day, when I'm awfully lowWhen the world is coldI

The moment has come, I hear a drumOr is it my

You and me, we wanted it allWe wanted it allPassion without

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

It seems to me I've heard that song beforeIt's from an

cry, oh, honey, please don't be that wayClouds in

made me what I am todayI hope you're satisfiedYou

Laura is the face in the misty lightFootsteps that you hear

That old black magic has me in its spellThat old black

A cigarette that bears a lipstick's tracesAn airline ticket to romantic

AbnerDon't marry that galEven though she's nice as she

There's no use of a moonlight glowOr the peaks where winter

fellow needs a girlTo sit by his sideAt the

Blue lace, her gown was blue laceShe wore the promise of

What can I say to you, Bonita, what magic word would

Skies ain't gonna cloud no moreThe crops ain't gonna failCaught a

Here goes - baby here goesEvery worry, every fear goesEvery dull

Oh, if I had three wishesMy first would be for youAnd

I'm a fool to want youI'm a fool to want youTo

got eyes that sparkle like a lily sprinkled with