Bolton Swings Sinatra

My funny Valentine, sweet comic Valentine You make me smile with my heart Your looks are laughable, unphotographable Yet you're my favourite work of art Is your figure less than Greek? Is your mouth a little weak? When you open it to speak Are you sm

Fly me to the moon Let me play among the stars Let me see what spring is like On a-Jupiter and Mars In other words, hold my hand In other words, baby, kiss me Fill my heart with song And let me sing for ever more You are all I long for All I worship

Tall and tan and young and lovely The girl from ipanema goes walking And when she passes Each one she passes goes When she walks it's like a Samba That sways so cool and swings so gentle That when she passes Each one she passes goes Ooh but I watches

Start spreading the news, I'm leaving today I want to be a part of it, New York, New York These vagabond shoes Are longing to stray Right through the very heart of it, New York, New York I want to wake up in a city that never sleeps And find I'm king

That's life that's what all the people say You're riding high in April Shot down in May But I know I'm gonna change that tune When I'm back on top back on top in June I said that's life and as funny as it may seem Some people get their kicks Stompin'

You go to my head and you linger like a haunting refrain And I find you spinning 'round in my brain Like the bubbles in a glass of champagne You go to my head like a sip of sparkling Burgundy brew And I find the very mention of you Like the kicker in