: (Mel Torme, Robert Wells) Chestnuts roasting on an open fire Jack Frost nipping at your nose And yuletide carols being sung by a choir And folks dressed
so heavy, I got a woman who works on the levee. Pumping that water up to her neck, Every week she sends me a monthly check. (She's a humdinger Folk singer
: [performed by Kanye West , Mos Def , Robert Glasper] [Kanye West:] It's like I wanna spit something written But keep forgetting So I guess it's from
Mel Torme & Robert Wells) verse 1 Chestnuts roasting on an open fire Jack Frost nipping at your nose Yuletide carols being sung by a choir And folks
you're saying to me, it's hard to receive Especially when trouble follows me [Kelly Price:] When we're keeping it real Robert sometimes Trouble can follow
Oh, the Milky Way has gone a little sour The leaves dried and the flower fell away I've been sitting, I've been waiting for a sign Inhuman beings taking
People are leaving In total frustration The throw up their hands People are leaving As I stomp into spring (That don't mean a thing) The angels are making
Don't throw bouquets at me Don't please my folks too much Don't laugh at my jokes too much People will say we're in love Don't sigh and gaze at me Your
(Carole Boyer Sager/Bruce Roberts/Bette Midler) Baby won't you come and take me by my hand Won't you come and take me for a ride We almost got to Disneyland
Robert Allen / Al Stillman Oh, there's no place like home for the holidays, 'Cause no matter how far away you roam When you pine for the sunshine
by: Mel Torme & Robert Wells Chestnuts roasting on an open fire Jack Frost nipping at your nose Yuletide carols being sung by a choir And folks dressed
can't tell who's a hoodlum nowadays you can't tell who's a hoodlum, 'cos everyone tries be packin' to suspense to like robert ludlum and every cupid
THERE'S NO PLACE LIKE HOME FOR THE HOLIDAYS Writers Robert Allen, Al Stillman Oh, there's no place like home for the holidays 'cause no matter how far
reason for cocktails at five I don't like flying, I'm glad I'm alive I crave affection but not when I drive That's why the lady is a tramp Folks went
Through driving often you come along where folks form focus and meet when you blink and meet me Don't stop coming I'll never stop drumming my thumbs
make you tingle She'll hold you tight, and you'll hate yourself for being single And all at once it seems so nice The folks are throwing shoes
the albatross a?¦ Bobby: Sounds urgent! Johnny: It reads Robert is still the boss a?¦ Bobby: Well, thank you very much, folks
Johnie Lad, Cock Up Your Beaver (Robert Burns poem / Live on Peel Acres 01-22-04) When first my brave Johnie lad came to this town He had a blue