Memories and drinks don't mix too well
And jukebox records don't play those wedding bells
Looking at the world through the bottom of a glass
All I see is a man who's fading fast
Tonight I need that woman again
What I'd give for my baby to just walk in
Sit down beside me and say it's all right
Take me home and make sweet love to me tonight
But here I am again
Mixing misery and gin
Sitting with all my friends
And talking to myself
I look like I'm having a good time
But any fool can tell
That this honky tonk heaven
Really makes me feel like hell
I light a lonely woman's cigarette
And we start talking
About what we want to forget
Her life story and mine are the same
We both lost someone
And only have ourselves to blame
Ted Lewis' Band (or so the label says) in 1933 with a sort of ultra-jazz-novelty feature with hillbilly singin'. Don't be scairt, it's good!
[video=youtube;eS-c1U47v90]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eS-c1U47v90[/video]
At present a group called Libera, which is an English boy choir that does an amazingly diverse cross-section of styles from, traditional to more contemporary.
What do you think of this?
What do you think of that?
All the flappers have a new expression
Maybe you'll think it's hot
Whether you do or not
This is what you'll hear
When a flapper's near you
Give it this, Oh baby, give it that
And maybe we'll wind up together
Giving it this and that
I'm afraid you're made up
Like a radiator
We'll burn up together
Giving it this and that
Shake your hips, show your form
Think of highbrows gray
Take my lips, keep 'em warm
Let's misbehave
Give it this, hop on it! Give it that!
Doggone it, let's go on forever
Giving it this and that
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