Charley My Boy

(álbum: Louis Prima Plays For The People - 1953)

Charley, my boy, oh, Charley, my boy
You thrill me, you chill me with shivers of joy
You got that kinda, sorta, bit of a way
It makes me feel like I don't know what to say
And when we dance, I read in your glance
Whole pages and ages of love and romance
They tell me Romeo was some lover too
But, boy, he should have taken lessons from you
You seem to start where others get through
Oh, Charley, my boy

(Oh, Keely, my girl)
Keely, my girl, oh, Keely, my girl
You thrill me like nobody else in the world
You've got the kinda, sorta, bit of a way
That makes me feel like I don't know what to say
Louis, my boy, oh, Louis, my boy
Stop teasing, start squeezing, don't try to be coy
My mother told me that I shouldn't be kissed
But then your coaxing ways are hard to resist
My lips refuse
But your eyes insist
Blow, Louis, my boy

Blow, Louis, my boy

Charley, my boy, oh, Charley, my boy
Please, tell me you love me and fill me with joy
They tell me Romeo was some lover too
But, boy, he should have taken lessons from you
You seem to start where others get through
Oh, Charley my boy
(Oh, Charley my boy)

Never mind Charley, come to Louis, baby