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Frank Sinatra
Frank Sinatra


Background information
Birth name Francis Albert Sinatra
Born December 12, 1915
Born place Hoboken, New Jersey, United States
Died May 14, 1998
Death place Los Angeles, California, United States
Genre(s) Traditional pop
Jazz
Big band
Years active 1935—1995
Label(s) Columbia Records
Capitol Records
Reprise Records
Associated acts Rat Pack
Bing Crosby
Nancy Sinatra
Quincy Jones
Website Website



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Frank Sinatra Album


Ring-A-Ding Ding! (1961)
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Life is dull
It's nothing but one big lull
Then presto you do a skull
And find that you're reeling
She sighs and you're feeling
Like a toy on a string
And your heart goes: "Ring-a-ding ding, ring-a-ding ding, ring-a-ding ding"

How could that funny face
That seemed to be common place
Project you right in to space
Without any warning
Don't know if its morning, night-time, winter or spring
What's the difference
Ring-a-ding ding, ring-a-ding ding, ring-a-ding ding

She takes (grabs) your hand - this captivating creature
And like its planned - you're in the phone book
Looking (Hunting) for the nearest preacher

Life is swell
You're off to that small hotel
And somewhere a village bell
Will sound in the steeple
Announcing to people
Love's the loveliest thing
And the bell goes: "Ring-a-ding ding, ring-a-ding ding, ring-a-ding ding"

. . .


We might have been meant for each other
To be or not to be
Let our hearts discover

I have a feeling
It's a feeling I'm concealing
I don't know why
It's just a mental
Incindental, sentimental alibi

But I adore you
So strong for you
Why go on stalling
I'm falling, love is calling
Why be shy

Let's fall in love
Why shouldn't we fall in love
Our hearts are made of it
Lets take a chance
Why be afraid of it
Let's close our eyes
And make our own paradise
Little we know of it
Still we can try to make a go of it

Now we might have been meant for each other
To be or not to be
Let our hearts discover

Let's fall in love
Why shouldn't we fall in love
Now is the time for it
While we are young
Let's fall in love
Let's fall in love
Let's fall in love

. . .


Be careful, it's my heart,
It's not my watch you're holding, it's my heart.
It's not the note that I sent you that you quickly burn,
It's not the book I lent you that you never return.

Remember, it's my heart,
The heart with which so willingly I part
It's yours to take, to keep or break, but please, before you start,
Be careful, remember it's my heart.

Remember,
It's my heart,
This heart with which so willingly I part
It's yours to take, to keep or break, but please, before you start,
Be careful, be careful
be careful it's my heart!

. . .


I was a stranger in the city
Out of town were the people I knew
I had that feeling of self pity
What to do? What to do? What to do?
The outlook was decidedly blue
But as I walked through the dreary streets alone
It turned out to be the luckiest day I've known

A foggy day, in London town
Had me low, and it had me down
I viewed the morning, with much alarm
The British Museum, it lost its charm

How long I wondered, could this thing last?
But the age of miracles, it hadn't past
For suddenly, I saw you standing right there
And in foggy London town, the sun was shining everywhere

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A fine romance, with no kisses
A fine romance, my friend this is
We should be like a couple of hot tomatoes
But you're as cold as yesterday's mashed potatoes
A fine romance, you won't nestle
A fine romance, you won't wrestle
I might as well play bridge
With my old maid aunt
I haven't got a chance
This is a fine romance

A fine romance, my good fellow
You take romance, I'll take jello
You're calmer than the seals
In the Arctic Ocean
At least they flap their fins
To express emotion
A fine romance with no quarrels
With no insults and all morals
I've never mussed the crease
In your blue serge pants
I never get the chance
This is a fine romance

. . .


Writer(s): Cole Porter


In the still of the night
As I gaze out of my window
At the moon in its flight
My thoughts all stray, stray to you

In the still of the night
While the world lies in slumber
Oh the times without number
When I say to you

Do you love me
Just like I love you
Are you my life to be
That dream come true
Or will this dream of mine
Will it fade way out of sight

Just like that moon growing dim
Way out on the rim of the hill
In the still of the night

. . .


Way down among Brazilians
Coffee beans grow by the billions
So they've got to find those extra cups to fill
They've got an awful lot of coffee in Brazil

You can't get cherry soda
'Cause they've got to fill that quota
And the way things are I'll bet they never will
They've got a zillion tons of coffee in Brazil

No tea or tomato juice
You'll see no potato juice
The planters down in Santos all say no no no

The politician's daughter
Was accused of drinking water
And was fined a great big fifty dollar bill
They've got an awful lot of coffee in Brazil

You date a girl and find out later
She smells just like a percolator
Her perfume was made right on the grill
Why they could percolate the ocean in Brazil

And when their ham and eggs need savor
Coffee ketchup gives 'em flavor
Coffee pickles way outsell the dill
Why they put coffee in the coffee in Brazil

So your lead to the local color
Serving coffee with a cruller
Dunking doesn't take a lot of skill
They've got an awful lot of coffee in Brazil

. . .


When I take my sugar to tea,
all the boys are jealous of me,
'Cause I never take her where the gang goes,
When I take my sugar to tea.
I'm a rowdy dowdy,
that's me, she's a high hat baby, that's she,
So I never take her where the gang goes,
When I take my sugar to tea.
Every Sunday afternoon,
we forget about our cares,
Rubbing elbows at the Ritz,
with those millionaires.
When I take my sugar to tea,
I'm as ritzy as I can be,
'Cause I never take her where the gang goes,
When I take my sugar to tea.
(musical interlude)
Every Sunday afternoon,
we forget about those cares,
Rubbing elbows at the Ritz,
with those zillionaires.
When I take my sugar to tea,
I'm as ritzy as I can be,
'Cause I never take her where the gang goes,
When I take, take my sugar to tea.

. . .


There may be trouble ahead,
But while there's moonlight and music and love and romance,
Let's face the music and dance

Before the fiddlers have fled,
Before they ask us to pay the bill,
And while we still have the chance,
Let's face the music and dance

Soon, we'll be without the moon,
Humming a different tune
And then...

There may be teardrops to shed,
So while there's moonlight and music and love and romance,
Face the music and dance

*orchestral interlude*

Before the fiddlers have fled
Before they ask us to come up with the bill,
And while we still have got that chance,
Face that music and dance

Soon, we'll be without the moon,
Humming a different tune,
And then...

There may be teardrops to shed
So while there's moonlight and music and love and romance,
Let's face the music and dance
Dance
Let's face the music,
Look at that music
Why not face the music and dance?

. . .


You'd be so easy to love
Easy to idolize all others above
So worth the yearning for
So swell to keep the home fire burning for

We'd be so grand at the game
So carefree together, that it does seem a shame
That you can't see your future with me
'Cause you'd be so easy to love

. . .


You and the night and the music fill me with flaming desire,
Setting my being completely on fire!
You and the night and the music thrill me but will we be one
After the night and the music are done?
Until the pale light of dawning and daylight our hearts will be throbbing guitars,
Morning may come without warning and take away the stars.
If we must live for the moment, love till the moment is through!
After the night and the music die, will I have you?

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I've got my love to keep me warm, off with my overcoat, off with my glove,
I need no overcoat, I'm burning with love.
My heart's on fire, the flame goes higher, but I can weather the storm,
What do I care how much it may storm, I've got my love to keep me warm.

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