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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Anita O'Day
Anita O'Day
Vocals
Roy Eldridge
Roy Eldridge
Trumpet
Quincy Jones
Quincy Jones
Performer
Gene Krupa
Gene Krupa
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ray Biondi
Ray Biondi
Songwriter
Gene Krupa
Gene Krupa
Songwriter
Quincy Jones
Quincy Jones
Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Val Valentine
Val Valentine
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

Don't the moon look lonesome Shinin' through the trees Don't the moon look lonesome Shinin' through the trees Why don't your arms look lonesome When your baby backs up to leave? Said I'm goin' up on the mountain To call that baby of mine Said I'm goin' up on the mountain To call that baby of mine But something tells me He's not coming back this time Would like to go to the country Baby, can't take you, ooh We are goin' up to the country, baby Can't take you, ooh Nothin' up there that a man like you could do He's got fins like a fish, sheep like a frog When he loves me, I holler, "hot dog" Love that man better than I do myself He left me all alone, all alone on the shelf Do you hear the drummer boogie?
Writer(s): Gene Krupa, Ray Biondi Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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