1: Frank Sinatra, night (Silent night), holy night (Holy

The night is bitterThe stars have lost their glitterThe winds grow

And there used to be a ballpark where the field was

moon and you appear to beSo near and yet

How old am I?, I'm old enough to knowThe difference between

In a quaint caravan there's a lady they call the GypsyShe

Embrace me, my sweet embraceable youEmbrace me, you irreplaceable youJust one

I could have told youShe'd hurt youShe'd love you a whileThen

Where do you go when it starts to rain?Where will you

of the border, down Mexico wayThat's where I fell

took each word she said as gospel truthThe way a

Why was I born? Why am I livin'?What do I get?

Hey, drink up, all you peopleOrder anything you seeAnd have fun,

One day, you turn around and it's summerNext day, you turn

Fly me to the moonLet me play among the starsLet me

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

as restless as a willow in a windstormI'm as

Oh gosh darn it, there goes that last buttCome on, sweet,

what are you asking such ridiculous questions for?Just play them

Frank:Let's take an old fashioned walk, I'm just bursting with talkWhat