Let Yourself Go: Celebrating Fred Astaire

The party's over, the game is ended, the dreams I dreamed went up in smoke. They didn't pan out as I had intended; I should know how to take a joke. I'll go my way by myself, this is the end of romance. I'll go my way by myself, love is only a dance.

I've been a roaming romeo My juliets have been many But now my roaming days have gone Too many irons in the fire Is worse than not having any I've had my share and from now on: I'm putting all my eggs in one basket I'm betting ev'rything I've got on

He loves and she loves, And they love So why can't you love And I love like too? Birds love and bees love And whispering trees love, And that's what we both should do. Oh I always knew someday you'd come along, We'll make a twosome that just can't go

Don't mind telling you, in my humble fash That you thrill me through, with a tender pash, When you said you care, 'magine my emoshe I swore then and there, permanent devoshe, You made all other men seem blah Just you alone filled me with ahhhhhhhh 's