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life His veins are full of evil serum But what's done is done Now he's trapped in flat of angles Hiding in flat of angles Right down to its gables
rather have me around to kibbitz. Roy Rogers is not her style, and even Clark Gable`s smile Is something that she can`t see. (Oh, you lucky so-and-so)
me around to kibitz Roy Rogers is not her style And even Clark Gable's smile Is something that she can't see (Oh, you lucky so and so) I wonder
around to kibbitz Roy Rogers is not her style And even Clark Gable's smile Is something that she can't see (Oh, you lucky so-and-so) I wonder what's
around to kibbits Roy Rogers is not her style and even Clark Gable's smile Is something that she can't see (oh, you lucky so-and-so) I wonder what's
Where does it go? The good Lord only knows Seems like it was just the other day I was down at Green Gables, hawking them tables And generally blowing
vests and impersonate Clark Gable. It's a busy life in Camelot. I have to push the pram a lot.
sequin vests, And impersonate Clark Gable. It's a busy life in Camelot, I have to push the pram a lot.
a waitin' tables at the House of Seven Gables And there's where she met the man from Bowling Green He was somewhat older with hair down to his shoulders He
three-hundred days, for the timbers to be raised, And the silhouette was seen for miles around. And the gables reached as high as the eagles in the sky, But it
quests we sequin vests and impersonate Clark Gable. It's a busy life in Camelot. I have to push the pram a lot.
it's not the place for me to make this crack, But I hear tell that Gable's back. Boys: Frankie, here's a bromo, why, a Como (ow!) We're grateful
Just one knock on my door Baby. And when your people ask you At home if you enjoyed the show Did you like Clark Gable, Say "l think so but I don't
[cables/tables/gables/fables] And sometimes bells [off under] The ring from many callers Coupon and gas-board man Dragnet for [drop] black man Who's trapped in flat of angles
Dear Mr. Gable, I am writing this to you And I hope that you will read it so you'll know My heart beats like a hammer And I stutter and I stammer
Either way, it's a shame, time was so cruel. But it's nice that that, generally, isn't the rule. [Chorus] And Clark Gable's who I should have been.
Even Gable had me to tea But now I'm broken hearted Can't get started with you You're so supreme The lyrics I write of you Dream, dream, day
I got a guy He don't dress me in sable He looks nothing like Gable But he's mine And I think he's too divine I got a guy When he starts into
to be me [Chorus: x2] Where does it go,the good Lord only knows It seems like it was just the other day I was down at Green Gables, hawking them
Even Gable had me to tea But now I'm broken hearted Can't get started with you You're so supreme The lyrics I write of you Dream, dream, day
Even Gable had me to tea But now I'm broken hearted Can't get started with you You're so supreme The lyrics I write of you Dream, dream, day
Even Gable had me to tea But now I'm broken hearted Can't get started with you You're so supreme The lyrics I write of you Dream, dream, day
remember, long ago My cards are on the table At a glance Unlike Clark Gable (Frankly, my dear) I give a damn Oh you are beautiful, you are
I got a guy He don't dress me in sable He looks nothing like Gable But he's mine And I think he's too divine I got a guy When he starts into
Even Gable had me to tea But now I'm broken hearted Can't get started with you You're so supreme The lyrics I write of you Dream, dream, day