Spoken:Way past your bedtime (Crowd laughs and then subsides)Only kiddin', kidsLong

The best of everything - that's (that is) what I wish

Writer(s): RaposoWhen all the songs are out of tuneAnd all the

Quiet nights of quiet starsQuiet chords from my guitarFloating on the

Oooh, Winchester Cathedral, you're bringin' me downYou stood and you watched

Biltmore garage wants a grandBut we ain't got a grand

is just around the corner, any cozy little cornerLove is

Imagination is funnyIt makes a cloudy day sunnyIt makes a bee

Your eyes are blue, your kisses tooI never knew what they

in a streamFalling leaves a sycamoreMoonlight in

When the moon hangs low in NapoliThere's a handsome gondolierEvery night

hand in handSwingin' down the laneEverybody's feelin' grandSwingin' down

Whippoorwills call, evenin' is nighHurry to my Blue HeavenTurn to the

I'm not much to look at, nothin' to seeJust glad I'm

I must confess what you say is trueI had a rendez-vous

Empty rooms behind me, no more nights aloneA table and some

Five hundred guys have one thousand eyes for my babyThey stand

Hark the herald angels singGlory to the new born kingPeace on

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

I'll wake each morning and I'll promise to laughI'll say good