Well, Barry, here are the lyrics to your jazz song.
Cigarette holder which wigs me
Over her shoulder, she digs me.
Out cattin' that satin doll.
Baby, shall we go out skippin?
Careful, amigo, you're flippin',
Speaks Latin that satin doll.
She's nobody's fool so I'm playing it cool as can be.
I'll give it a whirl but I ain't for no girl catching me,
Switch-a-rooney!
Telephone numbers well you know,
Doin' my rhumbas with uno
And that 'in my Satin Doll.
By Duke Ellington, Billy Strayhorn and Johnny Mercer.
Latin George loves that one.
Welcome back, McTag, and here are one set of lyrics to your song.
Don't throw bouquets at me Don't please my folks to much
Don't laugh at my jokes too much People will say we're in love
Who laugh at your jokes
Don't sigh and gaze at me Your sighs are so like mine
Your eyes mustn't glow like mine People will say we're in love
Don't start collecting things Like what
Give me my rose and my glove
Sweetheart they're suspecting things
People will say we're in love
Well, our cockney friend is on a roll tonight. Rather surprised that he didn't play Midnight at the Oasis.
Time for me to say goodnight, and for the first time in months, I saw a setting sun over the canal.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uD17wPD5DnM&feature=related
Good to see London and Scotland with us. Still concerned about euro, however. Hope all is well in Dublin.
From Letty with love to everyone