Pinwheel of Death

Genres > Seasons

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Writers Raymond B. Egan, Gus Kahn, Richard A. Whiting

Genres Standard, Seasons

Recorded 1951

Lyrics BILL COLLECTORS
GATHER 'ROUND
AND RATHER
HAUNT THE COTTAGE
NEXT DOOR -
MEN THE GROCER
AND BUTCHER SENT,
MEN WHO CALL
FOR THE RENT.
BUT WITHIN,
A HAPPY CHAPPY
AND HIS BRIDE
OF ONLY A YEAR
SEEM TO BE
SO CHEERFUL.
HERE'S AN EARFUL
OF THE CHATTER
YOU HEAR:

EV'RY MORNING,
EV'RY EVENING,
AIN'T WE GOT FUN?
NOT MUCH MONEY,
OH, BUT HONEY,
AIN'T WE GOT FUN?
THE RENT'S UNPAID,
DEAR,
WE HAVEN'T A BUS,
BUT SMILES WERE MADE,
DEAR,
FOR PEOPLE LIKE US.
IN THE WINTER,
IN THE SUMMER,
DON'T WE HAVE FUN?
TIMES ARE BUM
AND GETTING BUMMER,
STILL WE HAVE FUN.
THERE'S NOTHING SURER,
THE RICH GET RICH
AND THE POOR
GET CHILDREN.
IN THE MEANTIME,
IN BETWEEN TIME,
AIN'T WE GOT FUN?

JUST TO MAKE
THEIR TROUBLE
NEARLY DOUBLE,
SOMETHING HAPPENED
LAST NIGHT.
TO THEIR CHIMNEY
A GRAY BIRD CAME,
MISTER STORK
IS HIS NAME,
AND I'LL BET
TWO PINS
A PAIR OF TWINS
JUST HAPPENED IN
WITH THE BIRD.
STILL,
THEY'RE VERY
GAY AND MERRY,
JUST AT DAWNING
I HEARD:

EV'RY MORNING,
EV'RY EVENING,
DON'T WE HAVE FUN?
TWINS AND CARES,
DEAR,
COME IN PAIRS,
DEAR,
DON'T WE HAVE FUN?
WE'VE ONLY STARTED
AS MOMMER AND POP,
ARE WE DOWNHEARTED?
I'LL SAY WE'RE NOT!
LANDLORD'S MAD
AND GETTING MADDER,
AIN'T WE GOT FUN?
TIMES ARE BAD
AND GETTING BADDER,
STILL WE HAVE FUN.
THERE'S NOTHING
SURER,
THE RICH GET RICH
AND THE POOR
GET LAID OFF.
IN THE MEANTIME,
IN BETWEEN TIME,
AIN'T WE GOT FUN!

WHEN THE MAN
WHO SOLD 'EM
CARPETS TOLD 'EM
HE WOULD
TAKE THEM AWAY,
THEY SAID,
WONDERFUL,
HERE'S OUR CHANCE,
TAKE THEM UP
AND WE'LL DANCE.
AND WHEN BURGLARS
CAME
AND ROBBED THEM,
TAKING ALL THEIR
SILVER
THEY SAY,
HUBBY YELLED,
WE'RE FAMOUS
FOR THEY'LL
NAME US
IN THE PAPERS
TODAY.

NIGHT OR DAYTIME,
IT'S ALL PLAYTIME,
AIN'T WE GOT FUN?
HOT OR COLD DAYS,
ANY OLD DAYS,
AIN'T WE GOT FUN?
IF WIFIE WISHES
TO GO TO A PLAY,
DON'T WASH
HE DISHES,
JUST THROW THEM
AWAY.
STREETCAR SEATS
ARE AWFUL NARROW,
AIN'T WE GOT FUN?
THEY WON'T
SMASH UP
OUR PIERCE ARROW,
WE AIN'T GOT NONE.
THEY'VE CUT
MY WAGES,
BUT MY INCOME TAX
WILL BE SO MUCH
SMALLER,
WHEN I'M PAID OFF.
I'LL BE LAID OFF,
AIN'T WE GOT FUN?
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Writers Lou Handman, Roy Turk

Genres Standard, Country, Pop, Ballad, Seasons

Recorded 1960

Lyrics ARE YOU LONESOME TONIGHT,
DO YOU MISS ME TONIGHT,
ARE YOU SORRY
WE DRIFTED APART?
DOES YOUR MEMORY STRAY
TO A BRIGHT SUMMER DAY,
WHEN I KISSED YOU
AND CALLED YOU SWEETHEART?
DO THE CHAIRS
IN YOUR PARLOR
SEEM EMPTY AND BARE?
DO YOU GAZE
AT YOUR DOORSTEP
AND PICTURE ME THERE?
IS YOUR HEART
FILLED WITH PAIN?
SHALL I COME BACK
AGAIN?
TELL ME, DEAR,
ARE YOU LONESOME TONIGHT?
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Writers Peter De Rose, Sammy Gallop

Genres Standard, Ballad, Seasons

Recorded 1995

Lyrics THRU THE TREES
COMES AUTUMN
WITH HER SERENADE,.
MELODIES,
THE SWEETEST MUSIC
EVER PLAYED.
AUTUMN KISSES WE KNEW
ARE BEAUTIFUL SOUVENIRS,
AS I PAUSE TO RECALL
THE LEAVES SEEM TO FALL
LIKE TEARS.
SILVER STARS
WERE CLINGING TO AN AUTUMN SKY,
LOVE WAS OURS
UNTIL OCTOBER WANDERED BY.
LET THE YEARS COME AND GO,
I'LL STILL FEEL THE GLOW
THAT TIME CAN NOT FADE,
WHEN I HEAR
THAT LOVELY AUTUMN SERENADE.
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Writers Lew Brown, Buddy DeSylva, Ray Henderson

Genres Standard, Seasons

Recorded 1955

Lyrics verse:
THERE ARE SO MANY KINDS OF RICHES,
AND ONLY ONE OF THEM IS GOLD.
THE WEALTH YOU MISS,
REMEMBER THIS,
WORTHWHILE THINGS
CANNOT BE BOUGHT OR SOLD.

Chorus:
THE MOON BELONGS TO EV'RYONE,
THE BEST THINGS IN LIFE ARE FREE.
THE STARS BELONG TO EV'RYONE,
THEY GLEAM THERE FOR YOU AND ME.
THE FLOWERS IN SPRING,
THE ROBINS THAT SING,
THE SUNBEAMS THAT SHINE,
THEY'RE YOURS,
THEY'RE MINE!
AND LOVE CAN COME TO EV'RYONE,
THE BEST THINGS IN LIFE ARE FREE.
Writers Wilma Classon, Carmen Cuesta-Loeb

Genres Pop, Ballad, Seasons

Recorded 1997

Lyrics SLOWLY SHE WAKES ME
LIKE THE SUNRISE
WAKES THE DAWN.
GENTLY SHE TAKES ME
THROUGH THE STILLNESS
SOMEWHERE BEYOND.
FLOATING ON.
AND ON.
ON.
GOING ON.
ON.
AND ON.
ENDLESS IS LOVE.
SOMETIMES
SHE NEEDS ME
LIKE THE SUMMER
NEEDS THE RAIN.
SOFTLY
SHE'LL TEASE ME
TILL OUR PASSION
DRIFTS TO AN END.
ONCE AGAIN.
AND AGAIN.
THEN AGAIN.
ONCE AGAIN.
ENDLESS IS LOVE.

TIME OUT OF MIND
DISAPPEARS
FAR BEHIND.
AND WHERE IT GOES
NO ONE KNOWS
IT GOES.

ALWAYS
SHE LEAVES ME
LIKE THE OCEAN
LEAVES THE SHORE.
THEN WHEN
SHE LEAVES ME
SHE RETURNS
TO LOVE AS BEFORE.
ONLY MORE.
ALWAYS MORE.
MORE.
EVERMORE.
ENDLESS IS LOVE.

FLOATING ON.
ON.
AND ON.
GROWING ON.
ON.
AND ON.
ENDLESS IS LOVE!
ENDLESS IS LOVE.
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Writers Jack Palmer, Spencer Williams

Genres Standard, Seasons

Recorded 1997

Lyrics [verse 1]:
I'M AS HAPPY
AS A KING,
FEELIN' GOOD
'N' EVERYTHING.
I'M JUST LIKE
A BIRD IN SPRING,
GOT TO LET IT OUT.
IT'S MY SWEETIE,
CAN'T YOU GUESS?
WILD ABOUT HER,
I'LL CONFESS;
DOES SHE LOVE ME?
OH, MY, YES!
THAT'S JUST WHY
I SHOUT:

[First Chorus]:
EV'RYBODY LOVES MY BABY
BUT MY BABY
DON'T LOVE NOBODY
BUT ME,
NOBODY BUT ME.
EV'RYBODY WANTS MY BABY,
BUT MY BABY
DON'T WANT NOBODY
BUT ME,
THAT'S PLAIN TO SEE.
SHE IS
MY SWEET PATOOTIE
AND I AM
HER LOVIN' MAN,
KNOWS HOW
TO DO HER DUTY,
LOVES ME
LIKE NO OTHER CAN.
THAT'S WHY
EV'RYBODY LOVES MY BABY,
BUT MY BABY
DON'T LOVE NOBODY
BUT ME,
NOBODY BUT ME.

[verse 2]:
EV'RYWHERE
MY BABY GOES,
DRESSED UP
IN THE SWELLEST CLOTHES;
SHE JUST VAMPS
A GANG OF BEAUX,
BUT THAT'S ALL
BUSHWA.
THEY ALL TRY
TO SET A PACE,
JUST TO SEE
WHO'LL BE
THE ACE;
THEN SHE PUTS THEM
IN THEIR PLACE,
WHEN THEY GO
TOO FAR.

[Second Chorus]:
EV'RYBODY LOVES MY BABY
BUT MY BABY
DON'T LOVE NOBODY
BUT ME,
NOBODY BUT ME.
EV'RYBODY WANTS MY BABY,
BUT MY BABY
DON'T WANT NOBODY
BUT ME,
THAT'S PLAIN TO SEE.
NOW WHEN MY BABY
KISSES ME
UPON MY ROSEY CHEEKS,
I JUST LET
THOSE KISSES BE,
DON'T WASH MY FACE
FOR WEEKS.
THAT'S WHY
EV'RYBODY LOVES MY BABY,
BUT MY BABY
DON'T LOVE NOBODY
BUT ME,
NOBODY BUT ME.

[Third Chorus]:
EV'RYBODY LOVES MY BABY
BUT MY BABY
DON'T LOVE NOBODY
BUT ME,
NOBODY BUT ME.
EV'RYBODY WANTS MY BABY,
BUT MY BABY
DON'T WANT NOBODY
BUT ME,
THAT'S PLAIN TO SEE.
SHE'S GOT
A FORM LIKE VENUS,
HONEST,
I AIN'T TALKING
GREEK,
NO ONE
CAN COME BETWEEN US,
SHE'S MY SHEBA,
I'M HER SHEIK.
THAT'S WHY
EV'RYBODY LOVES MY BABY,
BUT MY BABY
DON'T LOVE NOBODY
BUT ME,
NOBODY BUT ME.
Writers Steve Mandile, Jerry Vandiver, Phil Vassar

Genres Country, Seasons

Recorded 1998

Lyrics verse 1:
HOT SUN DANCIN'
ON THE RIVER,
WE'D SIT ON THE BANK
AND WATCH
THE WORLD ROLL BY.
OUR FEET IN THE WATER,
HE'D PRESS HER LIPS
TO MINE,
WE WERE SO LONG ON LOVE
AND SHORT ON TIME.
SHE COULD BE HONEYMOON SWEET
AND A LITTLE WILD,
SHE WAS MINE
FOR A LITTLE WHILE.

Chorus:
I LAUGH WHEN I START
TO THINK ABOUT US,
WE SENT THE SUMMER
OUT IN STYLE.
SHE'S GONE
BUT SHE LEFT ME
WITH A SMILE,
'CAUSE SHE WAS MINE
FOR A LITTLE WHILE.

verse 2:
WE'D TAKE A DRIVE
AND PARK
OUT NEXT TO AIRPORT ROAD,
PUT THE SEATS BACK
AND WATCH
THE PLANES LEAVE TOWN.
SHE ALWAYS SAID
NOBODY'S STRONG ENOUGH
TO TIE HER DOWN,
BUT I WASN'T LOOKIN' FOR THAT
ANYHOW.
I KNEW SHE'D LEAVE,
BUT I DIDN'T KNOW WHEN,
I THINK ABOUT IT NOW,
BUT I DIDN'T BACK THEN.

Chorus:
I LAUGH WHEN I START
TO THINK ABOUT US,
WE SENT THE SUMMER
OUT IN STYLE.
SHE'S GONE
BUT SHE LEFT ME
WITH A SMILE,
'CAUSE SHE WAS MINE
FOR A LITTLE WHILE.

interlude:
I KEEP SEEING PICTURES
OF ME AND HER
AND THOSE SUMMER NIGHTS,
MY MIND'S STILL WITH HER,
OH, BUT THAT'S ALRIGHT
'CAUSE...

Chorus:
I LAUGH WHEN I START
TO THINK ABOUT US,
WE SENT THE SUMMER
OUT IN STYLE.
SHE'S GONE
BUT SHE LEFT ME
WITH A SMILE,
'CAUSE SHE WAS MINE
FOR A LITTLE WHILE.
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Writers Larry Ehrlich, Ronnie Gilbert, Lee Hays, Fred Hellerman, David Lazar, Pete Seeger, Paul Clayton Worthington

Genres Standard, Country, Pop, Rhythm & Blues, Americana, Seasons, Classic Country

Recorded 1959

Lyrics I'VE LAID AROUND
AND PLAYED AROUND
THIS OLD TOWN TOO LONG.
SUMMER'S ALMOST GONE,
YES,
WINTER'S COMIN' ON.
I'VE LAID AROUND
AND PLAYED AROUND
THIS OLD TOWN TOO LONG
AND I FEEL LIKE
I GOTTA TRAVEL ON.

POPPA WRITES TO JOHNNY,
BUT JOHNNY CAN'T COME HOME.
JOHNNY CAN'T COME HOME,
NO, JOHNNY CAN'T COME HOME.
POPPA WRITES TO JOHNNY,
BUT JOHNNY CAN'T COME HOME
'CAUSE HE'S BEEN
ON THE CHAIN GANG TOO LONG.

I'VE LAID AROUND
AND PLAYED AROUND
THIS OLD TOWN TOO LONG.
SUMMER'S ALMOST GONE,
YES, WINTER'S COMIN' ON.
I'VE LAID AROUND
AND PLAYED AROUND
THIS OLD TOWN TOO LONG
AND I FEEL LIKE
I GOTTA TRAVEL ON.

HIGH SHERIFF
AND POLICE RIDING AFTER ME,
RIDING AFTER ME,
YES, COMING AFTER ME.
HIGH SHERIFF
AND POLICE COMING AFTER ME
AND I FEEL LIKE
I GOTTA TRAVEL ON.

I'VE LAID AROUND
AND PLAYED AROUND
THIS OLD TOWN TOO LONG.
SUMMER'S ALMOST GONE,
YES, WINTER'S COMIN' ON.
I'VE LAID AROUND
AND PLAYED AROUND
THIS OLD TOWN TOO LONG
AND I FEEL LIKE
I GOTTA TRAVEL ON.

WANT TO SEE MY HONEY,
WANT TO SEE HER BAD.
WANT TO SEE HER BAD,
OH, WANT TO SEE HER BAD.
WANT TO SEE MY HONEY,
WANT TO SEE HER BAD
SHE'S THE BEST GIRL
THIS POOR BOY EVER HAD.

I'VE LAID AROUND
AND PLAYED AROUND
THIS OLD TOWN TOO LONG.
SUMMER'S ALMOST GONE,
YES, WINTER'S COMIN' ON.
I'VE LAID AROUND
AND PLAYED AROUND
THIS OLD TOWN TOO LONG
AND I FEEL LIKE
I GOTTA TRAVEL ON.
Writers Warren Benson

Genres Classical, Choral, Seasons

Recorded 1999

Lyrics Lyrics - Wordless choral sounds...
Writers Larry Grossman, Hal Hackady

Genres Standard, Pop, Ballad, Seasons

Recorded 1973

Lyrics I, CAPRICORN
CHILD OF MORNING
CLIMBER OF RAINBOWS,
RIDER OF CLOUDS.
AND I HAVE SUMMER DAYS
TO SQUANDER,
SEVEN LIVES TO LIVE,
ALL THE FIRES OF WINTER,
ALL MY LOVE TO GIVE.
I, CAPRICORN
BORN OF THE SUNRISE
KEEPER OF SEASHELLS,
REAPER OF WIND.
AND I HAVE HAPPINESS
TO SCATTER,
DREAMS FOR COMING TRUE.
LOVE TO LAST FOR ALWAYS,
AND IT'S ALL FOR YOU.
ALL FOR YOU.
ALL FOR YOU.
ALL FOR YOU.
ALL FOR YOU.
ALL FOR YOU.
I, CAPRICORN
WORKER OF WONDERS
MOVER OF MOUNTAINS,
LOVER OF YOU.

I, CAPRICORN
BORN OF THE SUNSHINE
CLIMBER OF RAINBOWS,
RIDER OF CLOUDS.
AND I HAVE BUTTERFLIES
TO SQUANDER,
MILKY WAYS TO GIVE,
ALL THE FIRES OF WINTER,
SEVEN LIVES TO LIVE.
I, CAPRICORN
CHILD OF THE MORNING
STRINGER OF STARBEADS,
REAPER OF WIND.
AND I HAVE POPPYSEEDS
TO SCATTER,
LIME AND HONEYDEW,
BAGS OF TURQUOISE CANDY,
AND IT'S ALL FOR YOU.
ALL FOR YOU.
ALL FOR YOU.
ONLY YOU,
ONLY YOU,
ALL FOR YOU.
I, CAPRICORN
KEEPER OF SEASHELLS
SPINNER OF MOONLACE,
LOVER OF YOU.
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Writers Mort Dixon, Billy Rose, Harry Warren

Genres Standard, Seasons

Recorded 1993

Lyrics LOVE COMES ALONG
LIKE A POPULAR SONG
ANY TIME OR ANYWHERE AT ALL.
RAIN OR SUNSHINE,
SPRING OR FALL,
SAY, YOU'LL NEVER KNOW
WHEN IT MAY SAY HELLO
IN A VERY UNEXPECTED PLACE.
FOR EXAMPLE, TAKE MY CASE:

IT WAS A LUCKY APRIL SHOWER,
IT WAS THE MOST CONVENIENT DOOR,
I FOUND A MILLION DOLLAR BABY
IN A FIVE AND TEN CENT STORE.
THE RAIN CONTINUED FOR AN HOUR,
I HUNG AROUND FOR THREE OR FOUR,
AROUND A MILLION DOLLAR BABY
IN A FIVE AND TEN CENT STORE.

SHE WAS SELLING CHINA,
AND WHEN SHE MADE THOSE EYES,
I KEPT BUYING CHINA
UNTIL THE CROWD GOT WISE.

INCIDENTALLY,
IF YOU SHOULD RUN INTO A SHOWER,
JUST STEP INSIDE MY COTTAGE DOOR,
AND MEET THE MILLION-DOLLAR BABY
FROM THE FIVE AND TEN CENT STORE.
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