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Have a banana, Hannah
Try the salami, Tommy
Get with the gravy, Davy
Everybody eats when they come to my house
Try a tomato, Plato
Here's cacciatore, Dory
Taste of baloney, Tony
Everybody eats when they come to my house
I've fixed your favorite dishes
Hoping this good food fills you
Work my hands to the bone in the kitchen alone
You better eat if it kills you
Pass me a pancake, Mandrake
Havin' a derby, Irvy
Look in the fendel, Mendel
Everybody eats when they come to my house
Hannah, Davy, Tommy, Dora, Mandrake
Everybody eats when they come to my house
Pasta fazoula, Tallulah
Oh, do have a bagel, Fagel
Now don't be so bashful, Nashville
Everybody eats when they come to my house
Hey, this is a party, Marty
You get the cherry, Jerry
Now don't be so picky, Mickey
‘Cause everybody eats when they come to my house
All of my friends are welcome
Don't make me coax you, moax you
Eat the tables, the chairs, the napkins, who cares?
You gotta eat if it chokes you
Have a frittata, Lotta
Nibble a kibble, Sybil
Chili con carne for Barney
Everybody eats when they come to my house
Face, Buster, share, chops, fump
Everybody eats when they come to my house
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How do you like your eggs in the morning?
I like mine with a kiss
Boiled or fried?
I'm satisfied as long as I get my kiss
How do you like your toast in the morning?
I like mine with a hug
Dark or light?
The world's all right as long as I get my hug
I've got to have my love in the a.m.
Or the rest of my day is positively mayhem
I'm a regular monster
How do you like your eggs in the morning?
I like mine with a kiss
Up or down, I’ll never frown
Eggs can be almost bliss
Just as long as I get my kiss
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Forty Cups Of Coffee
02:56
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Pace the floor, stop and stare
I drink a cup of coffee and start pulling out my hair
I'm drinking forty cups of coffee
Forty cups of coffee
Forty cups of coffee, waiting for you to come home
A quarter to twelve and you're still not in
The way you run around is a doggone sin
I'm drinking forty cups of coffee
Forty cups of coffee
Forty cups of coffee, waiting for you to come home
A quarter to three, I start watching the clock
The phone won't ring, so I'm waiting for your knock
I'm drinking forty cups of coffee
Forty cups of coffee
Forty cups of coffee, waiting for you to come home
Quarter to four, you ain't got home yet
I try to be cool and smoke a cigarette
I'm drinking forty cups of coffee
Forty cups of coffee
Forty cups of coffee, waiting for you to come home
You knock on the door about a quarter to five
I wanna hug you and kiss you, say thank heaven you're alive
I drank forty cups of coffee
Forty cups of coffee
Forty cups of coffee, but I'm glad you finally came home
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4. |
The Coffee Song
02:15
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Way down among Brazilians
Coffee beans grow by the billions
So they've got to find those extra cups to fill
They've got an awful lot of coffee in Brazil
You can't get cherry soda
'Cause they've got to fill that quota
And the way things are I'll bet they never will
They've got a zillion tons of coffee in Brazil
No tea or tomato juice
You'll see no potato juice
‘Cause the planters down in Santos all say no, no, no
A politician's daughter
Was accused of drinking water
And was fined a great big fifty dollar bill
They've got an awful lot of coffee in Brazil
You date a girl and find out later
She smells just like a percolator
Her perfume was made right on the grill
Why they could percolate the ocean in Brazil
And when their ham and eggs need savor
Coffee ketchup gives 'em flavor
Coffee pickles way outsell the dill
Why they put coffee in the coffee in Brazil
No tea or tomato juice
You'll see no potato juice
‘Cause the planters down in Santos all say no, no, no
So you’ll add to the local color
Serving coffee with a cruller
Dunking doesn't take a lot of skill
They've got an awful lot of coffee in Brazil
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5. |
Peel Me A Grape
03:42
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Peel me a grape, crush me some ice
Skin me a peach, save the fuzz for my pillow
Start me a smoke, talk to me nice
You got to wine me and dine me
Don't try to fool me, bejewel me
Either amuse me or lose me
I'm getting hungry, peel me a grape
Pop me a cork, French me a fry
Crack me a nut, bring a bowl full of bon bons
Chill me some wine, keep standing by
Just entertain me, champagne me
Show me you love me, kid glove me
Best way to cheer me, cashmere me
I'm getting hungry, peel me a grape
Here's how to be an agreeable chap
Love me or leave me in luxury's lap
Hop when I holler, skip when I snap
When I say do it, jump to it
Send out for scotch, call me a cab
Cut me a rose, make my tea with the petals
Just hang around, pick up the tab
Never out-think me, just mink me
Polar bear rug me, don't bug me
New Thunderbird me, you heard me
I'm getting hungry, peel me a grape
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6. |
Frim Fram Sauce
03:17
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I don't want French fried potatoes
Red ripe tomatoes
I'm never satisfied
I want the frim fram sauce with the ausen fay
And chafafa on the side
I don't want pork chops and bacon
That won't awaken
My appetite inside
I want the frim fram sauce with the ausen fay
And chafafa on the side
Now a girl has really got to eat
And a girl she should eat right
Five will get you ten
I'm gonna feed myself right tonight
I don't want fish cakes and rye bread
You heard what I said
Waiter, bring me mine fried
I want the frim fram sauce with the ausen fay
And chafafa on the side
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Mangos
03:16
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Mangos, papaya, chestnuts from the fire
In my house of straw, I have so much more
Pie from the pigeon I fix in the kitchen
Each bite is just right for your appetite
Now if you like the way I cook
And if you like the way I look
Then step inside my shady nook
And you'll find mangos and papayas
Anything your heart desires.
Mangos, papayas, chestnuts from the fire
The food is so good you will want to stay
Mangos, papayas, melones y vallas
Mi bien te daré si me das el sí
Toda la fruta del mundo
No alcanza así es
Para igualar este dulce amor
Y si me quieres tu a mi
Como te quiero yo a ti
Por qué no habríamos de tener
Todos los mango y papayas
Y cajetas de Celaya
Mangos, papayas, chestnuts from the fire
The food is so good you will want to stay
Eat up and drink up and maybe you'll think up
The day when we say preacher man, okay
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Sinkin’ Soon
04:04
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Like an oyster cracker on the stew
And the honey in the tea
We're the sugar cubes, one lump or two,
In the black coffee,
The golden crust on an apple pie,
That shines in the sun at noon,
We're a wheel of cheese high in the sky,
But we're gonna be sinkin' soon.
In a boat that's built of sticks and hay,
We drifted from the shore,
With a captain who's too proud to say,
That he dropped the oar,
Now a tiny hole has sprung a leak,
In this cheap pontoon,
Now the hull has started growing weak,
And we're gonna be sinkin' soon.
We're gonna be sinkin' soon,
We're gonna be sinkin' soon,
Everybody hold your breath
‘Cause we're gonna be sinkin' soon
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Jambalaya
02:25
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Goodbye Joe, me gotta go, me oh my-o
Me gotta go pole a pirogue on the Bayou
My Yvonne, the sweetest one, me oh my-o
Son of a gun we’re gonna have big fun on the Bayou
Jambalaya, crawfish pie, filet gumbo
Cos tonight I’m going to see my chers ami-o
Pick guitar, fill fruit jar and be gay-o
Son of a gun we’re gonna have big fun on the Bayou
The Thibodeaux, the Fontaineaux, the place is buzzing
Kinfolk come to see Yvonne by the dozen.
Dress in style, go hog wild, me oh my-o
Son of a gun we’re gonna have big fun on the Bayou
Jambalaya, crawfish pie, filet gumbo
Cos tonight I’m going to see my chers ami-o
Pick guitar, fill fruit jar and be gay-o
Son of a gun we’re gonna have big fun on the Bayou
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Come On-A My House
02:49
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Come on-a my house, my house, I'm gonna give you candy
Come on-a my house, my house, I'm gonna give a you
Apple, and plum and an apricot too
Come on-a my house, my house a come on
Come on-a my house, my house a come on
Come on-a my house, my house I'm gonna give a you
Figs and dates and grapes and cakes
Come on-a my house, my house a come on
Come on-a my house, my house a come on
Come on-a my house, my house, I'm gonna give you candy
Come on-a my house, my house, I'm gonna give you everything
Come on-a my house, my house, I'm gonna give you Christmas tree
Come on-a my house, my house, I'm gonna give you … a pomegranate
Come on-a my house, my house a come on
Come on-a my house, my house a come on
Come on-a my house, my house I'm gonna give you
Peach and pear and I love your hair
Come on-a my house, my house a come on
Come on-a my house, my house a come on
Come on-a my house, my house, I'm gonna give you candy
Come on-a my house, my house, I'm gonna give you … everything
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Days Of Wine And Roses
03:40
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The days of wine and roses
Laugh and run away like a child at play
Through the meadowland towards a closing door
A door marked nevermore, that wasn't there before
The lonely night discloses
Just a passing breeze filled with memories
Of the golden smile that introduced me to
The days of wine and roses and you
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Sugar In My Bowl
02:32
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I want a little sugar in my bowl,
I want a little sweetness down in my soul
I could stand some lovin', oh so bad
I feel so funny, I feel so sad
I want a little steam on my clothes
Maybe I can fix things up, so they'll go
What's the matter daddy, come on save my soul
I need some sugar in my bowl, I ain't fooling
I want some sugar in my bowl
I want a little sugar in my bowl,
I want some hotdog in my roll
You been acting different, I've been told
Move your finger, drop some sugar in my bowl
I want some steam on my clothes
Maybe I can fix things up so they'll go
What's the matter daddy, come on save my soul
I want some sugar in my bowl, I ain't fooling
I want some sugar in my bowl
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Drinking Champagne
03:09
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I’m drinking champagne and feeling no pain ‘til early morning
Dining and dancing with every pretty girl I can find
I’m having a fling with a purdy young thing ‘til early morning
Knowing tomorrow I’ll wake up with you on my mind
Guilty conscience, I guess, though I must confess
I never loved you much when you were mine
So I’ll keep drinking Champagne and feeling no pain ‘til early morning
Dining and dancing with every pretty girl I can find
I’ll keep having a fling with a purdy young thing ‘til early morning
Knowing tomorrow I’ll wake up with you on my mind
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Amie Brûlée Ballarat, Australia
Amie Brûlée brings you a charming blend of original songs and old favourites with continental sophistication and vintage style. She loves to sing joyful songs, vintage swing, French and Spanish classics, songs about food and wine, and originals. Her captivating and delightful performances transport audiences to other times and places with a blend of music, stories and humour. ... more
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