Deck the halls with boughs of hollyFa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la'Tis the season to

People are queer, they're always crowing, scrambling and rushing aboutWhy don't

SINGERS:Oh, we never not gonna go homeWe won't go, we won't

favorI need the magic touch of your amourSo while

My mama done tol' meWhen I was a littleMy mama done

The very thought of you, makes my heart singLike an April

My sweet man's left meAnd I've got a torch I must

Hold me in your arms, hold me in your armsTonight was

There's a rising moon for every falling starMakes no difference just

Come on along and listen toThe lullaby of BroadwayThe hip hooray

Love ya love ya honeyLove ya love ya honeyLove ya love

It's a very ancient sayingBut a true and honest thoughtThat if

I'm sitting on top of the worldJust rolling along, Just rolling

Struttin down the street, got rhythm in your shoesShufflin' away the

You ain't never been blue; no, no, noYou ain't never been

I know I don't know you very wellThis could be a

This is a man who thinks with his heartHis heart is

Sooner or laterYou're gonna be comin' aroundI betcha, I'll betcha that

This old man, he played oneHe played knick-knack on my drumWith

We have been gay, going our wayLife has been beautiful, we