"Hey, nice piano playin', Manilla."
 "Thank you, Miss M."
 "Whatcha doin' these days?"
 "Makin' records."
 "Really?"
 "Yes, really."
 "Do you still play piano for people?"
 "Well, depends on who."
 Hmmm, I'm gonna get you
 Out on the briny
 "Bette, I didn't know you felt that way about me."
 "I don't. I need a piano player."
 "Ahh, just like the old days!"
 "You're not gonna change keys on me, are ya?"
 "Unh Huh."
 "Ohhh!"
 I'm gonna get you
 You're never gonna get me.
 on a slow boat to China
 Not in a fast or slow boat to any crick.
 all to myself alone;
 I just get motion sick
 I'm gonna make you mine.
 Ha, you'll have to stand in line.
 Get you and keep you in my band evermore;
 Now there's a new attack.
 Leave all the others on the shore.
 For me they'd swim to China, to China and back.
 Out on the briny
 I wouldn't like the ocean,
 where the moon's big and shiny,
 not even in a rowboat.
 melting your heart of stone.
 Ha ha, you always get your way.
 I'm gonna get you