continental
You sing while you're dancing
Your voice is gentle and so sentimental

You'll know before the dance is through
That you're in love with her and she's in love with you
You'll find while you're dancin'
That there's a rhythm in your heart and soul
A certain rhythm that you can't control
And you will do the Continental all the time

[brief instrumental]

You'll find while you're dancin'
That there's a rhythm in your heart and soul
A certain rhythm that you can't control
And you will do the Continental all the time

Beautiful music
Dangerous rhythm

The Continental!

"The Curse Of An Aching Heart"

You made me what I am today, I hope you're satisfied,
You dragged and dragged me down until the soul within me died.
You've shattered each and every dream, fooled me right from the start.
And though you're not true, may God bless you,
That's the curse of an aching heart.

[musical interlude]

You made me what I am today, I should hope you're satisfied,
You dragged, you dragged me down until the soul within me died.
You've shattered each and every dream, you fooled me right from the start.
And although you're not true, may God bless you,
That's the curse of an aching heart.

"The End Of A Love Affair"

So I walked a little too fast, and I drive a little too fast,
And I'm reckless it's true, but what else can you do
At the end of a love affair?
So I talk a little too much, and I laugh a little too much,
And my voice is too loud when I'm out in a crowd,
So that people are apt to stare.
Do they know, do they care,
That it's only that I'm lonely, and low as can be,
And the smile on my face isn't really a smile at all.
So I smoke a little too much, and I drink a little too much,
And the tunes I request are not always the best,
But the ones where the trumpets blare,
So I go at a maddening pace,
And I pretend that it's taking her place,
But what else can you do at the end of a love affair?

So I smoke a little too much, and I drink a little too much,
And the tunes I request are not always the best,
But the ones where the trumpets blare,
So I go at a maddening pace,
And I pretend that it's taking her place,
But what else can you do at the end of a love affair?

"The First Noel"

The first Noel, the angel did say,
Was to certain poor shepherds in fields as they lay;
In fields where they lay keeping their sheep,
On a cold winter's night that was so deep.
Noel, Noel, Noel, Noel,
Born is the King of Israel.

They looked up and saw a star
Shining in the the East, beyond them far;
And to the earth it gave great light,
And so it continued both day and night.
Noel, Noel, Noel, Noel,
Born is the King of Israel.

And by the light of that same star,
Three wise men came from country far;
To seek for a King was their intent,
And to follow the star wherever it went.
Noel, Noel, Noel, Noel,
Born is the King of Israel.

This star drew night to the northwest,
O'er Bethlehem it took its rest;
And there it did both stop and stay,
Right over the place where Jesus lay.
Noel, Noel, Noel, Noel,
Born is the King of Israel.

Then entered in those wise men three,
Full reverently upon their knee;
And offered there in his presence,
Their gold, and myrrh, and frankincense.
Noel, Noel, Noel, Noel,
Born is the King of Israel.

"The Future"
(feat. Beverly Jenkins)

Gonna find me a gypsy and get my fortune told,
I'm gonna find me a gypsy and get my fortune told.
I'm gonna say please, missus gypsy, tell me what the future will hold.
(Hurry your deck of cards and your crystal ball)
(For there you will see that you will pray for light)
(The future will almost certainly be whatever you want it to be,)
(But with rockets and picks, from music and jetsam)
(There's no butt that you can push, and push,)
(Let your imagination burst into flame)
(And it will let you do whatever you damn well to do, do,do).

Given a choice I would choose to have a magic wand that I could use,
To draw a melody, from that enchanted blade of grass
And cheese and wood and wind and sea.
I would stand there, dig a grave, and quietly say,
Ladies and Gentlemen, play for me, play for me.
(and the orchestra plays a beautiful melody)

"The Future (Conclusion) Song Without Words"
(feat. Loulie Jean Norman, Beverly Jenkins)

(Your imagination has an awful lot to give)
(If our right to live were yours hauntingly)
I want to build a little hut, maybe two bedrooms
I want to build a little hut hung on joy

[full musical interlude with chorus]

I want to built a little hut hung on joy
[brief transition]
If a man has a story that he badly needs to tell,
A man's imagination makes a lovely wishing well,
(make a wish, make a wish)
I wish I could write a song everyone alive could understand,
(A song that a Frenchman could sing to a Spaniard)
(A song that a German could sing to a Russian)
(A song that if ever you'd sing, you are king)
(Wouldn't it be wonderful, won't it be grand)
To write a song that the whole wide world could understand.
(lala , lalala, lala, lala, lalala, lala)
(lalalala, lalalala, lala, lalala, lalala)
lalala, lalalala, lala, lalala, lalalala, lala)
lalala, lalalala, lala, lalala. lalala)

[music and repeat]

Gonna find me a gypsy and get my fortune told,
I'm gonna say, please missus gypsy, tell me what the future will hold
Tell us what the future will hold.