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Sunday In New York soundtrack lyrics

song listing: Sunday In New York Lyrics

Haven't Got A Worry .......... Ali Dee and The Deekompressors

Sunday In New York .......... Christine Ebersole And Billy Stritch

My Favorite Things .......... Christine Ebersole And Billy Stritch

Surrey With The Fringe .......... Christine Ebersole And Billy Stritch

So Many People .......... Christine Ebersole And Billy Stritch

Give Me The Simple Life .......... Christine Ebersole And Billy Stritch

Hit That Jive Jack .......... Christine Ebersole And Billy Stritch

Walking In New York .......... Christine Ebersole And Billy Stritch

Walking My Baby .......... Christine Ebersole And Billy Stritch

What'll I Do .......... Christine Ebersole And Billy Stritch

I Only Have Eyes For You .......... Christine Ebersole And Billy Stritch

Not While I'm Around .......... Christine Ebersole And Billy Stritch

Will You .......... Christine Ebersole And Billy Stritch


Sunday In New York soundtrack lyrics -- Haven't Got A Worry .. Ali Dee and The Deekompressors


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Sunday In New York soundtrack lyrics -- Sunday In New York .. Christine Ebersole And Billy Stritch


New York on Sunday,
Big City taking a nap!
Slow down, it's Sunday!
Life's a ball, let it fall in your lap!
If you've got troubles,
Just take them out for a walk.
They'll burst like bubbles
In the fun of a Sunday In New York!
You can spend time without spending a dime,
Watching people watch people pass!
Later you pause, and in one of those stores
There's that face next to yours in the glass!
Two hearts stop beating,
You're both too breathless to speak!
Love smiles her greeting,
Then the dream that has seen you thru the week
Comes true on Sunday In New York!
New York on Sunday,
Big City taking a nap!
Slow down, it's Sunday!
Life's a ball, let it fall in your lap!
And if you've got troubles,
Go take them out for a walk.
They'll burst like bubbles
In the fun of a Sunday In New York!
You can spend time without spending a dime
Watching people watch people pass!
Later you pause, and in one of those stores
There's that face next to yours in the glass!
Two hearts stop beating,
You're both too breathless to speak!
Love smiles her greeting,
Then the dream that has seen you thru the week
Comes true on Sunday In New York!
Comes true on Sunday In New York!


Sunday In New York soundtrack lyrics -- My Favorite Things .. Christine Ebersole And Billy Stritch


Raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens
Bright copper kettles and warm woolen mittens
Brown paper packages tied up with strings
These are a few of my favorite things

Cream colored ponies and crisp apple streudels
Doorbells and sleigh bells and schnitzel with noodles
Wild geese that fly with the moon on their wings
These are a few of my favorite things

Girls in white dresses with blue satin sashes
Snowflakes that stay on my nose and eyelashes
Silver white winters that melt into springs
These are a few of my favorite things

When the dog bites
When the bee stings
When I'm feeling sad
I simply remember my favorite things
And then I don't feel so bad

[Repeat all verses]


Sunday In New York soundtrack lyrics -- Surrey With The Fringe .. Christine Ebersole And Billy Stritch


When I take you out, tonight, with me,
Honey, here's the way it's goin' to be:
You will set behind a team of snow white horses,
In the slickest gig you ever see!

Chicks and ducks and geese better scurry
When I take you out in the surrey,
When I take you out in the surrey with the fringe on top!
Watch that fringe and see how it flutters
When I drive them high steppin' strutters.
Nosey pokes'll peek thru' their shutters and their eyes will pop!
The wheels are yeller, the upholstery's brown,
The dashboard's genuine leather,
With isinglass curtains y' can roll right down,
In case there's a change in the weather.
Two bright sidelight's winkin' and blinkin',
Ain't no finer rig I'm a-thinkin'
You c'n keep your rig if you're thinkin' 'at I'd keer to swap
Fer that shiny, little surrey with the fringe on the top!

Would y' say the fringe was made a' silk?
Wouldn't have n' other kind but silk.
Has it really got a team of snow white horses?
One's like snow, the others more like milk.

All the world'll fly in a flurry
When I take you out in the surrey,
When I take you out in the surrey with the fringe on top!
When we hit that road, hell fer leather,
Cats and dogs'll dance in the heather,
Birds and frogs'll sing all together and the toads will hop!
The wind'll whistle as we rattle along,
The cows'll moo in the clover,
The river will ripple out a whispered song,
And whisper it over and over:
Don't you wisht y'd go on forever?
Don't you wisht y'd go on forever?
Don't you wisht y'd go on forever and ud never stop
In that shiny, little surrey with the fringe on the top!

I can see the stars gettin' blurry,
When we ride back home in the surrey,
Ridin' slowly home in the surrey with the fringe on top!
I can feel the day gettin' older,
Feel a sleepy head near my shoulder,
Noddin', droopin' close to my shoulder, till it falls kerplop!
The sun is swimmin' on the rim of a hill;
The moon is takin' a header,
And jist as I'm thinkin' all the earth is still,
A lark'll wake up in the medder.
Hush, you bird, my baby's a-sleepin'!
Maybe got a dream worth a-keepin'
Whoa! you team, and jist keep a-creepin' at a slow clip clop.
Don't you hurry with the surrey with the fringe on the top!


Sunday In New York soundtrack lyrics -- So Many People .. Christine Ebersole And Billy Stritch


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Sunday In New York soundtrack lyrics -- Give Me The Simple Life .. Christine Ebersole And Billy Stritch


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Sunday In New York soundtrack lyrics -- Hit That Jive Jack .. Christine Ebersole And Billy Stritch


Hit that jive jack
Put it in your pocket till I get back
Going downtown to see a man
And I aint got time to shake your hand

Hit that jive jack
Put it in your pocket till I get back
Time and time waits for no man
And I aint got time to shake your hand

Standing on a corner
All full of jive
But you know that youre my boy
So Im forced to give you five
Shadde yadda

Hit that jive jack
Put it in your pocket till I get back
Going downtown to see a man
And I aint got time to shake your hand


Sunday In New York soundtrack lyrics -- Walking In New York .. Christine Ebersole And Billy Stritch


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Sunday In New York soundtrack lyrics -- Walking My Baby .. Christine Ebersole And Billy Stritch


Gee, it's great after bein' out late
Walkin' my baby back home
Arm in arm over meadow and farm
Walkin' my baby back home

We go 'long harmonizing a song
Or I'm recitin' a poem
Owls go by and they give me the eye
Walkin' my baby back home

We stop for a while, she gives me a smile
And snuggles her head on my chest
We start in to pet and that's when I get
Her talcum all over my vest

After I kinda straighten my tie
She has to borrow my comb
Once kiss then I continue again
Walkin' my baby back home

She's 'fraid of the dark so I have to park
Outside of her door till it's light
She says if I try to kiss her she'll cry
I dry her tears all through the night

Hand in hand to a barbecue stand
Right from her doorway we roam
Eats and then it's a pleasure again
Walkin' my baby
Talkin' my baby
Lovin' my baby
I don't mean maybe
Walkin' my baby back home


Sunday In New York soundtrack lyrics -- What'll I Do .. Christine Ebersole And Billy Stritch


Gone is the romance that was so divine.
tis broken and cannot be mended.
You must go your way,
And I must go mine.
But now that our love dreams have ended...

Whatll I do
When you are far away
And I am blue
Whatll I do?

Whatll I do?
When I am wondring who
Is kissing you
Whatll I do?

Whatll I do with just a photograph
To tell my troubles to?

When Im alone
With only dreams of you
That wont come true
Whatll I do?

Whatll I do with just a photograph
To tell my troubles to?

When Im alone
With only dreams of you
That wont come true
Whatll I do?


Sunday In New York soundtrack lyrics -- I Only Have Eyes For You .. Christine Ebersole And Billy Stritch


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Sunday In New York soundtrack lyrics -- Not While I'm Around .. Christine Ebersole And Billy Stritch


Nothing's gonna harm you
Not while I'm around
Nothing's gonna harm you
No sir, not while I'm around
Demons are prowling everywhere
Nowadays
I'll send 'em howling I don't care
I got ways

No one's gonna hurt you
No one's gonna dare
Others can desert you
Not to worry, whistle, I'll be there

Demons'll charm you with a smile, for a while
But in time, nothing can harm you
Not while I'm around

Being close and being clever, ain't like being true
I don't need to - I would never hide a thing from you
Like some

No one's gonna hurt you
No one's gonna dare
Others can desert you
Not to worry, whistle, I'll be there

Demons'll charm you with a smile, for a while
But in time, nothin' can harm you
Not while I'm around.


Sunday In New York soundtrack lyrics -- Will You .. Christine Ebersole And Billy Stritch


When lilacs return in spring,
Will you?
When larks in the meadows sing,
Will you?
When clouds of a summer storm dissolve,
And starlight shimmers through,
Will you?

When wild geese of autumn fly,
Will you?
When hearth fires of winter die,
Will you?
Time rushes by,
Memories fade,
Dreams never do.
I will be ever true,
Will you?

When wild geese of autumn fly,
Will you?
As I lay there wondering why,
Will you?
Time rushes by,
Memories fade,
Dreams never do.
I will be ever true,
Will you?


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