Pinwheel of Death

Jack Yellen


SONGS

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Writers Milton Ager, Charles Bates, Bob Bigelow, Jack Yellen

Genres Standard

Recorded 1956

Lyrics IN OLD SAVANNAH,
I SAID SAVANNAH,
THE WEATHER THERE
IS NICE AND WARM!
THE CLIMATES
OF A SOUTHERN BRAND,
BUT HERE'S WHAT I DON'T UNDERSTAND:
THEY GOT A GAL THERE,
A PRETTY GAL THERE,
WHO'S COLDER
THAN AN ARCTIC STORM,
GOT A HEART JUST LIKE A STONE,
EVEN ICE MEN LEAVE HER ALONE!

THEY CALL HER
HARD HEARTED HANNAH,
THE VAMP OF SAVANNAH,
THE MEANEST GAL IN TOWN.
LEATHER IS TOUGH,
BUT HANNAH'S HEART IS TOUGHER,
SHE'S A GAL
WHO LOVES TO SEE MEN SUFFER!
TO TEASE 'EM,
AND THRILL 'EM,
TO TORTURE AND KILL 'EM,
IS HER DELIGHT, THEY SAY,
I SAW HER AT THE SEASHORE
WITH A GREAT BIG PAN,
THERE WAS HANNAH POURING WATER
ON A DROWNDING MAN!
SHE'S HARD HEARTED HANNAH,
THE VAMP OF SAVANNAH, GA!

THEY CALL HER
HARD HEARTED HANNAH,
THE VAMP OF SAVANNAH,
THE MEANEST GAL IN TOWN
TALK OF YOUR COLD,
REFRIGERATIN' MAMAS,
BROTHER,
SHE'S A POLAR BEAR'S PAJAMAS!
TO TEASE 'EM,
AND THRILL 'EM,
TO TORTURE AND KILL 'EM,
IS HER DELIGHT, THEY SAY,
AN EVENING SPENT WITH HANNAH
SITTIN' ON YOUR KNEES,
IS LIKE TRAVELIN' THROUGH ALASKA
IN YOUR BVDS.
SHE'S HARD HEARTED HANNAH,
THE VAMP OF SAVANNAH, GA!

CAN YOU IMAGINE A WOMAN
AS COLD AS HANNAH?
SHE'S GOT THE RIGHT NAME,
THE VAMP OF SAVANNAH.
ANY TIME A WOMAN
CAN TAKE A GREAT BIG PAN
AND START POURING WATER
ON A DROWNIN' MAN.
SHE'S HARD HEARTED HANNAH
THE VAMP OF SAVANNAH GA.

OHH, SHE'S SWEET AS SOUR MILK!
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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.