Lyrics
JOHNNY FAVOURITE
Swing Orchestra
         Holiday
Romance
Holiday Romance
Lets go and dance Fury Murray’s
Lets go to dinner and a show
Lets go to Minneapolis, Minnesota
Maybe Halifax, Nova Scotia
With the new big sound bands
Where everyone can dance
Taken’ all our dollies and daddies
For a holiday romance
Ya, ya…..  ya, ya
Ya, ya…..  ya, ya
The old folks at home
Will miss you now your gone
But that’s one thrill
About living on your own
Once ye get half a chance
 For a holiday romance
Hip, hip
So give yourself a half a chance
For a holiday romance
Hip, hip
Your fly, your fly and invited to a dance
Your invited to a dance
You won’t need your pillow tonight
You’ve got my heart
This has been a holiday romance
Right from the very start
Once ye get half a chance
For a holiday romance
Hip, hip
So give yourself just half a chance
For a holiday romance
Hip, hip
Your fly, your fly and invited to a dance
Your invited to a dance
Ya, ya….  ya, ya
Ya, ya….  ya, ya
Rootbeer & Licorice
Rootbeer & Licorice
Rootbeer & Licorice fifty cents to spare
Sometimes I dance all night sometimes I wouldn’t dare
Rootbeer & Licorice fifty cents to spare
I’ll go to the candy store, I’ll get my candy there
Rootbeer & Licorice fifty cents to spare
Sometimes I swing all night sometimes I wouldn’t dare
Rootbeer & Licorice fifty cents to spare
I’ll go to the tavern, I’ll spend my money there
Here we go!
Swing….
Here we go again!
Rootbeer & Licorice fifty cents to spare
Sometimes I swing all night sometimes I wouldn’t dare
Rootbeer & Licorice fifty cents to spare
Sometimes I don’t go home sometimes I wouldn’t dare
 
Bessie Smith
Bessie was more then just a friend of mine
We shared the good times with the bad
Many years now have passed me by
And I still recall, the bet thing I ever had
Now I’m going down the road to see Bessie
I’m gonna see her soon
I’m going down the road to see Bessie Smith
And when I get there
I’m wonderin’ what she’ll do
In my day I made some foolish moves
But back then I didn’t worry about a thing
Now and again I still wonder to myself
Was it her sweet love or just the way that she could sing
Now I’m going down the road to see Bessie
I’m gonna see her soon
I’m gong down the road to see Bessie Smith
And when I get there
I’m wonderin’ what she’ll do
We Still Talk
Do you think its all right
If I go out tonight
If you say no
Then I won’t go
I put a ring on your finger
She put her name on the phone
Put a candle on the table
Tonight we’ll stay home
She says its funny after all that we’ve been through
That we still talk the way that lovers do
Its liberty day, its swingin’ bells
Its capricious, and its just swell
Its the little cottage built in the grassroots style
Its fresh horns, and rhythms and melodies and smiles
Its Glen Miller playing on the hit parade
Its you and me and we got it made
She says its funny after all that we’ve been through
That we still talk the way that lovers do
Its swingin’ day, its the liberty bell
Its capricious, and its just swell
Its the little cottage built in the grassroots style
Its fresh horns and rhythms and Halifax and smiles
Its bar tunes playing on the box
Its you and me and all we need is what we got
She says its funny after all that we’ve been through
That we still talk the way that lovers do
Take us home boys!
Postcards From Paris
I got your love, toady in the mail
I knew that it would find me
A beautiful postcard of loves famous scenes
With writing on back to remind me
Of cobblestone walks, and long drifting talks
And you on your old blue lambretta
The scent of a rose, yes a sweet one of those
Perfume, postcards, from Paris
The old carousal, with its collars and bells
Reminds me of time spent between us
And the breeze brings the smell
Of the chestnuts they sell
As we turn the hole town around us
The green and then blue and the deep purple hue
Turns to the toys on parade
Now in the shape of a kiss
Cause your smiling with lipstick
Covered picture, postcard, from Paris
Hard 8
Hard 8
Your might have gotten a better shot
But I got the chance
I met a girl in black and pearls
Who asked me to a dance
The band played rock n’ rhythm
The Duke E went down straight
And every song when the beat came on
The band just played Hard 8
Hard 8, Hard 8
I said hey black and pearls
I can not dance that style
But then she sent my body spinning
Across that floor gone gently wild
My hands were shaking
The sweat just poured
She beat me to the bar
She said take it Johnny
Take it just like that man I knew you were
Hard 8, Hard 8
I danced my own destruction
Last night at the fireman’s hall
I take an oath to go no more
But its weak as a fireman’s pole
Hard 8, Hard 8
Swingin' Jubilee
Way down south they got a jamboree
Up here we got a jubilee
Rings like gold, the whole night long
Lovin’ and laughing in every song
So come on out across the tracks
Hear my man Wes and his whalen sax
We must admit we sure a swingin’ band
We get blowin’ like a hurricane
Swingin’ turns, jubilee
Sing and dance, jubilee
Sweetest sound I ever heard
Swingin’ jubilee
So if your money, you’ll spend it
Bet your life you won’t regret it
The girls are sweet as potted gold
The boys their nice as candy
Swingin’ turns, jubilee
Sing and dance, jubilee
Sweetest sound I ever heard
Swingin’, jubilee
I went home on Saturday night
And my wife she said to me
Now you got your overtime
We’ll go on a spree
Swingin’ turns, jubilee
Sing and dance, jubilee
Sweetest sound I ever heard
Swingin’, jubilee
Them There Eyes
I fell in love with you the first time I looked into
Them there eyes
You got a certain little cute way of flirtin with
Them there eyes
They make me feel so happy
And make me feel so blue
I’m falling, no stalling
In a great big way for you
My heart is jumpin’ you started something with
Them there eyes
You better look out little brown eyes if your wise
Sparkle, bubble, get you in a hole lotta trouble
Oh baby, them there eyes
I fell in love with you the first time I looked into
You got a certain little cute way of flirtin with
They make me feel so happy
And make me feel so blue
I’m falling, no stalling
In a great big way for you
My heart is jumpin you started something with
Them there eyes
You better look out little brown eyes if your wise
Sparkle, bubble, get you in a hole lotta trouble
I’m looking for the girl with the wistful eye
Hey baby
Them there eyes
Holiday on The Cote D'Azur
We’ll leave at night and go by train
Through Holland, Belgium, France and Spain
We’ll sleep all day, in the sleeping car
We’ll sleep and sleep till there we are
This year for sure
Holiday on the Cote D’Azur
The beach sure is a lovely sight
But the casino is a sheer delight
Perfectly cooked, juicy and thick
Dinner, desert, and my favourite lipstick
This year for sure
Holiday on the Cote D’Azur
I love chicken, lamb, rice and fish
But on holiday I eat my favourite dish
Contra Filet top of the loin
I can’t believe that were finally going
This year for sure
Holiday on the Cote D’Azur
Motorcycle
The girl says she don’t love me
Well that don’t bother me
She thinks she got the answer
But I still got the key
One ten on the one o’ four
Thinking about her call
Nothing matters at 90 miles an hour
Nothings matters at all
But my my my my ma was right
She said that motorcycle could take your life
See her standing under the porch light
Screaming that motorcycle could take your life
No matter how big you think you are
Right now you seem quite small
Disappearing in my rearview mirror
As the revolutions crawl
To the point of the dial that makes me smile
Takes the meaning from it all
Nothing matters at 90 miles an hour
Nothing matters at all
But my my my my ma was right
She said that motorcycle could take your life
See her standing under the porch light
Screaming that motorcycle could take your life
Monday morning twenty five to nine
Unemployment line
I ain’t bitter I ain’t mad
In fact I feel just fine
Dreaming of 68 horses crossing the mean, mean line today
Nothing matters at 90 miles an hour
So there’s nothing that I can say
My my my my ma was right
She said that motorcycle could take your life
See her standing under a porch light
Screaming that motorcycle could take it
Molly Marlane
I slept in the roses of the castle hill road
Through Ramseys garden, down jollies cove
Across the steps of the west bow
I was the young pretend
Toasted burns at the White Heart
Now I’m wrapped up again
I’m all wrapped up in Molly Marlane
She keeps me straight with her curves and her havanas
You might fill her shoes but you won’t fill her pajamas
I’m all wrapped up in Molly
We’d be melancholy
I’m all wrapped up in Molly Marlane
The night was so quite
And the air it smelled so sweet
Low and waverly train sounds
Down Victoria street
And through the grass market
To the junk yard angel show
I’ll meet my friends there
But they shall never know
How I’m all wrapped up in Molly Marlane
Around the world I make trouble
But I won’t come unraveled
I’m all wrapped up in Molly
We’d be melancholy
I’m all wrapped up in Molly Marlane
Home To Mama
Ya its true I’ve been around, I’ve been played
Up and down the town
But when I’m done there’s no cabaret sun
I want to get back home to mama
Oh I can’t chill out don’t wanna be late
Don’ want a Cadallic no more I want a Rocket 88
I want the fastest engine in this town
Take me back home to mama
Down at chesterfields they offered us meals
And the two point spreads and the highest of heels
If you can’t drive let me behind the wheel
So I can get back home to mama
Oh I can’t chill out don’t wanna be late
Don’t want a Cadallic no more I want a Rocket 88
I want the fastest engine in this town
Take me back home to mama
Hey Johnny, when was  the first time you met her?
When was the first time I met her
Well see Mr. It seemed like so long ago
I can hardly remember
OK, all right it was Friday night, or maybe it was Saturday
She was cool, as cool as the fall
And her eyes they shone like diamonds
Over the stars the early dawn
She had smiles for everyone
But her kisses, her kisser, her kisses were only for me
Well its so nice to see you folks it was swingin’
With the horns pumpin’ and the guitar ringin’
You know I sure am fond of singin’
But I gotta get back home to mama
Oh I can’t chill out, don’t wanna e late
Don’t want a Cadallic no more I want a Rocket 88
Take the fastest engine in this town
Home to mama
Canadian September
Spinning around the room
You were beautiful to see
Swingin’ your hips to the tune
You looked beautiful to me
When I wake from this dream
Canadian September
I’ll just close my eyes
And remember
Writing stories
Painting pictures
Of a fading summer
I’ve got your photo
Covered in kisses
To a warm December
When I wake from this dream
Canadian September
I’ll just close my eyes
And remember
Springtime smiles
Autumn styles
I’ll keep them on file
And after awhile
When I wake from this dream
Canadian September
I’ll just close my eyes
And remember
Black Dog
Hey, hey mamma said the way you move
Gonna make you sweat, gonna make you groove
Uh oh child the way you shake that thing
Gonna make you burn, gonna make you sting
Hey, hey babe when you walk that way
Watch your honey drip can’t keep away
Baby, baby
Baby, baby
I got a roll can’t stand still
Got a flamin’ heart can’t get my fill
Eyes that shine, burning grin
Dreams of you all though my head
Rock n’ Roll I can’t stand still
Got a flamin’ heart want to get my fill
Uh oh girl when you walk that way
Watch your honey drip can’t keep away
Baby, baby
Baby, baby
Its been so long since I found out
What people mean about down and out
She game me money I bought me a car
Now she’s telling her friends I’m gonna be a star
Goodnight My Love
Goodnight my love
The tired old moon is descending
Goodnight my love
My moment with you now is ending
It was so heavenly
Holding you close to me
It will be heavenly
To hold you again in my dreams
The stars above
Have promised to meet us tomorrow
Till then my love
How dreary the new day will seem
So for the present dear
We’ll have to part
Sleep tight my love
Goodnight my love
Remember that you’re mine sweetheart
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