Frank got a crush on you, sweetie pieAll the

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

I came down from Butte, MontanaFor a little change of sceneAnd

can you say something new about being aloneTell somebody

all dressed up to go dreamingNow, don't tell me I'm

Oooh, Winchester Cathedral, you're bringin' me downYou stood and you watched

of the tree of life I just picked me

in touch with that sundown fellowAs he tiptoes across

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

I cover the waterfrontI'm watching the seaWill the one I love

have heard among this clanYou are called the forgotten

hand in handSwingin' down the laneEverybody's feelin' grandSwingin' down

at yourself, if you had a sense of humorYou would

ask me where I’m going, I say “I don’t

Frank SinatraMiscellaneousCandyCandy, I call my sugar Candy, because I'm sweet on

Here we go, take oneGo through it fast, like dizzyHere we

Oh there's nothing to be ashamed ofIf you stub your toe

happens every spring, the world is young againWhere children

Drowsy morning sunlight, gentle kisses for my loveIt's Sunday, it's SundayShe

Frank Sinatra & Doris I'm glad you came over