Pinwheel of Death

Lew Pollack


SONGS

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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 Sidney Clare, Lew Pollack, Howie Richman

Genres Standard, Pop, Movie Song

Recorded 1944

Lyrics WHO'S WONDERFUL,
WHO'S MARVELOUS?
MISS ANNABELLE LEE
(MY ANNABELLE LEE).
WHO'S KISSABLE,
WHO'S LOVABLE?
MISS ANNABELLE LEE;
AIN'T SHE PRETTY, BABY?

WHAT WOULD YOU GIVE
ESCORTING HER,
SUPPORTING HER?
DON'T FORGET
THAT SHE'S EXCLUSIVE.

WHO'S DIGNIFIED,
WHO'S GLORIFIED?
MISS ANNABELLE LEE
(WATCH HER PASSING BY).

WHAT MAKES ME FALL?
SHE HAS IT ALL,
JUST LOOK
AND YOU'LL SEE.
SO YOU AIN'T TELLING ME
A THING, BOY.

I'M TELLING YOU:
WHO'S WONDERFUL,
WHO'S MARVELOUS?
MISS ANNABELLE LEE!

KNOWS EVERYTHING,
SHOWS EVERYTHING,
MISS ANNABELLE LEE.
THIS KID IS WARM,
SHE'S TRUE TO FORM,
JUST BET
AND YOU'LL SEE
(OH, YOU AIN'T TELLING ME
A THING, BOY).

BOY, I'M TELLIN'G YOU:
WHO'S WONDERFUL,
WHO'S MARVELOUS?
MISS ANNABELLE LEE
(MISS ANNABELLE LEE)!
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Writers Lew Pollack, Jack Yellen

Genres Standard, Ballad, Family

Recorded 1941

Lyrics OF THINGS
I SHOULD BE THANKFUL FOR
I'VE HAD A GOODLY SHARE ,
AND AS I SIT HERE
IN THE COMFORT OF MY COSY CHAIR
MY FANCY TAKES ME
TO A HUMBLE EASTSIDE TENEMENT .
THREE FLIGHTS UP IN THE REAR
TO WHERE MY CHILDHOOD DAYS WERE SPENT,
IT WASN'T MUCH LIKE PARADISE
BUT 'MID THE DIRT AND ALL,
THERE SAT THE SWEETEST ANGEL,
ONE THAT I FONDLY CALL:

MY YIDDISHE MOMME,
I NEED HER MORE THEN EVER NOW ,
MY YIDDISHE MOMME,
I'D LIKE TO KISS
THAT WRINKLED BROW.
I LONG TO HOLD HER HANDS
ONCE MORE
AS IN DAYS GONE BY,
AND ASK HER TO FORGIVE ME
FOR THINGS I DID
THAT MADE HER CRY.
HOW FEW WERE HER PLEASURES,
SHE NEVER CARED
FOR FASHION'S STYLES,
HER JEWELS AND TREASURES
SHE FOUND THEM
IN HER BABY'S SMILES.
OH, I KNOW
THAT I OWE
WHAT I AM TODAY
TO THAT DEAR LITTLE LADY
SO OLD AND GRAY,
TO THAT WONDERFUL
YIDDISHE MOMME
OF MINE.
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Writers Ray Gilbert, Lew Pollack

Genres Standard, Jazz Standard, Jazz, Big Band Era

Recorded 1950

Lyrics THAT'S A PLENTY'S
GOTTA BEAT IN IT,
THE RHYTHMS GOT
A LOT OF HEAT IN IT,
BETCHA FIVE,
TEN TO FIVE,
IT'S GONNA GETCHA DOIN'
WHAT IT'S DOIN' TO ME.
DIXIELAND
COMES OOZIN' OUT OF IT,
THE DIXIELANDERS
SURE ARE PROUD OF IT,
CALL IT JAZZ,
WHAT IT HAS,
THAT'S A PLENTY FOR ME.
IT TAKES YOU DOWN
TO NEW ORLEANS
DOWN BASIN STREET
WITH ALL THE QUEENS,
YOU DON'T
HAVE TO HAVE THE MEANS,
A LITTLE BIT OF RHYTHM
AND YOU'RE GOIN'
RIGHT WITH 'EM.
SHUT MY BIG BROWN
ROLLING EYES,
IF YOU DON'T ROCKET
TO THE SKIES,
HEY BOY!
SAY BOY!
THAT'S A PLENTY FOR ME.

YOU'RE GONNA GET MELLOW
WHEN THAT FELLOW
BLOWS HIS HORN.
DOWN WHERE
THE BLUES ARE BORN
YOU'LL BE GONE.
THE TRUMPETS ARE TRUMPIN'
GO DO ME SUMPIN',
BEAT IT OUT BROTHER
THERE'S NO OTHER REMEDY.
AND THAT'S A PLENTY,
PLENTY,
PLENTY FOR ME.

ONCE YOU START
YOU'RE GONNA STAY IN IT,
EV'RY NIGHT
YOU'RE CAFEIN' IT,
SWING YOUR QUEEN,
WHAT I MEAN,
BROTHER,
YOU'RE AS GONE
AS ANY HUMAN CAN BE.
AND WHEN
YOU'RE IN THE MOOD
THERE AIN'T
NO STOPPIN' IT,
LIVE IT,
BREATHE IT,
BLOW YOUR TOP
IN IT,
THAT IS JAZZ,
WHAT IT HAS,
THAT'S A PLENTY FOR ME.