Dean Martin:Sul mare luccica
L’astro d’argento
Placida e’ l’onda
Prospero e’ il vento
This is a pretty song, but I don’t like it
Don’t want a city song, wanta sing western
That is the best’ern music in all the World
Day after day I’ll always love you
Live just to say I’ll always love you
Dear one, your nearness is my treasure
Dear one, your kiss is rich as wine
I’m a wanderer on life’s highway
I’m not one of that great legion with their traveling care
And though I haven’t much religion
Here’s my only prayer
Dean Martin: When I say give me love, well don’t be meager
Gee can’t you see that I’m over eager
Oh baby, oh baby, obey me.
There’s a song in the air,
But the fair senorita
Doesn’t seem to care
For the song in the air.
So I’ll sing to the mule
If you’re sure she won’t think that I am just a fool
Serenading a mule.
It looks like love
It feels like love
And I confess it’s got me rocking on my heels like love
How else can I account for that unexpected glow
That turns the night to day each time we say hello
Land of stardust land of glamour
Hollywood, Hollywood
Land of stardust and land of glamour
Vistavision and Cinerama
Everyone considers it a must
To get to Hollywood or bust
