| Until The Real Thing Comes Along
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| — words and music by Mann Holiner, Alberta Nichols, Sammy Cahn,
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| Saul Chaplin and L. E. Freeman
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| — as recorded in New York, August 1, 1936, by Fats Waller & his Rhythm
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| I’d work for you, I’d even slave for you
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| I’d be a beggar or a knave for you (whatever that is)
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| And if that isn’t love, it’ll have to do Until the real thing comes along
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| I’d gladly move the earth for you
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| To prove my love, dear, and its worth for you
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| If that isn’t love, it will have to do (gotta do)
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| Until the real thing comes along
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| With all the words, dear, at my command
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| I just can’t make you understand
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| I’ll always love you, darling, come what may
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| My heart is yours, what more can I say?
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| (You want me to rob a bank? Well I won’t do it)
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| I’d sigh for you, yes, I’d even cry for you, yes
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| I’d tear the stars down from the skies for you
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| If that isn’t love, well skip it, it’ll have to do Until the real thing comes along
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| Listen baby
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| I’d even sigh for you, I’m 'bout ready to cry for you
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| I’d tear the stars down from the skies for you
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| If that isn’t love, it’ll have to do, baby, yes
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| Until the real thing comes along
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| (Here's the real thing, baby) |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Until the Real Thing Comes Along, artist - Jackie Wilson. Album song Anthology: His Early Years, in the genre R&B