Pinwheel of Death

The Hi-Lo's


SONGS

TERRITORIAL RESTRICTIONS
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Writers Lew Brown, Buddy DeSylva, Ray Henderson

Genres Standard

Recorded 1957

Lyrics verse:
LISTEN BIG BOY,
NOW THAT
I'VE GOT YOU LATE,
GOODNESS BUT I'M AFRAID
SOMETHING'S GOING TO HAPPEN
TO YOU.
LISTEN BIG BOY,
YOU GOT ME LOOKING OUT,
I WOULD DIE
IF I SHOULD LOSE YOU
NOW.

Chorus 1:
BUTTON UP YOUR OVERCOAT
WHEN THE WIND IS FREE,
TAKE GOOD CARE
OF YOURSELF,
YOU BELONG TO ME!
EAT AN APPLE EV'RY DAY
GET TO BED BY THREE,
TAKE GOOD CARE
OF YOURSELF,
YOU BELONG TO ME!

BE CAREFUL
CROSSING STREETS
OO OO!
DON'T EAT MEATS
OO OO!
CUT OUT SWEETS
OO OO!
YOU'LL GET A PAIN
AND RUIN
YOUR TUM TUM!

KEEP AWAY
FROM BOOTLEG HOOCH
WHEN YOU'RE ON A SPREE,
TAKE GOOD CARE
OF YOURSELF,
YOU BELONG TO ME!

Chorus 2:

BUTTON UP YOUR OVERCOAT
WHEN THE WIND IS FREE,
TAKE GOOD CARE
OF YOURSELF,
YOU BELONG TO ME!
WEAR YOUR FLANNEL
UNDERWEAR
WHEN YOU CLIMB
A TREE,
TAKE GOOD CARE
OF YOURSELF,
YOU BELONG TO ME!

DON'T SIT ON
HORNET'S TAILS
OO OO!
OR ON NAILS
OO OO!
OR THIRD RAILS
OO OO!
YOU'LL GET A PAIN
AND RUIN
YOUR TUM TUM!

DON'T GO OUT
WITH COLLEGE BOYS
WHEN YOU'RE ON A SPREE,
TAKE GOOD CARE
OF YOURSELF,
YOU BELONG TO ME!

lyrics for Chorus 3 bridge and last 8:
STAY CLEAR OF
FROZEN PONDS
OO OO!
PEROXIDE BLONDS
OO OO!
STOCKS AND BONDS
OO OO!
YOU'LL GET A PAIN
AND RUIN
YOUR BANKROLL!

TAKE YOUR SPOON
OUT OF YOUR CUP
WHEN YOU'RE DRINKING
TEA,
TAKE GOOD CARE
OF YOURSELF,
YOU BELONG TO ME!
TERRITORIAL RESTRICTIONS
MAY APPLY TO THIS TITLE.

Writers E.Y. (Yip) Harburg, Arthur Schwartz

Genres Standard, Ballad

Recorded 1978

Lyrics verse:
YOU LOOK AT ME
AND WONDER,
YOU LOOK AT ME
AND DOUBT,
DARLING,
YOUR EYES ARE ASKING,
WILL THE FLAME BURN OUT?
NO ONE
IS SURE OF SUNSHINE,
NO ONE
IS SURE OF DAWN
BUT I AM SURE
MY LOVE
WILL LIVE ON AND ON!

Chorus:
I'LL BE TIRED OF YOU
WHEN STARS ARE TIRED
OF GLEAMING,
WHEN I AM TIRED
OF DREAMING
THEN I'LL BE TIRED OF YOU!
THIS I KNOW IS TRUE:
WHEN WINDS ARE TIRED
OF BLOWING,
WHEN GRASS IS TIRED
OF GROWING
THEN I'LL BE TIRED OF YOU.

BEYOND THE YEARS
TILL DAY IS NIGHT,
TILL WRONG IS RIGHT,
TILL BIRDS REFUSE TO SING,
BEYOND THE YEARS
THE ECHO OF MY ONLY LOVE
WILL STILL BE WHISPERING,
WHISPERING!

IF MY THROBBING HEART
SHOULD EVER START REPEATING
THAT IT IS TIRED OF BEATING,
THEN I'LL BE TIRED OF YOU!