throw bouquets at meDon't please my folks too muchDon't

Don't you know I'd work for you, I'd slave for youBe

was Boston, I was VegasShe was crepe suzette, I

Dressed in dreams for meYou were what I wished to seeElizabeth,

not the pale moon that excites meThat thrills and

What'll I doWhen you are far away and I am blueWhat'll

Gonna take a sentimental journeyGonna set my heart at easeGonna make

When no one cares, and the phone never ringsThe nights are

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

Spoken:A tune from Cole Porter perhaps. Now there's a guy who

night is the loneliest night of the week'Cause that's the

The likes of you may never beAttracted to the likes of

a day this has beenWhat a rare mood I'm

Sunbeams are gently fading, slowly fadingAnd birds are waiting to do

Oh, by Jove and by Jehovah, you have set my heart

Frank Sinatra: Well for Gods sake if it ain't Ben Casey.

Ever homeward, ever homeward, yearns the weary roverEver homeward, ever homeward,

Every time i look down on this timeless townWhether blue or

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

With and stoned on sunshine, getting high on