When My Dreamboat Comes Home by Fats Domino
When I build my home,
That I shall have some day;
It'll be like I want it
Oh - and I mean that in every way.
I have yet to see any
that would cope with the style -
Of the house that I dream of;
That I'll build after a while.
The roof of it will have peak lines,
and contours that dip;
and form shadowy eaves,
where the little raindrops can drip.
... That sweet pitter patter,
of raindrops at play -
is such a beautiful sound
on a quiet gloomy day.
You know, when the wind is high,
And the storm gods race,
and I'll be snugged up
by my fire-place.
Maybe feeding my little dog,
or playing with my little cat.
But unconsciously yearning,
and wonderin' where you're at.
But when the meadow is shadowed
by that old sinking sun;
And the roses are bowing
for the dew drops to come;
At my old upright piano,
with pure ivory keys,
I'll just plunk out some vibrations
of whatever I please.
Sometimes it'll be classics,
sometimes lullabies;
But mostly rock n' roll
- that I'll surely improvise.
And with my favourite guitar,
I'll be just strummin' away
and bidding goodbye,
to another beautiful day.
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