Ah!—The skies are blue, The world's a song, When life is notes to you, I've got eternal youth because I've got my heart where it belongs, Don't care who makes the nation's laws, Long as I can sing its songs;
I love to sing-a About the moon-a and the June-a and the spring-a. I love to sing-a 'Bout the sky of blue-a, or a tea for two-a, Anything-a with a swing-a to an I love you-a. I love-a to, I love-a to sing.
Give me a song-a, About the son-a-gun, who went and done her wrong-a, But keep it clean-a; With a cottage small-a by the waterfall-a, Any sob-a that'll throb-a to a bluebird's call-a. I love-a to, I love-a to sing.
I was born a singin' fool-a, La-de-da, {Major Bowes*} is gonna spot me, Got thru Yale, with Boola Boola, La-de-da, Ole microphone's got me!
I love to sing-a I love to wake up with the South-a in my mouth-a, And wave the flag-a, With a cheer for Uncle Sammy and another for my mammy, I love to sing!
{Cab Calloway and Al Jolson sings the following together}
I love to sing-a About the moon-a and the June-a and the spring-a. I love to sing-a 'Bout the sky of blue-a, or a tea for two-a, Anything-a with a swing-a to an I love you-a. I love-a to, I love-a to sing.
Give me a song-a, About the son-a-gun, who went and done her wrong-a, But keep it clean-a; With a cottage small-a by the waterfall-a, Any sob-a that'll throb-a to a bluebird's call-a. I love-a to, I love-a to sing.
I was born a singin' fool-a, La-de-da, {Major Bowes* is gonna spot me, Got thru Yale, with Boola Boola, La-de-da, Ole microphone's got me!
I love to sing-a I love to wake up with the South-a in my mouth-a, And wave the flag-a, With a cheer for Uncle Sammy and another for my mammy, I love to sing!Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
