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
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.
We don’t need to swing in a hammock
We don’t need a nightingale’s tune
All we need to get going
Is me ‘n you ‘n the moonRead More »Me ‘n You ‘n the Moon lyrics
In Hollywood or Bust, Malcolm Smith is a star-struck movie fan. With his “lucky feeling” he wins a new convertible in a theater raffle. But his ownership is challenged by compulsive gambler Steve Wiley, whose forged winning ticket will help him pay off his bookie. Steve regales a lovesick Malcolm with concocted stories about his supposed next-door neighbor, sultry actress Anita Ekberg. They agree to share the car on a cross-country trip to Tinseltown. Steve is prevented from abandoning his traveling companion on several occasions by Malcolm’s pet dog, a Great Dane named Mr. Bascomb.
They bond over various adventures in New Jersey, Chicago, Oklahoma, and New Mexico. By the time they get to Las Vegas, where they meet the real Anita Ekberg and test Malcolm’s luck with craps, they have acquired a third member of their group, Terry Roberts, an aspiring dancer, who becomes romantically involved with Steve.
Read More »Hollywood or Bust [Jerry Lewis, Dean Martin]
Dean Martin:
You and me we’re gonna be pardners
You and me we’re gonna be pals
You and me we’ll do and dare alike
We’ll share what there’s to share alike
That goes for money, pleasure or gals
You and me will be the greatest pardners, buddies and pals
She rides like a feather
She looks good in leather
Her horse is all that she thinks of
But she’s my buckskin beauty, buckskin beauty
The only gal I’ll ever love, love, love.
