1.Beat Me Daddy (Eight to the Bar)
Lyricist：Hughie Prince, Don Raye, Eleanor Sheehy
In a little honky-tonky village in Texas
There's a guy who plays the best piano by far
He can play piano any way that you like it
But the way he likes to play is eight to the bar
When he plays, it's a ball, he's the daddy of them all
The people gather around when he gets on the stand
Then when he plays, he gets a hand
The rhythm he beats puts the cats in a trance
Nobody there bothers to dance
But when he plays with the bass and guitar
They holler out, 'Beat me Daddy, eight to the bar'
A-plink, a-plank, a-plink a-plank, a-plink a-plank
A-plunkin' on the keys
A-riff, a-raff, a-riff a-raff, a-riff a-raff, a-riffin' out with
ease
And when he plays with the bass and guitar
They holler out, 'Beat me Daddy, eight to the bar'
He plays a boogie, he plays eight to the bar
The boogie-woogie, that is the way he likes to play on his piano
And we all know, that when he plays he puts them all in a trance
The cats all holler, 'Hooray'
You'll hear them say, 'Beat me Daddy, eight to the bar'
In a little honky-tonky village in Texas
There's a guy who plays the best piano by far
When he plays with the bass and guitar
They holler, 'Beat me up Daddy, beat me Daddy, eight to the bar'
The people gather around when he gets up on the stand
Then when he plays, he gets a hand
The rhythm that he plays puts the cats in a trance
Nobody there ever bothers to dance
But when he plays with the bass and guitar
They holler out, 'Beat me Daddy, eight to the bar'
A-plink plink, a-plank a-plank, a-plink a-plank, a-plink a-plank
A-plunkin' on the keys
A-riff riff, a-raff raff, a-riff a-raff, a-riff a-raff a-riffin'
out with ease
But when he plays with the bass and guitar
They holler out, 'Beat me Daddy, eight to the bar'
2.Boogie Woogie Bugle Boy
Lyricist：Hughie Prince, Don Raye
He was a famous trumpet man from out Chicago way
He had a boogie style that no one else could play
He was the top man at his craft
But then his number came up and he was gone with the draft
He's in the army now, a-blowin' reveille
He's the boogie woogie bugle boy of company B
They made him blow a bugle for his Uncle Sam
It really brought him down because he couldn't jam
The captain seemed to understand
Because the next day the cap' went out and drafted a band
And now the company jumps when he plays reveille
He's the boogie woogie bugle boy of company B
A-toot, a-toot, a-toot-diddelyada-toot
He blows it eight-to-the-bar, in boogie rhythm
He can't blow a note unless the bass and guitar is playin' with
'im
He makes the company jump when he plays reveille
He's the boogie woogie bugle boy of company B
He was our boogie woogie bugle boy of company B
And when he plays boogie woogie bugle he was busy as a 'bzzz'
bee
And when he plays he makes the company jump eight-to-the-bar
He's the boogie woogie bugle boy of company B
Toot-toot-toot, toot-diddelyada, toot-diddelyada
Toot, toot, he blows it eight-to-the-bar
He can't blow a note if the bass and guitar isn't with 'im
A-a-a-and the company jumps when he plays reveille
He's the boogie woogie bugle boy of company B
He puts the boys asleep with boogie every night
And wakes 'em up the same way in the early bright
They clap their hands and stamp their feet
Because they know how he plays when someone gives him a beat
He really breaks it up when he plays reveille
He's the boogie woogie bugle boy of company B
Da-doo-da da-doo-da-da da
Da-doo-da da-doo-da-da da
Da-doo-da da-doo-da-da da
Da-doo-da da-doo-da-da
A-a-a-and the company jumps when he plays reveille
He's the boogie woogie bugle boy of company B
3.Beer Barrel Polka ( Roll Out The Barrel )
Lyricist：Lew (eng Lyr) Brown, Wladimir Timm, Jaromir Vejvoda, Vasek
Zeman
There's a garden, what a garden
Only happy faces bloom there
And there's never any room there
For a worry or a gloom there
Oh there's music and there's dancing
And a lot of sweet romancing
When they play the polka
They all get in the swing
Every time they hear that oom paa paa
Everybody feels so tra-la-la
They want to throw their cares away
They all go lah dee ahh, dee ayy
Then they hear a rumble on the floor, the floor
It's a big surprise they're waiting for
And all the couples form a ring
For miles around you'll hear them sing
Roll out the barrel, we'll have a barrel of fun
Roll out the barrel, we've got the blues on the run
Zing boom tararrel, ring out a song of good cheer
Now's the time to roll the barrel, for the gang's all here
Daa daa daa, daa daa daa, daa daa daa
Then they hear a rumble on the floor
It's a big surprise they're waiting for
And all the couples they form a ring
For miles around you'll hear them sing
Zing doo daa, doo ding doo, daa doo doo day
Roll it out, roll it out, roll out the barrel, dump dump, daa
daa daa
Sing a song of good cheer
'Cause the whole gang is here
Roll it out, roll it out, let's do the beer barrel polka
4.Straighten Up and Fly Right
Lyricist：Nat King Cole, Irving Mills
A buzzard took a monkey for a ride in the air
The monkey thought that everything was on the square
The buzzard tried to throw the monkey off of his back
The monkey grabbed his neck and said, 'Now listen, Jack'
Straighten up and fly right
Straighten up and stay right
Straighten up and fly right
Cool down, papa, don't you blow your top
Ain't no use in divin'
What's the use of divin'？
Straighten up and fly right
Cool down, papa, don't you blow your top
The buzzard told the monkey, 'You are chokin' me
Release your hold and I will set you free'
The monkey looked the buzzard right dead in the eye and said
'Your story's so touching, it sounds just like a lie'
Straighten up and fly right
Straighten up and stay right
Straighten up and fly right
Cool down, papa, don't you blow your top
The buzzard told the monkey, 'You are chokin' me
Release your hold and I will set you free'
The monkey looked the buzzard right dead in the eye and said
'Your story's so touching, it sounds just like a lie'
Straighten up and fly right
Straighten up and stay right
Straighten up and fly right
Cool down, papa, don't you blow your top
Straighten up and fly right
Straighten up and stay right
Straighten up and fly right
Cool down, papa, don't you blow your top
5.Bei Mir Bist Du Schon
Lyricist：Sammy Cahn, Saul Chaplin, Jacob Jacobs, Sholom Sholem Secunda
Of all the boys I've known and I've known some
Until I first met you I was lonesome
And when you came in sight, dear, my heart grew light
And this old world seemed new to me
You're really swell, I have to admit you
Deserve expressions that really fit you
And so I've racked my brain hoping to explain
All the things that you do to me
Bei mir bist du schön, please let me explain
'Bei mir bist du schön' means you're grand
Bei mir bist du schön, again I'll explain
It means you're the fairest in the land
I could say 'bella, bella' even 'sehr wünderbar'
Each language only helps me tell you how grand you are
I've tried to explain, 'bei mir bist du schön'
So kiss me and say you understand
Bei mir bist du schön
You've heard it all before but let me try to explain
'Bei mir bist du schön' means that you're grand
'Bei mir bist du schön,' it's such an old refrain
And yet I should explain, it means I am begging for your hand
I could say 'bella, bella' even 'sehr wünderbar'
Each language only helps me tell you how grand you are
I could say 'bella, bella' even 'sehr wünderbar'
Each language only helps me tell you how grand you are
I've tried to explain 'bei mir bist du schön'
So kiss me and say that you will understand!
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