Canadian Capers Songtext
von Doris Day
Canadian Capers Songtext
I heard you call for an all star band
It′s something new for the music stand
It's on the way, but before we start
A cuttin′ capers around your heart
You're gonna cheer when you hear this band
There's never been a better crew
And when you hear the drummer lawdy, how the joint′ll hum
A cuttin′ capers just for you
You'll never kick about or pick a quarrel
With Mister Krupa or with Frankie Carle
You′ll never dig a list of bigger names
A cuttin' capers with Harry James
With Benny Goodman and his clarinet
And Tommy Dorseys in it, too
Alvino Rey will star a walkin′ talkin' steel guitar
A cuttin′ caper's just for you
Listen to that tenor saxophone
Never heard it played with such a tone
And when you get that lic'rish stick
Out in the woodshed, son
Why it′s Papa Benny Goodman and he′s showin' you quick
How the proper lic′rish stickin's done!
Tood-da-root-toot, to-du-du-du
Listen to that fiddle player slap, slap, slap
Boy, he plays it, he really lays it, in your lap, lap, lap
Say, I′ll bet before they're through
You′ll be cut capers, too,pa,pa,pa,ba,be
Pa,pa,pa,be,pa,pa,pa,be
Cuttin' capers 'cause I′m out with you
Nothin′ else that I'm about to do
My heart begins to flutter like a dove
I even stutter, guess it′s love!
I'm cuttin′ capers so you'll notice me
When we′re together, can't you see
I'm only blowin′ off, a talkin′ big and showin' off
A-cuttin capers ′cause it's true,la,la,la,la la,la
Baby, I′m in love
Baby, I'm in love with
Baby, I′m in love with you
It′s something new for the music stand
It's on the way, but before we start
A cuttin′ capers around your heart
You're gonna cheer when you hear this band
There's never been a better crew
And when you hear the drummer lawdy, how the joint′ll hum
A cuttin′ capers just for you
You'll never kick about or pick a quarrel
With Mister Krupa or with Frankie Carle
You′ll never dig a list of bigger names
A cuttin' capers with Harry James
With Benny Goodman and his clarinet
And Tommy Dorseys in it, too
Alvino Rey will star a walkin′ talkin' steel guitar
A cuttin′ caper's just for you
Listen to that tenor saxophone
Never heard it played with such a tone
And when you get that lic'rish stick
Out in the woodshed, son
Why it′s Papa Benny Goodman and he′s showin' you quick
How the proper lic′rish stickin's done!
Tood-da-root-toot, to-du-du-du
Listen to that fiddle player slap, slap, slap
Boy, he plays it, he really lays it, in your lap, lap, lap
Say, I′ll bet before they're through
You′ll be cut capers, too,pa,pa,pa,ba,be
Pa,pa,pa,be,pa,pa,pa,be
Cuttin' capers 'cause I′m out with you
Nothin′ else that I'm about to do
My heart begins to flutter like a dove
I even stutter, guess it′s love!
I'm cuttin′ capers so you'll notice me
When we′re together, can't you see
I'm only blowin′ off, a talkin′ big and showin' off
A-cuttin capers ′cause it's true,la,la,la,la la,la
Baby, I′m in love
Baby, I'm in love with
Baby, I′m in love with you
Writer(s): Gus Chandler, Bert White, Henry Cohen Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com