Pinwheel of Death

Raymond B. Egan


SONGS

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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 Raymond B. Egan, Roy K. Marsh, Tom Pitts

Genres Standard

Recorded 1958

Lyrics verse 1:
I ALWAYS THOUGHT
THAT I'D PREFER SINGLE BLESSEDNESS,
THOUGHT THAT I'D LIKE TO STAY FREE,
I NEVER THOUGHT
MY TIME WOULD COME TO MARRY,
NO WEDDING BELLS FOR ME.
I'VE CHANGED MY MIND AFTER ALL,
YOU ARE THE ONE MADE ME FALL
FOR...

Chorus:
I NEVER KNEW
I COULD LOVE ANYBODY,
HONEY, LIKE I'M LOVING YOU
I COULDN'T REALIZE
WHAT A PAIR OF EYES
AND A BABY SMILE COULD DO
I CAN'T SLEEP, I CAN'T EAT,
I NEVER KNEW
A SINGLE SOUL COULD BE SO SWEET,
I NEVER KNEW
I COULD LOVE ANYBODY,
HONEY, LIKE I'M LOVING YOU.

verse 2:
I USED TO SMILE
AT ALL THE SONGS THAT WERE POPULAR,
NOTHING BUT LOVE IN EACH SONG.
I USED TO THINK
THOSE KIND OF SONGS WERE FOOLISH,
NOW I ADMIT I'M WRONG.
LOVE SONGS ARE PART OF MY PLAN,
SHOW ME THE MINISTER MAN
FOR...

Chorus:
I NEVER KNEW
I COULD LOVE ANYBODY,
HONEY, LIKE I'M LOVING YOU
I COULDN'T REALIZE
WHAT A PAIR OF EYES
AND A BABY SMILE COULD DO
I CAN'T SLEEP, I CAN'T EAT,
I NEVER KNEW
A SINGLE SOUL COULD BE SO SWEET,
I NEVER KNEW
I COULD LOVE ANYBODY,
HONEY, LIKE I'M LOVING YOU.
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Writers Raymond B. Egan, Richard A. Whiting

Genres Standard

Recorded 1983

Lyrics verse:
WON'T YOU STRETCH
IMAGINATION
FOR THE MOMENT
AND COME WITH ME.
LET US HASTEN
TO A NATION
LYING OVER
THE WESTERN SEA
HIDE BEHIND
THE CHERRY BLOSSOMS,
HERE'S A SIGHT
THAT WILL PLEASE YOUR EYES.
THERE'S A BABY
WITH A LADY OF JAPAN
SINGING LULLABIES.
NIGHT WINDS BREATHE
HER SIGHS.
JUST AS SILENT
AS WE CAME,
WE'LL LEAVE THIS LAND
OF THE PAINTED FAN.
WANDER LIGHTLY
OR YOU'LL WAKE
THE LITTLE PEOPLE
OF OLD JAPAN.
MAY REPOSE
AND PLEASANT DREAMING
BE THEIR SHARE
WHILE THE HOURS
ARE SMALL.
LIKE AN ECHO
OF THE SONG I HEAR
THE JAPANESE SANDMAN
CALL
NEW DAYS NEAR
FOR ALL.

Chorus:
HERE'S THE JAPANESE SANDMAN
SNEAKING ON WITH THE DEW,
JUST AN OLD SECOND HAND MAN
HE'LL BUY YOUR OLD DAY
FROM YOU.
HE WILL TAKE EVERY SORROW
OF THE DAY THAT IS THROUGH,
AND HE'LL GIVE YOU TOMORROW
JUST TO START
A LIFE ANEW.

THEN YOU'LL BE A BIT OLDER
IN THE DAWN
WHEN YOU WAKE,
AND YOU'LL BE A BIT BOLDER
WITH THE NEW DAY
YOU MAKE.

HERE'S THE JAPANESE SANDMAN,
TRADE HIM SILVER FOR GOLD,
JUST AN OLD SECOND HAND MAN
TRADING NEW DAYS FOR OLD.
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Writers Joseph R. Alden, Raymond B. Egan, Ange Lorenzo, Richard A. Whiting

Genres Standard

Recorded 1957

Lyrics verse 1:
WOULDN'T IT BE
A CHANGE FOR YOU
AND ME
TO STAY AT HOME
ONCE IN A WHILE?
WE CABARET
UNTIL THE BREAK
OF DAY,
I'LL BET WE'VE DANCED
MANY A MILE.
I'D LIKE TO SEE
A MOVIE ONCE MORE,
THEY DON'T KEEP PEOPLE
STAYING UP UNTIL FOUR.
WOULDN'T IT BE
A PLEASANT NOVELTY
TO TUMBLE IN
EARLY ONCE MORE?

Chorus:
SLEEPY TIME GAL,
YOU'RE TURNING
NIGHT INTO DAY.
SLEEPY TIME GAL,
YOU'VE DANCED
THE EVENING AWAY.
BEFORE EACH SILVERY STAR
FADES OUT OF SIGHT,
PLEASE GIVE ME
ONE LITTLE KISS,
THEN LET US WHISPER
GOOD NIGHT.
IT'S GETTING LATE
AND, DEAR,
YOUR PILLOW'S WAITING
SLEEPY TIME GAL,
WHEN ALL YOUR DANCING
IS THROUGH,
SLEEPY TIME GAL,
I'LL FIND A COTTAGE
FOR YOU.
YOU'LL LEARN TO COOK
AND TO SEW,
WHAT'S MORE
YOU'LL LOVE IT,
I KNOW.
WHEN YOU'RE
A STAY-AT-HOME,
PLAY-AT-HOME,
EIGHT-O'CLOCK,
SLEEPY TIME GAL.

verse 2:
WOULDN'T IT BE
A PLEASANT SIGHT
TO SEE A KITCHENETTE
ONLY FOR YOU?
WOULDN'T IT BE
A PLEASANT SIGHT
TO SEE A TABLE
SET FOR TWO?
I'LL GET A BIG VICTROLA
AND THEN,
WE'LL START IN DANCING
EVERY NEW DANCE AGAIN.
THEN IT WILL BE
A PLEASANT NOVELTY
TO TUMBLE IN
ABOUT TEN.

Chorus:
SLEEPY TIME GAL,
YOU'RE TURNING
NIGHT INTO DAY.
SLEEPY TIME GAL,
YOU'VE DANCED
THE EVENING AWAY.
BEFORE EACH SILVERY STAR
FADES OUT OF SIGHT,
PLEASE GIVE ME
ONE LITTLE KISS,
THEN LET US WHISPER
GOOD NIGHT.
IT'S GETTING LATE
AND, DEAR,
YOUR PILLOW'S WAITING
SLEEPY TIME GAL,
WHEN ALL YOUR
DANCING IS THROUGH,
SLEEPY TIME GAL,
I'LL FIND
A COTTAGE FOR YOU.
YOU'LL LEARN TO COOK
AND TO SEW,
WHAT'S MORE
YOU'LL LOVE IT,
I KNOW.
WHEN YOU'RE
A STAY-AT-HOME,
PLAY-AT-HOME,
EIGHT-O'CLOCK,
SLEEPY TIME GAL.
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Writers Raymond B. Egan, Richard A. Whiting

Genres Standard, Ballad

Recorded 1951

Lyrics THERE'S A SONG
IN THE LAND OF THE LILY
EACH SWEETHEART
HAS HEARD WITH A SIGH.
OVER HIGH GARDEN WALLS
THIS SWEET ECHO FALLS
AS A SOLDIER BOY
WHISPERS GOODBYE.

SMILE THE WHILE
YOU KISS ME SAD ADIEU,
WHEN THE CLOUDS ROLL BY
I'LL COME TO YOU.
THEN THE SKIES
WILL SEEM MORE BLUE,
DOWN IN LOVER'S LANE,
MY DEARIE.

WEDDING BELLS
WILL RING SO MERRILY,
EV'RY TEAR
WILL BE A MEMORY.
SO WAIT AND PRAY
EACH NIGHT FOR ME
TILL WE MEET AGAIN

THOUGH GOODBYE
MEANS THE BIRTH OF A TEARDROP,
HELLO
MEANS THE BIRTH OF A SMILE.
AND THE SMILE WILL ERASE
THE TEAR BLIGHTING TRACE
WHEN WE MEET
IN THE AFTER AWHILE.