#30 SINGING FRANK
#30 SINGING FRANK
(Big Band Swing)
Talking on our sofa,
And you've come to learn.
Your small worry is growing,
Into more than just concern.
You feel I barely talk to you,
Spend most my time when able.
Singing along to records,
On my turntable.
But when I sing as Sinatra's playing,
With each song, one thing to you I'm saying.
My darling dear I love you through these words,
Thought by now you'd heard.
More than thirteen hundred songs,
Ol' Blue Eyes put on wax.
You can't find an emotion,
That any record lacks.
These songs show my true feelings,
Nowhere near a prank.
Please know I'm speaking frankly,
When I'm singing Frank.
So less time with me singing Frank,
And some more time spent with you.
Fair trade: 'cause if we ended,
I wouldn't know what to do.
But please every now and then,
A little Frank, that's my plea.
You listening and laughing,
Me singing joyful and carefree.
All these perfect songs, just where to begin?
Please Come Fly With Me on the Summer Wind.
In the Wee Small Hours of the Morning,
My love, I’ve Got the World on a String.
The Lady is a tramp, love her through thick and thin,
Just In Time, I've Got You Under My Skin.
More than thirteen hundred songs,
Ol' Blue Eyes put on wax.
You can't find an emotion,
That any record lacks.
These songs show my true feelings,
Nowhere near a prank.
Please know I'm speaking frankly,
When I'm singing Frank.
A vast cavalcade of songs,
Francis Albert put on wax.
Not even one emotion,
A single record lacks.
These songs are my true feelings,
I cannot be more frank.
This heart is speaking frankly,
When I'm singing Frank.
One last great song in case,
My love still hasn't flowed.
Just one for my baby,
and one more for the road.