1.Return to Sender
Written：Otis Blackwell／Winfield Scott
I gave a letter to the postman,
he put it his sack.
Bright in early next morning,
he brought my letter back.
She wrote upon it：
Return to sender, address unknown.
No such number, no such zone.
We had a quarrel, a lover's spat
I write I'm sorry but my letter keeps coming back.
So then I dropped it in the mailbox
And sent it special D.
Bright in early next morning
it came right back to me.
She wrote upon it：
Return to sender, address unknown.
No such number, no such zone.
This time I'm gonna take it myself
and put it right in her hand.
And if it comes back the very next day
then I'll understand the writing on it
Return to sender, address unknown.
No such person, no such zone.
2.Roustabout
Lyrics：Giant／Baum／Kaye
Music：Giant／Baum／Kaye
I'm just a roustabout
Shifted from town to town
No job can hold me down, I'm just a knock-around guy
There's a lot of space beneath that sky
Till I find my place there's no doubt...
I'll be a rovin' roustabout
Call me the carefree kind
I wander with the breeze
My mind and heart's at ease
Doing what pleases me best
Gotta keep-a movin' east or west
Till I find my place there's no doubt
I'll be a rovin' roustabout
And even if a pretty girl, should catch my eye
I'll give her a quick 'hello', and a fast goodbye
I'll go the way I want
Driftin' just like the sand
Doin' what job I can
Changing my plans as I choose
Long as I keep happy I can't lose
Till I find my place there's no doubt
I'll be a rovin' roustabout
I'll be a rovin' roustabout...I'll be a rovin' roustabout
I'll be a rovin' roustabout..rovin', rovin' roustabout....
3.Little Egypt
Lyrics：Leiber／Stoller
Music：Leiber／Stoller
I went and bought myself a ticket and I sat down in the very
first row
They pulled the curtain but then when they turned the spotlight
way down low
Little Egypt came out a-struttin' wearin' nothin' but a button
and a bow
Singing, ying-ying, ying-ying, ying-ying, ying-ying
She had a ruby on her tummy and a diamond big as Texas on her
toe
She let her hair down and she did the hoochie-coochie real slow
When she did her special number on the zebra skin I thought
she'd stop the show
Singing, ying-ying, ying-ying, ying-ying, ying-ying
She did her triple somersault and when she hit the ground
She winked at the audience and then she turned around
She had a picture of a cowboy tatooed on her spine
Said, Phoenix, Arizona 1949
Yeh, let me tell you people Little Egypt doesn't dance there
anymore
She's too busy mopping and a-takin' care of shopping at the
store
'Cos we've got seven kids and all day long they crawl around the
floor
Singing ying-ying, ying-ying, ying-ying, ying-ying
4.Paradise, Hawaiian Style
Lyrics：Bill Giant／B.Baum／F.Kaye
Music：Bill Giant／B.Baum／F.Kaye
Hawaii, U.S.A., Hawaii..U.S.A..
We're flyin', comin' your way
Aloha, Hawaii U.S.A.
Gee it's great, to be in that fiftieth state
The land of enchanted dreams
What an isle, where it's heaven tropical style
Where love weaves a spell, it seems
Hawaii, U.S.A., Hawaii..U.S.A..
We're flyin', comin' your way
Aloha, Hawaii U.S.A.
Gee what fun, just to swim and surf in the sun
While the trade winds caress the sea
What a sight, those exotic scenes of delight
Are waiting for you and me
Hawaii, U.S.A....Hawaii...U.S.A...Hawaii..U.S.A....
5.Girls! Girls! Girls!
Written：Jerry Leiber／Mike Stoller
Girls, goin' swimming,
Girl, in bikinis,
A walkin' and wigglin' by, yay, yay, yay
Girls, on the beaches,
Girls, oh, what a peaches,
So pretty, Lord I could cry
I'm just a red blooded boy
And I can't stop thinkin' about
Girls, sailin' sailboats,
Girls, water skiin',
They'll drive me out of my mind, yay, yay, yay
Girls, big and brassy,
Girls, small and sassy,
Just give me one of each kind
I'm just a red blooded boy
And I can't stop thinkin' about
Girls! Girls! Girls! Girls!
And when I pick up a sandwich too much
A crunchy crunchety
A crunchety crunch
I never ever get to finish my lunch
Because there's always bound to be a bunch of
Girls, in tight sweaters,
Girls, in short dresses,
A walkin' and wigglin' by, yay, yay, yay
Girls, out boatin'
Girls, just a floatin'
So pretty, Lord I could cry.
I'm just a red blooded boy
And I can't stop thinkin' about
Girls! Girls! Girls! Girls! Girls! Girls!
6.Double Trouble
Lyrics：Pomus／Shuman
Music：Pomus／Shuman
Some guys fall in love with one girl, I gotta fall for two
There's just so much lovin' that one heart's supposed to do
So I go around with my heart draggin' on the ground
Doggin' me around, I'm the sorriest sight in town
I got double trouble, I got double trouble
I got double trouble twice as much as anybody else oh yeah!
I guess there's gotta be two dark clouds hangin' over me
My future looks a bumpy as a matchbox on the sea
Every time I think that I have finally got it made
Some losin' cards are played, I just can't make the grade
I got double trouble, I got double trouble
I got double trouble twice as much as anybody else oh yeah!
I got double trouble, I got double trouble
I got double trouble twice as much as anybody else oh yeah!
7.Do the Clam
Lyrics：Wayne／Weisman／Fuller
Music：Wayne／Weisman／Fuller
Hey everybody gather round
Listen to that bongo sound
Grab the first one in your reach
Now we're going to shake the beach
Do the Clam, do the Clam
Grab your barefoot baby by the hand
Turn and tease, hug and squeeze
Dig right in and do the Clam
You can get your heart to spin
On the outside looking in
Moon ain't gonna last all night
Well let's work up an appetite
Do the Clam, do the Clam
Grab your barefoot baby by the hand
Turn and tease, hug and squeeze
Dig right in and do the Clam
Everybody's got that beat
Well listen to those happy feet
Ain't you glad that you found out
What the Clam is all about
Do the Clam, do the Clam
Grab your barefoot baby by the hand
Turn and tease, hug and squeeze
Dig right in and do the Clam
Do the Clam, do the Clam
Grab your barefoot baby by the hand
Turn and tease, hug and squeeze
Dig right in and do the Clam
Dig right in and do the Clam
8.Fun in Acapulco
Lyrics：Ben Weisman／Sid Wayne
Music：Ben Weisman／Sid Wayne
Acapulco, sleeping in the bay
Acapulco, wake up and greet the day
Time to tell the guitars and sleepy-eyed stars
To be on their way
It's such a beautiful morning, for a holiday
Hey now come on, you old sleepy head
See the sky turning red, and you're still in bed
It's fun in Acapulco
Acapulco, look here comes the sun
Acapulco, it's a day for fun
I can't wait till I meet your sweet senoritas
Kiss everyone
This is no time for siesta, this is time for fun
I can't wait till I meet your sweet senoritas
Kiss everyone
This is no time for siesta, this is time for fun
This is no time for siesta, this is time for fun
...this is no time for siesta...this is time for fun...
9.Bossa Nova, Baby
Written：Jerry Leiber／Mike Stoller
I said, 'Take it easy, baby
I worked all day and my feet feel just like lead
You got my shirt tails
Flyin' all over the place
And the sweat poppin' out of my head'
She said, 'Hey, Bossa nova, baby
Keep on a workin' child
This ain't no time to quit'
She said, 'Go, Bossa nova, baby
Keep on dancin'
I'm about to have myself a fit'
Bossa nova, Bossa nova
I said, 'Hey little mama,
Let's sit down
Have a drink and dig the band'
She said, 'Drink, drink, drink
Oh, fiddle-de-dink
I can dance with a drink in my hand'
She said 'Hey Bossa nova, baby
Keep on workin' child
This ain't no time to drink'
She said 'Go, Bossa nova, baby
Keep on dancin'
'Cause I ain't got time to think'
I said, 'Come on, baby
It's hot in here
And it's oh so cool outside
If you lend me a dollar
I can buy some gas
And we can go for a little ride'
She said, 'Hey Bossa nova, baby
Keep on workin' child
I ain't got time for that'
She said, 'Go Bossa nova, baby
Keep on dancin'
Or I'll find myself another cat'
10.Clambake
Lyrics：Weisman／Wayne
Music：Weisman／Wayne
All right, Hmm
Mamma's little baby loves clambake, clambake
Mamma's little baby loves clambake too
Mamma's little baby loves clambake, clambake
Mamma's little baby loves clambake too
Hey listen world you've gotta know
I'm cuttin loose and lettin' go
Who needs the worry and the strife
Life can be a ball now just followin' my life
clambake, gonna have a clambake
clambake, gonna have a clambake
Look for the brightest lights in town
That's where you'll find me hanging round
I've got this feeling to be free
I pick and choose the life I want
And that's the life for me
clambake, gonna have a clambake
clambake, gonna have a clambake
Mamma's little baby loves clambake, clambake
Mamma's little baby loves clambake too
Mamma's little baby loves clambake, clambake
Mamma's little baby loves clambake too
All right
Look for the brightest lights in town
That's where you'll find me hanging round
I've got this feeling to be free
I pick and choose the life I want
And that's the life for me
clambake, gonna have a clambake
clambake, gonna have a clambake
Mamma's little baby loves clambake, clambake
Mamma's little baby loves clambake too
Mamma's little baby loves clambake, clambake
Mamma's little baby loves clambake too
Hey!
Mamma's little baby loves clambake, clambake
Mamma's little baby loves clambake too
Mamma's little baby loves clambake, clambake
Mamma's little baby loves clambake too
Mamma's little baby loves clambake, clambake
Mamma's little baby loves clambake too
11.Girl Happy
Lyrics：Pomus／Meade
Music：Pomus／Meade
Girl happy, yes I'm girl happy,
Girl happy, can't you see
Every girl I see looks good to me
What crazy way I were to be
I love a life of nothing but beautiful women
Well I'm Girl happy, yes I'm girl happy,
Girl happy, can't you see
Every time I see a pretty face
My heart just heads for outer space
I need a girl to make my life worth of living
Yes, I'm Girl happy, yes I'm girl happy,
Girl happy, can't you see
I've been like this since I was just a baby boy
First nurse that rocked my cradle made me jump to joy
Mama keep your daughter out of sight
I'm in a lovin' mood tonight
I love a life of nothing but beautiful women
Well I'm Girl happy, yes I'm girl happy,
Girl happy, can't you see
I've been like this since I was just a baby boy
First nurse that rocked my cradle made me jump to joy
Girl happy, well I'm girl happy,
Yes I'm girl happy, can't you see
Girl happy, said I'm girl happy,
Yes I'm girl happy, can't you see
12.Rock-a-hula Baby
Written：Fred Wise／Ben Weisman／Dolores Fuller
The way she moves her hips to her fingertips
I feel I'm heaven bound
And when she starts to sway, I've gotta say
She really move the grass around
Rock-a-hula baby
Rock-a-hula baby
Got a hula lulu from Honolulu
That rock-a-hula baby of mine
Although I love to kiss my little hula miss
I never get the chance
I wanna hold her tight all through the night
But all she wants to do is dance
I bet that she could teach the palms along the beach
To sway when breezes blow
And birds up in the sky could learn to fly
By watchin' how my baby can go
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