Story Behind The Song
A play on the often-used phrase inspired this.
Song Description
The story of a New York scoundrel.
| Song Length |
3:30 |
Genre |
Jazz - Contemporary, Jazz - General |
| Tempo |
Slow (71 - 90) |
Lead Vocal |
Male Vocal |
| Mood |
Jovial, Affable |
Subject |
Gambling, Lies |
| Similar Artists |
Louis Armstrong, Louis Prima |
Language |
English |
| Era |
2000 and later |
| |
Lyrics
MR. SHOULDA COULDA WOULDA C
music and words by Chris Gantry, Sam Cooper © 2008
chrisgantry@yahoo.com 615-785-9570 jericat@yahoo.com 615-469-4067
(verse)
Shoulda bought you flowers instead of wasting hours,
Plunkin' all my quarters in the pinball machine.
Coulda bought you perfume and lots of pretty shiny things.
(verse)
We woulda had a high time hangin' at the Hamptons,
But I shot my bankroll in a poker game,
But I didn't lose my love for makin' whoopee on your rug.
Mr. Shoulda Coulda Woulda is my name.
(bridge)
I'm runnin' late, got a date at Aqueduct for the seventh race,
Got a nickel on the Knicks and three points on the Jets,
Your birthday means a lot, but things could get a little hot,
Mo Mo gets ticked off when I can't cover all my bets.
(verse)
Shoulda been your hero, your Pacino, your DeNiro,
You know me, I always need a damsel in distress,
Coulda stayed out of casinos if I wasn't always lookin' for a game.
Woulda got hitched in June, but I was at the Boom Boom room,
Baby, I'm totally to blame.
But ain't it gooda be alive?
Mr. Shoulda Coulda Woulda is my name.
(verse)
Shouldn't be out in the snow, throwin' pebbles at your window,
You can try to fool me, but I see you peekin' through the blinds.
You could let me in your door, we'll go floatin' up the stairs,
Would you let me make up for my wicked ways in your boudoir?
Expensive scotch, a good cigar, close my eyes and it's Shangri-La,
'Cause, Baby, you just ain't another dame.
The only way to put it,
Mr. Shoulda Coulda Woulda is my name.
Whoa, you're the only one who understood it,
Mr. Shoulda Coulda Woulda is my name.