Pick Yourself Up

Pick Yourself Up

music by Jerome Kern (left)

lyric by Dorothy Fields (right)

Please teacher, teach me something, nice teacher, teach me something

I'm as awkward as a camel, that's not the worst,

My two feet haven't met yet; but I'll be teacher's pet yet,

'Cause I'm gonna learn to dance or burst.

Nothing's impossible I have found, for when my chin is on the ground,

I pick myself up, dust myself off, start all over again.

Don't lose your confidence if you slip, be grateful for a pleasant trip,

And pick yourself up, dust yourself off, start all over again.

Work like a soul inspired, till the battle of the day is won.

You may be sick and tired, but you'll be a man, my son!

Will you remember the famous men, who had to fall to rise again?

So take a deep breath, pick yourself up, dust yourself off,

Start all over again.

I'll get some self assurance if your endurance is great.

I'll learn by easy stages if you're courageous and wait.

To feel the strength I want to, I must hang on to your hand,

Maybe by the time I'm fifty I'll get up and do a nifty...

Nothing's impossible I have found, for when my chin is on the ground,

I pick myself up, dust myself off, start all over again.

Don't lose your confidence if you slip, be grateful for a pleasant trip,

And pick yourself up, dust yourself off, start all over again.

Work like a soul inspired, till the battle of the day is won.

You may be sick and tired, but you'll be a man, my son!

Will you remember the famous men, who had to fall to rise again?

So take a deep breath, pick yourself up, dust yourself off,

Start all over again...

People Will Say We're In Love

People Will Say We're In Love

music by Richard Rodgers (right)

lyric by Oscar Hammerstein II (left)

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 sighs are so like mine,

Your eyes musn't glow like mine--people will say we're in love!

Don't start collecting things (Give me my rose and my glove);

Sweetheart, they're suspecting things--people will say we're in love!

Don't praise my charm too much, don't look so vain with me,

Don't stand in the rain with me--people will say we're in love!

Don't take my arm too much, don't keep your hand in mine.

Your hand looks so grand in mine,

People will say we're in love!

Don't dance all night with me, till the stars fade from above.

They'll see it's all right with me,

People will say we're in love!