Heimilisritið - 01.07.1946, Blaðsíða 41

THE DAY AFTER FOREVER
AU day tomorrow I’ll be whispering your
name,
lAnd the day after forever, I know I’ll do
the same,
Maytime os winter, I won’t let you out of
sight,
And the day after forever we’ll lalk about
tonight.
Your laughter is a melody that I’ll remem-
ber long,
It plays upon my heartstrings,
It’s my fav’rite song.
All through a hfetime I’ll be loving you and
* tlien.
On the day after forever, I’ll just begin
again.
A JOURNEY TO A STAR
A journey to a star would not be very far,
As long as I’m alone with you.
Romantic as we are, a joumey to a star
Could start before the dawn breaks through.
You’re right beside my heart,
We’re just about a kiss apart,
And we could make a dream come true.
A moment of your love would have the feel-
ing of
A journey to a star with you.
SHOO-SHOO BABY
Shoo-shoo, shoo, baby; shoo-shoo, shoo, baby,
Bye, bye, bye, baby,
Your papa’s off to the seven seas.
Don’t cry, baby; don’t sigh, baby,
Bye, bye, bye, baby,
When I come back we’ll live a life of ease.
Seems kind of tough now,
To say goodbye this way,
But papa’s gotta be rough now,
So that he can be sweet to you another day.
Bye, bye, bye, baby; don’t cry, baby,
Shoo-shoo, shoo, baby, •
Your papa’s off to the seven seas.
RHUMBOOGIE
Rhumboogie! Rhumboogie Woogie!
It’s Harlem’s new creation with a Cuba»
syncopation, it’s exciting!
Rhumboogie! Rhumboogie Woogie!
Its native rhythm haunts you,
It’s barbaric and it taunts you, it’s exciting,
Just plant your both feet on each side.
And let your liips and shoulders ghde,
Then throw your body back and ride,
There’s nothin’ like Rhumboogie! Rhum-
boogie Woogie!
In Harlem or Havana, in Poughkeepsie or
Savannah, it’s exciting!
PUT YOUR ARMS AROUND ME,
HONEY
Put your arms around me, honey, hold me
tight,
Huddle up and cuddle up with all your
might,
Oh, babe, won’t you roll dem eyes,
Eyes that I just idolize.
When they loðk at me, my heart begins to
float,
Then it starts a-rockin’ like a motor boat
Oh! Oh! I never knew any girl like you.
WHEN THEY ASK ABOUT YOU
WTien I go for a wald and meet old friends
we knew,
We sit around and talk, then they ask about
you,
What’s the good if I say* that you and I
are thru,
I tell them you’re okay when they ask about
you,
They wonder where we’ve been and why
we never call,
I take it on the chin until the teardrops
fall,
They don’t mean to be smart but if they
only knew,
They’re stepping on my heart when they
osk about you.
HEIMILISRITIÐ
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