In The Mood Lyrics
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In The Mood Lyricsby Glenn Miller Buy album CD: Moonlight Serenade In the Mood Glenn Miller (#1 in 1940) - words by Andy Razaf, music by Joe Garland - charted by Glenn Miller at #1 in 1940 and again at #20 in 1943 - also charted at #16 by Johnny Maddox in 1953 - as recorded by The Andrews Sisters Who's the lovin' daddy with the beautiful eyes What a pair o' lips, I'd like to try 'em for size I'll just tell him, "Baby, won't you swing it with me" Hope he tells me maybe, what a wing it will be So, I said politely "Darlin' may I intrude" He said "Don't keep me waitin' when I'm in the mood" First I held him lightly and we started to dance Then I held him tightly what a dreamy romance And I said "Hey, baby, it's a quarter to three There's a mess of moonlight, won't-cha share it with me" "Well" he answered "Baby, don't-cha know that it's rude To keep my two lips waitin' when they're in the mood" In the mood, that's what he told me In the mood, and when he told me In the mood, my heart was skippin' It didn't take me long to say "I'm in the mood now" In the mood for all his kissin' In the mood his crazy lovin' In the mood what I was missin' It didn't take me long to say "I'm in the mood now" So, I said politely "Darlin' may I intrude" He said "Don't keep me waitin' when I'm in the mood" "Well" he answered "Baby, don't-cha know that it's rude To keep my two lips waitin' when they're in the mood" Who's the lovin' daddy with the beautiful eyes What a pair o' lips, I'd like to try 'em for size I'll just tell him, "Baby, won't you swing it with me" Hope he tells me maybe, what a wing it will be So, I said politely "Darlin' may I intrude" He said "Don't keep me waitin' when I'm in the mood" First I held him lightly and we started to dance Then I held him tightly what a dreamy romance And I said "Hey, baby, it's a quarter to three It's a mess of moonlight, won't-cha share it with me" "Well" he answered "Baby, don't-cha know that it's rude To keep my two lips waitin' when they're in the mood" Transcribed by Ronald E. Hontz ronhontz@worldnet.att.net
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