and french perfume that rocks the room
Rings and things and buttons and bows, words and music by jay livingston and ray evans, those frills and flowers and buttons and bows
I ll love you in buckskin, in high silk hose and peek-a-boo clothes
And french perfume that rocks the room, where they love a gal by the cut o her clothes Dinah, where they love a gal by the cut o her clothes
i ll love you in buckskin
Let s move down to some big town, let s vamoose where gals keep usin
words and music by jay livingston and ray evans
spoken a western ranch is just a branch of nowhere junction to me
Spoken a western ranch is just a branch of nowhere junction to me, buttons and bows
yer friends don t tote a gun
But i ll love ya longer, but i ll love ya longer, but i ll love ya longer
Take me where the cement grows, yer friends don t tote a gun
And french perfume that rocks the room, stronger where
My bones denounce the buckboard bounce, rings and things and buttons and bows Bows, i ll love you in buckskin
Give me the city where living s pretty and the gals wear finery, spoken a western ranch is just a branch of nowhere junction to me Shore, buttons and bows
Stronger where, spoken a western ranch is just a branch of nowhere junction to me
don t bury me in this prairie
Don t bury me in this prairie, and i m all yours in buttons and bows
And french perfume that rocks the room, those silks and satins and linen that shows, those frills and flowers and buttons and bows
But i ll love ya longer, those frills and flowers and buttons and bows
or skirts that i ve homespun
Those frills and flowers and buttons and bows, but i ll love ya longer
From the paleface, in buttons and bows Bows, stronger where
My bones denounce the buckboard bounce, stronger where &, and i m all yours in buttons and bows
words and music by jay livingston and ray evans
where they love a gal by the cut o her clothes
East is east and west is west
And the wrong one I have chose
Let's go where I'll keep on wearin'
Those frills and flowers and buttons and bows
Rings and things and buttons and bows
Don't bury me in this prairie
Take me where the cement grows
Let's move down to some big town
Where they love a gal by the cut of her clothes
And I'll stand out in buttons and bows
I'll love you in buckskin
Or skirts that I've homespun
But I'll love you longer, stronger where
Your friends don't tote a gun
My bones denounce the buckboard bounce
And the cactus hurts my toes
Let's vamoose where gals keep usin'
Those silks and satins and linen that shows
And I'm all yours in buttons and bows
My bones denounce the buckboard bounce
And the cactus hurts my toes
Let's vamoose where gals keep usin'
Those silks and satins and linen that shows
And I'm all yours in buttons and bows
Gimme eastern trimmin' where women are women
In high silk hose and peek-a-boo clothes
And French perfume that rocks the room
And I'm all yours in buttons and bows
Buttons and bows, buttons and bows.
I'm 20 now, born in '96 and I can't even begin to explain the completely wonderful nostalgia this brings me. I listened to this song so many times with my grammy when I was little, she is such a huge reason that I love and have an appreciation for music from this time. Thank you for uploading :)
Thank you for uploading . Writing from Japan. My grandmother had this record. At that time, I was only 5 or 6 years old. But I liked this song and felt merry to hear this song . When my grandmother died about 20 years ago, I put this record by her . So the record don't exist now, but it is beautiful memory for me.
da-da-dahhs, and boppa dohs, things and buttons, buttons and bows! Don't bury me, uh - lovely pea, something, la-la-laaaaa! Let's all go to a... taco show, and a how I love, such and thrush, blow my nose, You look great in buttons and bows! I love you in buckskin, la da-da da-da daaaa!
Everybody! My bones denounce, the fearful trounce, and la-la la-la Moldic rose! Ba-da Seuss, a palm caboose, and a panda hop, and pantyhose, you look buppity, buttons and bowwwws!