Pinwheel of Death

Lew Brown


SONGS

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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.
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Writers Lew Brown, Buddy DeSylva, Ray Henderson

Genres Standard

Recorded 1941

Lyrics verse:
OH! THEY SAY
SOME PEOPLE LONG AGO
WERE SEARCHING
FOR A DIFF'RENT TUNE,
ONE THAT THEY
COULD CROON
AS ONLY THEY CAN.
THEY HAD THE RHYTHM
SO
THEY STARTED SWAYING
TO AND FRO.
THEY DIDN'T KNOW
JUST WHAT TO USE,
THAT IS HOW THE BLUES
REALLY BEGAN:

Chorus:
THEY HEARD THE BREEZE
IN THE TREES
SINGING WEIRD MELODIES
AND THEY MADE THAT
THE START OF THE BLUES.
AND FROM A JAIL
CAME THE WAIL
OF A DOWN HEARTED FRAIL,
AND THEY PLAYED THAT
AS PART OF THE BLUES.

FROM A WHIPPOORWILL
OUT ON A HILL,
THEY TOOK A NEW NOTE,
PUSHED IT THROUGH A HORN
'TIL IT WAS WORN
INTO A BLUE NOTE!

AND THEN THEY NURSED IT,
REHEARSED IT,
AND GAVE OUT THE NEWS
THAT THE SOUTHLAND
GAVE BIRTH TO THE BLUES!
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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!
Writers Lew Brown, Sam H. Stept, Charles Tobias

Genres Standard

Recorded 2009

Lyrics COMES A RAIN STORM
PUT YOUR RUBBERS ON YOUR FEET,
COMES A SNOW STORM
YOU CAN GET A LITTLE HEAT;
COMES LOVE
NOTHING CAN BE DONE.
COMES A FIRE
THEN YOU KNOW JUST WHAT TO DO,
BLOW A TIRE
YOU CAN BUY ANOTHER SHOE;
COMES LOVE
NOTHING CAN BE DONE.

DON’T TRY HIDIN’
'CAUSE THERE ISN’T ANY USE,
YOU’LL START SLIDIN’
WHEN YOUR HEART
TURNS ON THE JUICE.

COMES A HEADACHE
YOU CAN LOSE IT IN A DAY,
COMES A TOOTHACHE
SEE THE DENTIST RIGHT AWAY;
COMES LOVE
NOTHING CAN BE DONE!

COMES A HEAT WAVE
YOU CAN HURRY TO THE SHORE,
COMES A SUMMONS
YOU CAN HIDE BEHIND THE DOOR;
COMES LOVE
NOTHING CAN BE DONE.
COMES THE MEASLES
YOU CAN QUARANTINE THE ROOM,
COMES A MOUSE
YOU CAN CHASE IT WITH A BROOM;
COMES LOVE
NOTHING CAN BE DONE.

THAT’S ALL BROTHER,
IF YOU’VE EVER BEEN IN LOVE,
THAT’S ALL BROTHER,
YOU KNOW WHAT I’M SPEAKING OF!

COMES A NIGHTMARE
YOU CAN ALWAYS STAY AWAKE,
COMES DEPRESSION
YOU MAY GET ANOTHER BREAK;
COMES LOVE
NOTHING CAN BE DONE!
Alt. Title Don't Sit Under The Apple Tree (With Anyone Else But Me)

Writers Lew Brown, Sam H. Stept, Charles Tobias

Genres Standard, Big Band Era

Recorded 1942

Lyrics [Male Vocal]:
DON'T SIT UNDER THE APPLE TREE
WITH ANYONE ELSE BUT ME,
ANYONE ELSE BUT ME,
ANYONE ELSE BUT ME,
NO! NO! NO!
DON'T SIT UNDER THE APPLE TREE
WITH ANYONE ELSE BUT ME
TILL I COME MARCHIN' HOME.
DON'T GO WALKIN' DOWN LOVER'S LANE
WITH ANYONE ELSE BUT ME,
ANYONE ELSE BUT ME,
ANYONE ELSE BUT ME,
NO! NO! NO!
DON'T GO WALKIN' DOWN LOVER'S LANE
WITH ANYONE ELSE BUT ME
TILL I COME MARCHIN' HOME

I JUST GOT WORD FROM A GUY
WHO HEARD FROM THE GUY
NEXT DOOR TO ME.
THE GIRL HE MET
JUST LOVES TO PET
AND IT FITS YOU TO A TEE.

SO, DON'T SIT UNDER THE APPLE TREE
WITH ANYONE ELSE BUT ME
TILL I COME MARCHIN' HOME.

Female Vocal]:
DON'T GIVE OUT WITH THOSE LIPS OF YOURS
TO ANYONE ELSE BUT ME,
ANYONE ELSE BUT ME,
ANYONE ELSE BUT ME,
NO! NO! NO!
WATCH THE GIRLS ON THE FOREIGN SHORES,
YOU'LL HAVE TO REPORT TO ME
WHEN YOU COME MARCHIN' HOME.
DON'T HOLD ANYONE ON YOUR KNEE,
YOU BETTER BE TRUE TO ME,
YOU BETTER BE TRUE TO ME,
YOU BETTER BE TRUE TO ME.
DON'T HOLD ANYONE ON YOUR KNEE,
YOU'RE GETTIN' THE THIRD DEGREE
WHEN YOU COME MARCHIN' HOME.

YOU'RE ON YOUR OWN
WHERE THERE IS NO PHONE
AND I CAN'T KEEP TABS ON YOU.
BE FAIR TO ME, .
I'LL GUARANTEE
THIS IS ONE THING THAT I'LL DO:

I WON'T SIT UNDER THE APPLE TREE
WITH ANYONE ELSE BUT YOU
TILL YOU COME MARCHIN' HOME.

[All]:
DON'T SIT UNDER THE APPLE TREE
WITH ANYONE ELSE BUT ME,
I KNOW THE APPLE TREE
IS RESERVED FOR YOU AND ME,
AND I'LL BE TRUE
TILL YOU COME MARCHIN' HOME.
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Writers Lew Brown, Buddy DeSylva, Ray Henderson

Genres Standard

Recorded 1927

Lyrics GOOD NEWS!
YOU'RE BOUND TO DO ME GOOD,
COME RIGHT HERE TO ME,
GOOD NEWS!
GOOD NEWS!
YOU'RE WHAT I'VE WAITED FOR
I WASN'T SLATED FOR BLUES!

GOOD NEWS IS WELCOME TO ME
BAD NEWS IS HELL COME TO ME

SO MISTER GOOD NEWS
YOU'RE BOUND TO DO ME GOOD,
COME RIGHT HERE TO ME,
GOOD NEWS!
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Writers Lew Brown, Buddy DeSylva, Ray Henderson

Genres Showtune, Standard

Recorded 1998

Lyrics [verse]:
TO BE OR NOT TO BE -
THAT IS NOT THE QUESTION!
I DECIDED LONG AGO TO BE!
WITH ME,
IT'S WHAT TO BE,
NOW.
MAKE ME SOME SUGGESTIONS,
GOOD OR BAD,
WHICH IS THE BEST FOR ME
WHEN YOU'RE AFTER
FUN AND LAUGHTER?
THIS AGGRAVATES YOU,
SOME REFORMERS SAY,
A WARMER CLIMATE AWAITS YOU!

[Chorus]:
IF IT'S NAUGHTY
TO ROUGE YOUR LIPS,
SHAKE YOUR SHOULDERS
AND SHAKE YOUR HIPS,
LET A LADY CONFESS,
I WANT TO BE BAD!
IF IT'S NAUGHTY
TO VAMP THE MEN,
SLEEP EACH MORNING
TILL AFTER TEN,
THEN THE ANSWER IS YES,
I WANT TO BE BAD!

THIS THING OF BEING
A GOOD LITTLE GOODY
IS ALL VERY WELL.
WHAT CAN YOU DO
WHEN YOU'RE LOADED
WITH PLENTY OF HEALTH
AND VIGOR;
WHEN YOU'RE LEARNING
WHAT LIPS ARE FOR,
AND IT'S NAUGHTY
TO ASK FOR MORE,
LET A LADY CONFESS,
I WANT TO BE BAD!

OH, IF IT'S NAUGHTY
TO ROUGE YOUR LIPS,
SHAKE YOUR SHOULDERS
AND SHAKE YOUR HIPS,
THEN LET A LADY CONFESS,
I WANT TO BE BAD!
(BOOP-BOOP-A-DOOP!)
AND IF IT'S NAUGHTY
TO VAMP THE MEN,
SLEEP EACH MORNING
TILL AFTER TEN,
THEN THE ANSWER IS YES,
I WANT TO BE BAD!

NOBODY CARES
JUST HOW BLUE
AND HOW LONESOME
I AM!
IF I HAVE TROUBLES
AND LAUGH,
WHY THEY DON'T
GIVE A DAMSEL CREDIT.

IF IT'S WRONG
TO LET SOMEONE TAKE,
JUST A LITTLE KISS
BY MISTAKE,
LET A LADY CONFESS,
I WANT TO BE BAD!
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Writers Lew Brown, Buddy DeSylva, Ray Henderson

Genres Standard

Recorded 1955

Lyrics I'M A DREAMER,
AREN'T WE ALL?
JUST A DREAMER,
AREN'T WE ALL?
IN MY DREAMS
EACH NIGHT IT SEEMS
MY SWEETHEART COMES TO CALL..
HE'S SO CHARMING,
STRONG AND TALL,
IT'S ALARMING HOW I FALL!
HE'S IDEAL,
BUT THEN HE ISN'T REAL,
AND I'M A FOOL,
BUT AREN'T WE ALL?
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Writers Lew Brown, Buddy DeSylva, Ray Henderson

Genres Standard

Recorded 1960

Lyrics verse 1:
LOVERS DEPEND ON MOONLIGHT
FOR A LOVE AFFAIR.
BABIES DEPEND ON MOTHERS
FOR THEIR TENDER CARE
FLOWERS DEPEND ON SUNSHINE
AND THE MORNING DEW.
EACH THING DEPENDS ON SOMETHING,
AND I DEPEND ON YOU.

Chorus:
I CAN BE HAPPY,
I CAN BE SAD,
I CAN BE GOOD
OR I CAN BE BAD,
IT ALL DEPENDS ON YOU.
I CAN BE LONELY
OUT IN A CROWD,
I CAN BE HUMBLE,
I CAN BE PROUD,
IT ALL DEPENDS ON YOU.

I CAN SAVE MONEY,
OR SPEND IT,
GO RIGHT ON LIVING,
OR END IT.
YOU'RE TO BLAME, HONEY,
FOR WHAT I DO.

I KNOW THAT
I CAN BE BEGGAR,
I CAN BE KING,
I CAN BE
ALMOST ANY OLD THING,
IT ALL DEPENDS ON YOU.

verse 2:
ISN'T IT SWEET
TO KNOW DEAR,
YOU CAN HELP ME ON?
WOULDN'T IT HURT
TO KNOW DEAR,
ALL MY HOPES WERE GONE?
WOULDN'T IT MAKE YOU PROUD,
DEAR,
IF I MADE A NAME?
BUT IF I FAILED
TO WIN DEAR,
WOULD YOU WANT
ALL THE BLAME?

Chorus
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Writers Lew Brown, Buddy DeSylva, Ray Henderson

Genres Standard, Ballad

Recorded 1947

Lyrics JUST IMAGINE
THAT HE LOVES ME DEARLY,
JUST IMAGINE
THAT I'M HERE SINCERELY.
I'M PRETENDING
THAT HE'S SENDING
A LOVE NOTE ENDING
I LOVE YOU!
SEEMS THAT HE'S THERE
AS THE DAY IS CLOSING
ON HIS KNEES THERE,
I HEAR HIM PROPOSING!
HE'S NOT PRESENT,
STILL IT'S PLEASANT,
JUST IMAGINE
THAT IT'S TRUE.

SEEMS THAT HE'S THERE
AS THE DAY IS CLOSING
ON HIS KNEES THERE,
I HEAR HIM PROPOSING!
TILL I WIN YOU,
I'LL CONTINUE
TO IMAGINE
THAT IT'S TRUE.
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Writers Lew Brown, Ray Henderson

Genres Standard

Recorded 2000

Lyrics verse:
PEOPLE ARE QUEER,
THEY'RE ALWAYS
CROWING,
SCRAMBLING
AND RUSHING ABOUT.
WHY DON'T THEY STOP
SOME DAY,
ADDRESS THEMSELVES
THIS WAY?
WHY ARE WE HERE?
WHERE ARE WE GOING?
IT'S TIME
THAT WE FOUND OUT.
WE'RE NOT HERE
TO STAY,
WE'RE ON A SHORT
HOLIDAY.

Chorus:
LIFE IS JUST A BOWL OF CHERRIES.
DON'T MAKE IT SERIOUS,
LIFE'S TOO MYSTERIOUS.
YOU WORK,
YOU SAVE,
YOU WORRY SO,
BUT YOU CAN'T TAKE
YOUR DOUGH
WHEN YOU GO,
GO,
GO.
SO KEEP REPEATING
IT'S THE BERRIES,
THE STRONGEST OAK
MUST FALL.
THE SWEET THINGS
IN LIFE
TO YOU
WERE JUST LOANED,
SO HOW CAN YOU LOSE
WHAT YOU'VE NEVER OWNED?
LIFE IS JUST A BOWL OF CHERRIES,
SO LIVE
AND LAUGH AT IT ALL.
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Writers Lew Brown, Buddy DeSylva, Ray Henderson

Genres Standard

Recorded 1964

Lyrics MAYBE IT'S BEST
THAT WE'RE THROUGH,
WHAT WAS IT
LEADING US TO?
YOU WERE PRETENDING,
THIS IS JUST ENDING,
DREAMS THAT COULD NEVER
COME TRUE.
YOU GO YOUR WAY IN CONTENT,
I'M TRYING HARD TO REPENT.

MY SIN
WAS LOVING YOU.
NOT WISELY,
BUT TOO WELL.
YOUR SIN
WAS LETTING ME
AND GETTING ME
IN YOUR SPELL.
OUR SIN
WAS FOLLOWING
A LOVE THAT COULD NOT BE,
NOW MY SIN
IS WANTING YOU
THOUGH YOU'VE FORGOTTEN ME.

MY SIN
WAS LOVING YOU
AND YIELDING TO YOUR CHARMS
YOUR SIN
WAS HOLDING ME
AND FOLDING ME
IN YOUR ARMS.
YOUR SIN
IS OVER NOW, I GUESS,.
YOU'VE FOUND YOUR HAPPINESS,.
AND YOUR LOVE IS OVER, TOO.
BUT MY SIN
IS JUST THE SAME,
I'M STILL IN LOVE WITH YOU
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