The very thought of youAnd I forget to doThe little ordinary

The night is like a lovely tune, beware my foolish heart!How

Spoken:A tune from Cole Porter perhaps. Now there's a guy who

You better watch outYou better not cryYou better not poutI'm telling

I reached the age of forty somewhat sooner than expectedLiving at

want to see your face in every kind of lightIn

When they met, the way they smiledI saw that I was

Writer(s): Wilder/EngvickThat year in Oakland HighWhen I was seventeenThe grass from

of the tree of life I just picked me

somebody loves youIt's no good unless he loves youAll

Love is lovelier the second time aroundJust as wonderful with both

Sentimental baby, sweet and gentle babyJust the way a baby oughta

What is America to meA name, a map, or a flag

wants to be a flashy flunkies

Don't worry 'bout meI'll get alongForget about meBe happy, my loveLet's

Don't worry 'bout meI'll get alongJust you forget about meBe happy,

April played a fiddleAnd my heart began to danceAnd I was

Head on my pillow just thinking of youHead on my pillowSo

I begged her, I pleaded, I told her: Baby, come out

Here am I, mad about you, mad about youI can't lie,