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No Wonder, A Stairway To The Stars, Pork Chops And Gravy, It's Funny To Everyone But Me, Tiger Rag
The Ink Spots
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Ladies and gentlemen, The Ink Spots
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La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, yeah
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From WFI-L in Philadelphia, the National Broadcasting Company presents The Ink Spots
Orville, Deke, Billy and Charlie, the home cook and boys from up Harlem way
With Bob Benson at the piano
A quarter hour of music, home cook style
The inimitable arrangements of The Ink Spots
Fried chicken
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Candy ale
Home cooking in the bay
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All right, here's a little ditty to step the tempo right off smartly
Well, you might say small wonder, but no wonder
I feel like I do
Yeah
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No wonder I feel like I do
No wonder you wonder from you
You are the one that I've been thinking of
Oh baby, oh mama, it must be love
No wonder I'm talking out loud
No wonder my head's in the clouds
You are the one from heaven above
No wonder I'm in love
Yeah
No wonder I feel like I do
No wonder you wonder from you
You are the one from heaven above
Oh baby, oh mama, it must be love
No wonder I'm talking out loud
No wonder my head's in the clouds
You are the one that I'm thinking of
No wonder I'm in love
Yeah
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Oh, the play's been jumping
Look at all these folks
Oh, come here
Yeah
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No wonder I'm such a ditty, ditty boy
No wonder, ditty, ditty, ditty Joe
You are the one from heaven above
Oh baby, I'm in love
No wonder I'm in love
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And now a modern ballad which calls for a slight stretch of the old imagination
It deals with The Stairway to the Stars
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Let's build a stairway to the stars
And climb that stairway to the stars
With love beside us to fill the night with a song
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We'll hear the sound of violins
Way out yonder where the blue begins
The moon will guide us as we go drifting along
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Can't we sail away on a lazy daisy paddle
Over the rim of the hill
Baby, can't we sail away on a little dream and settle
High on the crest of a thrill
Oh baby, let's build a stairway to the stars
A lovely stairway to the stars
It would be heaven to climb to heaven with you
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Come on honey, let's build a stairway to the stars
Darling, we'll climb that stairway to the stars
With love beside us
And we'll fill the night with a song
And we'll fill the night with a song
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Honey child, we'll hear the sound of violins
Way out yonder where the blue begins
Don't worry honey, the moon will guide us as we go drifting along
Oh, top of the beat little boy
Can't we sail away on a lazy daisy paddle
Over the rim of the hill
Oh baby, can't we sail away on a little dream and settle
High on the crest of a thrill
Oh baby, let's build a stairway to the stars
A lovely, a lovely little stairway to the stars
It would be heaven to climb to heaven with you
Yeah
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To prove their versatility, the Inksbots delve into the realm of the finer in their own dinner music
Comes now, Porkchops and Gravy
Oh goodness, ain't it bad
Porkchops and gravy
Porkchops and gravy
Porkchops and gravy
I want a pork-a-chop-a-cholly with some cornbread
Porkchops and gravy
Porkchops and gravy
Porkchops and gravy
I want a pork-a-chop-a-cholly with some cornbread
Fried chicken and lima beans, baby, that will do
But if you get a porkchop-cholly, you'll be in the groove
Yeah
Porkchops and gravy
Porkchops and gravy
Porkchops and gravy
I want a pork-a-chop-a-cholly with some cornbread
Fried chicken in the bag
Corn on the cob in the bag
Black-eyed peas in the bag
I want a flatfoot mama with the frying pan
Cabbage and greens in the bag
Chicken fricassee in the bag
Salmon sea in the bag
I want a big, fat mama with the bells in the bag
Riddity, riddity, riddy
Ba-ba-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-de
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Boy, rip it, boy
Riddity-diddity-diddity-diddity-diddity
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Riddity-diddity-riddity-diddity
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Candy-M in the bag
Fried ham in the bag
Come on, blackbear jam in the bag
I want a flatfoot mama with some cornbread
Doo-dah-doo-dah-doo-dah-da-dah-doo-dah-doo-dah-dah-doo-dah-da-dah
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Doo-dah-doo-dah-doo-dah-da-da-doo-dah-da-doo-dah-dah-doo-da-dah-doo-dah-da
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Doo-dah-doo-dah-doo-dah-da-dah-doo-dah-da-dah-doo-dah-dah-doo-dah-da-dah
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Take it, boy
Take it, boy
Ba-dum-dee-da-ba
Yeah
Wooo, nibble-do-dee
Yo, hook it, cook it
Sa-jo-be-do-dee
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Gidde-bad-doo-say
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Da-da-dah-dah
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Take it
Da-da-dah-dah
Crush for it
Da-dah
Da-dah
I want a bigger chap-o-chali with some cornbread
And now as the man said who was hit in the eye with a custard pie
quote, it's funny to everyone but me
End of quote
It's funny how you loved me, then forgot so suddenly
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It's funny to everyone but me
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They told me this would happen
Now they're laughing secretly
It's funny to everyone but me
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I should shrug my shoulders and say, good riddance to a bad affair
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But how can I do what my head tells me to when my heart tells me how much I care
It's so funny I still love you
It's the joke of the century
It's so funny to everyone but me
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How could I make such a fool mistake
They're laughing at me all over town
Funny child, did you ever notice the delight that everybody takes
in kicking a man when he's down
Of course, I should shrug my shoulders and say, well, good riddance to a bad affair
But darling, how am I going to do what my head tells me to when my heart tells me how much I care
It's so funny I still love you
It's the joke of the century
It's so funny to everyone but me
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It's funny, but not true
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To me
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At this point, the ink spots reach a song than which there is no witcher
The one and only Tiger Rag
Look out that satchel
The tiger loose in here
Be careful, boys
Folks trying to tell me there's a tiger in bed
I'm ready with him and I'm feeling mighty sad
He makes milk and he's tame as a cow
I used to drink milk but I eat meat now
Tiger's got me pretty scared to death
I feel so bad I just can't be myself
Excuse me, folks, while I end this song
No, darn well, I won't be here long
Hold that tiger
Hold that tiger
Hold that tiger
Hold that tiger
Hold that tiger
Hold that tiger
Hold that tiger
Please don't let the tiger go
Hold that tiger
Hold that tiger
Hold that tiger
Hold that tiger now
As she was, as she's wise
Hold that tiger
Shoot them dice
Hold that tiger now
Take it back
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Go render, now surrender
Go wolf and choose your lover, babe
Look at that
We've got the announcer jumping
The control man's jumping
He's got him with a cocktail
Yeah
Folks, don't believe this
Tiger's wild
I sure did find out he ain't no child
Sure ain't beaten, that's a change somehow
Tiger is a wild man now
Tiger ain't no kitten and he's got big teeth
That ain't all, he's got big feet
Brother, keep away when you see him loud
You'll be ten feet under the ground
Hold that tiger
Hold that tiger
Hold that tiger now
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Yeah
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Yeah
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Fried chicken
Candy, yeah
Home cooking
The leg of a lamb
Home cooking
Good old blackberry jam
In the bag
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For the past quarter hour, you've been listening to the originalities of the home cooking boys from up Harlem way
The Four Ink Spots
Orville, Deke, Billy and Charlie with Bob Benson at the piano
This program originated in the studios of WFIL in Philadelphia and reached you through the National Broadcasting Company
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