Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Until The Real Thing Comes Along, artist - Ella Fitzgerald. Date of issue: 26.03.2019
Song language: English
Until The Real Thing Comes Along |
| Until The Real Thing Comes Along |
| — words and music by Mann Holiner, Alberta Nichols, Sammy Cahn, |
| Saul Chaplin and L. E. Freeman |
| — as recorded in New York, August 1, 1936, by Fats Waller & his Rhythm |
| I’d work for you, I’d even slave for you |
| I’d be a beggar or a knave for you (whatever that is) |
| And if that isn’t love, it’ll have to do Until the real thing comes along |
| I’d gladly move the earth for you |
| To prove my love, dear, and its worth for you |
| If that isn’t love, it will have to do (gotta do) |
| Until the real thing comes along |
| With all the words, dear, at my command |
| I just can’t make you understand |
| I’ll always love you, darling, come what may |
| My heart is yours, what more can I say? |
| (You want me to rob a bank? Well I won’t do it) |
| I’d sigh for you, yes, I’d even cry for you, yes |
| I’d tear the stars down from the skies for you |
| If that isn’t love, well skip it, it’ll have to do Until the real thing comes along |
| Listen baby |
| I’d even sigh for you, I’m 'bout ready to cry for you |
| I’d tear the stars down from the skies for you |
| If that isn’t love, it’ll have to do, baby, yes |
| Until the real thing comes along |
| (Here's the real thing, baby) |