| Flower Drum Song Soundtrack lyrics
Gliding Through my Memoree lyrics
I am a vagabond sailor,
All my friends call me "sport."
I am a fellow for action,
Any storm in a port.
(Any storm in a port, ha?... Back to the laundry!)
Now that I'm home and I'm resting
Home from over the sea,
All of the girls who adored me
Go gliding through my memoree.
A sweet colleen from Ireland,
Her hair was fiery red,
Her eyes gave out a green light
That said I could go ahead.
(Say somehing in Irish. -- Elin go Blah.)
I met a girl in Sweden
Of whom I grew quite fond,
A stately Scandinavian type,
A buxom, blue-eyed blonde.
And then in merry England,
A girl who worshipped me,
Gliding through me memoree;
That's how I see them,
Gliding through me memoree!
In sunny Barcelona,
A dancing chick I picked.
Her castanets were clicking
Like nothing ever clicked.
(--Ole!-- You can say that again!)
A very friendly ma'mselle,
In oo-la-la Paree,
She was a girl who couldn't say
Anything but --Oui!--
'Twas fun to cast an anchor
In lovely Casablancer.
I loved a Grecian doll and
Another doll in Holland,
But of all the girls in ev'ry hemisphere
There is no one like the girl have right here.
Other Flower Drum Song Soundtrack lyrics:
A Hundred Million Miracles lyrics
Fan Tan Fanny lyrics
The Other Generation lyrics
I Enjoy Being a Girl lyrics
I am Going to Like it Here lyrics
Chop Suey lyrics
You be the Rock, I'll be the Roll lyrics
Grant Avenue lyrics
Love, Look Away lyrics
You Are Beautiful lyrics
Sunday lyrics
Like a God lyrics
Don't Marry Me lyrics
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