frank sinatra - the summit lyrics
frank sinatra:
las vegas, nev
you know why i fly up there so often?
i go to look at money
’cause in hollywood, they don’t use money
you just sign your name, you give the guy a little card
then he puts it in the machine and he gives it whack
and in hollywood, good friends like sammy davis and dean martin
live just a short helicopter+hop from my pad
but if i want to see ’em, i have to jet me up to cr+psville
and here’s livin’ proof
the place, the sands, the time and a wee small amarzov
dean martin:
hi everybody… yeah right
how did everybody get in our room?
frank sinatra:
say, i’d to talk to you for a few minutes
dean martin:
why? am i in town?
frank sinatra:
now, be serious!
dean martin:
i tried being serious frank. all i could get was construction work
you know what a thrill it is to get a hernia at sixtytwo fifty a week?
frank sinatra:
now, dean…
dean martin:
he was here a minute ago, i’ll get ‘im. hey, baby…
frank sinatra:
listen, i wanna talk to you about your drinkin’
dean martin:
what happened, ‘d i miss a round?
frank sinatra:
no, you didn’t miss a round
i wanna about to you about the amount that you drink
have you heard? are you cognescent of the fact? that they are saying things?
dean martin:
am i what, missin’?
frank sinatra:
you know what they’re saying about you?
dean martin:
and how about you?
frank sinatra:
me?
dean martin:
yeah, you with that elevated suit on. yeah, you, you, you
you shoot a pretty good stick with that bottle yourself
frank sinatra:
ah, but i don’t inhale
dean martin:
if you’re gonna hit me with logic, i don’t wanna chit+chat…
let’s have a drink
frank sinatra:
what, you are drinking?
dean martin:
oh, is that my hand?
alright?
frank sinatra:
what i’m tryin’ to say to you is that…: “why do you drink so much?”
dean martin:
i drink to forget
frank sinatra:
to forget what?
dean martin:
i don’t know, i forgot that long time ago
frank sinatra:
you know, i figured out long time ago, the only time you don’t drink, is when you sleep
dean martin:
don’t bet on it
frank sinatra:
answer me some’n’
dean martin:
question me, question me, question me
frank sinatra:
what is this gripping compulsion that you g… have constantly, to drink+drink+drink?
dean martin:
well, frank+frank+frank…
frank sinatra:
why do you drink so much?
dean martin:
well you see, my structure craves and needs alcohol
frank sinatra:
oh…
dean martin:
i’m alright… my body’s a drunk, that’s all
you thinks they can put a little heat in this room? i’m freezin’!
frank sinatra:
take your hand out of the ice bucket!
dean martin:
oh
frank sinatra:
tell me some’n’: “you fall in the street a lot?”
dean martin:
it’s the only time i get any rest, frank
frank sinatra:
well, what happens when you fall in the street?
dean martin:
i hurt myself, yes sir
frank sinatra:
that’s not the answer!
dean martin:
no, you think these are cufflinks? these are curb+feelers! that how i get around
frank sinatra:
take him away, take him away…
announcer:
sammy davis jr
sammy davis jr:
thank you
i would like
with your kind permission… not to sing, ladies and gentlemen, because
who’s gonna follow the jolly in the appollotans in that department?
they sing awfully good for goyim, don’t they?
eh… i think they do
frank sinatra:
goyim, goy ‘m, gone
sammy davis jr:
so i would like… may i, please… would you be kind enough to give me that… hat
thank you, very kindly
thank you, frank
i would like, at this time, well
that ain’t frank?
i keep tellin’ you: “i can’t keep one from another, man…”
they all look alike to me
and they ain’t got no rhythm
we’d like to offer some impersonations of who they are
dean martin:
oh, good idea, sam
sammy davis jr:
oh, shut up!
you silly goose
and they’re the best friends i have
mister dean martin
dean martin:
this better be good buddy, or eh
six of your friends are gonna be carryin’ you by the handles
frank sinatra:
six of your best friends!
and there are only two of us, that we know of
dean martin:
and i ain’t too sure about us, boy
frank sinatra:
baby
sammy davis jr:
ooh, no…
dean martin:
how can that be me? i’m at the bar here
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