Those People In New York Are Not

Every Time I Think That I'm Getting Old, And Gradually Going To The Grave, Something Else Happens.

Look Guys, If You're Just Going To Stare At Me, I'm Going To Bed!

I Look At You And Wham, I'm Head Over Heals. I Guess That Love Is Like A Banana Peel.

I’m So Lucky To Be In The Position To Give. It’s Really A Gift To Give.

I'll Be A Fool Or A Wiseman, My Darling, You Hold The Key. Anyway You Want Me, That's How I Will Be.