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.
Love me love me say you love me
Just for fun
Softly sigh it try it try it
Just for fun
Spoken:
I’ll show you how to own the moon
And how to bounce the world just like a toy balloon.
We’ll show you how to have your way
And help yourself to wishes on a silver tray.
Silver bells, silver bells
It’s Christmas time in the city
Ring-a-ling, (ring-a-ling) hear them ring (ting-a-ling)
Soon it will be Christmas day
Home Cookin’ lyrics – written by Jay Livingston and Ray Evans, sung by Bob Hope, Lucille Ball (dubbed by Annette Warren), performed in Fancy Pants [Bob Hope]Oh, woe is me, what goes with me,I hate this… Home Cookin’ song lyrics
And I’m saving all my love for you
Just keeping all my love for you
The stars look down, they seem to say
Maybe love is on it’s way
I’m having a wonderful wish
I’ve been waiting so long,
Time you were here.
Hey, Fancy Pants!
You’re a pussy-footing critter
When you see a gal, you skitter
