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

From the bottom of my heart I love youWhat more can

Down where the trade winds playDown where you lose the dayWe

me to the moonAnd let me play among the

I reached the age of forty somewhat sooner than expectedLiving at

In me you see a man aloneHeld by the habit of

I wanna be around to pick up the pieces when somebody

Look at meI'm as helpless as a kitten up a treeAnd

somebody loves youIt's no good unless he loves youAll

Gonna take a sentimental journeyGonna set my heart at easeGonna make

Ol' MacDonald had a farm, E-I-E-I-OAnd on this farm there was

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

What is there to write? What is there to say?Same things

wants to be a flashy flunkies

Love laughs at a kingKings don't mean a thingOn the street

Frank SinatraMiscellaneousI Wish I Didn't Love You SoI wish I didn't

me to the moonAnd let me play among the

you see a guy reach for stars in the

yourself a merry little ChristmasLet your heart be lightNext

They call you lady luckBut there is room for doubtAt times