I may not have a thing at allExcept for

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

George speaking:Hey Frances, I don't know about you butI kinda need

do I do just as you say?Why must I

solo by Beverly find me a gypsy and get

spreading the news, I'm leaving todayI want to be

Give her sunshine in your smileGive her pleasure all the whileTurn

Love is a many-splendored thingIt's the April rose that only grows

I won't dance, don't ask meI won't dance, don't ask meI

down, look down that lonesome roadBefore you travel onLook up,

You were my adored oneThen you became the bored oneAnd I

good is the scheming, the planning and dreamingThat comes

little town of Bethlehem, how still we see thee

What can I do to prove it to you that I'm

Frank be aroundNo matter howYou treat me nowI'll be

There'll be a hot timeIn the town of BerlinWhen the Yanks

Every man should marry, every girl should wedYou will find no

me to the moonAnd let me play among the

Frank SinatraMiscellaneousIt's Fate, Baby, It's FateBetty: You better make your mind

Ring out the old, ring in the newRing out the bells