I Love Lucy Songs |
Cuban Pete/Sally Sweet They call me Cuban Pete I'm the king of the rhumba beat When I play the maracas I go chick-chicky-boom Chick-Chicky-Boom Yes, sir, I'm Cuban Pete I'm the craze of my natives street When I start to dance everything goes chick-chicky-boom chick-chicky-boom There Senoritas they sing and how they swing with this sombrero It's so very nice so full of spice and when they dance and they bring a happy ring of vaqueros Singing a song all day long So if you like the beat take a lesson from Cuban Pete and I'll teach you to chick-chicky-boom Chick-chicky-boom chick-chicky-boom Si, Senorita, I know that you will like the chicky boom chick 'cause it's the dance of latin romance and Cuban Pete doesn't teach you In a hurry like Arthur Murray I come from Havana and there's always manana So Senorita.... Oh no..... (Lucy) They call me Sally Sweet I'm the Queen of Delancy Street When I start to dance everything goes chick-chicky-boom chick-chicky-boom (Ricky: ay, ay, ay, ay) Excuse me Mr. Pete (Ricky: yes ma'am) Have the Cubans a different beat? If they have the will you teach me to chick chick-chicky-boom chick-chicky-boom (Ricky) Si, Senorita, I know you will like the chicky-boom-chick (Lucy: Yea, Man) It's so very nice so full of spice I place my hand on your hip and if you will just give me your hand than we shall try just you and I |
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Nobody Loves The Ump (Bob)Safe! (Ricky)You're Out! (Lucy)Foul Ball (everyone)Nobody loves the ump he's the apple of nobody's eye Nobody loves the ump And I'll never know never know why (Ricky) Oh they boo and they hiss and they holler at me Just because it's a ball and I call it strike three I'm not wearing my glasses so how can I see (everyone)Nobody loves, nobody loves, nobody loves the ump (Lucy) If I call it a ball then they call me a slob If I call it a strike then they call out the mob |
If I call off the game then I'd be out of a job (everyone)Nobody loves, nobody loves, nobody loves the ump (Bob Hope) The very first inning the fans all commence They belt me with bottles, I take no offense 'cause each one they throw I return for two cents (everyone)Nobody loves, nobody loves, nobody loves the ump the ump, nobody loves the ump YOU'RE OUT!!! |