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Up, Up And Away

Writer(s): Jim Webb
From the DVD video “Sinatra: A Man And His Music 1” track 8

Would you like to ride in my beautiful balloon,
Would you like to glide in my beautiful balloon,
We could float among the stars together, you and I,
Or we can fly, we can fly.
Up, up and away, my beautiful, my beautiful balloon.
The world’s a nicer place in my beautiful balloon,
It wears a nicer face in my beautiful balloon,
We can sing a song, sail along the silver sky,
Or we can fly, we can fly.
Up, up and away, my beautiful, my beautiful balloon.
Suspended under a twilight canopy,
We’ll search the clouds for a star to guide us
If I contend you’ll find yourself loving me
We’ll find the clouds to hide us, keep the moon inside us
Love is waiting there in my beautiful balloon,
Way up in the air in my beautiful balloon,
If you hold my hand, and chase your dream across the sky,
Or we can fly, we can fly.
Up, up and away, my beautiful, my beautiful balloon.
Balloon, balloon, balloon.

We Can’t Do That Anymore, Medley:
Take Me out to the Ball Game… For Me And My Gal…
Private Skinny… New York, New York
From the DVD Video “Sinatra: Ol’ Blue Eyes Is Back” track 7, with Gene Kelly

Frank: Hey, old timer, let me help you up
Gene: Thanks, pal, I couldn’t have made it without you.
Did you watch those clips that they had on there.
I watched my side of the screen, yeah.
He’s the best friend I got. What do you think, Gene-O? I means, your honest opinion. If we had to do those numbers that we did then, now, you think we could cut them?
Are you kidding? No chance… Did you mention the year those movies were made?
About 15 or 20 years ago I’d say.
You could say, but you’d be lying. Would you believe 30?
Come on, not 30.
How much is ‘43 from ’73? 30.
No wonder, I mean, 30 years later, you can’t be expected …
Exactly. Nobody could, you know.
They were nice things we did together.
They really were.
(They sing)
Do you remember then those days at MGM,
Weren’t they carefree and great?
All those routines we faced, me with my 30 waist.
Ha! Me with my sharp 28…. You’re kidding.
Full of ability, charm and agility, you should have seen us perform.
But kid, when the fire is out.
Yeah, when that cat turns off the gas, how can the oven stay warm?
Once we used to glide like a swan,
When we sauntered onto the floor, like…. (they dance)
We can’t do that anymore.
Once we used to sing like a bird,
Once our notes would ripple and soar, like….
La la la la la-la, la la la la la-la
Can’t do that anymore.
We were a wham and a whiz, and the best in the biz,
Nothing that we couldn’t do, like….. (they dance)
Beer and bread and middle-age spread
Gets to you eventually.
Once when we do a routine,
How the crew would holler and roar, like…..
Take me out to the ball game, if we don’t win, it’s a shame
‘Cause it’s one, two, three strikes you’re out…
And we can’t do that anymore.
Once apart from working with you,
I sang songs in voices that would soar,
The bells are ringing for me and my gal.
Sing the song, Gene… I’m singing it…
And the birds are singing for me and my gal.
Dance it up… (Gene dances)
Can’t do that anymore.
Once I made a movie you know, in Hawaii during the “woe”…
During the woe?
You see, I played this skinny little private,
And everybody in the picture was picking on me,
Eventually, this big guy, Fatso, Ernie Borgnine type, you know,
He kept kicking me and he was whacking me,
And slapping me around, like that…
And then he made me walk in the rain, in the yard all day long.
All day, and I walked, and I got weaker and weaker, and weaker, and finally…
What? I died… Can’t do that anymore.
We were a well-oiled machine, if you know what we mean,
Our movements were terriby droll, like…..
New York, New York, New York, New York, it’s a hell of a town,
New York, New York, it’s a hell of a town,
The Bronx is up, and the Battery’s down,
The people ride in a hole in the ground,
New York, New York, it’s a hell of…. (they dance)
But we can’t do that No, Frank…and we can’t do that… No, Gene…
We can’t do that… and that, see that?
Well, we can’t do that anymore, more,
No, we can’t do that any more.

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