Love Is Sweeping The Country.

If You'll Promise Not To Cry, Baby, I Will Kiss You By-and-by—maybe! Though You're Six Feet Three, You Will Always Be Nothing But A Baby, Dear, To Me.

The Future Of This Nation, With The Present Generation, You Must Admit Is Nothing But A Joke

One Can Be Very Happy Without Demanding That Others Agree With Them.

Summertime And The Livin' Is Easy, Fish Are Jumpin', And The Cotton Is High.

I Got Rhythm, I Got Music, I Got My Man- Who Could Ask For Anything More?