I've Got The World On A String.

It's Getting Almost So Bad A Colored Man Hasn't Got Any Country.

I See Trees Of Green, Red Roses Too. I See Them Bloom For Me And You. And I Think To Myself What A Wonderful World. I See Skies Of Blue And Clouds Of White. The Bright Blessed Day, The Dark Sacred Night. And I Think To Myself What A Wonderful World

Seems To Me, It Aint The World That's So Bad But What We're Doin' To It. And All I'm Saying Is, See, What A Wonderful World It Would Be If Only We'd Give It A Chance. Love Baby, Love. That's The Secret...

Never Play Anything The Same Way Twice.

A Lot Of The Musicians Asked Me If When I Hit My High-cs On The Records I Had A Clarinet Take The Notes. Some [thought] I Had Invented Some Kind Of Gadget So I Could Play High Register. They Weren't Satisfied Until They Handed Me A Trumpet That They Had With Them And Had Me Swing It. Then They Cheered.