The following program is your hit parade, as originally telecast last Saturday by Lucky
Strike.
Lucky Strike presents your hit parade.
The top tunes all over America, as determined by your hit parade survey, which checks the
best sellers in sheet music and phonograph records.
The songs most heard on the air and the songs most played on the automatic coin machines.
An accurate, authentic tabulation of America's taste in popular music.
Your hit parade.
It's true, friends.
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Go Lucky Strike today.
And now the top seven songs of the week, with Dorothy Collins, Snooky Lanson, Giselle McKenzie,
Russell Arms, the hit paraders and dancers, and Raymond Scott and the hit parade orchestra.
And off we go with survey song number three.
Dorothy Collins, the hit paraders and dancers, raise the curtain with a bright number three
tune, That's Amore.
When the moon hits your eye like a big piece of pie, that's amore.
When the world seems to shine like you've had too much wine, that's amore.
Bells will ring, ting-a-ling-a-ling, ting-a-ling-a-ling, and you'll sing vita bella.
Hearts are gay, tippy-tippy-tay, tippy-tippy-tay, like a gay tarantella.
If the stars make you drool just like pasta fazool, that's amore.
If you dance down the street with a cloud at your feet, you're in love.
If you walk in a dream, but you know you're not dreaming, signore.
You're not listening to me, but you see back in old Napoli, that's amore.
If you walk in a dream, but you know you're not dreaming, signore.
You're not listening to me, but you see back in old Napoli, that's amore.
Number four.
Silky Lanson has a romantic encounter to the tune of Survey Song number four, Changing
Partners.
We were waltzing together to a dreamy melody when they called out, Change Partners, and
you waltzed away from me.
Now my arms feel so empty as I gaze around the floor, and I'll keep on changing partners
till I hold you once more.
So we danced for one moment, and too soon we had to part, in that wonderful moment something
happened to my heart.
So I'll keep changing partners till you're in my arms and then, oh my darling, I will
never change partners again.
Oh my darling, I will never change partners again.
Time for a lucky strike extra.
Raymond Scott leads the orchestra in a sizzling arrangement of Mama Inez.
Oh my darling, I will never change partners again.
Oh my darling, I will never change partners again.
Oh my darling, I will never change partners again.
Number two on the survey.
It's a Waikiki honeymoon for Giselle McKenzie as she sings the number two melody, Stranger
in Paradise.
Take my hand, I'm a stranger in paradise.
All lost in a wonderland, a stranger in paradise.
If I stand starry-eyed, that's a danger in paradise for mortals who stand beside an angel
like you.
I saw your face and I ascended out of the commonplace into the red.
Somewhere in Spain, I hang suspended until I know there's a chance that you care.
Won't you answer the fervent prayer of a stranger in paradise?
Don't send me in dark despair from all that I hunger for.
But open your angel's eyes to the stranger in paradise and tell her that she may be a
stranger no more.
Ladies and gentlemen, America's foremost authority on etiquette, Miss Amy Vanderbilt.
How do you do?
Some of my friends tell me that in my new book on etiquette, I was a little hard on
smoking.
Actually, I was hard on smokers, at least some smokers.
I dislike thoughtless smokers.
You know, the man next to you at the dinner table who holds his cigarette so that the
smoke drifts into your eyes.
I don't like the careless type who flicks his ashes on the rug and laughingly says that
they keep the moths out.
Well, I like considerate smokers.
For instance, I like to know that my husband is considerate enough to carry my brand of
etiquette, and that, as I'm sure you can guess from my being here, is lucky strike.
I think no matter which way you look at it, in smoking as an etiquette, it is, after all,
all a matter of taste.
I don't smoke a great deal, but when I do, I want a cigarette that tastes better to me
than any other.
That's lucky strike.
As Amy Vanderbilt says, smoking enjoyment is all a matter of taste, and the fact of
the matter is, luckies taste better, cleaner, fresher, smoother, for two very good reasons.
One, LSMFT.
Lucky strike means fine tobacco.
Two, luckies are made better to taste better.
So be happy.
Go lucky.
Next time you buy cigarettes, ask for lucky strike.
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Survey song number six.
Snooky Lanson and his cavemen cronies are in a flirtatious mood as they harmonize to
Heart of My Heart.
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♪ Heart of my heart, I love that melody, love the melody.
Heart of my heart, brings back a memory, when we were kids on the corner of the street.
We were rough and ready guys, but oh how we could harmonize.
Heart of my heart, and friends were dearer then, friends were dearer then.
Too bad we had to part, too bad we had to part.
I know a tear would glisten, if once more I could listen, to that gang that sang Heart
of my heart.
I love this song, let's sing it on the chorus.
Heart of my heart, I love that melody, what a delightful tune.
Heart of my heart, brings back a memory, when we were kids on the corner of the street.
We were rough and ready guys, but oh how we could harmonize.
Heart of my heart, and friends were dearer then, too bad we had to part, too bad we had
to part.
I know a tear would glisten, if once more I could listen, to that gang that sang Heart
of my heart.
Heart of my heart.
Heart of my heart.
Number 7, Gisele MacKenzie and Russell Arnn square off for the battle of the sexes, to
the tune of a newcomer to the survey, Woman, Man.
A man is a creature you can't overlook, as easy to read as a page in a book.
He'll boast and he'll brag of the women he's spurned, then just like a doorknob his head
can be turned.
Ah ha, ah ha, ah ha, ah ha, mm hmm, mm hmm, mm hmm, mm hmm.
A man, oh a man, any woman will say, whatever he is, we like him that way.
A woman is something both evil and good, but too complicated to be understood.
An angel when loving, a devil when mad, a woman can make you both happy and sad.
Ah ha, ah ha, ah ha, ah ha, mm hmm, mm hmm, mm hmm, mm hmm.
Oh woman, oh woman, oh what can she be, whatever she is, she's necessary.
As strong as an ox, or as meek as a pup, he's just a small boy who will never grow up.
A leader by day, he can make business hum, then winds up at night under some woman's thumb.
Ah ha, ah ha, ah ha, ah ha, mm hmm, mm hmm, mm hmm, mm hmm.
A man, oh a man, any woman will say, whatever he is, we like him that way.
Afraid of a cricket, she'll scream at a mouse, but she'll tackle a husband as big as a house.
She'll take him for better, she'll take him for worse, she'll bust his head open, then act as his nurse.
Ah ha, mm hmm, ah ha, ah ha, mm hmm, mm hmm, mm hmm, mm hmm.
Oh woman, a man, oh what can she be, whatever they are, they're necessary.
Ah ha, ah ha, ah ha, mm hmm, mm hmm, mm hmm, mm hmm.
Number five. Dorothy Collins brings us the poignant song that captures fifth place tonight, Oh My Papa.
Oh my papa, to me he was so wonderful.
Oh my papa, to me he was so good.
No one could be so gentle and so lovable.
Oh my papa, he always understood.
Gone are the days when he would take me on his knee.
With a smile, he'd change my tears to laughter.
Oh my papa, so funny, so adorable.
Always the clown, so funny in his ways.
Oh my papa, to me he was so wonderful.
Deep in my heart, I miss him so today.
Oh my papa, oh my papa, oh my papa.
Oh my papa, to me he was so wonderful.
Time for another Lucky Strike Extra. Snooky Lanson, the hit forators and dancers, introduce that charming Parisian mademoiselle, Mimi.
Mimi, you funny little good for nothing Mimi, am I the guy?
Mimi, you sunny little honey of a Mimi, I'm aiming high.
Mimi, you've got me sad and dreamy, you could free me if you'd see me.
Mimi, you know I'd like to have a little son of a Mimi by and by.
My left shoe's on my right foot, my right shoe's on my left.
Oh listen to me Mimi, a reason I'm bereft.
My buttons on my trousers, my buttons to my vest.
Oh listen to me Mimi, your passion's in my breast.
Mimi, you funny little good for nothing Mimi, am I the guy?
Mimi, you sunny little honey of a Mimi, I'm aiming high.
Mimi, you've got me sad and dreamy, you could free me if you'd see me.
Mimi, you know I'd like to have a little son of a Mimi, a son of a Mimi, a son of a Mimi, a son of a Mimi, a son of a Mimi, by and by.
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Number one, the top tune of the week.
The song the survey finds in first place.
Giselle McKenzie steps into the winner spotlight with song number one, Secret Love.
Once I had a secret love that lived within the heart of me.
All too soon my secret love became impatient to be free.
So I told a friendly star the way that dreamers often do.
Just how wonderful you are.
Why I'm so in love with you.
So I shouted from the highest hill, even told the golden dappled hill.
At last my heart's an open door and my secret love's no secret anymore.
Oh.
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Oh.
Oh.
Oh.
Your Hit Parade is presented on alternate weeks by Lucky Strike and Crosley.
So tune in again next week at the same time for the top seven songs of the week.
Your Hit Parade has been selected as one of the programs to be shown to our armed forces overseas
and was brought to you tonight by Lucky Strike, product of the American Tobacco Company,
America's leading manufacturer of cigarettes.
This is Andre Bourouche saying, be happy, go Lucky.
The preceding program was Your Hit Parade, as originally telecast last Saturday by Lucky Strike.