| Swingin’ Around Words & Music by: Tony Babino I’m swingin’ around, with my baby tonight We’re out on the town, pushin’ it down Till the early morning light We’ll be dancin’ and singin’ The bands gonna be swingin’ We’ll be beatin’ it eight to the bar When I’m Swingin’ Around, With my baby tonight We’re out on the town, The joint will be jumpin’ tonight We’re gonna be diggin’ the sounds Of a backbeat drummer Till our shoes seem to take flight We’ll be huggin’ and kissin’ To the syncopatin' rhythm Our eyes turned up to the stars When I’m swingin’ around, With my baby tonight I love you I’ll be shoutin’ it out, we’re out n’ about Till morning will come and then we are one When we do I’m gonna have you baby, don’t say maybe I’ve been around, long enough to know This girl that I’ve found, She is one in a million I’m never gonna let her go We’ll be huggin’ and squeezin’ The band’s gonna be pleasin’ Everyone that’s there in the crowd When I’m Swingin’ Around, With my baby tonight (Solo) I love you I’ll be shoutin’ it out, we’re out n’ about Till morning will come and then we are one When we do I’m gonna have you baby, don’t say maybe I’ve been around, long enough to know This girl that I’ve found, She is one in a million I’m never gonna let her go We’ll be huggin’ and squeezin’ The band’s gonna be pleasin’ Everyone that’s there in the crowd When I’m singin’ and dancin’ Gonna be Romancin’ Swingin’ around, With my baby tonight, tonight We’re gonna be swingin’ and dancin’ We’re gonna be romancin’ With my baby tonight! |
| I Wish I Could Sing Like Sinatra Words & Music by: Tony Babino When I sing a love song When the band strikes each chord There is only one singer I wish I could sing like He’s the chairman of the board I wish I could sing like Sinatra Make each word seem to, Jump right off the page I’d tell a story about two lovers Caught in a tender trap Aa they better watch out, They never know when Mackie is back ....in town Wrap my arms round each lyric And caress it, I’d finesse it With each new phrase, you can hear it It’s such bliss I’d be flyin’ to the moon On a warm summer wind in June If I could sing like Francis Albert S Don’t wanna sing like Connick, Not Martin or Davis or Vale I don’t wanna sing like Crosby, That kind of style is stale But if swing is the thing, Sinatra’s the king I gotta swing like that man, that man I wish I could sing like Sinatra With a song in my heart, From the start it would be such a thrill Singin’ songs his way or mine, I’d keep singin’ through rain or shine I wish that I could sing like Frank (Solo) Don’t wanna sing like Connick, Not Martin or Davis or Vale I don’t wanna sing like Crosby, That kind of style is stale But if swing is the thing, Sinatra’s the king I gotta swing like that man, that man I wish I could sing like Sinatra With a song in my heart, from the start I’d be king of the hill If Chicago lets me down Old New York’s my kind of town I wish that I could sing like Nobody else can swing like I wish that I could sing..... like Frank |
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