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Marie Delaney
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Traditional Irish waltz combined with a '50s American high school song. Oddly, it makes for a sweet, funny romp. Go figure.
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Brand new old songs of the '30s, '40s, '50s and '60s.
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Charts
Peak #705
Peak in subgenre #30
Author
Joel Schick/ Joel Schick
Rights
Gorilla Productions, Inc.
Uploaded
February 20, 2010
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MP3 3.3 MB 128 kbps 3:38
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Marie Delaney Day after day as I sit in homeroom, pretending to listen to the principal’s spiel All that I see is Marie Delaney…And sick to my stomach is all that I feel. Oh God, those eyes! Just made to get lost in Oh God, those lips! Just made to be kissed. I am in love with Marie Delaney But Marie Delaney doesn’t know I exist. Now it’s gone April, the whole school is humming. The Sock Hop is coming, but what do I care? All of the girls ask the fellas they’re sweet on…Nobody’s sweet on me—I won’t be there. I’m just a dweeb in braces and glasses Football and rock ‘n’ roll, none do I play I’ve got a load of all A.P. classes And many a notebook of my own animé. And many a notebook of my own animé. Right after homeroom I go to my locker. Another black start of another black day There, like a vision, I scarce can believe it—Marie Delaney is coming my way! Have I gone mad? Have I been dopin’? Dear God—what the hell must she see? Have I a pimple, or is my fly open? Marie Delaney is looking at me! (She says) I think that you think that I think too shallow, I think that you think I think not too well But I think you’re cute, and I think you’re funny. And I think this high school can all go to hell. Oh God! I just won the lottery! Maybe I died, and in Heaven I be How is this happening? What can the matter be? Marie Delaney is talking to me! I’ve had the nihilist fever. I’ve had the atheist doubt. But miracles happen, and I’m a believer Marie Delaney is asking me out! All in a twinkling my life has just begun, I’ve got an inkling how sweet life can be Saturday evening, in plain sight of everyone, Marie Delaney will be dancing with me! Oh God! The darkness is lifting Tell Steven Hawking and Ray Bradbury The fabric of space and time’s suddenly shifting When Marie Delaney comes dancing with me. When Marie Delaney comes dancing with me. When Marie Delaney comes dancing ...dancing with me.
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