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(Lyrics by E.Y. Harburg/Music by Harold Arlen)
Down with love with flowers and rice and shoes Down with love the root of all midnight blues Down with things that give you that well-known pain Take that moon Wrap it in cellophane
Down with love let's liquidate all it's friends Like moon, June, roses and rainbow's ends Down with songs that moan about night and day Down with love Take it away, away
Take it away, take it away Give it back to the birds and bees and the Viennese Down with eyes romantic and stupid Down with sighs, down with cupid Brother let's stuff that dove Down with love
Down with love liquidate all it's friends Like moon, June, roses and rainbow's ends Down with songs that moan about night and day You are the one... And I don't stand a chance with a ghost like you Ah, the promised kiss of Spring is here... What does my heart go dancin' overhead... On the ceiling near my bed... We go now... Because I talk to the trees, but they don't listen to me I tell them: You say either - I say i-ther You say neither, I say neither - I say ni-ther Either, i-ther neither, ni-ther Let's call the whole thing off!
Take it away, take it away Give it back to the birds and the bees and the Viennese Down with eyes romantic and stupid Down with sighs, down with cupid Brother let's stuff that dove... Down, down, down I go Around and around I go In a spin Hating the spin, I'm in! What is this thing... What is this thing called love?
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