"Hey, nice piano playin', Manilla." "Thank you, Miss M." "Whatcha doin' these days?" "Makin' records." "Really?" "Yes, really." "Do you still play piano for people?" "Well, depends on who."
Hmmm, I'm gonna get you on a slow boat to China, all to myself alone; Get you and keep you in my arms evermore; Leave all the others waitin' on a faraway shore.
Out on the briny where the moon's big and shiny, melting your heart of stone. I'm gonna get you on a slow boat to China, all to myself alone.
"Bette, I didn't know you felt that way about me." "I don't. I need a piano player." "Ahh, just like the old days!" "You're not gonna change keys on me, are ya?" "Unh Huh." "Ohhh!"
I'm gonna get you You're never gonna get me. on a slow boat to China Not in a fast or slow boat to any crick. all to myself alone; I just get motion sick I'm gonna make you mine. Ha, you'll have to stand in line. Get you and keep you in my band evermore; Now there's a new attack. Leave all the others on the shore. For me they'd swim to China, to China and back.
Out on the briny I wouldn't like the ocean, where the moon's big and shiny, not even in a rowboat. melting your heart of stone. Come on, what do you say? Ha ha, you always get your way. I'm gonna get you on a slow boat to China, all to myself alone, to-ge-ther. All to myself alone.