I may not have a thing at allExcept for

gets too hungry for dinner at eightShe likes the

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

It started out like a song, we started quiet and slow

As I approach the prime of my lifeI find I have

they had to have something newA dance to do

fingers in my hairThat sly come-hither stareThat strips my conscience

In the still of the night as I gaze out of

S' posing I should fall in love with youDo you think

By the old Moulmein PagodaLooking eastward to the seaThere's a Burma

mama done told me, when I was in knee-pantsMy mama

It was winter in Manhattan, falling snow flakes filled the airThe

She's a snooty little cutie, she's a burgulous skirtShe's a knockout

1: Seuss the to begin, I've been gone for

Hey, drink up, all you peopleOrder anything you seeAnd have fun,

There's no use of a moonlight glowOr the peaks where winter

Do you make the most of your five sensesOr is your

This is somethin' new to meWhen you, ooh, you coo to

know when my love comes alongI'll know then and

a fool to want youI'm a fool to want