Oh oh oh
Yip-I-Ad-Dy-I-Ay-I-Ay
Yip-I-Ad-dy-I-ay
I don't care what becomes of me
When you play me that sweet melody
Yip-I-Ad-Dy-I-Ay-I-Ay
My heart wants to shout out hHooray
Sing of joy, sing of bliss,
Home was never like this
Yip-I-Ad-Dy-I
Yip-I-Ad-Dy-I
Yip-I-Ad-Dy-I-Ay

Now just imagine you
Upon my knee
Tea for two
And two for tea
Just me for you
And you for me alone
Nobody near us to see us or hear us
No friends or relations
On weekend vacations
We won't have it known
That we own a telephone
Day will break and you'll wake
And start to bake a sugar cake
For you to take for all the boys to see
We'll raise a family
A boy for you
And a girl for me
Can't you see how happy we would be

Blue heaven and you and I
And sand kissing a moonlit sky
A desert breeze whispering a lullaby
Only stars above you to see I love you

Oh, give me that night divine
And let my arms in yours entwine
The desert song calling
It's voice enthralling
Will make you mine

Thumbelina, Thumbelina, tiny little thing
Thumbelina dance, Thumbelina sing
Thumbelina, what's the difference if you're very small
When your heart is full of love, you're nine feet tall

So you're no bigger than my thumb, than my thumb, than my thumb;
Sweet Thumbelina don't be glum.
Now, now, now, ah, ah, ah, come, come, come

Thumbelina, Thumbelina, tiny little thing
Thumbelina dance, Thumbelina sing
Thumbelina, what's the difference if you're very small
When your heart is full of love, you're nine feet tall

Life is not a highway filled with flowers
Still it holds a godly share of bliss
When the sun gives way to April Showers
Here is the point you should never miss

Though April showers may come your way
They bring the flowers that bloom in May
So if it's raining, have no regrets
Because it isn't raining rain, you know
It's raining violets
And where you see clouds upon the hills
You soon will see crowds of daffodils
So keep on looking for a blue bird
And list'ning for his song,
Whenever April showers come along

Gee, the joy to be there floggin'
Back in the old routine
You're up, you're down, you're in there sluggin'
Back in the old routine
Oh, give me the jazz, the razzamatazz
And we'll tread on Heaven's scene
Back in the old routine
Back where the corn is green
Back in the old routine
I wanna get back to the razzamatazz
The old soft shoe and all that jazz
Let's go back in the old routine

And then they nursed it, rehearsed it
And gave out the news
That the Southland gave birth to the blues
That the Southland gave birth to the blues
Oh yeah, oh yeah everybody

My Mama done told me
When I was in kneepads
That the Southland gave birth to the blues
Yeah.