Please Mr. Please

In the corner of the bar there stands a jukebox
With the best of country music, old and new
You can hear your five selections for a quarter
And somebody else’s songs when yours are through

I got good Kentucky whiskey on the counter
And my friends around to help me ease the pain
‘Til some button-pushing cowboy plays that love song
And here I am just missing you again

Please, Mr., please, don’t play B-17
It was our song, it was his song, but it’s over
Please, Mr., please, if you know what I mean
I don’t ever wanna hear that song again

If I had a dime for every time I held you
Though you’re far away, you’ve been so close to me
I could swear I’d be the richest girl in Nashville
Maybe even in the state of Tennessee

But I guess I’d better get myself together
‘Cause when you left, you didn’t leave too much behind
Just a note that said “I’m sorry” by your picture
And a song that’s weighing heavy on my mind

Please, Mr., please, don’t play B-17
It was our song, it was his song, but it’s over
Please, Mr., please, if you know what I mean
I don’t ever wanna hear that song again
**Samoan lyrics are on the video**

6 Replies to “Please Mr. Please”

  1. Here’s the Samoan written out for convenience.

    Ana ou u’uina ni tupe I taimi uma
    Pe va I maila e afe te saili I mauga
    Oute tauto atu la’u pele o lo’u ola
    O lo’u fatu, ma lo’u tino ma o’u lagona
    Ae ui I lea o manatu uma ia
    Ua nao se miti
    Manaoga o le agaga moo e
    I so’o se taimi
    Na o se ata na e tuua ina ua e alu
    Ma se pese malie e fa’amalu
    I lo’u nei fatu

    Fa’amolemole (fa’amolemole)
    La’u pele ea ua ou lagonaina
    Uiga o le pese sa e usuina ae ua uma
    Fa’amolemole (Fa’amolemole)
    Ana e tofo I le oona
    Ma manatu ifo I ou lagona
    Ua ta le lava pologa

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