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No one to talk with
All by myself
No one to walk with
But I'm happy on the shelf
Ain't misbehavin'
I'm savin' my love for you

I know for certain

Dinah, is there anyone finer
In the state of Carolina
If there is and you know her
Show her to me
Dinah, with her Dixie eyes blazing
How I'd like to sit and gaze into the eyes of Dinah Lee

Every night why do I shake with fright

Do me a favour
Marry me!
Do me a favour
Can't you see
I'm in a quaver
To be middle aisling you?

Oh babe,

Come in this house
Stop all of that yakety yak
Come in this house woman
Stop all of your yakety yak
A stop your yakin' woman
You're nothing but an alley cat

You talk all day

I'm Flying high but I've got a feeling I'm falling
falling for nobody else but you
you caught my eye
and I've got a feeling I'm falling
show me the ring and I'll jump right through
I used to travel single,oh
we chance to mingle, oh
Now I all a tingle over you

Gotta get my old tuxedo pressed, gotta sew a button on my vest,
'cause tonight I've gotta look my best, Lulu's back in town.

Gotta get a half a buck somewhere, gotta shine my shoes and slick my hair,
gotta get myself a boutonniere, Lulu's back in town.

You can tell all my pets, all my Harlem coquettes,
Mister Otis regrets, that he won't be aroun'.

Edit
"My Very Good Friend The Milkman" is track #10 on the album Kisses On The Bottom. It was written by Burke, Johnny / Spina, Harold.

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Last night, night before,
Twenty four robbers came to my door,
Opened the door and let them in,
I hit them in the head with a bottle of gin!

Just can't understand,
Twenty-four robbers fighting one man!
One of them took the silverware,

Two sleepy people Here we are, out of cigarettes
Holding hands and yawning
Look how late it gets.
Two Sleepy People
By dawn's early light,
And too much in love
To say, "Good night."
Here we are, in the cozy chair

Who's that walkin' round here? Mercy
Sounds like baby patter
Baby elephant patter that's what I calls it

Say up in Harlem at a table for two
There were four of us, me, your big feet and you
From your ankles up, I'd say you sure are sweet
From there down there's just too much feet