I saw you last night and got that old feelingWhen you

of the tree of life I just picked me

spreadin' the newsI'm leavin' todayI want to be a

There is no great big endingNo sunset in the skyThere is

can you say something new about being aloneTell somebody

time you're foundWith your chin on the groundThere a lot

(Feelin' kinda Sunday, feelin' kinda Sunday, feelin' kinda Sunday)(Feelin' kinda Sunday,

moon and you appear to beSo near and yet

Moon River, wider than a mileI'm crossin' you in style somedayOh,

It started all over againThe moment I looked in your eyesIt

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

Frank the weather outside is frightfulBut the fire is

I triedTried to impress youMy loveI gave it allEach hour ever

foggy day in London townHad me low, had me

I let my heart fall into careless handsCareless hands broke my

Frank Sinatra: Well for Gods sake if it ain't Ben Casey.

Spoken:Wherever we may be along about this time of year, our

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

(I saw you first.) Now wait a minute. (Nobody else is

It's the wrong time and the wrong placeThough your face is