Songwriter: Arthur Schwartz Howard Dietz Bertolt Brecht Kurt Weill Doris Tauber Johnny Mercer Bette Midler Jerry Blatt Jerry Leiber Mike Stoller Bobby Freeman
Producer: Aaron Russo Arif Mardin Lew Hahn
Nanette
"Uh! Here is another lady;
She is not as amusing as Sophie, but she has a
She has a little something. I think she's
She has a certain quality of, uh . .
Dementia! I call her, I call her, Nanette."
Oh! Oh-o-o-oh, Nanette!
Whoa-o-oh, Nnnnanette!
Whoa-oo-o-oo-o-o-oh, Nnnnnnnnanette!
Not a sound, not a sigh
The world rushes by
No one thinks of Nanette
No one sings for Nanette
No one dreams of Nanette
Through the night, through the day
People rush on thеir way
With never a sigh or regrеt
And they are laughing and drinking
So, so heedless and unthinking of
Nanette, Nnnanette
Nnn-that's me, Nanette!
Alabama Song
Oh, show me the way to the next whiskey bar
Oh, don't ask why. Oh, don't ask why
'Cause I must find the next whiskey bar
If I don't find the next whiskey bar
I tell you I will die, I tell you I will die
I tell you, I tell you, I tell you I will die
Oh, moon of Alabama, so high up in the sky
I lost him, I lost my lover
I need a drink. Can you guess why?
Oh, moon of Alabama, so high up in the sky
I lost him, I lost my lover
I need a drink, and you know why
I bet you know why. I bet you know why
Drinking Again
Drinkin' again
Thinking of when you loved me
Having a few
Wishing that you were here
Making the rounds
Buying a round for total strangers
Just being a fool
'Cause I keep hoping, hoping, hoping you'll appear
Sure I can borrow a smoke
I can sit here all night and tell these jokers some jokes
But who wants to laugh, who's gonna laugh
At a broken heart?
Oh, my heart is aching, I swear it's breaking
And I'm drinking again
Thinking of when you loved me
And I'm tryin' to get home
With nothing, nothing but a memory
Yes, I'm dying to get home
Dying to get home
And I got nothin' but a bottle of beer
And just my memory
Mr. Rockefeller
"Hi, operator."
"May I help you?"
"Yeah, it's me again. Did you get him on the line yet? . . . Oh, this is awful. I've been trying to get him all day. . . . No, it's okay. I'll wait."
Mr. Rockefeller, how are you?
Mr. Rockefeller, having fun?
Mr. Rockefeller I could use a few
If you'd like to send a few down my way
Mr. Rockefeller, I get my magazines
I see you on the TV too, yeah
Mr. Rockefeller, they tell me, they tell me all about it
But they don't tell me how are you
Sometimes I think I know you
Sometimes I think I don't
Sometimes I think we'll make it
Sometimes I think we won't
Waiting on the wire
And I'm ragged to the bone
Mr. Rockefeller won't you
Please pick up the phone?
The reason I'm calling is to say
I'm not feeling so good
I'm all broken down
My family is nervous and my thoughts are blue
But I wanna know, I gotta know
I'm askin' everybody, how are you?
Please, won't you answer me?
Won't you take the time?
The next call's got to be collect
'Cause this is my last dime
Waiting on the wire
And I'm ragged to the bone
Mr. Rockefeller, please pick up the phone
Mr. Rockefeller, how are you?
Mr. Rockefeller, having fun?
Mr. Rockefeller, how are you?
Mr. Rockefeller, having fun?
Mr. Rockefeller, please, Mr. Rockefeller
Mr. Rockefeller, whoooh
Mr. Rockefeller, please, Mr. Rockefeller
Mr. Rockefeller, oooh
Mr. Rockefeller, please, Mr. Rockefeller
Mr. Rockefeller, whoooh
Mr. Rockefeller, please, Mr. Rockefeller
Mr. Rockefeller, oooh
Mr. Rockefeller, wouldn't it be nice?
Mr. Rockefeller...
"Uh! Here is another lady;
She is not as amusing as Sophie, but she has a
She has a little something. I think she's
She has a certain quality of, uh . .
Dementia! I call her, I call her, Nanette."
Oh! Oh-o-o-oh, Nanette!
Whoa-o-oh, Nnnnanette!
Whoa-oo-o-oo-o-o-oh, Nnnnnnnnanette!
Not a sound, not a sigh
The world rushes by
No one thinks of Nanette
No one sings for Nanette
No one dreams of Nanette
Through the night, through the day
People rush on thеir way
With never a sigh or regrеt
And they are laughing and drinking
So, so heedless and unthinking of
Nanette, Nnnanette
Nnn-that's me, Nanette!
Alabama Song
Oh, show me the way to the next whiskey bar
Oh, don't ask why. Oh, don't ask why
'Cause I must find the next whiskey bar
If I don't find the next whiskey bar
I tell you I will die, I tell you I will die
I tell you, I tell you, I tell you I will die
Oh, moon of Alabama, so high up in the sky
I lost him, I lost my lover
I need a drink. Can you guess why?
Oh, moon of Alabama, so high up in the sky
I lost him, I lost my lover
I need a drink, and you know why
I bet you know why. I bet you know why
Drinking Again
Drinkin' again
Thinking of when you loved me
Having a few
Wishing that you were here
Making the rounds
Buying a round for total strangers
Just being a fool
'Cause I keep hoping, hoping, hoping you'll appear
Sure I can borrow a smoke
I can sit here all night and tell these jokers some jokes
But who wants to laugh, who's gonna laugh
At a broken heart?
Oh, my heart is aching, I swear it's breaking
And I'm drinking again
Thinking of when you loved me
And I'm tryin' to get home
With nothing, nothing but a memory
Yes, I'm dying to get home
Dying to get home
And I got nothin' but a bottle of beer
And just my memory
Mr. Rockefeller
"Hi, operator."
"May I help you?"
"Yeah, it's me again. Did you get him on the line yet? . . . Oh, this is awful. I've been trying to get him all day. . . . No, it's okay. I'll wait."
Mr. Rockefeller, how are you?
Mr. Rockefeller, having fun?
Mr. Rockefeller I could use a few
If you'd like to send a few down my way
Mr. Rockefeller, I get my magazines
I see you on the TV too, yeah
Mr. Rockefeller, they tell me, they tell me all about it
But they don't tell me how are you
Sometimes I think I know you
Sometimes I think I don't
Sometimes I think we'll make it
Sometimes I think we won't
Waiting on the wire
And I'm ragged to the bone
Mr. Rockefeller won't you
Please pick up the phone?
The reason I'm calling is to say
I'm not feeling so good
I'm all broken down
My family is nervous and my thoughts are blue
But I wanna know, I gotta know
I'm askin' everybody, how are you?
Please, won't you answer me?
Won't you take the time?
The next call's got to be collect
'Cause this is my last dime
Waiting on the wire
And I'm ragged to the bone
Mr. Rockefeller, please pick up the phone
Mr. Rockefeller, how are you?
Mr. Rockefeller, having fun?
Mr. Rockefeller, how are you?
Mr. Rockefeller, having fun?
Mr. Rockefeller, please, Mr. Rockefeller
Mr. Rockefeller, whoooh
Mr. Rockefeller, please, Mr. Rockefeller
Mr. Rockefeller, oooh
Mr. Rockefeller, please, Mr. Rockefeller
Mr. Rockefeller, whoooh
Mr. Rockefeller, please, Mr. Rockefeller
Mr. Rockefeller, oooh
Mr. Rockefeller, wouldn't it be nice?
Mr. Rockefeller...
more tracks from the album
From the album
- Live at Last (1977)
Bette Midler popular songs
- The Rose
- Wind Beneath My Wings
- Rose’s Turn
- From a Distance
- The Glory of Love
- God Give Me Strength
- Just My Imagination (Running Away with Me)
- Baby, It’s Cold Outside
- Fever
- When Your Life Was Low
- Fire Down Below
- Come Rain or Come Shine
- You’ll Never Know
- Song of Bernadette
- Married Men
- Big Socks
- Miss Otis Regrets
- Cradle Days
- Moonlight Dancing
- No Jestering
- Storybook Children
- One for My Baby (And One More for the Road)
- Twisted
- Buckets of Rain