My funny valentine...
Sweet, comic valentine...
You make me smile with my heart
Your looks are laughable, unphotographable
yet your my favorite work of art
Is your figure less than Greek?
Is your mouth a little weak?
When you open it to speak,
are you smart?
But don't change a hair for me
Not if you care for me
Stay little valentine
Stay
Each day is valentine's day.
Is your figure less than Greek?
Is your mouth a little weak?
When you open it to speak,
Are you smart?
But don't change a hair for me
Not if you care for me
Stay little valentine
Stay
Each day is Valentine's Day
My story is much too sad to be told
But practically everything leaves me totally cold
The only exception I know is the case
When I'm out on a quiet spree, fighting vainly the old ennui
Then I suddenly turn and see
Your fabulous face
Chorus:
I get no kick from champagne
Mere alcohol doesn't thrill me at all
So tell me why should it be true?
That I get a
Kick! Out of you
[3 different verses for every song]
(Some like the perfume from Spain)
(I'm sure that if I took even one sniff)
(It would bore me terrifically too)
(But I get a kick out of you)
(Some like the bop-type refrain)
(I'm sure that if, I heard even one riff)
(It would bore me terrifically too)
(But I get a kick out of you)
(Some they may go for cocaine)
(I'm sure that if, I took even one sniff)
(It would bore me terrifically too)
(But I get a kick out of you)
I get a kick every time I see you standing there before me
I get a kick though it's clear to see, you obviously do not adore me
I get no kick in a plane
Flying too high with some gal in the sky
Is my idea of nothing to do
But I get a kick out of you
She gets too hungry, for dinner at eight
She likes the theatre, and never comes late
She never bothers, with people she'd hate
That's why the lady is a tramp
Doesn't like crap games, with barons or earls
Won't go to Harlem, in ermine and pearls
Won't dish the dirt, with the rest of the girls
That's why the lady is a tramp
She likes the free, fresh wind in her hair
Life without care
She's broke, and it's oak
Hates California, it's cold and it's damp
That's why the lady is a tramp
She gets too hungry, to wait for dinner at eight
She loves the theatre, but never comes late
She'd never bother, with people She'd hate
Thats why the Lady is a Tramp
She'll have no crap games, with Sharpie's and Fraud's
And she won't go to Harlem, in Lincoln's or Ford's
And she won't dish the dirt, with the rest of the broads
That's why the Lady is a Tramp
She loves the free, fresh, wind in her hair
Life without care
She's broke, but it's oak
Hates California, it's so cold, and so damp
That's why the Lady, That's why the Lady
That's why the Lady is a Tramp
I have got you under my skin
I've got you deep in the heart of me
So deep in my heart, you're really a part of me
I've got you under my skin
I have tried so not to give in
I have said to myself this affair never gonna go so well
But why should I try to resist, when baby I know so well
I have got you under my skin
I would sacrifice anything come what might
For the sake of holding you near
In spite of a warning voice that comes in the night
And repeats, and it shouts in my ear
Don't you know blue eyes, you never can win
Use your mentality, wake up to reality
But each time I do, just the thought of you
Makes me stop before I begin
'Cause I've got you under my skin
Instrumental
I would sacrifice anything come what might
For the sake of having you near
In spite of a warning voice that comes in the night
And repeats, and it shouts in my ear
Don't you know little fool, you never can win
Why not use your mentality, step up, wake up to reality
But each time I do, just the thought of you
Makes me stop before I begin
'Cause I've got you under my skin
I love you under my skin
Went to see a movie show
Found myself an empty row
Thought the show was just alright
Same old Saturday night
Then I made the usual stop
Coffee at the coffee shop
Friendly face nowhere in sight
Same old Saturday night
I really thought - the papers I bought
Would help me forget you for a while
Believe me honey - the funnies weren't funny
They didn't even make me smile
How I wish you'd lift the phone
Fun is fun - but not alone
'Til you let me hold you tight
Same old Saturday night
Only your face - can help me erase
That same old Saturday night
Chicago, Chicago that toddling town
Chicago, Chicago I will show you around - I love it
Bet your bottom dollar you lose the blues in Chicago, Chicago
The town that Billy Sunday couldn't shut down
On State Street, that great street, I just want to say
They do things they don't do on Broadway
They have the time, the time of their life
I saw a man, he danced with his wife
In Chicago, Chicago my home town
Chicago, Chicago that toddlin' town
Chicago, Chicago I'll show you around - I love it
Bet your bottom dollar you lose the blues in Chicago, Chicago
The town that Billy Sunday could not shut down
On State Street, that great street, I just want to say
They do things that they never do on Broadway -- say
They have the time, the time of their life
I saw a man and he danced with his wife
In Chicago, Chicago, Chicago -- that's my home town