Bette Midler

[fox69]

"One Monkey Don't Stop No Show"

"One Monkey Don't Stop No Show"



My baby jumped up this morning,
'n' sat on the side of the bed.
He said, "I'm leaving you, baby."
And this is just what I said.
I said, "I can't make you stay if you want to go,
but it's high time, baby, that you should know,

one monkey don't stop no show.
One monkey don't stop no show.
So, if you still wanna go, go ahead."
And I mean every word I said.

My baby thought I was jivin'
and he went right out the door.
He left me about three in the morning.
I got me a man at four.
Some women cry when their men bleed 'em
dry, long and slow,
but I found out somethin' a long time ago.

One monkey don't stop no show.
One monkey don't stop no show.
So if he gets too big for his pants
you better spring that new one and give him a chance.

I used to be chicken hearted;
cry when he'd walk out the door,
'cause I was just young and stupid.
Ha! Ain't like that no more.
'Cause I had a hard way to go,
but I learned the score.
And I'm here to tell you,
and I should know,

one monkey don't stop no show.
One monkey don't stop no show.
Let him do anything he choose.
There's a million men who can fill his shoes.

One monkey don't stop no show.
One monkey don't stop no show.
One monkey don't stop no show.
You can tell him I told you so.

"All right."

 

[fox69]

"One More Round"

"One More Round"



5, 6, 5, 6, 7, Let's go!
Let's go, go, go!
Let's go, let's go, let's really go!

One more round, girls.
Let the Boy Scouts hear you.
One for your mother and
two for your teachers and
three for the pretty boys in a row.
One for the money and
two to get ready and
three now your ready and
four to go.
Let's go!
Let's go, go!
Let's go, let's go, let's really go!

Girl to girl, there's nothing like
how they understand.
Heal the wounds when the boys bite.
They're just holding your hand.
Can't explain to a man how
those girls know. Girls show
strength that living can bring.
So strong, so long,
songs the girls sing.

(Four part round)
One more round, girls.
Let the Boy Scouts hear you.
One for your mother and
two for your teachers and
three for the pretty boys in a row.
One for the money and
two to get ready and
three now you're ready and
four to go.
Let's go!

Do do do do do
Do do do do do
Do do do do do do do do
Do do do do.

Do do do do do
Do do do do do
Do do do do do do do do
Do do do do
Do do do do
Do do do do
Do do do do
Do do do do
Do do do do
Do do do do
Let's go!

 

[fox69]

"Only In Miami"

"Only In Miami"



Walking along the beach last night
who do you think I spy?
A girl with ebony fire eyes.
Soft and low do she cry.
Now what could be such a source of pain?
I so boldly inquire.
Pointing finger Havana way,
these three words which transpire:

She told me that only in Miami
is Cuba so far away.
Only in Miami.
My story, she goes this way.
Fish may fly through the purple keys,
golden birds take to air.
I am bound to the earth, it seems.
My life can be so unfair.
Only in Miami
is Cuba so far away.
Only in Miami
is Cuba so far away.

Standing on the shoreline waiting,
everyone anticipating.
I can hear the broken hearted say:
Only in Miami
is Cuba so far away.

And she cries for her child without a mother.
And she cries for her son without a father.
And she cries for herself without a lover.
Can't face another day.
Chase the blues away.
I thought I heard her mumble as she
turned away:

Only in Miami
is Cuba so far away.
Only in Miami
is Cuba so far away.

Standing on the shoreline waiting,
everyone anticipating.
I can hear the broken hearted say:
Only in Miami
is Cuba so far away.
Only in Miami
is Cuba so far away.
Only in Miami
is Cuba so,
Only in Miami
is Cuba so,
Only in Miami
Ba Cuba so,
Only in Miami
is Cuba so far away.
Only in Miami
is Cuba so far away.
Only in Miami
is Cuba so far away.
Only in Miami
is Cuba so far away . . .

 

[fox69]

"Optimistic Voices / Lullaby Of Broadway"

"Optimistic Voices / Lullaby Of Broadway"



You're out of the woods,
you're out of the dark,
you're out of the night.
Step into the sun,
step into the light,
then open your eyes
and love will open, ahhh,
open, ahhh,
open, open, open, open up.

Come on along and listen to
the lullaby of Broadway.
The hip-hooray and balley-hoo.
The lullaby of Broadway.

The rumble of the subway train.
The rattle of the taxi.
The Daffodils who entertain
at Angelo's and Maxi's.

When a Broadway baby says good night,
it's early in the morning.
Manhattan babys don't sleep tight
until the dawn.

Good night, baby.
Good night. Milkman's on his way.
Doon, doon, doon.
Sleep tight, baby.
Sleep tight. Let's call it a day. Hey!

Come on along and listen to
the lullaby of Broadway.
The hi-de-hi and boop-boop-buh-doo.
It's just the lullaby of Broadway.

The band begins to go to town
and everyone goes crazy.
You rock-a-bye your baby 'round
'til everything gets hazy.
Hush-a-bye, I'm gonna buy you this and that,
you hear your daddy sing.
Then baby goes home to her flat
to sleep all day.

Good night, baby.
Good night. The milkman's on his way.
Do, do, do, doodley-do.
Sleep tight,oh, my baby.
Sleep tight. Let's call it a day.

Listen to the lullaby of
ol-bo-ba-bo-ba-b'old doo doo doo Broadway!
The lulla-lullaby of Broadway!

 

[fox69]

"Otto Titsling"

"Otto Titsling"



"This next story is a true story.
It concerns two of my favorite subjects:
industrial theft . . . and-a t-ts!
Mmm, what a combo! This is the story . . .
The inventor of the modern foundation garment
that we women wear today was a German scientist
and opera lover by the name of Otto Titsling!
This is a true story.
His name was Otto Titsling.
What happened to Otto Titsling shouldn't happen to a schnauzer.
It's a very sad story. I feel I have to share it with you."

Otto Titsling, inventor and kraut,
had nothing to get very worked up about.
His inventions were failures, his future seemed bleak.
He fled to the opera at least twice a week.

One night at the opera he saw an Aida
who's t-ts were so big they would often impede her.
Bug-eyed he watched her fall into the pit,
done in by the weight of those terrible t-ts.

Oh, my god! There she blows!
Aerodynamically this bitch was a mess.
Otto eyeballed the diva lying comatose amongst the reeds,
and he suddenly felt the fire of inspiration
flood his soul. He knew what he had to do!
He ran back to his workshop
where he futzed and futzed and futzed.

For Otto Titsling had found his quest:
to lift and mold the female breast;
to point the small ones to the sky;
to keep the big ones high and dry!

Every night he'd sweat and snort
searching for the right support.
He tried some string and paper clips.
Hey! He even tried his own two lips!

Well, he stitched and he slaved
and he slaved and he stitched
until finally one night, in the wee hours of morning,
Otto arose from his workbench triumphant.
Yes! He had invented the worlds first
over-the-shoulder-boulder-holder. Hooray!

Exhausted but ecstatic he ran
down the street to the diva's house
bearing the prototype in his hot little hand.
Now, the diva did not want to try the darn thing on.
But, after many initial misgivings,
she finally did.
And the sigh of relief that issued forth
from the diva's mouth
was so loud that it was mistaken by some
to be the early onset of the Siroccan Winds
which would often roll through the Schwarzwald
with a vengeance!
Ahhhhh-i!

But little did Otto know,
at the moment of his greatest triumph,
lurking under the diva's bed
was none other than the very worst
of the French patent thieves,
Philippe DeBrassiere.
And Phil was watching the scene
with a great deal of interest!

Later that night, while our Brun Hilda slept,
into the wardrobe Philippe softly crept.
He fumbled through knickers and corsets galore,
'til he found Otto's titsling and he ran out the door.

Crying, "Oh, my god! What joy! What bliss!
I'm gonna make me a million from this!
Every woman in the world will wanna buy one.
I can have all the goods manufactured in Taiwan."

"Oh, thank you!"

The result of this swindle is pointedly clear:
Do you buy a titsling or do you buy a brassiere?

"Ohhh! Thank you!"

 

[fox69]

"P.S. I Love You"

"P.S. I Love You"



Dear, I thought I'd drop a line.
The weather's cool. The folks are fine.
I'm in bed each night at nine.
P.S. I love you.

Yesterday we had some rain,
but all in all I can't complain.
Was it dusty on the train?
P.S. I love you.

Write to the Browns just as soon as you're able.
They came around to call.
I burned a hole in the dining room table.
And let me see, I guess that's all.

Nothin' else for me to say,
and so I'll close. Oh, by the way,
everybody's thinkin' of you.
P.S. I love you.

I do my best to obey all your wishes.
I put a sign up. Think
now I got to buy us a new set of dishes,
or wash the ones that have piled in the sink.

Nothing else to tell you, dear.
Except, each day feels like a year.
Every night I'm dreamin' of you.
P.S. I love you.
P.S. I love you.

 

[fox69]

"Paradise"

"Paradise"



There is a land I know
where lovers go and flowers grow
forever more;
where time is standing still
and lovers fill the quiet places
by the shore.

We will cross the rainbow
to a place where we'll be free,
and he'll give his love to me.
So I wait for the day
when he takes me away to

Paradise.
He'll take me by my hand.
We'll walk along the sand.
It's never-never land.
Whoa-oo, whoa-oo, whoa.

We'll build a castle there
where we can share the happiness
we've waited for.
Where white flamingos fly
a-way up high and play above
the ocean floor.

We will climb a mountain
to see our wonderland.
Maybe know you'll understand
why I wait for the day
when he takes me away to

Paradise.
He'll take me by my hand.
We'll walk along the sand.
A never-never land.
Whoa-oo, whoa-oo, whoa.

I'll stand by him,
do right by him
and I swear that I would die for him.
Ohh, die for him.

Paradise.
He'll take me by my hand.
We'll walk along the sand.
It's never-never land.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh.
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
I'll stand by him,
do right by him.
Oh, yeah. Oh-oh, oh, yeah.
Oh, oh, oh, oh.

I'm gonna stand, I'm gonna stand by him.
Gonna do right, gonna do right by him.
Oh-oh, oh-oh, yeaeaeaeaheah.
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, yeah.
Oh, yeah . . .

 

[fox69]

"Rain"

"Rain"



Come on down lightning.
Come on down thunder.
Come on down raindrops.
Don't leave me to wonder.
Life ain't worth loving,
love ain't worth having
without you.

Come on down heartache.
Come on down pain.
Come on down teardrops,
falling like rain.
Life ain't worth loving,
love ain't worth having
without you.

Come on down hurting.
Whoa, that's for certain.
Whoa-o-oh, coming down blind.
Don't it feel like it's skirtin',
and pouring down rain forever more?
Coming down harder than ever before.

Wahhh, blow on in north wind,
blow in the cold.
Losin' my senses;
losin' control.
Whoa, need my baby so bad.
I go crazy without you.

Coming down heavy.
Coming down light.
Coming down daytime.
Coming down all night.
Need my baby so bad.
I go crazy.
Life ain't worth livin',
love ain't worth havin'
without you.

Rainin' down rain,
pourin' down pain
without you.

 

[fox69]

"Ready To Begin Again"

"Ready To Begin Again"



When my teeth are rinsed in a glass by my bed,
and my hair lies somewhere in a drawer,
you know, the world doesn't seem like a very nice place,
not a very nice place anymore.

But I put in my teeth, and I slap on my hair
and a strange thing occurs when I do,
my teeth start to feel like my very own teeth
and my hair like my very own too.

And I'm ready to begin again.
Ready to begin again.
Reachin' for the soap,
my heart is full o' hope
again, again.

Ready to begin again!
Looking fresh and bright I trust.
Ready to begin again,
as everybody must.

 

[fox69]

"Red"

"Red"



I read that it's all black and white.
Oooh, the spectrum made a shade I like!
Ooh, those crinsom rays of ruby bright.
Ah! The technicolor li-i-ight!

Red! Red! I want red!
There's no substitute for red!
Red! Paint it red!
Green ain't mean compared to red!

You don't know what it does to me.
Yeah, that crimson sin intensity!
I'm haunted by the mystery,
yeah, yeah, the mystery of red, red, red!

Red! Red knocks 'em dead!
Some like it hot-tah!
I like it red!

Red's my lover, got me covered!
Red's my number and he's a commer!
Red's my drummer. I hear his thunder!
Move over, brother!
Red is a mother!
He's a mother!

Red! Red knocks 'em dead!
Red, red, red, red!
Red! Red! I want red!
Move over, brother!
Move over, brother!

Go bop-bop, go bop-bop.
Go bop-bop, go bop! Ahhh!
Go bop-bop, go bop-bop.
Go bop-bop, go bop! Uhh! Ahhh!
Uhh! Ahhh! Uhh! Ahhh!
Uhh! Uhhh!

Whoa! Red! Red! I want red!
That's what I said! That's what I said!
Gimme red, red, 'cause I want red!
Some like it hot, I like it red!
Red! Red! I want red!
Gimme red! Gimme, gimme, gimme!
Gimme red, red! I want red!
Some like it hot, I like it red!

Red! Red! I want red!
Move over brother, move over brother!
Red! Red! Red! I want red!
Red!
Gimme red!
Gimme red!
Gimme red!
Gimme red, red, red!