Frank got a crush on you, sweetie pieAll the

Birds flying high you know how I feel Sun in the

spreading the news, I'm leaving todayI want to be

have been a roverI have walked aloneHiked a hundred highwaysNever

How little we knowHow much to discoverWhat chemical forces flowFrom lover

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

I wanna be around to pick up the pieces when somebody

She walks like an angel walksShe talks like an angel talksAnd

The one I love belongs to somebody elseShe means her tender

in a streamFalling leaves a sycamoreMoonlight in

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

one ever tells you what's like to love and

couldn't sleep a wink last nightBecause we had that

It was winter in Manhattan, falling snow flakes filled the airThe

creepersWhere'd you get those peepers?Jeepers creepersWhere'd you get those

It's quarter to threeThere's no one in the place 'cept you

a day this has beenWhat a rare mood I'm

Sunbeams are gently fading, slowly fadingAnd birds are waiting to do

How's your love lifeHow's your heartbeatHow do you do with me?How's

In the hush of evening, as shadows steal across my lonely