My hands 're all dirty from working on my little boy's bike The preacher came by and I talked for a minute with him My wife's in the kitchen and Margie
My hands're all dirty from working on my little boy's bike The preacher came by and I talked for a minute with him My wife's in the kitchen and Margie
My little Margie, I'm always thinkin' of you, Margie I'll tell the world I love you Don't forget your old promises to me I have bought, I gotta a house
My hands are all dirty from working on my little boy's bike The preacher came by and I talked for a minute with him My wife's in the kitchen and Margie
hands are all dirty from working on my little boy?s bike The preacher came by and I talked for a minute with him My wife?s in the kitchen and Margie
(Jack Rhodes - Dick Reynolds) The waltz of the angels I hear each time I hold you tightly in these arms of mine It's surely from heaven this music
And Margie, Margie it's you Now Margie, you've been my inspiration Days are never blue After all it's said and done there is only one And Margie, Margie
wife's baking cookies to serve to the Bridge Club again And I'm almost out of cigarettes, Margie's at the Lincoln Park Inn I'm almost out of cigarettes and Margie
The waltz of the angels I hear each time I hold you tightly in these arms of mine It's surely from heaven this music I hear When your lips say I love
If I was to tell you a story, would you keep it to yourself and not tell anybody else? Like you've done before. If I was to pass you on a secret would
De Luain, bhi me ag caint leat faoi ruin, Duirt tu na inis me aon duine, duine og no sean dhuineMar a rinne tu riomh De mairt, bhi gach rud an cheart
Homer: Oh Margie, you came and you found me a turkey, On my vacation away from workie...
Übersetzung: Bobby Bare. (Margies At) The Lincoln Park Inn.
Übersetzung: Cab Calloway. Margie.
Übersetzung: Smith, Cal. (Margies At The) Lincoln Park Inn.