Nobody Wants To Phone Me, Even Collect.

I Want To Ride To The Ridge Where The West Commences And Gaze At The Moon Till I Lose My Senses I Can't Look At Hobbles And I Can't Stand Fences Don't Fence Me In

I Get No Kick From Champagne. Mere Alcohol Doesn't Thrill Me At All. So, Tell Me Why Should It Be True, That I Get A Kick Out Of You?

Now: Heaven Knows, Anything Goes.

Let's Do It; Let's Fall In Love.

I'm A Worthless Check, A Total Wreck, A Flop But If Baby I'm The Bottom, You're The Top.