Bing Crosby, Jane Wyman - In The Cool, Cool, Cool Of The Evening (Feat. John Scott Trotter And His Orchestra, The Charioteers, The Rhythmaires)

In the cool, cool, cool of the evening
Tell 'em I'll be there
In the cool, cool, cool of the evening
Save your pappy a chair
When the party's getting a glow on
And singin' fills the air
In the shank of the night
When the doin's are right
Well you can tell em I'll be there

I like a barbecue
I like to boil a ham
And I vote for bouillabaisse stew
What's that
I like a weenie bake, steak and a layer cake
And you'll get a tummy ache too
We'll rent a tent or a teepee
Let the town crier cry
All's well
And if it's rsvp
This is what I'll reply

In the cool, cool, cool of the evening
Tell 'em we'll be there
If you need a pair of freeloaders
To fracture your affair
I may even give them Pagliacci
Now stand back and give him air
If one can relax and we'll have a few yaks
And you can tell them we'll be there

Oui, said the bumblebee
Let's have jubilee
When said the prairie hen, Soon
Sure, said the dinosaur
Where said the grisly bear
Under the light of the moon
How about your brother, jackass
Everyone gaily cried
Are you coming to the fracas
Ain't gonna blow it
Over respects, he sighed

In the cool, cool, cool of the evening
Tell 'em I'll be there
In the cool, cool, cool of the evening
Slickum on my hair
If perchance we look a bit peaked
Remember c'est la guerre
If we're still on our feet
And there's something to eat
Well you can tell them we'll be there

In the cool, cool, cool of the evening
Tell 'em I'll be there
In the cool, cool, cool of the evening
Better save a chair
When the party's getting a glow on
And singin' fills the air
If there's gas in my hack
And my laundry is back
If there's room for one more
And you need me
Why sure
If you need a new face or a tenor or base
If I can climb out of bed and put a hat on my head
Well you can tell 'em we'll be there
In the cool, cool, cool of the evening
Tell 'em I'll be there
In the cool, cool, cool of the evening
Save your pappy a chair
When the party's getting a glow on
And singin' fills the air
In the shank of the night
When the doin's are right
Well you can tell em I'll be there

I like a barbecue
I like to boil a ham
And I vote for bouillabaisse stew
What's that
I like a weenie bake, steak and a layer cake
And you'll get a tummy ache too
We'll rent a tent or a teepee
Let the town crier cry
All's well
And if it's rsvp
This is what I'll reply

In the cool, cool, cool of the evening
Tell 'em we'll be there
If you need a pair of freeloaders
To fracture your affair
I may even give them Pagliacci
Now stand back and give him air
If one can relax and we'll have a few yaks
And you can tell them we'll be there

Oui, said the bumblebee
Let's have jubilee
When said the prairie hen, Soon
Sure, said the dinosaur
Where said the grisly bear
Under the light of the moon
How about your brother, jackass
Everyone gaily cried
Are you coming to the fracas
Ain't gonna blow it
Over respects, he sighed

In the cool, cool, cool of the evening
Tell 'em I'll be there
In the cool, cool, cool of the evening
Slickum on my hair
If perchance we look a bit peaked
Remember c'est la guerre
If we're still on our feet
And there's something to eat
Well you can tell them we'll be there

In the cool, cool, cool of the evening
Tell 'em I'll be there
In the cool, cool, cool of the evening
Better save a chair
When the party's getting a glow on
And singin' fills the air
If there's gas in my hack
And my laundry is back
If there's room for one more
And you need me
Why sure
If you need a new face or a tenor or base
If I can climb out of bed and put a hat on my head
Well you can tell 'em we'll be there

Bing Crosby, Jane Wyman