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RIVIERA, THE Coleman / McCarthy as rec by Blossom Dearie (vocal & piano) w Ray Brown (bass) Herb Ellis (guitar) & Jo Jones (drums) September 1957 The Riviera; On every street a gay casino, Where continentals sip their vino And leave their fortunes to chance! The Riviera; here matrons draped in Paris fashions Prolong the twilight of their passions In mad pursuit of romance! Every gay mademoiselle Is disarmning some maharajah With the daring of her decortage. Life is so completely zany and free By the Mediterranean Sea. Ah, the Riviera, Where every golden code of suntan Has cost the gold of more than one man Who wasn't warned in advance; He may take to his heart all the wonders of France! Then, as a token for the dough he has sunk, He gets a little label slapped on his trunk! The Riviera! The Riviera; On every street a gay casino, Where continentals sip their vino And leave their fortunes to chance! The Riviera; here matrons draped in Paris fashions Prolong the twilight of their passions In mad pursuit of romance! Every gay mademoiselle Is disarmning some maharajah With the daring of her decortage. Life is so completely zany and free By the Mediterranean Sea. Ah, the Riviera, Where every golden code of suntan Has cost the gold of more than one man Who wasn't warned in advance; He may take to his heart all the wonders of France! Then, as a token for the dough he has sunk, He gets a little label slapped on his trunk! The Riviera! (Transcribed by Peter Akers - September 2011)

    


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