Al’s Songs

I Love To Polka With You
Lyrics

I love to Polka with you.
Csardas and oberek too.
I could dance the whole night through
‘Cause I love to Polka with you.

Polka music is for lovers.
This I know is true.
You can feel it when the couples dance.
Yes, we drink beer and have fun
But Polkas are filled with true romance.

 I love to Polka with you.
Csardas and oberek too.
I could dance the whole night through
‘Cause I love to Polka with you.

When the music starts to slow down
And we waltz across the floor
Our friends could tell the way we smile.
This is just practice for us.
‘Cause some day we’ll Polka down the aisle.

I love to Polka with you.
Csardas and oberek too.
I could dance the whole night through
‘Cause I love to Polka with you.

© 1990 Al Borowski

What Key Do You Dream In?
Lyrics

 I’ve been pickin’ my guitar all day and half the night,
Tryin’ to get the music and the words to come out right.
While I’m playin’ my wife’s sayin’ “You’re a good for nothing bum,
‘Cause instead of looking for a job, all you do is sit and strum.”

This damn song will drive me crazy, it had better be a hit.
If I don’t make some money soon, my wife will throw a fit.
I keep writin’, we keep fightin’, but in bed it’s plain to see
That my mind is working overtime when my wife asks me

“What key do you dream in, is it sharp or is it flat?
You keep moving while you’re sleeping, like a fidgety ole cat.
First you’re humming, then you’re snoring, keeping time with your feet.
What key do you dream in? ’cause you sleep to a rock and roll beat.”

In the middle of the night, as a song runs through my head,
I’ve got to write it down, so I jump up out of bed.
My wife’s screamin’ ’cause I’m streamin’ through the bedroom in the dark
Lookin’ for a pen and paper while my wife and dog both bark.

This damn song will drive me crazy, it had better be a hit.
If I don’t make some money soon, my wife will throw a fit.
I keep writin’, we keep fightin’, but in bed it’s plain to see
That my mind is working overtime when my wife asks me

“What key do you dream in, is it sharp or is it flat?
You keep moving while you’re sleeping, like a fidgety ole cat.
First you’re humming, then you’re snoring, keeping time with your feet.
What key do you dream in? ’cause you sleep to a rock and roll beat.”
Copyright 1986 Al Borowski

Marylou -These Are the Reasons I Love You
 Lyrics

The beauty of an angel
Perfection of style
The sweet things of heaven
Are found in your smile
Marylou, Marylou,
These are my mem’ries of you.

The touch of your fingers
Burns right through my skin
Your voice makes me tingle.
I glow deep within.
Marylou, Marylou,
These are my mem’ries of you.

I know that you love me
You prove it each day.
I need all your strength
You show me the way.
You’re what I’ve needed
Throughout all my life.
And that’s why I’m proud
That you are my wife.

The fact that you love me
Fills me with joy.
The trust that we live by
No one can destroy.
Marylou, Marylou,
These are my mem’ries of you.
©1998 Al Borowski

 

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