I may not have a thing at allExcept for

I know I stand in lineUntil you think you have the

Long night, it's a long night, my friendThe barrooms and the

was Boston, I was VegasShe was crepe suzette, I

There may be trouble aheadBut while there's moonlight and music and

Song sung blue, everybody knows oneSong sung blue, every garden grows

my tweed pressed, got my best vest, all I

of the Sun and West of the MoonWe'll build

Sentimental baby, sweet and gentle babyJust the way a baby oughta

Oh, by gosh, by gollyIt's time for mistletoe and hollyTasty pheasants,

What is there to write? What is there to say?Same things

tables are emptyThe dance floor's desertedYou play the same

There's a somebody I'm longing to seeI hope that she turns

I laughed when I heard you sayThat I'd be

I've got you under my skinI have got you deep in

We're like a pair of scissors, partner, you can't get away

I'll soon become a wreckThey're breathin' on my neckDick Haymes, Dick

Fly me to the moonLet me play among the starsLet me

happens every spring, the world is young againWhere children

Dinah:Even Superman supports the good health planHe knows what it will