Vol. 5 (1956-1958)

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Heaven sends A song through its doors Just as if it seems to know I'm exclusively yours Knowing this I feel but one way You will understand too In these words that I say I'll close my eyes To everyone but you And when I do I'll see you standing there

Relax, Max Your nerves are just like jumpin' jacks, Max Your heart is thumpin' with a crazy sound Hear it pound Bumpin', bumpin', bumpin' Jumpin' up and down Stay cool, fool Just take it easy That's the rule, fool The evenin' hasn't even started yet

Another bride, another June Another sunny honeymoon Another season, another reason For makin' whoopee A lot of shoes, a lot of rice The groom is nervous; he answers twice It's really killin' That he's so willin' to make whoopee Picture a little love