Track Title:               Dick Haymes, Dick Todd, and Como
Album Title:               The V-Disc, 1943-1947, disc 2
Prime Artist:              Frank Sinatra


Written by:                Jimmy Van Heusen  (b. Edward Chester Babcock)
Written by:                Johnny Burke  (Francis J. B.)
Written by:                Sammy Cahn

Parody of:                 Sunday, Monday or Always


Lyrics:
I'll soon become a wreck
They're breathin' on my neck
Dick Haymes, Dick Todd, and Como

They're really coming fast
Who knows I may be passed
By Dick Haymes, Dick Todd, and Como

The fact that girlies scream
They say will cause me grief
But if they ever stop
I'll find that I'm back on relief
It'll mean the end of me
Good news for Tommy D
And Dick Haymes, Dick Todd, and Como

Why should it get their goat
Each time I bend a note
Dick Haymes, Dick Todd, and Como

At my pictures, they throw rocks
They're both at Twentieth Fox
Not Dick Todd, but Dick Haymes, and Como

They say that I need weight
I'm just a mass of joints
I'd like to put on weight
But where the heck can I get points
If at RKO I pout, they look at me and shout,
"Dick Haymes, Dick Todd, and Como"

Everytime I sing,
I'm compared with Bing
by Dick Haymes, Dick Todd, and Como

Bing's four boys are sublime
But they won't give me time
Dick Haymes, Dick Todd, and Perry
(that's the other guy's first name)

I'll never sing like Bing
I know I don't compare
I'll grant them he's got voice
If they'll grant me, that I've got hair

But then why all this fuss
There's room for all of us
Dick Haymes, Dick Todd, and Como
There's just one Crosby
There's room for all of us


Transcribed by Todd Peach {todd@thepeaches.com}


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