Pinwheel of Death

Daryl Sherman


SONGS

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Writers Lew Brown, Buddy DeSylva, Ray Henderson

Genres Showtune, Standard

Recorded 1998

Lyrics [verse]:
TO BE OR NOT TO BE -
THAT IS NOT THE QUESTION!
I DECIDED LONG AGO TO BE!
WITH ME,
IT'S WHAT TO BE,
NOW.
MAKE ME SOME SUGGESTIONS,
GOOD OR BAD,
WHICH IS THE BEST FOR ME
WHEN YOU'RE AFTER
FUN AND LAUGHTER?
THIS AGGRAVATES YOU,
SOME REFORMERS SAY,
A WARMER CLIMATE AWAITS YOU!

[Chorus]:
IF IT'S NAUGHTY
TO ROUGE YOUR LIPS,
SHAKE YOUR SHOULDERS
AND SHAKE YOUR HIPS,
LET A LADY CONFESS,
I WANT TO BE BAD!
IF IT'S NAUGHTY
TO VAMP THE MEN,
SLEEP EACH MORNING
TILL AFTER TEN,
THEN THE ANSWER IS YES,
I WANT TO BE BAD!

THIS THING OF BEING
A GOOD LITTLE GOODY
IS ALL VERY WELL.
WHAT CAN YOU DO
WHEN YOU'RE LOADED
WITH PLENTY OF HEALTH
AND VIGOR;
WHEN YOU'RE LEARNING
WHAT LIPS ARE FOR,
AND IT'S NAUGHTY
TO ASK FOR MORE,
LET A LADY CONFESS,
I WANT TO BE BAD!

OH, IF IT'S NAUGHTY
TO ROUGE YOUR LIPS,
SHAKE YOUR SHOULDERS
AND SHAKE YOUR HIPS,
THEN LET A LADY CONFESS,
I WANT TO BE BAD!
(BOOP-BOOP-A-DOOP!)
AND IF IT'S NAUGHTY
TO VAMP THE MEN,
SLEEP EACH MORNING
TILL AFTER TEN,
THEN THE ANSWER IS YES,
I WANT TO BE BAD!

NOBODY CARES
JUST HOW BLUE
AND HOW LONESOME
I AM!
IF I HAVE TROUBLES
AND LAUGH,
WHY THEY DON'T
GIVE A DAMSEL CREDIT.

IF IT'S WRONG
TO LET SOMEONE TAKE,
JUST A LITTLE KISS
BY MISTAKE,
LET A LADY CONFESS,
I WANT TO BE BAD!
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Writers Sidney Mitchell, Lew Pollack

Genres Standard, Movie Song

Recorded 1998

Lyrics IT'S LOVE I'M AFTER,
NORTH, SOUTH, EAST AND WEST,
I HAVE GONE IN MY QUEST,
FAR, WIDE, HIGH AND LOW.
THIS ONE THING I KNOW,
IT'S LOVE I'M AFTER.
I DON'T WANT
TO BE A MILLIONAIRE,
THE ONLY THING ON EARTH
FOR WHICH I CARE
IS LOVE.

FOR LOVE AND LAUGHTER,
FOR LOVE AND LAUGHTER,
I GIVE ALL THAT I POSSES.
DON'T YOU KNOW
THE ONLY NAME
FOR HAPPINESS
IS LOVE, LOVE, LOVE.

RICH MAN, POOR MAN,
BEGGAR MAN, THIEF,
FEEL THE WAY I DO
BECAUSE
EACH ONE OF THEM BELIEVES
HE'LL FIND SOMEBODY
LIKE YOU.

IT'S LOVE I'M AFTER,
LOVE I'M AFTER,
IT'S LOVE I'M AFTER.
IT MAY MAKE ME RISE
OR MAKE ME FALL,
BUT IT'S LOVE I'M AFTER,
AFTER ALL.
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Writers Raymond B. Egan, Richard A. Whiting

Genres Standard

Recorded 1983

Lyrics verse:
WON'T YOU STRETCH
IMAGINATION
FOR THE MOMENT
AND COME WITH ME.
LET US HASTEN
TO A NATION
LYING OVER
THE WESTERN SEA
HIDE BEHIND
THE CHERRY BLOSSOMS,
HERE'S A SIGHT
THAT WILL PLEASE YOUR EYES.
THERE'S A BABY
WITH A LADY OF JAPAN
SINGING LULLABIES.
NIGHT WINDS BREATHE
HER SIGHS.
JUST AS SILENT
AS WE CAME,
WE'LL LEAVE THIS LAND
OF THE PAINTED FAN.
WANDER LIGHTLY
OR YOU'LL WAKE
THE LITTLE PEOPLE
OF OLD JAPAN.
MAY REPOSE
AND PLEASANT DREAMING
BE THEIR SHARE
WHILE THE HOURS
ARE SMALL.
LIKE AN ECHO
OF THE SONG I HEAR
THE JAPANESE SANDMAN
CALL
NEW DAYS NEAR
FOR ALL.

Chorus:
HERE'S THE JAPANESE SANDMAN
SNEAKING ON WITH THE DEW,
JUST AN OLD SECOND HAND MAN
HE'LL BUY YOUR OLD DAY
FROM YOU.
HE WILL TAKE EVERY SORROW
OF THE DAY THAT IS THROUGH,
AND HE'LL GIVE YOU TOMORROW
JUST TO START
A LIFE ANEW.

THEN YOU'LL BE A BIT OLDER
IN THE DAWN
WHEN YOU WAKE,
AND YOU'LL BE A BIT BOLDER
WITH THE NEW DAY
YOU MAKE.

HERE'S THE JAPANESE SANDMAN,
TRADE HIM SILVER FOR GOLD,
JUST AN OLD SECOND HAND MAN
TRADING NEW DAYS FOR OLD.