The Brighton Beach Rag 1912

by James Pitt-Payne, London UK - 7 Nov 2008
2008

[Men:] Little girlie! Little girlie!
Come along and let us go
where the ocean breezes blow.
Oh, my honey!
ain't it funny?
Brighton is the only place
I really like to go and listen.
Here! Babe!
Won't you climb into my taxi,
my nice red taxi?
Come on down to Brighton by the sea.

Way down at Brighton Beach
you and I making love, making love,
Out in the rolling surf,
you and I, turtle dove, turtle dove,
I've seen them all
but you're a beaut,
in your nice blue skin tight bathing suit.
When we swim the ocean blue.
You set me off my trolley,
stick close to me, honey,
never wander out of reach,
tell me ev'ry kind of swimming
that you want to have me teach, Oh!
I'm for you and the ocean blue,
at beautiful Brighton Beach.

Way down at Brighton Beach
you and I making love, making love,
Out in the rolling surf,
you and I, turtle dove, turtle dove,
I've seen them all
but you're a beaut,
in your nice blue skin tight bathing suit.
When we swim the ocean blue.
You set me off my trolley,
stick close to me, honey,
never wander out of reach,
tell me ev'ry kind of swimming
that you want to have me teach, Oh!
I'm for you and the ocean blue,
at beautiful Brighton Beach.

[Women:] I'm so happy! I'm so happy!
Right along I'm going to stay,
I won't let you get away.
Hold me, dearie, tighter dearie,
Hear my heart a palpitating,
squeeze me 'till I'm suffocating,
Oh! Man!
'deed you surely are a bear cat,
a great big bear cat,
Love me, hug me,
kiss me, right away.

Way down at Brighton Beach
you and I making love, making love,
Out in the rolling surf,
you and I, turtle dove, turtle dove,
I've seen them all
but you're a beaut,
in your nice blue skin tight bathing suit.
When we swim the ocean blue.
You set me off my trolley,
stick close to me, honey,
never wander out of reach,
tell me ev'ry kind of swimming
that you want to have me teach, Oh!
I'm for you and the ocean blue,
at beautiful Brighton Beach.

Way down at Brighton Beach
you and I making love, making love,
Out in the rolling surf,
you and I, turtle dove, turtle dove,
I've seen them all
but you're a beaut,
in your nice blue skin tight bathing suit.
When we swim the ocean blue.
You set me off my trolley,
stick close to me, honey,
never wander out of reach,
tell me ev'ry kind of swimming
that you want to have me teach, Oh!
I'm for you and the ocean blue,
at beautiful Brighton Beach.

Soft karaoke
Words
piano 1
piano 2
piano 3
piano 4
lyric
pizz str bass
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The Brighton Beach Rag 1912
Music by Wm.Becker
Lyrics by Jean Havez
© MCMXII by Jerome H.Remick & Co. - New York & Detroit
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sequence & karaoke by James Pitt-Payne, London UK
on Friday 7 November 2008 at 14.43
in association with Veda Meyer-Castens
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