Get Ready (Live at the Copa/1968)

I never met a girl who makes me feel the way that you do. (You're alright)
Whenever I'm asked who makes my dreams real, I say that you do. (You're outta sight)

So, fee-fi-fo-fum
Look out baby, 'cause here I come.

And I'm bringing you a love that's true.
So get ready, so get ready.
I'm gonna try to make you love me too.
So get ready, so get ready 'cause here I come.

(Get ready 'cause here I come) I'm on my way.
(Get ready 'cause here I come)

If you wanna play hide and seek with love, let me remind you (It's alright)
of the lovin' you're gonna miss in the time it takes to find you (It's outta sight)

So, fiddley-dee, fiddley-dum
Look out baby, 'cause here I come.

And I'm bringing you a love that's true.
So get ready, so get ready.
I'm gonna try to make you love me too.
So get ready, so get ready 'cause here I come.

(Get ready 'cause here I come) I'm on my way.
(Get ready 'cause here I come)
(Get ready)

(sax solo)

all my friends should want you too, I understand it. (Be alright)
I hope I get to you before they do, the way I planned it. (Be outta sight)

So tiddley-dee, tiddley-dum
Look out baby, 'cause here I come.

And I'm bringing you a love that's true.
So get ready, so get ready.
I'm gonna try to make you love me too.
So get ready, so get ready 'cause here I come.

(Get ready 'cause here I come) I'm on my way.
(Get ready 'cause here I come)
(fade)



Credits
Writer(s): Craig William Poole, Joseph Gileadi
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