Robbie Williams Lyrics » Swing When You’re Winning

Well Did You Evah

admin — Tue, 26 Oct 2010 00:49:34 +0000

Have you heard?
The coast of Maine just got caught in a hurricane?
Well did you evah?
What a swell party this is!
Have you heard that poor dear Blanche got run down by an avalanche?
Well, did you evah?
What a swell party this is!
What daiquiris!
What sherry, please!
What burgundy!
What pommery!
Have you heard?
Professor Munch ate his wife and divorced his lunch?
Well, did you evah?
What a swell party this is!
Missus Smith in her new Hup crossed the bridge when the bridge was up,
Well, did you evah?
What a swell part this is!
What brandy, wow!
What whiskey, here’s how!
What gin and what beer,
will you sober up, dear?

Do Nothing Till You Hear From Me

admin — Mon, 11 Oct 2010 13:27:58 +0000

Do nothing till you hear from me
Pay no attention to what’s said
Why one should tear the seam of anyone’s dream
Is over my head

Do nothing till you hear from me
At least consider our romance
If you should take the word of others you’ve heard
I haven’t a chance

True, I’ve been seen with someone new
But does that mean that I’m untrue?
While we’re apart, the words in my heart
Reveal how I feel about you

Some kiss may cloud my memory
And other arms may hold a thrill
But please do nothing till you hear it from me
And you never will!

Something Stupid

admin — Mon, 11 Oct 2010 13:27:37 +0000

I know I stand in line
Until you think you have the time
To spend an evening with me
And if we go someplace to dance
I know that there’s a chance
You won’t be leaving with me

Then afterwards we drop into a quiet little place
And have a drink or two
And then I go and spoil it all
By saying something stupid
Like I love you

I can see it in your eyes
That you despise the same old lines
You heard the night before
And though it’s just a line to you
For me it’s true
And never seemed so right before

I practice every day to find some clever
lines to say
To make the meaning come through
But then I think I’ll wait until the evening
gets late
And I’m alone with you

The time is right
Your perfume fills my head
The stars get red
And oh the night’s so blue
And then I go and spoil it all
By saying something stupid
Like I love you
I love you..

Mack The Knife

admin — Mon, 11 Oct 2010 13:27:31 +0000

Oh the shark has pretty teeth, dear
And he shows them pearly white
Just a jack knife has MacHeath, dear
And he keeps it out of sight

When the shark bites with his teeth, dear
Scarlet billows start to spread
Fancy gloves though wears MacHeath, dear
So there’s not a trace of red

On the sidewalk, Sunday morning
Lies a body oozing life
Someone’s sneaking round the corner
Is the someone Mack the knife?

From a tug boat by the river
A cement bag’s dropping down
The cement’s just for the weight, dear
Bet you Mack is back in town

Louie Miller disappeared, dear
After drawing out his cash
And MacHeath spends like a sailor
Did our boy do something rash?

Sukey Tawdry, Jenny Diver
Polly Peachum, Lucy Brown
Oh the line forms on the right, dear
Now that Mack is back in town

I Will Talk, Hollywood Will Listen

admin — Mon, 11 Oct 2010 13:27:25 +0000

I wouldn’t be so alone
The they knew my name in every home
Kevin Spacey would call on the phone
But I’d be too busy
Come back to the old ville and dine
Cameron Diaz give me a sign
I’d make you smile all the time
Your conversation would compliment mine

I will talk and Hollywood will listen
See them bow and my every word
Mr Spielberg look just what you’re missing
Doesn’t that seem a little obsurd
Bow at my every word

Buy up the rights to my book
Live on a ranch from what the box office took
I’ll go and visit the set
They’ll call me their saviour
All the peoples will scorn celebrity
Lives on the moon
But, I’ll be back home in June
To promote the sequel

I will talk and Hollywood will listen
See them bow and my every word
Mr. Spielberg look just what you’re missing
Doesn’t that seem a little obsurd
Bow at my every word

It Was A Very Good Year

admin — Mon, 11 Oct 2010 13:26:17 +0000

When I was seventeen, it was a very good year.
It was a very good year for small town girls and soft summer nights.
We’d hide from the light on the village green when I was seventeen.
When I was twenty-one, it was a very good year.
It was a very good year for city
girls who lived up the stairs
With perfume hair that came undone
when I was twenty-one.

When I was thirty-five, it was a very good year.
It was a very good year for blue-blooded
girls of independent means.
We’d ride in limousines. Their chauffeurs
would drive when I was thirty-five.

But now the days are short, I’m in the
autumn of the year
and now I think of my life as vintage
wine from fine old kegs
From the brim to the dregs. It poured
sweet and clear. It was a very good year.

Straighten Up And Fly Right

admin — Mon, 11 Oct 2010 13:25:49 +0000

A buzzard took a monkey for a ride in the air,
The monkey thought that everything
was on the square.
The buzzard tried to throw the monkey
off his back,
The monkey grabbed his neck and said,
“Now listen, Jack…”

Straighten up and fly right,
Straighten up and fly right
Straighten up and fly right
Cool down, papa, don’t you blow your top.
Ain’t no use in divin’,
What’s the use in jivin’?
Straighten up and fly right
Cool down, papa, don’t you blow your top.

The buzzard told the monkey,
You’re chokin’ me.
Release your hold and I’ll set you free.
The monkey looked the buzzard right
dead in the eye and said,
Your story’s so touching, but it sounds
jes’ like a lie.

Straighten up and fly right
Straighten up and stay right
Straighten up and fly right
Cool down, papa, don’t you blow your top.

Straighten up and fly right
Straighten up and stay right
Straighten up and fly right
Cool down, papa, don’t you blow – your – top.

Mr. Bojanges

admin — Mon, 11 Oct 2010 13:23:18 +0000

I knew a man Bojangles
And he’d dance for you
In worn out shoes

With silver hair a ragged shirt
And baggy pants
He would do the old soft shoe

He would jump so high
Jump so high
Then he lightly touch down

He told me of the time he worked with
Minstrel shows travelling
Throughout the south

He spoke with tears of fifteen years
How his dog and he
They would travel about.

But his dog up and died
He up and died
And after twenty years he still grieved

He said “I dance now
At every chance in the Honky Tonks
For my drinks and tips

But most the time I spend
Behind these country bars
You see on I drinks a bit”

Then he shook his head
Oh lord when he shook his head
I could swear I heard someone say please

Mister Bojangles
Call him Mister Bojangles
Mister Bojangles come back and dance please

Come back and dance again Mr Bojangles

One For My Baby

admin — Mon, 11 Oct 2010 13:22:57 +0000

It’s quarter to three, there’s no one in the place
Except you and me
So set ’em’ up Joe, I got a little story
I think you should know
We’re drinking my friend, to the end
Of a brief episode
Make it one for my baby
And one more for the road
I know the routine, put another nickel
In the machine
I feel kind of bad, can’t you make the music
Easy and sad
I could tell you a lot, but it’s not
In a gentleman’s code
Make it one for my baby
And one more for the road
You’d never know it, but buddy I’m a kind of poet
And I’ve got a lot of things I’d like to say
And if I’m gloomy, please listen to me
Till it’s talked away
Well that’s how it goes, and Joe I know your gettin’
Anxious to close
Thanks for the cheer
I hope you didn’t mind
My bending your ear
But this torch that I found, It’s gotta be drowned
Or it’s gonna explode
Make it one for my baby
And one more for the road

Things

admin — Mon, 11 Oct 2010 13:22:39 +0000

Ev’ry night I sit here by my window (window)
Starin’ at the lonely avenue (avenue)
Watching lovers holdin’ hand ‘n’ laughin’ (laughin’)
And thinkin’ ’bout the things we used to do

CHORUS
(Thinkin’ of things) Like a walk in the park
(Things) Like a kiss in the dark
(Things) Like a sailboat ride
(Yeah-yeah) What about the night we cried?
Things like a lover’s vow
Things that we don’t do now
Thinkin’ ’bout the things we used to do

Memories are all I have to cling to (cling to)
And heartaches are the friends I’m talkin’ to (talkin’ to)
When I’m not thinkin’ of-a just how much I love you (love you)
Well, I’m-a thinkin’ ’bout the things we used to do

CHORUS

I still can hear the jukebox softly playin’ (playin’)
And the face I see each day belongs to you (belongs to you)
Though there’s not a single sound and there’s nobody else around
Well, it’s-a just me thinkin’ of the things we used to do

CHORUS

And the heartaches are the friends I’m talkin’ to
Ya got me thinkin’ ’bout the things we used to do

FADE