Pinwheel of Death

Mort Dixon


SONGS

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Writers Mort Dixon, Ray Henderson

Genres Standard

Recorded 1969

Lyrics verse 1:
BLACKBIRD, BLACKBIRD,
SINGING THE BLUES
ALL DAY
RIGHT OUTSIDE
MY DOOR.
BLACKBIRD, BLACKBIRD,
WHY DO YOU SIT
AND SAY,
THERE'S NO SUNSHINE
IN STORE?
ALL THROUGH THE WINTER
YOU HUNG AROUND,
NOW I BEGIN TO FEEL
HOMEWARD BOUND.
BLACKBIRD, BLACKBIRD,
GOTTA BE ON MY WAY,
WHERE THERE'S SUNSHINE
GALORE.

Chorus:
PACK UP
ALL MY CARE
AND WOE,
HERE I GO
SINGING LOW,
BYE BYE BLACKBIRD.
WHERE SOMEBODY
WAITS FOR ME
SUGAR'S SWEET,
SO IS SHE,
BYE BYE BLACKBIRD.
NO ONE HERE
CAN LOVE
OR UNDERSTAND ME,
OH WHAT HARD LUCK
STORIES THEY ALL
HAND ME.
MAKE MY BED
AND LIGHT THE LIGHT,
I'LL ARRIVE
LATE TONIGHT,
BLACKBIRD,
BYE BYE.

verse 2:
BLUEBIRD, BLUEBIRD,
CALLING ME FAR AWAY.
I'VE BEEN LONGING
FOR YOU.
BLUEBIRD, BLUEBIRD,
WHAT
DO I HEAR YOU
SAY,
SKIES
ARE TURNING BLUE?
I'M LIKE A FLOWER
THAT'S FADING HERE
WHERE EV'RY HOUR
IS ONE LONG TEAR.
BLUEBIRD, BLUEBIRD,
THIS IS MY LUCKY DAY,
NOW MY DREAMS
WILL COME TRUE.

Chorus:
PACK UP
ALL MY CARE
AND WOE,
HERE I GO
SINGING LOW,
BYE BYE BLACKBIRD.
WHERE SOMEBODY
WAITS FOR ME
SUGAR'S SWEET,
SO IS SHE,
BYE BYE BLACKBIRD.
NO ONE HERE
CAN LOVE
OR UNDERSTAND ME,
OH WHAT HARD LUCK STORIES
THEY ALL HAND ME.
MAKE MY BED
AND LIGHT THE LIGHT,
I'LL ARRIVE
LATE TONIGHT,
BLACKBIRD,
BYE BYE.
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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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Writers Mort Dixon, Harry Woods

Genres Standard, Choral

Recorded 1960

Lyrics I'M LOOKING OVER
A FOUR-LEAF CLOVER
THAT I OVERLOOKED BEFORE
ONE LEAF IS SUNSHINE,
THE SECOND IS RAIN,
THIRD IS THE ROSES
THAT GROW IN THE LANE.

NO NEED EXPLAINING,
THE ONE REMAINING
IS SOMEBODY I ADORE.
I'M LOOKING OVER
A FOUR-LEAF CLOVER
THAT I OVERLOOKED BEFORE.
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Writers Mort Dixon, Harry Warren

Genres Standard

Recorded 1934

Lyrics FELLOWS, IF YOU'RE ARN,
I WILL SPIN A YARN
THAT WAS TOLD TO ME
BY ABLE SEAMAN JONES.
ONCE HE HAD THE BLUES,
SO HE TOOK A CRUISE
FAR AWAY FROM NIGHT-CLUBS
AND FROM SAXOPHONES.
HE SAID, YO HO,
I'VE MADE A CERTAIN PORT,
AND WHEN YOU TALK
ABOUT REAL HE-MAN SPORT.

HOT GINGER AND DYNAMITE,
THERE'S NOTHING BUT THAT
AT NIGHT,
BACK IN NAGASAKI,
WHERE THE FELLERS CHEW TOBACCY,
AND THE WOMEN
WICKY-WACKY WOO.
THE WAY THEY CAN ENTERTAIN,
WOULD HURRY A HURRICANE,
BACK IN NAGASAKI,
WHERE THE FELLERS CHEW TOBACCY
AND THE WOMEN
WICKY WACKY WOO..

IN FUJIAMA,
YOU GET A MAMA,
THEN YOUR TROUBLES INCREASE.
IN SOME PAGODA,
SHE ORDERS SODA,
EARTH-SHAKE MILK-SHAKES,
TEN CENTS A PIECE.
THEY KISSY AND HUGGY NICE
OH, BY JINGO!
IT'S WORTH THE PRICE,
BACK IN NAGASAKI,
WHERE THE FELLERS CHEW TOBACCY,
AND THE WOMEN
WICKY-WACKY WOO.

NOW WHEN THE DAY IS WARM,
YOU CAN KEEP IN FORM
WITH A BOWL OF RICE
BENEATH A PARASOL.
EVERY GENTLE MAN
HAS TO USE A FAN,
AND THEY ONLY USE SUSPENDERS
IN THE FALL.
THAT'S WHERE THE GIRLS
DON'T THINK OF RINGS AND FURS,
GOSH, IT'S THE NICEST PLACE
THAT EVER WERES..

THEY GIVE YOU A CARRIAGE FREE,
THE HORSE IS A JAPANEE,
BACK IN NAGASAKI,
WHERE THE FELLERS CHEW TOBACCY,
AND THE WOMEN
WICKY-WACKY WOO.
THEY SIT YOU UPON THE FLOOR,
NO WONDER YOUR PANTS GET SORE,
BACK IN NAGASAKI,
WHERE THE FELLERS CHEW TOBACCY,
AND THE WOMEN WICKY-WACKY WOO.

WITH SWEET KIMONER,
I PULLED A BONER,
I KEPT IT UP AT HIGH SPEED..
I GOT RHUMATICS,
AND THEN PSYATICS,
HALATOSISIS,
THAT'S GUARANTEED,
YOU JUST HAVE TO ACT
YOUR AGE
OR WIND UP INSIDE A CAGE,
BACK IN NAGASAKI,
WHERE THE FELLERS CHEW TOBACCY,
AND THE WOMEN
WICKY-WACKY WOO.

WITH AN ICE-CREAM CONE
AND A BOTTLE OF TEA,
YOU CAN REST ALL DAY
BY THE HICKORY TREE.
BUT WHEN NIGHT COMES ROUND,
OH GOSH, OH GEE,
MOTHER, MOTHER, MOTHER,
PIN A ROSE ON ME.

THOSE PRETTY MAMAS
IN PINK PYJAMAS,
THEY TRY TO GIVE YOU A KISS.
THOSE TORRID TEASES
IN B.V.D.SES,
HEAVEN HELP A SAILOR
ON A NIGHT LIKE THIS!
NOT TOO GENTLE
AND NOT TOO ROUGH,
BUT YOU'VE GOT TO TELL THEM
WHEN YOU'VE HAD ENOUGH,
BACK IN NAGASAKI,
WHERE THE FELLERS CHEW TOBACCY,
AND THE WOMEN
WICKY-WACKY WOO!
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Writers Mort Dixon, Harry Warren, Joe Young

Genres Standard, Ballad, Seasons

Recorded 1993

Lyrics YOU'RE MY EVERYTHING
UNDERNEATH THE SUN,
YOU'RE MY EVERYTHING
ROLLED UP INTO ONE.
YOU'RE MY ONLY DREAM,
MY ONLY REAL REALITY.
YOU'RE MY IDEA
OF A PERFECT PERSONALITY.
YOU'RE MY EVERYTHING,
EVERYTHING I NEED,
YOU'RE THE SONG I SING
AND THE BOOK I READ.
YOU ARE WAY BEYOND BELIEF,
AND JUST TO MAKE IT BRIEF,
YOU'RE MY WINTER,
SUMMER,
SPRING,
MY EVERYTHING.