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Janie's Theme Song
Blondie:
=]/ How Lucky Can You Get
Written by F.Ebb & J.Kender
CHORUS
Ain't she got fun,
She's the luckiest one
FANNY
Satin on my shoulder and a smile on my lips
How lucky can you get
Money in my pocket right at my fingertips
How lucky can you get
Every night a party where the fun never ends
You can circle the globe with my circle of friends
Someone I am crazy for is crazy for me
I'm his personal pet
Wow how lucky can you get
CHORUS
See her diamonds are gleam
her life is a dream
FUNNY AND CHORUS
Wrap it up and charge it that's my is my favourite phrase
How lucky can you get
When I see the chauffeur think I'll give him a raise
How lucky can you get
Weekends in the country with the baron of course
And a wardrobe to shock mrs Asters pet horse
Making merry music with the one that I love
We're a perfect duet
Gee how lucky can you
Wee how lucky can you
Wow how lucky can you get
CHORUS
Ain't she got fun
FUNNY
Satin on my shoulder how lucky can you get
Money in my pocket how lucky can you get
Every night's a party where the fun never ends
You can circle the globe with my circle of friends
Someone I am crazy for is crazy for me
I'm his personal pat
Wow how lucky can you get
Hey there, gorgeous!
Big success!
What's your secret gorgeous!
Just lucky I guess
Life's a bed of roses whirling perfume on me
You can spare me the blues I don't sing in that key
And if there's a man who'd leave me I am happy to say
I haven't run into him yet
Gee Wee Wow
How lucky, how lucky can you get!
{**} :] {**}
Nuala:
very creative, but it represents how materialistic jannie is.
Blondie:
:)*
--- Quote from: Nuala on September 18, 2005, 10:08:16 AM ---very creative, but it represents how materialistic jannie is.
--- End quote ---
Can we say :envy:
{| to you Nuala just kidding around :hapy:
Blondie:
(|Don't tell me not to live, just sit and putter
Life's candy and the sun's a ball of butter
Don't bring around a cloud to rain on my parade
Don't tell me not to fly, I simply got to
If someone takes a spill, it's me and not you
Who told you you're allowed to rain on my parade
I'll march my band out, I'll beat my drum
And if I'm fanned out, your turn at bat, sir
At least I didn't fake it, hat, sir
I guess I didn't make it
But whether I'm the rose of sheer perfection
A freckle on the nose of life's complexion
The Cinderella or the shine apple of its eye
I gotta fly once, I gotta try once,
Only can die once, right, sir?
Ooh, life is juicy, juicy and you see,
I gotta have my bite, sir.
Get ready for me love, 'cause I'm a "comer"
I simply gotta march, my heart's a drummer
Don't bring around the cloud to rain on my parade,
I'm gonna live and live NOW!
Get what I want, I know how!
One roll for the whole shebang!
One throw that bell will go clang,
Eye on the target and wham,
One shot, one gun shot and bam!
Hey, hey, hey, hey world here I am ...
I'll march my band out, I will beat my drum,
And if I'm fanned out, your turn at bat, sir,
At least I didn't fake it, hat, sir,
I guess I didn't make it
Get ready for me love, 'cause I'm a "comer"
I simply gotta march, my heart's a drummer
Nobody, no, nobody,
Is gonna rain on my parade!
Written by B.Merrill-J.Styne
Blondie:
(|I've got thirty-six expressions--
Sweet as pie to tough as leather,
And that's six expressions more
Than all them Barrymores put together.
Instead of just kicking me
Why don't they give me a lift?
Well, it must be a plot,
'Cause they're scared that I got
Such a gift--well, I'm miffed--'cause
I'm the greatest star--
I am by far, but no one knows it!
Wait, they're gonna hear a voice,
A silver flute--ah hah, ah hah--
They'll cheer each toot
(Yay! She's terrific!)
When I expose it!
Now, can't you see to look at me
That I'm a nach'ral Camille?
As Camille I just feel
I've so much to offer.
Hey listen kid, I know I'd be divine because
I'm a nach'ral cougher.
(coughs)
Some ain't got it--not a lump,
I'm a great big clump of talent!
Laugh!
They'll bend in half.
(Did you ever hear the story about the traveling salesman?)
A thousand jokes:
Stick around for the jokes,
A thousand faces.
I reiterate,
When you're gifted,
Then you're gifted, Who is the pip with pizzazz?
Who is all ginger and jazz?
Who is as glamorous as?
Who's an American Beauty rose
With an American Beauty nose,
And ten American Beauty toes,
Eyes on the target, and wham--
One shot, one gun shot and bam!
Hey, Mr. Keeney, here I am!
I'm the greatest star,
I am by far,
But no one knows it!
That's why I was born--
I'll blow my horn
Till someone blows it!
I'll light up like a light
Right up like a light
I'll flicker, then flare up, ah, ah!
All the world's gonna stare up
Lookin' down
You'll never see me--
Try the sky,
'Cause that'll be me.
I can make 'em cry,
I can make 'em sigh,
Someday they'll clamor
For my dram-er.
Have you guessed yet,
Who's the best yet?
If you ain't I'll tell you one more time.
You bet your last dime
In all of the world so far
I'm the greatest, greatest star!
Who is the pip with pizzazz?
Who is all ginger and jazz?
Who is as glamorous as?
Who's an American Beauty rose
With an American Beauty nose,
And ten American Beauty toes,
Eyes on the target, and wham--
One shot, one gun shot and bam!
Hey, Mr. Keeney, here I am!
I'm the greatest star,
I am by far,
But no one knows it!
That's why I was born--
I'll blow my horn
Till someone blows it!
I'll light up like a light
Right up like a light
I'll flicker, then flare up, ah, ah!
All the world's gonna stare up
Lookin' down
You'll never see me--
Try the sky,
'Cause that'll be me.
I can make 'em cry,
I can make 'em sigh,
Someday they'll clamor
For my dram-er.
Have you guessed yet,
Who's the best yet?
If you ain't I'll tell you one more time.
You bet your last dime
In all of the world so far
I'm the greatest, greatest star!
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