Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Finale: Up the Ladder to the Roof / Boogie Woogie Bugle Boy / Friends, artist - Bette Midler. Album song Live at Last, in the genre Поп
Date of issue: 25.07.2005
Record label: Atlantic, Warner Strategic Marketing
Song language: English
Finale: Up the Ladder to the Roof / Boogie Woogie Bugle Boy / Friends |
Up The Ladder To The Roof |
Come with me, come with me |
And we shall run across the sky. |
We illuminate the night. |
Ohhhh, i, I will try and guide you |
To better times and brighter days. |
Just don’t be afraid. |
Come on up the ladder to the roof |
Where we can see heaven much better. |
Let’s go up the ladder to the roof |
Where we can be closer to heaven. |
Stay with me, stay with me |
And we shall let expression sing. |
Hear freedom ringin'. |
Ohhh, memories of yesterday’s broken dreams. |
Hey, don’t you know, don’t you know |
That they are gonna fade away? |
Don’t be afraid. |
Come on up the ladder to the roof |
Where we can see heaven much better. |
Let’s go up the ladder to the roof |
Where we can be closer to heaven. |
We’ll laugh, I’ll tell you the story of love. |
How it is, the happiness in it, baby. |
Combine these thoughts and together we’ll travel |
To the fountain of lovingness. |
I will never, never, never, never, |
Never leave you, baby. |
As we grow older and older and older, babe. |
Stand with song and sing: |
Say, don’t you wanna go? |
Say, don’t you wanna go? |
Say, don’t you wanna go? |
Say, don’t you wanna go? |
Say, don’t you wanna go? |
Say, don’t you wanna go? |
Say, don’t you wanna go? |
Say, don’t you wanna go |
Up the ladder to the roof |
Where we can see heaven much better. |
Let’s go up the ladder to the roof |
Where we can be closer to heaven. |
Let’s go up the, up the, up the ladder to heaven. |
Heaven, heaven, heaven, heaven. |
Boogie Woogie Bugle Boy |
He was a famous trumpet man from out Chicago way |
He had a boogie style that no one else could play |
He was the top man at his craft |
But then his number came up, and he was gone with the draft |
He’s in the Army now, a-blowin' Reveille |
He’s the boogie-woogie bugle boy of Company B |
They made him blow a bugle for his Uncle Sam |
It really brought him down because he could not jam |
The Captain seemed to understand |
Because the next day the Cap' went out and drafted a band |
And now the Company jumps when he plays Reveille |
He’s the boogie-woogie bugle boy of Company B |
A-root, a-toot, a-toot-diddely-ada-toot |
He blows it eight-to-the-bar, in boogie rhythm |
He can’t blow a note unless the bass and guitar is playin' with 'im |
A-ha-ha-hand the company jumps when he plays Reveille |
He’s the boogie-woogie bugle boy of Company B |
He was some boogie-woogie bugle boy of Company B |
And when he plays boogie-woogie bugle he was busy as a «bzzzy"bee |
And when he plays he makes the company jump eight-to-the-bar |
He’s the boogie-woogie bugle boy of Company B |
A toot-diddelyada, toot-diddelyada, toot-toot |
He blows it eight-to-the-bar |
Can’t blow a note if the bass and guitar isn’t with 'im |
A-ha-ha-hand the Company jumps when he plays Reveille |
He’s the boogie-woogie bugle boy of Company B |
(bugle solo) |
He puts the boys to sleep with boogie every night |
And wakes 'em up the same way in the early bright |
They clap their hands, and stamp their feet |
'Cause they know how he blows when someone gives him a beat |
Whoa-whoa he breaks it up when he plays Reveille |
The boogie-woogie bugle boy of Company B |
A-root, a toot, a-toot-diddely-ada-doot to-to-toot |
He blows, eight to the bar |
He can blow a note if the bass and guitar isn’t, whoa, with him |
And the company jumps when he plays Reveille |
He’s the boogie-woogie bugle boy of Company B! |
Friends |
And I am all alone. |
There is no one here beside me. |
And my problems have all gone. |
There is no one to deride me. |
But yah got to have friends. |
The feeling’s oh so strong. |
Yah got to have friends |
to make that day last long. |
I had some firends but they’re gone, |
somethin' came and took them away. |
And from the dusk 'til the dawn |
here is where I’ll stay. |
Standing at the end of the road, boys, |
waiting for my new friends to come. |
I don’t care if I’m hungry or poor, |
I’m gonna get me some of them. |
'Cause you got to have friends. |
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, friends. |
That’s right you, oh you, yeah you, |
I said you gotta have some friends, |
I’m talkin' about friends, that’s right, friends. |
Friends, friends, friends. |
I had some firends, oh, but they’re all gone, gone, |
somethin' came and snatched them away. |
And from the dusk until the ran ran dawn, you know, |
here is where I gotta stay, here is where I gotta stay. |
And I’m standing at the end of a real long road |
and I’m waiting for my new friends to come. |
I don’t care if I’m hungry or freezin' cold, |
I’m gonna get me some of them. |
'Cause you gotta have friends, |
that’s right, friends, friends. |
I gotta get my, I gotta get my, I gotta get my, |
look around and see all of my friends. |
Oh, friends, that’s right, friends, friends, |
friends, friends, friends, friends, oh, |
friends, you gotta have friends. |
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