I've sung about the birds and bees
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The daffydown dillies and the shady trees
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I've covered mother nature inside out.
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There's the old ox road, the old millstream
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Pennies from heaven and darn that dream
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Nothin that I haven't sung about.
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I've sung some songs of sacrifice
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I've even sung a few that offered good advice.
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I've covered all emotions there's no doubt.
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Like a fine romance, learn to croon
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Sing you sinners, and love in bloom.
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Nothing that I haven't sung about.
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There's many a chorus
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I've sang of Delores.
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Remember Marquita, and sweet Riorita?
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There's Mary and Sally, and Rose Mexicali.
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From Emiline to Clementine
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They all got equal time.
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Yes, musically I've been around
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I've covered almost every town
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I've always been a vocal gadabout.
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From the Swanee River, to Galway Bay,
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Atchison Topeka and the Santa Fe
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There's nothing that I haven't sung about.
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I found a million dollar baby in a ten cent store
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A pockeful of dreams and plenty more
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Since anything goes I pick Sweet Sue
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Spose that's the natural thing to do.
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We began the beguine and I could feel it start
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I said please be careful that's my heart!
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In the cool of the evening 'neath the autumn leaves
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We call for music, maestro please!
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There's a great temptation as we cuddle near
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And I whispered I surrender dear.
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The bells of St Mary's rang in the steeple
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For all the dear friends and gentle kind of people.
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I said babe I got you under my skin
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It had to be you 'cause love walked in.
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From here on in you'll be going my way
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Til the blue of the night meets the gold of the day.
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I've sung about Dolly, my Rosie of Tralee
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I've sung of Chicago, and that song from Zhivago.
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The old Mississippi and Tintipitipi.
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The winter, summer, spring and fall
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I've covered one and all
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And I love 'em one and all!
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I've tried to sing these modern songs
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I just can't figure where that style belongs
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The mad rock, acid rock, country, western, soul.
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But when I try to sing 'em I ain't nowhere
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I ain't got the clothes and I ain't got the hair
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But I'll keep tryin' til there is no doubt
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There ain't nothing, really nothing,
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That I haven't sung about!
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There's Nothing That I Haven't Sung About
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| Bing Crosby |
