What Usually Comes First Is The Contract.

Summer Time An' The Livin' Is Easy, Fish Are Jumpin' An' The Cotton Is High. Oh, Yo' Daddy's Rich, And Yo' Ma' Is Good-lookin', So Hush, Little Baby, Don' Yo' Cry.

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

Life Is One Long Jubilee.

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 Way You Wear Your Hat, The Way You Sip Your Tea, The Mem'ry Of All That -- No, No! They Can't Take That Away From Me!