Oh, by gosh, by gollyIt's time for mistletoe and hollyTasty pheasants,

Kylie better watch outYou better not cryYou better not

RAP BATTLES OF HISTORY!FRANK SINATRA!VS!FREDDIE What's wrong with

a fool to want youI'm a fool to want

Fly me to the moonLet me play among the starsLet me

here's to you, Mrs. RobinsonJilly loves you more than you

take a look and you'll seeThe way I have

Chicago, that toddling townChicago, Chicago, I will show you

stand at your gate and the song that I

gotta right to sing the bluesI gotta right to feel

night is the loneliest night of the week'Cause that's the

fly with me, let's fly, let's fly awayIf you

If I don't see her each day, I miss herGee what

Frank Sinatra & Doris I'm glad you came over

Dear heart, wish you were here to warm this nightMy dear

O give me land, lots of land, and the starry skies

How much do I love you? I'll tell you no lieHow

I Couldn't Care Less()Balmy breezes are blowing - each star in

I guess I'll to dream the restIf you can't remember the

(Getting stoned on sunshine, getting high on air,)Getting to it naturally,