Ain't No Use Jiving, Ain't No Use

Let The Dead Bury The Dead, Your Time Will Come.

Let Me Feel Your Love One More Time Before I Abandon It.

Shakespeare, He's In The Alley With His Pointed Shoes And His Bells, Speaking To Some French Girl Who Says She Knows Me Well.

When You Got Nothing, You Got Nothin' To Lose You're Invisible Now, You Got No Secrets To Conceal.

You Five And Ten Cent Women With Nothing In Your Heads, I Got A Real Gal I'm Loving And Lord I'll Love Her 'til I'm Dead.