It's February The 22ndand I Can't Tell

The World Would Not Be In Such A Snarl, Had Marx Been Groucho Instead Of Karl.

A Pretty Girl Is Like A Melody. That Haunts You Night And Day.

Got No Checkbooks, Got No Banks. Still I'd Like To Express My Thanks - I've Got The Sun In The Mornin' And The Moon At Night.

God Bless America, Land That I Love, Stand Beside Her, And Guide Her, Through The Night, With The Light From Above, From The Mountains, To The Prairies To The Oceans, White With Foam God Bless America, My Home Sweet Home, God Bless America! My Home Sweet Home!

It's February The 22ndand I Can't Tell A Lie.