Felice Bryant

Felice Bryant, poet & lyricist, died April 2003 at age 77.
She was born Matilda Genevieve Scaduto on August 7th, 1925, in Milwaukee, Wisconsin.

Raining In My Heart

The sun is out
The sky is blue
There's not a cloud
To spoil the view
But it's raining
Raining In My Heart

The Weather Man
Says "Clear today"
He doesn't know
You've gone away
And it's raining
Raining In My Heart

Oh misery - misery
What's gonna become of me

I tell my blues
They mustn't show
But soon these tears
Are bound to flow
Cause it's raining
Raining In My Heart
Raining In My Heart
Raining In My Heart



Radio And TV


Radio & TV do a lot for me,
Lots of times I dig my honey
When I'm runnin' short of foldin' money
& the radio & TV are free

At the outdoor movie everything is groovy,
But at times I like it better
Just to bring my baby home & set her
At the radio & TV with me

It's nice to sit & say things
That lovers have to say,
While the good guys chase the bad guys
& the top ten records play.
Take away my car keys,
Take away my waterskis
Take away my foldin' money, take it all
But just don't take my honey or my radio & TV



Wake Up Little Susie



Wake up little Susie, wake up
Wake up little Susie, wake up

We've both been sound asleep
Wake up little Susie and weep
The movie's over, it's four o'clock
And we're in trouble deep
Wake up little Susie, wake up little Susie

Well, what are we gonna tell your mama
What are we gonna tell your pa
What are we gonna tell our friends
when they say Ooh-la-la
Wake up little Susie, wake up little Susie

Well, I told your mama that you'd be in by ten
Well, Susie baby, looks like we goofed again
Wake up little Susie, wake up little Susie
We gotta go home

Wake up little Susie, wake up!
Wake up little Susie, wake up!

The movie wasn't so hot
It didn't have much of a plot
We fell asleep, our goose is cooked
Our reputation is shot
Wake up little Susie, wake up little Susie

Well, what are we gonna tell your mama
What are we gonna tell your pa
What are we gonna tell our friends
When they say ooh-la-la
Wake up little Susie, wake up little Susie
Wake up little Susie

[Bob R notes: As a kid, I thought the Everly Brothers were singing, "Well, when are we gonna tickle your mama /  When are we gonna tickle your pa " ]