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Wake up , Little Suzie, wake up; wake up, little Suzie, wake up; We've both been sound asleep - Wake up little Suzie and weep - the movie's over, it's four o'clock, and we're in trouble deep -- Wake up Little Suzie; We gotta go home.
The Everley Brothers
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SATURDAY NIGHT AT THE MOVIES The Drifters (writers Mann, Weil; 1964)
Well Saturday night at 8 o'clock I know where I'm gonna go I'm gonna pick my baby up And take her to the picture show
Everybody in the neighbourhood Is dressing up to be there too And we're gonna have a ball Just like we always do
Chorus: Saturday night at the movies Who cares what picture you see When you're hugging with your baby in last row in the balcony
Well there's technicolor and cinemascope A cast out of Hollywood And the popcorn from the candy stand Makes it all seem twice as good
There's always lots of pretty girls With figures they don't try to hide But they never can compare To the girl sittin' by my side
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Saturday Night (Is the Loneliest Night of the Week)
Saturday night is the loneliest night in the week 'Cause that's the night that my sweetie and I Used to dance cheek to cheek I don't mind Sunday night at all 'Cause that's the night friends come to call And Monday to Friday go fast And another week is past
But Saturday night is the loneliest night in the week I sing the song that I sang for the memories I usually seek Until I hear you at the door Until you're in my arms once more Saturday night is the loneliest night in the week
mmmm... Saturday night is the loneliest night in the week I sing the song that I sang for the memories I usually seek Until I hear you at the door Until you're in my arms once more Saturday night is the loneliest night in the week
Until I hear you at the door Until you're in my arms once more Saturday night is the loneliest night in the week
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Saturday Night's Alright (For Fighting)
Music by Elton John Lyrics by Bernie Taupin Available on the album Goodbye Yellow Brick Road
It's getting late have you seen my mates Ma tell me when the boys get here It's seven o'clock and I want to rock Want to get a belly full of beer
My old man's drunker than a barrel full of monkeys And my old lady she don't care My sister looks cute in her braces and boots A handful of grease in her hair
Don't give us none of your aggravation We had it with your discipline Saturday night's alright for fighting Get a little action in
Get about as oiled as a diesel train Gonna set this dance alight `Cause Saturday night's the night I like Saturday night's alright alright alright
Well they're packed pretty tight in here tonight I'm looking for a dolly who'll see me right I may use a little muscle to get what I need I may sink a little drink and shout out "She's with me!"
A couple of the sound that I really like Are the sounds of a switchblade and a motorbike I'm a juvenile product of the working class Whose best friend floats in the bottom of a glass
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It's Saturday night, all the kids are going down Put on your bright suit, Billy, head for the right side of town It's only eight o'clock but you're already bored You don't know what it is, but there's gotta be more You better find a way out Hey! kick down the door It's a rat-trap, and you've been caught!
"Rat-Trap", The Boomtown Rats
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There are three new movies op'ning tonight, A baseball game, a championship fight, A big band concert under the stars, And a rodeo, Midget racing cars, For some gals and gents the above events hold their own vicarious charms, But I'd rather go to a place I know, Where I can hold you in my arms!
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Hey there cutes, put on your dancin' boots and come dance with me, Come dance with me, what an evening for some terpsichore. Pretty face, I know a swingin' place, so come dance with me, Romance with me on a crowded floor.
And while the rhythm swings, what lovely things I'll be sayin', For what is dancing but making love set to music, playin'.
When the band begin to leave the stand and folks start to roam, As we wing home, cheek to cheek we'll be, Come on, come on, come on, come on and dance with me
[Repeat, but instead substitute the following words line 1: dancin/Basie, line 5: lovely/cuckoo, line 8: wing/waltz and the first 3 "come on"'s in the last line are repeated.]
Sinatra: Come Dance with Me
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Shall We Dance? Lyrics: Ira Gershwin Music: George Gershwin
Drop that long face Come on have your fling Why keep nursing the blues? If you want this old world on a string Put on your dancing shoes Stop wasting time Put on your dancing shoes Watch your spirits climb
Shall we dance Or keep on mopin'? Shall we dance And walk on air? Shall we give in to despair? Or shall we dance with never a care? Life is short We're growing older Don't you be an also-ran You'd better dance, little lady Dance, little man Dance whenever you can.
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This is nice, isn't it? I mean - the music. This is nice, isn't it? I mean - the band. Don't you think we make natural partners? I mean, like food and drink, or supply and demand.
We're so right, aren't we? I mean - for dancing. Hold me tight, cling to me! I mean - my hand. I feel fine, I'm aglow with the Sunday shine Could I be falling in - I mean to say, well anyway... Isn't it grand?
Isn't It? - Stephen Sondheim
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Drink to me only with thine eyes And I will pledge with mine. Or leave a kiss within the cup And I'll not ask for wine. The thirst that from the soul doth rise Doth ask a drink divine; But might I of Jove's nectar sip, I would not change for thine.
I sent thee late a rosy wreath, Not so much hon'ring thee As giving it a hope that there It could not withered be; But thou thereon did'st only breathe, And sent'st it back to me, Since when it grows and smells, I swear Not of itself, but thee.
Ben Johnson's poem "To Cecilia" set to music by ? disputed, interesting provenance.
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