Singing carols, stringing popcorn, making footprints in the snowMemories, Christmas memories,

You better watch outYou better not cryYou better not poutI'm telling

Love laughs at a king, kings don't mean a thing on

Well the south side of ChicagoIt's the baddest part of townAnd

You always looked a little out of placeAll grown up with

I may not have a thing at allExcept for

I'm gonna love you like nobody's loved youCome rain or come

I hear that serenade in blueI'm somewhere in another

Baby, you went and broke your faithful promiseHow could you do

made me what I am todayI hope you're satisfiedYou

is the one who'll end the search I'm making?Where

wants to be a flashy flunkies

Like a fish gets caught on a hookYou'll go for a

The very thought of you makes my heart singLike an April

glad the many millions of Annabelles and LilliansWould be

Frank SinatraMiscellaneousLilli BoleroLaru, laru, Lilli BoleroLaru, laru, Lilli BoleroThat's a magic

When they see Monique, I know they'll understandMonique, MoniqueI've hungered so

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

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

I'm gonna live till I die!I'm gonna laugh 'stead of cryI'm