Little Curly Hair In A High Chair 1940 Eddie Cantor - 'Forty Little Mothers'

Dr. Pitt-Payne in London UK - 22 Oct 2003

The world of today
and all that it may hold,
was made for you, my sweet.
The world of tomorrow,
and all it may enfold,
is at your tiny feet.
You're like the Spring
when Winter days have flown,
You're like a king upon a tiny throne.

Little curly hair in a high chair,
What's your order for today?
Little curly hair in a high chair,
I'll do anything you say.
When you're near,
the room seems to brighten,
the sun comes streaming through your eyes,
You're the reason they still keep writin',
all those tender lullabies.
Hm. There you go!
Bangin' with your blocks,
pullin' off your socks.
Hm. There you go!
Tryin' to make your toes,
touch your baby nose,
Heaven's close to your chair and my chair,
when you smile the way you do,
Little curly hair in a high chair,
my day begins and ends with you.

Little curly hair in a high chair,
What's your order for today?
Little curly hair in a high chair,
I'll do anything you say.
When you're near,
the room seems to brighten,
the sun comes streaming through your eyes,
You're the reason they still keep writin',
all those tender lullabies.
Hm. There you go!
Bangin' with your blocks,
pullin' off your socks.
Hm. There you go!
Tryin' to make your toes,
touch your baby nose,
Heaven's close to your chair and my chair,
when you smile the way you do,
Little curly hair in a high chair,
my day begins and ends with you.

You play with your toys
and with the din you make
the house is never still,
but whether you're sleeping
or lying wide awake
my heart you seem to fill.
When I'm alone life empty seems to be,
You make this world a Paradise for me.

Little curly hair in a high chair,
What's your order for today?
Little curly hair in a high chair,
I'll do anything you say.
When you're near,
the room seems to brighten,
the sun comes streaming through your eyes,
You're the reason they still keep writin',
all those tender lullabies.
Hm. There you go!
Bangin' with your blocks,
pullin' off your socks.
Hm. There you go!
Tryin' to make your toes,
touch your baby nose,
Heaven's close to your chair and my chair,
when you smile the way you do,
Little curly hair in a high chair,
my day begins and ends with you.

Little curly hair in a high chair,
What's your order for today?
Little curly hair in a high chair,
I'll do anything you say.
When you're near,
the room seems to brighten,
the sun comes streaming through your eyes,
You're the reason they still keep writin',
all those tender lullabies.
Hm. There you go!
Bangin' with your blocks,
pullin' off your socks.
Hm. There you go!
Tryin' to make your toes,
touch your baby nose,
Heaven's close to your chair and my chair,
when you smile the way you do,
Little curly hair in a high chair,
my day begins and ends with you.

Soft karaoke
Words
piano 1
piano 2
piano 3
piano 4
lyric
pizz str bass
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Little Curly Hair In A High Chair 1940 Eddie Cantor
featured and sung in the M-G-M Picture
"Forty Little Mothers"
by Eddie Cantor
Music by Nat Simon
Lyrics by Charles Tobias
copyright 1940 by Leo Feist Inc. New York
sequence and karaoke by James Pitt-Payne, London UK
on Wednesday 22 October 2003 at 14.58
in association with Doug Grierson
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