Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Yah-ta-Ta, Yah-ta-Ta (Talk, Talk, Talk), artist - Bing Crosby. Album song Stars of the Silver Screen - Judy Garland, in the genre Поп
Date of issue: 13.01.2013
Record label: Memory Lane
Song language: English
Yah-ta-Ta, Yah-ta-Ta (Talk, Talk, Talk) |
My hat? |
Oh Bing, how nice of you to ask me that |
Because there’s a very interesting story |
Connected with this hat, there really is |
I was walking down the street the other day |
Ran into Mllicent Palmer, you know Millicent Palmer |
A very dear friend of mine |
How do I get involved? |
Well we walked around the corner for what passes |
For a millinery shop and she looked in the window and |
Saw my hat and said, «that is for you» |
I went in, the saleslady put it on my head and I |
Thought it was a little matronly |
Time |
Oh, now wait, no wait |
Cut |
When I got my arm around you and we’re going for a walk |
Must you ya-ta-ta, ya-ta-ta, ya-ta-ta, ya-ta-ta, talk, talk, talk |
When we’re sitting close together in a cozy taxi cab |
Must you ya-ta-ta, ya-ta-ta, ya-ta-ta, ya-ta-ta, gab, gab, gab |
Aristotle, mathematics, economics, antique chairs |
The classics, the comics, darling, who cares? |
There’s a brand new moon this evening and the weather should be fine |
If you ya-ta-ta, ya-ta-ta, ya-ta-ta, ya-ta-ta, same old line |
I’ll politely close your lips with mine |
How’s your golf Bing? |
My golf? |
Ho-ho I’m really moving that ball out there, striking it a ton |
I had a sixty-nine Sunday, should have been a sixty-five |
Terrific wind blowing, couldn’t drop a single putt, it was murder |
Oh, I lost my head with this question |
And of course the equipment, you just can’t get any golf balls anymore |
The actors are hoarding them all… and the caddies, huh they want an |
Annuity for eighteen holes. |
You’ve got to take an option on one to be sure |
He’ll show up |
Cut |
Sorry |
When the parlour lights are lowered and the family isn’t in |
Must you ya-ta-ta, ya-ta-ta, ya-ta-ta, ya-ta-ta, chin, chin, chin |
When there’s music softly playing and I’m sitting on your lap |
Must you ya-ta-ta, ya-ta-ta, ya-ta-ta, ya-ta-ta, yap, yap, yap |
Forward passes, second baggers, or a jockey who is hot |
Or boxing, or hockey, darling, so what? |
I’ll attempt some other evening |
Well you can call for me at nine |
Calling? |
But if you ya-ta-ta, ya-ta-ta, ya-ta-ta, ya-ta-ta, same old line |
What do you mean the same old line? |
Same line |
You asked me about my hat |
You’ve been standing there for an hour |
And a half talking your big fat head off |
I thought |
About golf |
I just |
You didn’t even let me finish my story |
I told you what I would do |
Oh darling, let me finish |
Steady, steady |
Oh |
It’s so nice to close your lips with mine |