On The Level You're A Little Devil 1918

by James Pitt-Payne, London UK - 18 Feb 2006
2006

[He:] This most alarming,
charming life you're leading,
is much too gay;
someday you'll find out
that you're overspeeding,
just keep away;
you never close your eyes,
until the moon bids the sun goodbye.

[He:] On the level you're a little devil,
but I'll soon make an angel of you,
though it's trying,
there is no denying,
it will seem like Heaven to you;
in a grey shack,
in a country 'way back,
where the red, red roses grow;
We will live on love and laughter,
there'll be no headaches
on the morning after.
No more glasses clicking,
just an old clock ticking,
while fleeting hours go by.
No more mixing punches,
goodnight midnight lunches,
you'll be modest and shy;
instead of diamond rings,
I'll by you golden wings,
that's just what I will dooo,
on the level you're a little devil,
but I'll soon make an angel of you.

[She:] On the level,
you're a great big devil,
how can you make an angel of me?
Your ambition,
fits your disposition,
you're Mephisto right to a T;
You love places,
where there's pretty faces,
and the lights are shining bright;
Ev'ry night it's Jack's or Rector's,
with all the other little wife neglectors.
I'm just growing weary,
waiting for you, dearie,
every evening alone,
If you must have punches,
and your midnight lunches,
why not have them at home?
Please buy that bungalow,
where red, red roses grow,
that's all you'll have to dooo,
on the level, you're a great big devil,
But I'll soon make an angel of you.

[She:] Now that you're thro'
I'll tell you why I'm leading
this life of doubt;
I simply had to do a little speeding,
to find you out;
I gazed into your past,
you must admit you were trav'ling fast.

[He:] On the level you're a little devil,
but I'll soon make an angel of you,
though it's trying,
there is no denying,
it will seem like Heaven to you;
in a grey shack,
in a country 'way back,
where the red, red roses grow;
We will live on love and laughter,
there'll be no headaches
on the morning after.
No more glasses clicking,
just an old clock ticking,
while fleeting hours go by.
No more mixing punches,
goodnight midnight lunches,
you'll be modest and shy;
instead of diamond rings,
I'll by you golden wings,
that's just what I will dooo,
on the level you're a little devil,
but I'll soon make an angel of you.

[She:] On the level,
you're a great big devil,
how can you make an angel of me?
Your ambition,
fits your disposition,
you're Mephisto right to a T;
You love places,
where there's pretty faces,
and the lights are shining bright;
Ev'ry night it's Jack's or Rector's,
with all the other little wife neglectors.
I'm just growing weary,
waiting for you, dearie,
every evening alone,
If you must have punches,
and your midnight lunches,
why not have them at home?
Please buy that bungalow,
where red, red roses grow,
that's all you'll have to dooo,
on the level, you're a great big devil,
But I'll soon make an angel of you.

Soft karaoke
Words
piano 1
piano 2
piano 3
piano 4
lyric
pizz str bass
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On The Level You're A Little Devil 1918
Music by Jean Schwartz
Lyrics by Joe Young
© MCMXVIII by Waterson, Berlin & Snyder Co.  N.Y.
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sequence and karaoke by James Pitt-Payne, London UK
on Saturday 18 February 2006 at 10.21
in association with Doug Grierson
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