IT’S A MIRACLE
By
Barry Manilow
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You wouldn’t believe where I’ve been
The city and towns I been in
From Boston to Denver
And every town in between
The people they all look the same
Only the names have been changed
But now that I’m home again
I’ll tell you what I believe
It’s a miracle
A true blue spectacle
A miracle come true
We’re together ,baby-I was goin’ crazy
’till the miracle
Came through
Now you here,and my arms are around you
And baby, there’ll be
Dancin in the streets
For the miracle
A true blue spectacle
The miracle is you
I never knew you look so good
I never knew any one could
I must have been crazy
To ever had gone away
I almost for got what it’s like
Holdin’ you near me at night
But now that I’m home again
You know that I’m home to stay
Cause’ its a miracle
A true blue spectacle
A miracle come true
We’re together baby-I was goin crazy
’till the miracle came through
Now you here and I’m feelin so good
And baby there’ll be
Dancin in the streets
For the miracle
A true blue spectacle
The miracle is you
Now you here and my arm’s are around you
And baby the’ll be dancing in the street
There’s going to be dancing in the street
Dancing in the street
Dancin, dancin, dancin, dancin
Dancin in the street
Dancin, dancin, dancin in the street
For the miracle
A true blue spectacle
The miracle is you
Hey the miracle is you
The miracle is you
A NICE BOY LIKE ME
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Walkin’ around
Uptight
And lookin’ for noise
Frantic on a Friday night
Just one of the boys
Phony defenses, they fall in my way
A case of hot fire turnin’ to stone
Just a wind up poet with a chip on his shoulder
Meetin’ Saturday mornin’ alone
Won’t you tell me what’s a nice boy like me
Doin’ in a place that never closes?
I can hardly hear ya’
Holy Moses
Lookin’ so sad
Just tell me what’s a nice boy like me
Doin’ by the dance floor after hours?
Dozin’ over rolls of whiskey sours?
Feelin’ so bad
I’m feelin’ so bad for me
Lost in the crowd
Alone
And drinkin’ my third
I’m hungry for company, but I can’t think of the words
Watchin’ the girls, my heart in my hands
What a misplaced, pitiful sight?
Just a stiff upper lip who’ll be knowin’ tomorrow
What he shoulda been sayin’ tonight!
Wontcha’ tell me what’s a nice boy like me
Doin’ in a place that never closes
I can hardly hear ya’ Holy Moses
Lookin’ so sad
Now won’t you tell me what’s a nice boy like me
Doin’ by the dance floor after hours?
Dozin’ over rolls of whiskey sours
Feelin’ so bad
I’m feelin’ so bad for me
Watchin’ the girls, my heart in my hands
What a misplased, pitiful sight?
Just a stiff upper lip who’ll be knowin’ tomorrow
What he shoulda been sayin’ tonight
And tell me what’s a nice boy like me
Doin’ in a place that never closes
I can hardly hear ya’
Holy Moses
Lookin’ so sad
Now won’t you tell me what’s a nice kid like me
Doin’ by the dance floor after hours
Dozin’ over roll of whiskey sours
Feelin’ so bad
I’m feelin’ so bad for me
I WRITE THE SONGS (ACOUSTIC)
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I’ve been alive forever
And I wrote the very first song
I put the words and the melodies together
I am music
And I write the songs
I write the songs that make the whole world sing
I write the songs of love and special things
I write the songs that make the young girls cry
I write the songs, I write the songs
My home lies deep within you
And I’ve got my own place in your soul
Now when I look out through your eyes
I’m young again, even tho’ I’m very old
I write the songs that make the whole world sing
I write the songs of love and special things
I write the songs that make the young girls cry
I write the songs, I write the songs
Oh, my music makes you dance and gives you spirit to take a chance
And I wrote some rock ‘n roll so you can move
Music fills your heart, well that’s a real find place to start
It’s from me, it’s for you
It’s from you, it’s for me
It’s a worldwide symphony
I write the songs that make the whole world sing
I write the songs of love and special things
I write the songs that make the young girls cry
I write the songs, I write the songs
I write the songs that make the whole world sing
I write the songs of love and special things
I write the songs that make the young girls cry
I write the songs, I write the songs
I am music and I write the songs
HARD TO SAY I’M SORRY
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“Everybody needs a little time away,” I heard her say, “from each other.”
“Even lover’s need a holiday far away from each other.”
Hold me now. It’s hard for me to say I’m sorry. I just want you to stay.
After all that we’ve been through, I will make it up to you. I promise to.
And after all that’s been said and done,
You’re just the part of me I can’t let go.
Couldn’t stand to be kept away just for the day from your body.
Wouldn’t wanna be swept away, far away from the one that I love.
Hold me now. It’s hard for me to say I’m sorry. I just want you to know.
Hold me now. I really want to tell you I’m sorry. I could never let you go.
After all that we’ve been through, I will make it up to you. I promise to.
And after all that’s been said and done,
You’re just the part of me I can’t let go.
After all that we’ve been through, I will make it up to you. I promise to.
You’re gonna be the lucky one.
SATURDAY NIGHT
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Saturday night is the loneliest night in the week
‘Cause that’s the night that my sweetie and I
Used to dance cheek to cheek
I don’t mind Sunday night at all
‘Cause that’s the night friends come to call
And Monday to Fridays go fast
And another week is past
But Saturday night is the loneliest night in the week
I sing the song that I sang for the memories I usually seek
Until I hear you at the door
Until you’re in my arms once more
Saturday night is the loneliest night in the week
I sing a lonely song
And everything seems wrong
You know saturday night is the loneliest night in the week
And I sing a song for the memories I usually seek
Until I hear you nocking at my door
Until you’re in my arms once more
Saturday night is the loneliest night
Saturday night is the doggone lonelest night in the week
Until I hear you at the door
Until you’re in my arms once more
Saturday night is the loneliest night in the week
BANDSTAND BOOGIE
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We’re goin’ hoppin’ (Hop)
We’re goin’ hoppin’ today
Where things are poppin’ (Pop)
The Philadelphia way
We’re gonna drop in (Drop)
On all the music they play
On the Bandstand (Bandstand)
We’re goin’ swingin’ (Swing)
We’re gonna swingin’ the crowd
And we’ll be clingin’ (Cling)
And floatin’ high as a cloud
The phones are ringin’ (Ring)
My mom and dad are so proud
I’m on Bandstand (Bandstand)
And I’ll jump, and hey, I may even show ’em my handstand
Because I’m on, because I’m on the American Bandstand
When we dance real slow I’ll show all the guys in the grandstand
What a swinger I am, I am on American Bandstand
We’re goin’ hoppin
We’re goin’ hoppin today
Where things are poppin
The Philadelphia way
We’re gonna drop in
On all the music they play
On the Bandstand (Bandstand)
Bandstand
Bandstand
Bandstand
Bandstand The Bandstand The Bandstand
(What d’ya know–Here on the show–ready to go–what a pro)
Hey I’m makin’ my mark
Gee, this joint is jumpin’
They made such a fuss just to see us arrive
Hey, it’s Mr. Dick Clark
What a place you’ve got here
Swell spot the music’s hot here
Best in the east, give it at least a seventy five!
Now for all you Joe’s here goes my American handstand
Because I’m on, because I’m on the American Bandstand
As we dance real slow I’m showin’ the guys in the grandstand
That I like my girl, but I love American Bnadstand
The singers’ croonin’
He ain’t the greatest but gee
My baby’s swoonin’
In front of all of TV
So if you tune in
You’ll see my baby and me
On the Bandstand (Bandstand)
And now we’re hoppin
And we’ll be hopppin all day
When things are poppin
The philadelphia way
And you can drop in
On all the music they play
On the Bandstand
Bandstand
And we’ll rock and roll and stroll on American
Lindy hop and slop, it’s American
Tune in, I’m on,
Turn on, I’m in, I’m on
Today (Bandstand)