1.All Or Nothing At All
Written：Arthur Altman／Jack Lawrence
All or nothing at all
Half a love, never appealed to me
If your heart, never could yield to me
Then I'd rather (rather) have nothing at all
All or nothing at all
If it's love, there is no in between
Why begin then cry, for something that might have been
No I'd rather (rather) have nothing at all
But please don't bring your lips so close to my cheek
Don't smile or I'll be lost beyond recall
The kiss in your eyes, the touch of your hand makes me weak
And my heart may go dizzy and fall
And if I fell (I fell) under the spell of your call
I would be, caught in the undertow
So you see, I've got to say no, no
All or nothing at all
2.You'll Never Know
Lyrics：Mack Gordon
Music：Harry Warren
Arranger：Axel Stordahl
Artist：Frank Sinatra／The Bobby Tucker Singers
Darling, I'm so blue without you
I think about you the live-long day
When you ask me if I'm lonely
Then I only have this to say
You'll never know just how much I miss you
You'll never know just how much I care
And if I tried, I still couldn't hide my love for you
You ought to know, for haven't I told you so
A million or more times？
You went away and my heart went with you
I speak your name in my ev'ry prayer
If there is some other way to prove that I love you
I swear I don't know how
You'll never know if you don't know now
You'll never know just how much I miss you
You'll never know just how much I care
You said good-bye, no stars in the sky refuse to shine
Take it from me, it's no fun to be alone
With moonlight and memories
3.Saturday Night(Is The Loneliest Night Of The Week)
Written：Sammy Cahn／Jule Styne
Arranger：Heine Beau
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
4.Dream(When You're Feeling Blue)
Lyrics：Johnny Mercer
Music：Johnny Mercer
Arranger：Nelson Riddle
Get in touch with that sundown fellow
As he tiptoes across the sand
He's got a million kinds of stardust
Pick your fav'rite brand, and
Dream, when you're feeling blue
Dream, that's the thing to do
Just watch the smoke rings in the air
You'll find your share of memories there
So dream when the day is through
Dream, and they might come true
Things are never as bad as they seem
So dream, dream, dream
5.Put Your Dreams Away
Written：Ruth Lowe／Stephen Weiss／Paul Mann
Arranger：Nelson Riddle
Put your dreams away for another day
And I will take their place in your heart
Wishing on a star never got you far
And so it's time to make a new start
When your dreams at night
Fade before you
Then I'll have the right
To adore you
Let your kiss confess this is happiness, darling
And put all your dreams away
(Musical Interlude)
When your dreams at night
Fade before you
Then I'll have the right
To adore you
Let your kiss confess this is happiness, darling
And put all your dreams away
6.Day By Day
Written：Sammy Cahn／Paul Weston／Axel Stordahl
Arranger：Billy May
Day by day I'm falling more in love with you
And day by day my love seems to grow
There isn't any end to my devotion
It's deeper dear by far than any ocean
I find that day by day you're making all my dreams come true
And (So) come what may I want you to know
I'm (That I am) yours alone, and I'm in love (in love) to stay
As we go through the years day by day
(I said, 'Day by day')
(As we go through the years day by day)
7.Nancy(With The Laughing Face)
Written：Phil Silvers／Jimmy Van Heusen
Arranger：Nelson Riddle
If I don't see her each day, I miss her
Gee what a thrill, each time I kiss her
Believe me, I've got a case
On Nancy, with the laughing face
She takes the winter and makes it summer
And summer could take some lessons from her
Picture a tomboy in lace
That's Nancy with the laughing face
Have you ever heard mission bells ringing
Well she'll give you the very same glow
When she speaks you would think it was singing
Just hear her say hello
I swear to goodness, you can't resist her
She's mighty sweet, and wait till you see her sister
No angel could replace
Nancy, with the laughing face
8.Oh! What It Seemed To Be
Written：Frankie Carle／Bennie Benjamin／George David Weiss
Arranger：Nelson Riddle
It was just a neighborhood dance
That's all that it was
But, oh, what it seemed to be
It was like a masquerade ball
With costumes and all
'Cause you were at the dance with me
It was just a ride on a train
That's all that it was
But, oh, what it seemed to be
It was like a trip to the stars
To Venus and Mars
'Cause you were on the train with me
And when I kissed you, darling
It was more than just a thrill for me
It was the promise, darling
Of the things that fate had willed for me
It was just a wedding in June
That's all that it was
But, oh, what it seemed to be
It was like a royal affair
With everyone there
'Cause you said 'Yes, I do' to me
9.Soliloquy(Parts 1＆2)
Lyrics：Oscar Hammerstein Ii
Music：Richard Rodgers
Arranger：Axel Stordahl
I wonder what he'll think of me
I guess he'll call me the 'old man'
I guess he'll think I can lick
Ev'ry other feller's father
Well, I can!
I bet that he'll turn out to be
The spittin' image of his dad
But he'll have more common sense
Than his puddin-headed father ever had
I'll teach him to wrassle
And dive through a wave
When we go in the mornin's for our swim
His mother can teach him
The way to behave
But she won't make a sissy out o' him
Not him! Not my boy! Not Bill!
Bill. I will see that he is named after me, I will.
My boy, Bill! He'll be tall
And tough as a tree, will Bill!
Like a tree he'll grow
With his head held high
And his feet planted firm on the ground
And you won't see nobody dare to try
To boss or toss him around!
No pot-bellied, baggy-eyed bully'll toss him around
I don't give a damn what he does
As long as he does what he likes!
He can sit on his tail
Or work on a rail
With a hammer, hammering spikes!
He can ferry a boat on a river
Or peddle a pack on his back
Or work up and down
The streets of a town
With a whip and a horse and a hack
He can haul a scow along a canal
Run a cow around a corral
Or maybe bark for a carousel
Of course it takes talent to do that well
He might be a champ of theheavyweights
Or a feller that sells you glue
Or President of the United States
That'd be all right, too
His mother would like that
But he wouldn't be President unless he wanted to be
Not Bill!
My boy, Bill! He'll be tall
And as tough as a tree, will Bill
Like a tree he'll grow
With his head held high
And his feet planted firm on the ground
And you won't see nobody dare to try
To boss or toss him around!
No fat-bottomed, flabby-faced, pot-bellied, baggy-eyed
bastard'll boss
him around
And I'll be damned if he'll marry the boss' daughter
A skinny-lipped virgin with blood like water
Who'll give him a peck
And call it a kiss
And look in his eyes through a lorgnet
Say, why am I talkin' on like this？
My kid ain't even been born, yet!
I can see him when he's seventeen or so
And startin' to go with a girl
I can give him lots of pointers, very sound
On the way to get 'round any girl
I can tell him ...
Wait a minute!
Could it be？
What the hell!
What if he is a girl？
What would I do with her？
What could I do for her？
A bum with no money!
You can have fun with a son
But you got to be a father to a girl
She mighn't be so bad at that
A kid with ribbons in her hair!
A kind o' neat and petite
Little tin-type of her mother!
What a pair!
I can just hear myself bragging about her!
My little girl
Pink and white
As peaches and cream is she
My little girl
Is half again as bright
As girls are meant to be!
Dozens of boys pursue her
Many a likely lad does what he can to woo her
From her faithful dad
She has a few
Pink and white young fellers of two and three
But my little girl
Gets hungry ev'ry night and she come home to me!
My little girl, my little girl!
I got to get ready before she comes!
I got to make certain that she
Won't be dragged up in slums
With a lot o' bums like me
She's got to be sheltered
And be dressed in the best money can buy!
I never knew how to get money
But, I'll try, by God! I'll try!
I'll go out and make it or steal it
Or take it or die!
10.Five Minutes More
Lyrics：Sammy Cahn
Music：Jule Styne
Arranger：George Siravo
Give me five minutes more, only five minutes more
Let me stay, let me stay in your arms
Here am I, begging for only five minutes more
Only five minutes more of your charms
All week long I dreamed about our Saturday date
Don't you know that Sunday morning you can sleep late
Give me five minutes more (Here am I begging for), only five
minutes more
(Let me stay, let me stay)
Let me stay, let me stay (stay) in your arms
11.The Things We Did Last Summer
Lyrics：Sammy Cahn
Music：Jule Styne
Arranger：Axel Stordahl
The boat rides we would take, the moonlight on the lake
The way we danced and hummed our fav'rite song
The things we did last summer I'll remember all winter long
The midway and the fun, the kewpie dolls we won
The bell I rang to prove that I was strong
The things we did last summer I'll remember all winter long
The early morning hike, the rented tandem bike
The lunches that we used to pack
We never could explain that sudden summer rain
The looks we got when we got back
The leaves began to fade like promises we made
How could a love that seemed so right go wrong？
The things we did last summer I'll remember all winter long
I've tried so to forget, at times I do, and yet
The mem'ry of you lingers like our song
The things we did last summer, I'll remember all winter long
12.The Coffee Song(They've Got An Awful Lot Of Coffee In Brazil)
Lyrics：Bob Hilliard
Music：Dick Miles
Arranger：Johnny Mandel
Way down among Brazilians
Coffee beans grow by the billions
So they've got to find those extra cups to fill
They've got an awful lot of coffee in Brazil
You can't get cherry soda
'Cause they've got to fill that quota
And the way things are I'll bet they never will
They've got a zillion tons of coffee in Brazil
No tea or tomato juice
You'll see no potato juice
The planters down in Santos all say no no no
The politician's daughter
Was accused of drinking water
And was fined a great big fifty dollar bill
They've got an awful lot of coffee in Brazil
You date a girl and find out later
She smells just like a percolator
Her perfume was made right on the grill
Why they could percolate the ocean in Brazil
And when their ham and eggs need savor
Coffee ketchup gives 'em flavor
Coffee pickles way outsell the dill
Why they put coffee in the coffee in Brazil
So your lead to the local color
Serving coffee with a cruller
Dunking doesn't take a lot of skill
They've got an awful lot of coffee in Brazil
13.Time After Time
Lyrics：Sammy Cahn
Music：Jule Styne
Arranger：Axel Stordahl
Time after time, I tell myself that I'm
So lucky to be loving you
So lucky to be the one you run to see
In the evening, when the day is through
I only know what I know, the passing years will show
You've kept my love so young, so new
And time after time, you'll hear me say that I'm
So lucky to be loving you
I only know what I know, the passing years will show
You've kept my love so young, so new
And time after time, you'll hear me say that I'm
So lucky to be loving you
14.Mam'selle
Lyrics：Mack Gordon
Music：Edmund Goulding
Arranger：Axel Stordahl
A small Caf Mam'selle, our rendezvous, Mam'selle.
The violins were warm and sweet, and so were you Mam'selle.
And as the night danced by, a kiss became a sigh,
Your lovely eyes seemed to sparkle just like wine does
No heart ever yearned the way that mine does for you.
And yet I know too well someday you'll say goodbye,
Then violins will cry, and so will I Mam'selle.
15.Fools Rush In
Written：Johnny Mercer／Rube Bloom
Arranger：Axel Stordahl
(Instrumental opening-one full verse)
Fools rush in where angels fear to tread
And so I come to you, my love, my heart above my head
Though I see the danger there
If there's a chance for me then I don't care
Fools rush in where wise men never go
But wise men never fall in love so how are they to know
When we met I felt my life begin
So open up your heart and let this fool rush in
(Instrumental close--one full verse)
16.The Birth Of The Blues
Lyrics：B.G.Desylva／Lew Brown
Music：Ray Henderson
Oh, they say some people long ago
Were searching for a diff'rent tune
One that they could croon
As only they can
They only had the rhythm
So they started swaying to and fro
They didn't know just what to use
That is how the blues really began
They heard the breeze in the trees
Singing weird melodies
And they made that the start of the blues
And from a jail came the wail
Of a down-hearted frail
And they played that
As part of the blues
From a whippoorwill
Out on a hill
They took a new note
Pushed it through a horn
'Til it was worn
Into a blue note
And then they nursed it, rehearsed it
And gave out the news
That the Southland gave birth to the blues!
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