Barflies at the Beach

(Lyrics by E. Nichols)

Alright all you swing cats
Let's try something new
Drag your elbows off the bar
Move your can from the old barstool

There's a place called the ocean
Probably heard about in school
Well, they ain't got no martinis there
But man, that water's cool

And guess what my bar clad buddies
They got women down there too
But that's for rope soap romeo
That bum ain't got a clue

Just for viewin' pleasure
Head down by the pier
Think of all the dough you'll save
On whisky, gin and beer

Now the moral of this story
There's more to life than jazz and bars
So plop your ass down in the sand
And look up at the stars

And if you're feelin' homesick
Bring a showgirl or two
Toss 'em out a volleyball
And hey baby, enjoy the view

Music based on the composition "Sing, Sing, Sing"
(L. Prima)
EMI Robbins Catalogue Inc. - ASCAP

Boogie After Midnight

(R. Brown / H. Bernard)

Well, now you like to boogie
And I like to rock
We get together
Dance around the clock

We boogie at midnight
We boogie after midnight
We jump, swing
We jive an' wail 'round midnight

Well you want to get high
You gotta good point
We get together
Rock this joint
We boogie at midnight
We boogie after midnight
We jump, swing
We jive an' wail 'round midnight

Boogie, Boogie at midnight
Boogie, we gonna boogie 'till midnight
Boogie, boogie at midnight
Gonna boogie after midnight
Well we boogie at midnight
Boogie, boogie, boogie, baby
Boogie at Midnight

Trio Music / Fort Knox Music - BMI

Something's Gotta Give

(J. Mercer)

When an irresistible force such as you
Meets an old immovable object like me
You can bet as sure as you live
Somewhere, sometime, somehow
Something's gotta give

When an irrepressible smile such as yours
Warms an old implacable heart such as mine
Don't say no because I insist
Somewhere, sometime
Something's gotta give

So, look out cause who knows what the fates have in store
From their vast mysterious sky
But I'll try hard ignoring your lips I adore
But how long can anyone try?

So Fight, fight, fight, fight, fight with all of our mights
Chances are some heavenly star spangled night
You'll find out as sure as we live
That sometime, someway, somehow
Something's gotta give

Mercer Music - ASCAP

Honey Child

(D. Malone)

Sometimes your love is just like honey
So sweet and wild-so sweet and wild
Sometimes your love is just like menthol
So cool and nice-so cool and nice
That's why I don't want no other lover
Nobody but you

Honey child, honey child

You got a funny little way
A way of teasing
Feels so right, yeah so right
You've got a way-such a way
Through the night, all through the night
That's why I don't want no other lovin'
Nobody but you

Honey child

You got a brand of lovin'
That sets my soul on fire
You got a brand of kissin'
That drives me wild
That's why I don't want no other lover

That's why I don't want no other lover
That's why I don't want no other lover
Say, that's why I don't want no other lover
Say, that's why I don't want no other lover, baby

©1963 (renewed 1991) Duchess Music Corp. - BMI

Park's Place

(M. Dorame / E. Nichols)

There's a place I know
The wise guys go that's Park's Place
Showgirls swing when the chairman sings
At Park's Place-Park's Place
Yes my friends
It's the livin' end
Park's Place
The lights, fights and skirts
Are a sight at Park's Place
Mugs and thugs and big old lugs
Dig Park's Place
Man they really ball at Park's Place

They're high, they're low
They blow their dough
At Park's Place
Man the time flies at Park's Place
Yes my friend it's livin' in Park's Place

©1996 Dorame Music / Zip Gun Music - ASCAP

The Mooch

(D. Ellington / I. Mills)

Hey, moocher

See the cat on Cienega Blvd.
Hey, he's the moocher

Listen here mooch
Why you always comin' round my crib
Your borrowin' my cow boots, squeezin' my dame
What's the deal moocher

That's the mooch

©1928 Duke Ellington Music / EMI Mills Music Inc. - ASCAP

Hey Pachuco!

(J. Anchor / E. Nichols / M. Dorame)

Summer '43 the man's gunnin' for me
Blue and white mean war tonight
They say damn my pride and all
The other cats livin' down the east side
Tonight there's no place to hide

Hey Marie you better grab my jack
And zip gun for me
'Cause I'll face no shame
Tonight's the night I die for our name

Well when we hit downtown
We start to throw down
We end up doing time
Soon as they've met us
They're out to get us
So I stick with that gang of mine

©1996 J. Anchor Music / Zip Gun Music / Dorame Music - ASCAP

Who Dat?

(W. Herman / A. Stillman / N. Pierce)

Who dat up there who's dat down there
Who dat up there who dat well down there
Who's dat up there, sayin' who's dat down there
When I see you up there well who's dat down there

Who dat inside who's dat outside
Who's dat inside who dat well outside
Who's dat inside, singin' who's dat outside
When I see up there well who's dat out there

Button up your lip there big boy
Stop answerin' back
Give you a tip there big boy
Announce yourself Jack

Who dat up there who's dat down there
Who dat up there who dat, well down there
Who's dat up there, singin' who's dat down there
When I see you up there you bum
Well who's dat down there

Who Dat

Cromwell Music Inc. / Kitty Anne Music Co., Inc. - ASCAP

Mousetrap

(B. Ungerman)

- Instrumental -

©1997 Sharp Eleven Music - BMI

Datin' With No Dough

(Eddie Nichols / Bill Ungerman)

I'm fly and flash and my jive is sweet
Pressed in pleat right to my feet
But when it comes to cash
I'm incomplete
Datin' with no dough

I told my doll I'd take her on a date
On the condition that she'd have to wait
'Cause I've never owned a car in the state
I'll be datin' with no dough

The valets and the maitre d'
Roll out the red carpet for me
My looks are deceiving Lord
'Cause when the check comes I'll be gone

Guess I'm deadbeat but what a seller
If flash were cash I'd be a Rockefeller
As long as my game goes unknown
I'll be datin' with no dough

I took my baby uptown
To show her that I had some class
The drink tab I could not pay
You know I ended the date with her foot up my
Yes I'm a deadbeat but what a seller
If flash were cash I'd be a Rockefeller
As long as my game goes unknown
I'll be datin' with no dough

©1996 Zip Gun Music - ASCAP/Sharp Eleven Music - BMI

Hot Rod

(Writer and publisher information not available)

- Instrumental -

Poppity Pop Goes the Motorcycle

(B. Gaillard)

Poppity, poppity, poppity pop goes the motorcycle

©1968 Putti-Putti Music - ASCAP
Portions of the music based on the composition "Lester Leaps In"
(L. Young)
©1940 BVC Inc. - ASCAP