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JUDY GARLAND lyrics - Young Judy

I'm Nobody's Baby

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On The Atchison, Topeka and The Santa Fe Judy Garland - words by Johnny Mercer, music by Harry Warren - introduced by Judy Garland in the 1945 MGM film The Harvey Girls - lyrics as recorded by Judy Garland September 10, 1945 on Decca 23458 (78 r.p.m. single) What a lovely trip I'm feeling so fresh and alive And I'm so glad to arrive It's all so grand It's easy to see you don't need a palace To feel like Alice in Wonderland Back in Ohio where I come from I've done a lot of dreamin' and I've travelled some But I never thought I'd see the day When I ever took a ride on the Santa Fe (wanna take a ride on the Santa Fe) I would lean across my window sill And hear the whistle echoin' across the hill Then I'd watch the lights till they fade away On the Atchison, Topeka and the Santa Fe What a thrill (what a great big wonderful thrill) With the wheels a-singin' westward ho Right from the day I heard them start 'Cross the Kansas plains from New Mexico I guess I've got a little gypsy in my heart When I'm old and grey and settled down If I ever get a chance to sneak away from town Then I'll spend my busman's holiday On the Atchison, Topeka and the Santa Fe All aboard! (we came across the country lickety-split) (rollin' ninety miles an hour) I can't believe I'm here at last Woo-oo-ooo! (when you go travellin', it's best for you to take the Atchison, Topeka and the Santa Fe!) I can't believe that anything could go so fast Then you pull that throttle, whistle blows A-huffin' and a-puffin' and away she goes All aboard for California*, hey! On the Atchison (on the Atchison) On the Atchison, Topeka (on the Atchison, Topeka) On the Atchison, Topeka (on the Atchison, Topeka) On the Atchison, Topeka and the Santa Fe!

On The Atchison, Topeka And The Santa Fe

JOHN DENVER "All Aboard!"
(Mercer/Warren) Do you hear that whistle down the line, I figure that it's Engine #49, She's the only one that'll sound that way on The Atchison, Topeka and The Santa Fe. See the old smoke rising round the bend, I reckon that she knows she's gonna meet a friend. Folks around these parts set the time of day From on The Atchison, Topeka and The Santa Fe. Here she comes, whoo oo oo oo, hey Jim, you better get the rig. Whoo oo oo oo, she's got a list of passengers that's pretty big. And they'll all want a lift to Brown's Hotel, 'cause lots of them been traveling for quite a spell all the way from Philadelphia on The Atchison, Topeka and The Santa Fe. All aboard, all aboard, oo oo oo. Let her rip, let her rip, Mr. Engineer, Gotta go, gotta go far away from here. While the man at the fire shovels in the coals, stick your head out the cab and watch the drivers roll. See the towns and the roads go a whizzing by, Fare thee well Laramie and Rocky Mountain High, Yes sirree, here we are, going all the way, mustn't quit till we hit California. See the old smoke rising round the bend, I reckon that she knows she's gonna meet a friend. Folks around these parts set the time of day From on The Atchison, Topeka and The Santa Fe.

Say It

Glenn Miller
Over the Rainbow Initially sung by Judy Garland in the 1939 film The Wizard of Oz Words by E. Y. Harburg, Music by Harold Arlen Four versions charted in 1939: Glenn Miller (# 1); Bob Crosby (# 2); Judy Garland (# 5); and Larry Clinton (# 10). Later charted in 1960 by The Demensions at # 16 Later charted in 1978 by Gary Tanner at # 69. Somewhere over the rainbow, way up high There's a land that I heard of once in a lullaby Somewhere over the rainbow, skies are blue And the dreams that you dare to dream really do come true Someday I'll wish upon a star And wake up where the clouds are far behind me Where troubles melt like lemon drops Away above the chimney tops That's where you'll find me Somewhere over the rainbow, bluebirds fly Birds fly over the rainbow Why then, oh why can't I? If happy little bluebirds fly beyond the rainbow Why, oh why can't I?

Gal In Calico

Johnny Mercer
On the Atchison, Topeka and the Santa Fe Bing Crosby Words by Johnny Mercer, music by Harry Warren On the Atchison, Topeka and the Santa Fe was introduced by Judy Garland in the 1945 MGM film The Harvey Girls . The song won an Oscar. It was also a big hit for Bing Crosby who recorded it Feb. 17, 1944, although the recording was not released until June 1945. But Johnny Mercer's recording was the biggest hit. It reached #1 in the summer of 1945. Do you hear that whistle down the line I figure that it's engine number forty-nine She's the only one that'll sound that way On the Atchison, Topeka and the Santa Fe See the old smoke risin' 'round the bend I reckon that she knows she's gonna meet a friend Folks around these parts get the time of day From the Atchison, Topeka and the Santa Fe Here she comes, woo-oo-woo-oo-woo-oo-woo-oo-woo-woo Hey Jim, you better get out the rig, woo-oo-woo-oo-woo-oo-woo-oo-woo-woo She's got a list of passengers that's pretty big And they'll all want lifts to Brown's Hotel 'Cause lots of them been travellin' for quite a spell All the way from Philadelphia On the Atchison, Topeka and the Santa Fe ------ instrumental break ------ Do you hear that whistle down the line I figure that it's engine number forty-nine She's the only one that'll sound that way On the Atchison, Topeka and the Santa Fe See the old smoke risin' 'round the bend I reckon that she knows she's gonna meet a friend Folks around these parts get the time of day From the Atchison, Topeka and the Santa Fe Here she comes, woo-oo-woo-oo-woo-oo-woo-oo-woo-woo Hey Jim, you better get out the rig, woo-oo-woo-oo-woo-oo-woo-oo-woo-woo She's got a list of passengers that's pretty big And they'll all want lifts to Brown's Hotel 'Cause lots of them been travellin' for quite a spell All the way from Philadelphia On the Atchison, Topeka and the Santa Fe On the Atchison, Topeka and the Santa Fe On the Atchison, Topeka and the Santa Fe On the Atchison, Topeka and the Santa Fe Doo-doo-da, The good old A.T. and the Santa Fe

Send In The Clowns

Judy Collins
THE BOY NEXT DOOR Judy Garland - words and music by Hugh Martin and Ralph Blane - from the 1944 Vincente Minnelli film Meet Me In St. Louis - lyrics as recorded by Judy Garland April 20, 1944 on Decca 23362 The moment I saw him smile I knew he was just my style My only regret is we've never met Though I dream of him all the while But he doesn't know I exist No matter how I may persist So it's clear to see there's no hope for me Though I live at fifty-one-thirty-five Kensington Avenue And he lives at fifty-one-thirty-three How can I ignore the boy next door I love him more than I can say Doesn't try to please me Doesn't even tease me And he never sees me glance his way And though I'm heart-sore, the boy next door Affection for me won't display I just adore him So I can't ignore him The boy next door I just adore him So I can't ignore him The boy next door

The Night Santa Went Crazy

WEIRD AL YANKOVIC "Bad Hair Day"
Down in the workshop all the elves were makin' toys For the good Gentile girls and the good Gentile boys When the boss busted in, nearly scared 'em half to death Had a rifle in his hands and cheap whiskey on his breath From his beard to his boots he was covered with ammo Like a big fat drunk disgruntled Yuletide Rambo And he smiled as he said with a twinkle in his eye, 'Merry Christmas to all... now you're all gonna die!' The night Santa went crazy The night St. Nick went insane Realized he'd been gettin' a raw deal Something finally must have snapped in his brain Well, the workshop is gone now he decided to bomb it Everywhere you'll find pieces of Cupid and Comet And he tied up his helpers and he held the elves hostage And he ground up poor Rudolph into reindeer sausage He got Dancer and Prancer with an old German Luger And he slashed up Dasher just like Freddie Krueger And he picked up a flamethrower and he barbequed Blitzen And he took a big bite and said, 'It tastes just like chicken!' The night Santa went crazy The night Kris Kringle went nuts Now you can hardly walk around the North Pole Without steppin' in reindeer guts There's the National Guard and the FBI There's a van from the Eyewitness News And helicopters circlin' 'round in the sky And the bullets are flyin', the body count's risin' And everyone's dyin' to know, oh Santa, why? My my my my my my You used to be such a jolly guy [soft, pleasant original version] West Virginia, now Santa's doing time In a federal prison for his infamous crime Hey, little friend, now don't you cry no more tears He'll be out with good behavior in 700 more years But now Vixen's in therapy, and Donner's still nervous And the elves all got jobs working for the postal service And they say Mrs. Claus, she's on the phone every night With her lawyer negotiating the movie rights They're talkin' 'bout - the night Santa went crazy The night St. Nicholas flipped Broke his back for some milk and cookies Sounds to me like he was tired of gettin' gypped Wo, the night Santa went crazy The night St. Nick went insane Realized he'd been gettin' a raw deal Something finally must have snapped in his brain Wo, something finally must have snapped in his brain Tell ya, something finally must have snapped... in his brain

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