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From “Hello, Mom” Army Show (1943)
Hello Mom, I thought I’d phone tonight.
Gee, I’ve got so much to tell!
I passed my solo flight,
Yeah, they say I’m doing swell.
Gee, I wish that you were here to see!
Listen, Mom, remember Sally Lou,
The girl who lives next door?
Could you find out exactly who
She’s really waiting for?
I kinda sorta hope it’s me.
Sure, Mom, the food is mighty good,
And lately we got a raise in pay.
Oh, listen, those bonds that you’re buying,
They’re sure keeping us flying,
Makes the whole darn thing okay.
So long, Mom, I do a lot of things you really don’t expect.
I hope that Dad won’t mind I called collect,
But I just had to say
Hello, Mom.
From “On a Slow Boat to China” (1948)
I’d love to get you
On a slow boat to China,
All to myself, alone.
Get you and keep you
In my arms evermore,
Leave all your lovers
Weeping on the faraway shore.
Out on the briny
With a moon big and shiny,
Melting your heart of stone.
I’d love to get you
On a slow boat to China,
All to myself alone.
From “Bloop, Bleep” (1947)
Bloop, bleep, bloop, bleep, bloop, bleep,
The faucet keeps a-dripping and I can’t sleep.
Bleep, bloop, bleep, bloop, bleep, bloop,
I guess I never should have ordered clam soup.
Bloop, bleep, bloop, bleep, bloop, bleep,
I wonder where to go to buy a car cheap.
Bleep, bloop, bleep, bloop, bleep, bloop,
What is it with the babe next door?
From “What Are You Doing
New Year’s Eve” (1947)
Maybe it’s much too early in the game,
Ah, but I thought I’d ask you just the same,
What are you doing N
ew Year’s, New Year’s Eve?
Wonder whose arms will hold you good and tight
When it’s exactly twelve o’clock at night,
Welcoming in the new year, New Year’s Eve?
Maybe I’m crazy to suppose
I’d ever be the one you chose
O
ut of the thousand invitations y
ou
’ll receive,
Ah, but in case I stand one little chance,
Here comes the jackpot question in advance:
What are you doing New Year’s,
N
ew
Y
ear
’s Eve?
From “Never Will I Marry” (1960)
Greenwillow
N
o burdens to bear,
N
o conscience nor car
e,
No mem’ries to mourn,
N
o tur
ning, for I was
Born to wander solitary,
Wide my world, narrow my bed.
Never, never, never will I marry,
Born to wander till I’m dead.
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