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As war clouds gathered over Europe and the Pacific, the U.S. turned its hungry eyes to Franklin Roosevelt for reassurance, and its anxious ears to the radio. This 1933 ditty from 1933—written as Prohibition ended and reefer was demonized in its place—reminded listeners that, well, why not make whoopee? After reciting the song’s obscure intro, boulevardier Jim Byrnes recalls Jack Teagarden, dropped into in a ’50s doo-wop group, in front of Paul Pigat’s swirling guitars.


Don't save your kisses, just pass them around 

You'll find my reason is logically sound 

Who's gonna know that you passed them around, A hundred years from today 

Why crave a penthouse that's fit for a queen?

You're nearer heaven on Mother Earth's green 

If you had millions, what would they all mean A hundred years from today 

So laugh and sing, make love the thing. Be happy while you may… 

There's always one, beneath the sun, Who's bound to make you feel that way 

The moon is shinin' and that's a good sign. Cling to me closer say you'll be mine Remember darlin', we won't see it shine, A hundred years from today 

One hundred years from today 

Jim Byrnes                                    
Paul Pigat
Tina Zambrano  
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