Punanny”

“Punanny”

(1920s/1930s jazz cabaret style)

Ladies and gentlemen… gather ‘round.

Now I don’t mean to brag… but I simply tell the truth.

The sun comes up and starts to shine,

The church bells ring right on time.

The milkman’s whistlin’ down the line—

It’s the punanny!

The children laugh and run and play,

The skies stay blue most every day.

The flowers bloom along the way—

It’s the punanny!

You ask me, “Miss, what’s your secret spell?”

I just smile and never tell…

Oh, the bills get paid and the rent ain’t late,

The husband’s home before it’s eight.

Everybody’s singin’, feelin’ mighty great—

Because of the punanny!

The house is clean, my nerves are fine,

I got a little peace and a little free time.

Everything’s workin’ out just right—

Because of the punanny!

The baker’s bread comes out just right,

The stars come out and shine at night.

Folks are dancin’ in the pale moonlight—

For the punanny!

The neighbors wave as they pass me by,

The babies quit their fussin’ and cryin’.

Even the birds seem to know just why—

It’s the punanny!

Now I ain’t sayin’ it can solve every problem in the world…

But I ain’t sayin’ it can’t.

Oh, if everybody knew what I know,

There’d be a little more love wherever they go.

A little more laughter and a little more glow—

Because of the punanny!

The whole wide world might harmonize,

With happy hearts and brighter eyes.

And that’s my story, no surprise—

It’s the punanny!

Yes indeed, darling…

The sun shines, the flowers bloom, and the band keeps playin’…

All because of… the punanny!