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Betty Hutton - Jukebox Saturday Night - Doctor, Lawyer, Indian Chief
Jukebox Saturday Night
Disc 1
01. Juke Box Saturday Night
02. Sentimental Journey
03. To Each His Own
04. I Had The Craziest Dream
05. Personality
06. There Are Such Things
07. Managua, Nicaragua
08. You'll Never Know
09. The Thing
10. How High The Moon
11. The Old Lamplighter
12. Open The Door, Richard!
13. A Tree In The Meadow
14. (It's No) Sin
15. My Heart Tells Me
16. Doctor, Lawyer, Indian Chief
17. Besame Mucho
18. Be My Love
Disc 2
01. Ballerina
02. The Wheel Of Fortune
03. Song From "Moulin Rouge"
04. Some Enchanted Evening
05. Sh-Boom!
06. Tennessee Waltz
07. Mule Train
08. You Belong To Me
09. Rag Mop
10. Sincerely
11. Cherry Pink And Apple Blossom White
12. Oh! My Papa (O Mein Papa)
13. Come On-A My House
14. Here In My Heart
15. (Put Another Nickel In) Music! Music! Music!
16. Cry
17. Little Things Mean A Lot
18. Goodnight, Irene
There's a doctor living in your town.
There's a lawyer and an Indian too.
But neither doctor, lawyer, nor Injun chief could love you any more than I do.
There's a barrel of fish in the ocean.
There's a lot of little birds in the blue.
But neither fish nor foul says the wise old owl
Could love you any more than I do.

No, no, no it couldn't be true
That anyone else could love you like I do.
I'm gonna warn all the dead-eye dicks
That you're the chick with the slickest tricks.
And every tick of my ticker ticks for you,
Follow through.

Tell the doc to stick to his practice.
Tell the lawyer to settle his case.
Send the Injun chief and his Tommy- hawk back to little Rain-in-the-Face.
Oh you know know know it couldn't be true
That anyone else could love you like I do.

No, no, no, it couldn't be true
That anyone else could love you like I do.
And confidentially I confess.
I sent a note to the local press
That I'll be changing my home address
For you, follow through.

Tell the doc to stick to his practice.
Tell the lawyer to settle his case.
Send the Injun chief and his Tommy- hawk back to little Rain-in-the-Face.
Cause you know know know it couldn't be true
That anyone else could love you like I do.
No, no, no it couldn't be true
That anyone else could love you like I do.
I'm going to send a hot communique
To the boys down in Cripple Creek
That every dimple on your dimpled cheek
Is mine, so to speak.

Tell the doc to stick to his practice.
Tell the lawyer to settle his case.
Send the Injun chief and his Tommy-hawk back to little Rain-in-the-Face.

Cause you know know know it couldn't be true
That anyone else could love you like I do.
Like I do.
Like I do.
Like I do.
Like I do!