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Something Sort of Grandish

This song is by Burton Lane.


Something sweet
Something sort of grandish
Sweeps my soul when thou art near
My heart feels so sugar candish
My head feels so ginger beer

And something so dareish
So I don't careish
Stirs me from limb to limb
It's so terrifish, magnifish, delish
To have such an amorish, glamorish dish

Or we could be, oh so, bride and groomish
Skies could be so bluish blue
Life could be so love in bloomish
If my ishes could come true

Thou art sweet
Thou art sort of grandish
Thou outlandish cavalier
From now on, we're hand in handish
Romeo and Guinevere

Thou art so adorish
Toujours l'amourish
I'm so cherchez la femme

Why should I vanquish
Relinquish, resish
When I simply relish
This swellish condish

I might be manish or mouseish
I might be a fowl or fish
But with thee I'm Eisenhowzish

Please accept my propasish
You're under my skinish
So please be giveinish
Or it's the beginish of the finish of me


Children, if you help me find the little gold crock
You can have anything that's made in fairyland

There'll be things plenty for allish
Wondrish toys and magic tricks
Electrish trains and basket ballish
Mintish drops and licorice stick

Life will be keenish all halloweenish
And jelly beanish too
With ice-cream, and cakish
And soda to sup
And no bellyacheish
To wakeish you up

There will be such delicious dishes
And will end to this daffyish plot
We will go from wretch to riches
When we'll find that goldish pot

There will be chocolate castish
With hot-dogs, and mustish
But cheers! ev'rybodysh
Must fastish come trough


Written by:

E. Y. Harburg; Burton Lane

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