Clementine lyrics

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KATE SMITH lyrics : "Clementine"


Say, look up the street
Look up the street right now
Hey, look at her feet
Isn't she neat, and how

Oh ain't she a darling
Oh isn't she sweet
That baby I'm wild to meet

Here comes Miss Clementine
That baby from New Orleans
She's only seventeen
But what a queen, oh my

She has those flashing eyes
The kind that can hypnotize
And when she rolls 'em pal
Just kiss your gal goodbye

And oh, oh, oh
When she starts dancing
She plays a mean castanet
You won't forget, I mean

Down in that Creole town
Are wonderful gals around
But none like Clementine
From New Orleans

Now, you talk about tobasco mammas
Lulu Belles and other charmers
She's the baby that made the farmers
Raise a lot of cane
She vamped a guy named old Bill Bailey
In the dark she kissed him gaily
Then threw down his ukulele
And he prayed for rain.

Look out for Clementine
That baby from New Orleans
She's only seventeen
But what a queen, oh my

She has two yearning lips
But her kisses are burning pips
They make the fellows shout
Then lay right down and die

Her dancing movements
Have improvements
She plays a mean tambourine
Out where the grass is green

I've seen asbestos dames
Who set the whole town in flames
But none like Clementine
From New Orleans!




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