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This may come through twice, Francis, but it's my chance to conduct a test to see if McTag is among the tourists.

And Bob slipped in with his lion and missionary story as Letty was locating McTag. Great Bob. Lions often get a bad wrap.

Hey, folks. That's McTag on the left, looking up.

Ain't it the truth cause we're not lion.

Well, Bob, Let's just hope...............

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Artist: Lyrics
Song: The Lion Sleeps Tonight Lyrics

Lala kahle [Sleep well]

In the jungle, the mighty jungle
The lion sleeps tonight
In the jungle, the mighty jungle
The lion sleeps tonight

(Chorus)
Imbube

Ingonyama ifile [The lion's in peace]
Ingonyama ilele [The lion sleeps]
Thula [Hush]

Near the village, the peaceful village
The lion sleeps tonight
Near the village, the peaceful village
The lion sleeps tonight

(Chorus)

Ingonyama ilele [The lion sleeps]

Hush, my darling, don't fear, my darling
The lion sleeps tonight
Hush, my darling, don't fear, my darling
The lion sleeps tonight

He, ha helelemama [He, ha helelemama]
Ohi'mbube [lion]

(Chorus)

Ixesha lifikile [Time has come]
Lala [Sleep]
Lala kahle [Sleep well]

Near the village, the peaceful village
The lion sleeps tonight
Near the village, the peaceful village
The lion sleeps tonight

(Chorus)

My little darling
Don't fear, my little darling
My little darling
Don't fear, my little darling

Ingonyama ilele [The lion sleeps]

Hakuna Matata


[Timon:]
Hakuna Matata!
What a wonderful phrase

[Pumbaa:]
Hakuna Matata!
Ain't no passing craze

[Timon:]
It means no worries
For the rest of your days
It's our problem-free philosophy
Hakuna Matata!
When he was a young warthog

[Pumbaa:]
When I was a young warthog

[Timon:]
He found his aroma lacked a certain appeal
He could clear the savannah after ev'ry meal

[Pumbaa:]
I'm a sensitive soul though I seem thick-skinned
And it hurt that my friends never stood downwind
And, oh, the shame!

[Timon:] He was ashamed...

[Pumbaa:] Thought of changin' my name!

[Timon:] Oh, what's in a name...

[Pumbaa:]
And I got downhearted
Ev'rytime that I...

[Timon:] Hey, Pumbaa! Not in front of the kids!

[Pumba:] Oh, sorry.

[Both:] Hakuna Matata!
What a wonderful phrase
Hakuna Matata!
Ain't no passing craze

[Simba:]
It means no worries
For the rest of your days
It's our problem-free philosophy

[All:] Hakuna Matata!
Hakuna Matata...Hakuna Matata... Hakuna Matata...

It means no worries!
For the rest of your days
It's our problem-free philosophy

Sorry that I stretched the truth of the screen, listeners. <smile>

Bob, that song was from The Lion King, right?


Well, let's try something a wee bit different:

Hindi Lyrics:
aa bhi ja dilruba- 2

seene main bhi toofan hain dariya main bhi toofan hain
is paar mera dil hain us paar meri jaan hai
aai ishq mujhe le chal - 3
majdhar ki raahon se kashti ko nikalna hain
kitni bhi padi mushkil milna hain to milna hain
najuk hain bahut yeh pal - 2 aaih ishq mujhe le chal
aa bhi ja dilruba

maana ki dilon par hain pabandi jamane ki
deti hain khabar phir bhi dhadkan tere aane ki
dil main hai ajab hulchul - 2
dil ishq main hain pagal
aa bhi ja dilruba
gunji hain fazaoon main aawa mohabbat ki -2
dhal jaye kisi surat yeh raat qayamat ki -2
har saans lage bojhal - 2
dil ishq main hain pagal
seene main bhi toofan hain dariya main bhi toofan hain
is paar mera dil hain us paar meri jaan hai
aai ishq mujhe le chal - 4

And if Francis can translate that he wins a prize. :wink:

Francis is a prize and yes, that was from the Lion King. One warm cuddly somethingorother for the lady.

Ah, Bob. Thank you, Boston. This lady appreciates it, as she is in need of succor at the moment.

Speaking of lollipops, I wonder if Jack Jones is still with us; he of the lollipops and roses generation. <smile>

Lollipops and Roses

Tell her you care, each time you speak,
Make it her birthday each day of the week,
Bring her nice things, sugar an' spice things,
Roses an' Lollipops,
An' Lollipops and Roses . . .

One day she'll smile, next day she'll cry,
Minute to minute, you'll never know why!
Coax her, pet her, better yet get her,
Roses an' Lollipops,
An' Lollipops and Roses . . .

We try acting grown up, but as a rule,
We're all little children, fresh from school . . .

So, carry her books, that's how it starts,
Fourteen to forty, they're kids in their hearts . . .
Keep them handy, flowers an' candy,
Roses an' Lollipops,
An' Lollipops and Roses . . .

Words and Music by Tony Velona, 1962
Garland Music Inc. ASCAP

That's the song, Bob. I did a quick run through the archives and found a great bio on Jack Jones. I'll do that later on in the broadcast. One of his more recent recordings was Love With the Proper Stranger, but the only recording that I could find, listeners, was this one by Ray Charles.



Love With The Proper Stranger lyrics
I could fall in love with the proper stranger
If I heard the bells and the banjos ring
If two certain eyes with the look of danger
Smiled a welcome warm as Spring
If the tom-tom in my heart sounded out a warning
"Don't let her, don't let her walk through the door"
"This is the one you've been waiting for"
Oh, yes, I'd know
However wild it seems, you know I'd know
And I'd whisper
"Come take my hand, proper stranger"
"Don't go through life as a stranger"
"For I'm a poor proper stranger, too"

Music Review | Jack Jones

A Musical Patriarch Charts Boy-Meets-Girl


By STEPHEN HOLDEN

Published: June 3, 2005

With a full mane of snow-white hair and an imperial self-confidence, Jack Jones suggests a dapper older brother of Bill Clinton as he stalks the platform stage of the Oak Room at the Algonquin Hotel. The 67-year-old Lion King of lounge singers has reason to strut. Note for note, phrase by phrase, he is arguably the most technically accomplished male pop singer of a vanishing ilk.

Mr. Jones has ripened from a creamy-toned, medium-light crooner of impeccable smoothness into a suave musical patriarch whose multistory vocal mansion is known to have the quietest elevators in town. As he takes you from one level to another, you don't even realize you're moving. His singing flows from a soft, perfectly intoned middle and upper register in which sustained notes trail into the ether like silk ribbons, to a roomy bass-baritone growl whose rougher edges lend his singing more substance than it's ever had.

In his new show, Mr. Jones, who is playing his first New York club engagement in years, pays tribute to Tony Bennett with numbers like "Stranger in Paradise," "Just in Time" and "This Is All I Ask." But his show is also a career retrospective during which he lets it be known that he is still stinging from the feminist outrage at his biggest 1960's hit, "Wives and Lovers," which addresses the American housewife as a "little girl" and warns her to stay pretty or risk losing her man. Introducing it on Wednesday evening, he vowed to keep performing the song for the rest of his career.

The program is loosely organized around a boy-meets-girl, boy-loses-girl, boy-wins-girl-back theme in which particular songs denote the phases of a relationship ("The Nearness of You" is intimacy, for instance), but he doesn't push the scenario too aggressively. His excellent trio, led by the pianist Tom Garvin, carries him from ballads to swing to samba and back.

Jack Jones performs through June 11 at the Oak Room of the Algonquin Hotel, 59 West 44th Street, Manhattan, (212) 419-9331.


http://www.jackjones.org/

Great background, colorbook. Thanks, dear. I most assuredly know The Nearness of You, and I think Hoagy Carmichael wrote that, but I'm not certain. Listened to it on the car radio when I was a kid and dating a college guy. I thought I was being soooooo bad. <smile>

Well, listeners, I have errands to run. Why not make this segment request time. Have you a request, colorbook?

Well, my goodness, folks. Our colorbook spoke her piece and ran away. Well, this is for her anyway:

Up above me are the skies like the twinkle in your eyes
These things are the colors of the blues
In the mail your letter came the ink and paper looked the same
Blue must be the color of the blues
Bluebird's singin' in the trees seems to sympathize with me
But he's not singing like he used to do
The pearly waters in the sea feel as cold as you left me
Blue must be the color of the blues

There's a rainbow overhead with more blue than gold and red
Blue must be the color angels choose
A blue dress you proudly wore when you left to return no more
Blue must be the color of the blues
Blue days come and blue days go how I feel nobody knows
Life is mighty empty without you
There's a blue note in each song that I sing since you are gone
Blue must be the color of the blues

Oh, you did a blue song. Now I have an excuse to play this one.

A Fool For You


I know you told me
Such a long time ago
That you don't want me
You don't love me no more

I wanna know
Oh what makes me such a fool for you

I know you told me
That you don't want me 'round
Yes I know
You got a man way 'cross town

Did ya ever wake up cryin'
Like you never cried before
Oh lord have ya ever cried so loud
You give the blues to your neighbor next door

Ah, Texas. You don't need an excuse to sing the blues, nor do I:




I'm a fool to want you
I'm a fool to want you
To want a love that can't be true
A love that's there for others too

I'm a fool to hold you
Such a fool to hold you
To seek a kiss not mine alone
To share a kiss that devil has known

Time and time again
I said I'd leave you




Time and time again I went away
But then would come the time
When I would need you
And once again these words I had to say

Take me back, I love you
I need you
I know it's wrong, it must be wrong
But right or wrong
I can't get along
Without you

UhOh, folks, it's that time of night again. <smile>

Fare Thee Well, written by Fred Brooks


One of these days and it won't be long
You're gonna call my name and I'll be gone
Fare thee well honey, fare thee well

Well you don't know you don't know my mind
When you see me laughing baby it's to keep from crying
Fare thee well honey fare thee well

God knows I tried I done my best
But I guess I'm just a rumbler like all the rest
Fare thee well, fare thee well oh honey, honey fare thee well

I don't know where, don't know where I'm bound
Keep lookin´ for something I ain't never found
Fare thee well oh honey, honey, honey, honey fare thee well

There is just one thing that troubles my mind
And that's leaving you darling
Leaving you here behind
Fare thee well oh honey, honey fare thee well
Bye bye baby, pretty baby bye bye, your daddy's gone
Your daddy's gone from you
Fare thee well, honey, honey, honey fare thee well

<smile> Love it, edgar. Now this one is for McTag wherever he is:


Now is the hour
When we must say goodbye
Soon you'll be sailing
Far across the sea

While you're away
Oh, then remember me
When you return
You find us waiting here

Return to Me - Dean Martin

Return to me
Oh my dear I am so lonely
Hurry back, hurry back
Oh my love hurry back
I am yours

Return to me
For my heart wants you only
Hurry home, hurry home
Won't you please hurry home
To my heart

My darling
If you hurt you, I am sorry
Forgive me
And please say you are mine
Return to me
Please come back bella mia
Hurry back, hurry home
To my arms, to my lips
And my arms
(Return to me)

Return to me
God te mia ti amo
Solo tu, solo tu
Solo tu, solo tu
Mi amour
(Return to me)

You know, folks. I do believe our edgar is the man of the hour.

Hey, Texas. This has got to follow suit and Walter's been good so.....

Walter Walter

Melody - Will E. Haines, Jimmy Harper & Noel Forrester, 1928



Walter and me 'ave been courtin' for years,
But he's never asked me to wed.
When Leap Year comes round
I give three hearty cheers,
And I do the asking instead.
I don't want to die an old maid,
So I sing him this serenade:

Walter! Walter! Lead me to the altar,
I'll make a better man of you.
Walter! Walter! Buy the bricks and mortar,
And we'll build a love nest for two.
I've kept my bottom draw'r together,
My bridal gown's as good as new.
Walter! Walter! Lead me to the altar,
And make all my nightmares come true.
I took him round to the furniture shop
And I showed him a nice double bed.
But when I felt sure
That the question he'd pop,
He popped to the pictures instead.
I still have to play the same part,
He must know this chorus by heart:

Walter! Walter! Lead me to the altar.
I don't cost much to keep in food.
Walter! Walter! Mother thinks you oughter,
So take me while she's in the mood.
You know I'm very fond of chickens;
We'll raise a lovely little brood.
Walter! Walter! Lead me to the altar,
And I'll show you where I'm tattooed.



Walter! Walter! Lead me to the altar,
Don't say I've met my Waterloo.
Walter! Walter! Tears are tasting salter
And I've lost my handkerchief too.
Don't muck the goods about no longer,
My old age pension's nearly due.
Walter! Walter! Lead me to the altar,
It's either the Workhouse or you.

Did I do that one before, folks? No matter, Mrs. Walter is quite safe.

Who is John Bartlett?