Something That Simply Mystifies Me.

Night And Day, You Are The One.

Who Wants To Be A Millionaire? I Don't.

Every Time I Look Down On This Timeless Town Whether Blue Or Gray Be Her Skies. Whether Loud Be Her Cheers Or Soft Be Her Tears, More And More Do I Realize: I Love Paris In The Springtime. I Love Paris In The Fall. I Love Paris In The Winter When It Drizzles, I Love Paris In The Summer When It Sizzles. I Love Paris Every Moment, Every Moment Of The Year. I Love Paris, Why, Oh Why Do I Love Paris? Because My Love Is Near.

He May Have Hair Upon His Chest But, Sister, So Has Lassie.

Sad Times May Follow Your Tracks, Bad Times May Bar You From Saks, Add Times When Satan In Slacks Breaks Down Your Self Control.