A small Cafe, Mam'selleOur rendezvous, Mam'selleThe violins were warm and sweetAnd

Yesterday we were gayI was high on a rainbow, but now

What is America to meA name, a map, or a flag

my bags are packed, I'm ready to goStanding here

Tell her you love her each dayYou'll make her happy that

To dream the impossible dreamTo fight the unbeatable foeTo bear with

aloneI'm so all aloneThere is no one else but

a star from out the skyAnd the sky feels

Love is lovelier the second time aroundJust as wonderful with both

fly with me, let's fly, let's fly awayIf you

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

Hide your heart from sight, lock your dreams at nightIt could

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

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

go to my head and you linger like a

Hey, Pearl, what's bugging you, girl?(Too much knowledge, Frank, too much

Give me an old fashioned Christmas, an old fashioned ChristmasFamily faces,

Betty the taxi driver: First we see the sights, then let's

I, I who have nothingI, I who have no one, adore

is for the way you look at meO is for