There's An, Oh Such A Hungry Yearning

Brush Up Your Shakespeare, Start Quoting Him Now, Brush Up Your Shakespeare And The Women You Will Wow.

I Don't Know Anyone Who Sits Down To Write A Song Hit Except Irving Berlin. He Can't Help Writing Hits.

Oh, Give Me Land, Lots Of Land Under Starry Skies Above. Don't Fence Me In. Let Me Ride Through The Wide Open Country That I Love Don't Fence Me In Let Me Be By Myself In The Evenin' Breeze And Listen To The Murmur Of The Cottonwood Trees Send Me Off Forever But I Ask You Please Don't Fence Me In

If You Ever Feel So Happy You Land In Jail, I'm Your Bail.

Live And Let Live, Be And Let Be, Hear And Let Hear, See And Let See. . . . Live And Let Live And Remember This Line: 'your Bus'ness Is Your Bus'ness And My Bus'ness Is Mine.'