Parody of “Sunday, Monday, or
Always”
Written by: Jimmy Van Heusen
Written by: Sammy Cahn
Written by: Johnny Burke
Arranged By: Axel Stordahl
From the Album: The V-Disc, 1943-1947, disc 2
Label: V-Disc Recording
Recorded: October 23, 1944
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I'll soon become a wreck
They're breathin' on my neck
Dick Haymes, Dick Todd, and Como
They're really coming fast
Who knows I may be passed
By Dick Haymes, Dick Todd, and
Como
The fact that girlies scream
They say will cause me grief
But if they ever stop
I'll find that I'm back on
relief
It'll mean the end of me
Good news for Tommy D
And Dick Haymes, Dick Todd, and
Como
Why should it get their goat
Each time I bend a note
Dick Haymes, Dick Todd, and Como
At my pictures, they throw rocks
They're both at Twentieth Fox
Not Dick Todd, but Dick Haymes,
and Como
They say that I need weight
I'm just a mass of joints
I'd like to put on weight
But where the heck can I get
points
If at RKO I pout, they look at
me and shout,
"Dick Haymes, Dick Todd,
and Como"
Everytime I sing,
I'm compared with Bing
by Dick Haymes, Dick Todd, and
Como
Bing's four boys are sublime
But they won't give me time
Dick Haymes, Dick Todd, and
Perry
(that's the other guy's first
name)
I'll never sing like Bing
I know I don't compare
I'll grant them he's got voice
If they'll grant me, that I've
got hair
But then why all this fuss
There's room for all of us
Dick Haymes, Dick Todd, and Como
There's just one Crosby
There's room for all of us