Pussy Cat, Pussy Cat, I Love You,

Try To Remember The Kind Of September When Life Was Slow And Oh So Mellow. Try To Remember The Kind Of September When Grass Was Green And Grain Was Yellow. Try To Remember The Kind Of September When You Were A Tender And Callow Fellow. Try To Remember And If You Remember Then Follow Follow.

Comfort Me By A Solemn Assurance, That When The Little Parlour In Which I Sit At This Instant, Shall Be Reduced To A Worse Furnished Box, I Shall Be Read, With Honour, By Those Who Never Knew Nor Saw Me, And Whom I Shall Neither Know Nor See.

You Can't Lose The Essence Of A Song. I Try To Enhance It More Than Anything Else.

First Of All, I Love Singing. I Mean, I Get Out Of Bed And I Sing. I Can't Help It.

I Was Full Of Fire When I Was Young. I Wanted To Attack Anything.