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Тексты (слова) песенСписок исполнителей в алфавитном порядкеА  Б В Г Д Е Ё Ж З И К Л М Н О П Р С Т У Ф Х Ц Ч Ш Э Ю Я  A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P R S T U V W X Y Z  Текст (слова) песни: Manhattan Transfer - Blue SerenadeHot to trot shot, out to the hot spot Up to the nines with bodies in line an feelin so fine Whats to lose, go get 慹m shoes You take a train, you find a fascinatin rhythm in the rain At every stop, you hear the clippin and the clop You take a beat, you find a fascinatin rhythm in your feet Its so complete and you know nothin can compete (You aint seen nothin, you aint seen nothin - yet!) You start to palpitate and the jeep is shakin the snake Like a man upon the move for a doll who doesnt hesitate Bad John You hear the sound of a sad song And when the downtown folk all shake it on out tonite Jeep is jake and rakin in the take Bad John You are back where you belong Shes such a sight tonite (Hello) A Caribana with a fan a top banana in a blue savanna moon A neck in neck You tell her darlin get the check youre all electric Up in Harlem in a swoon Another dance with a with a tropical fan Another chance with the topical tan Mean swimmin saxophones Takin in the wimmin and shakin them bones The goat get in the fete begin Naughty in the body and set for sin A Creole girl step up and say "never say never" with a casual sway Takin her time to come my way Bad John You are back where you belong All reet Im tippin in, deed I do And while the goat is on the fire and every note is your desire You approve her every move You in a spin (Come on in) She wanna grab you by the duff and tell you Honey this is tough enough for sure Theres the door, what are you waiting for? And just us two, Serenading in Blue You take a frail who makes a copesetic caper with her tail Im tellin you, she really puttin on a do The saxophones, you cant relax when there is rhythm in your bones Youre on the hoof, you raise a racket on the roof Some syncopation, makin with the eyes an arisin occasion Made it in the shade the way they played that satin Serenade in Blue |
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