1975 American musical film At Long Last Love - Poor Young Millionaire Lyrics
The song is written by Cole Porter.
After hunting all over for pleasure With some measure of success
(spoken) Are you singing to me, sir? No. I was just singing to myself. Yes, sir. Go right ahead, sir.
I've decided the pace known as rapid Leads to vapid nothingness And I'm;
Tired of betting, tired of sporting, tired of flirting, tired of courting Tired of racing, tired of yachting, tired of loafing Tired of rotting Tired of dining, tired of wining Tired of tea-ing Tired of being tired fired, '(wed Oh Won't somebody care For a poor young millionaire?
(spoken) Mr. Pritchard. Don't stop, Rod. I just need a little air. Sir, wouldn't the window suffice? Please don't slow down. If you knew what blues meant, you'd find me amusement. Well, I've tried.
I've tried. Step on it, Rod. God knows I've tried. I've had every thrill From a Rolls-Royce to a Ford And there's no concealing the fact I'm feeling Bored, bored Bored
Review: At Long Last Love Songs Lyrics
At Long Last Love Songs Lyrics
PLOT Down In The Depths Tomorrow Which Poor Young Millionaire You're the Top Find Me a Primitive Man Friendship But in the Morning, No At Long Last Love Well, Did You Evah? From Alpha to Omega Let's Misbehave / It's De-Lovely Just One of Those Things I Get a Kick Out of You Most Gentlemen Don’t Like Love I Loved Him, But He Didn’t Love Me A Picture of Me Without You
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