Each Man Has His Own Music Bubbling

I'll Bet Right Now Most Of The Youngsters And Hot Club Fans Who Hear The Name Storyville Hasn't The Least Idea That It Consisted Of Some Of The Biggest Prostitutes In The World ... Standing In Their Doorways Nightly In Their Fine And Beautiful Negligees -- Faintly Calling To The Boys As They Passed Their Cribs.

You See, Pops, That's The Kind Of Talk That's Ruining The Music. Everyone's Trying To Do Something New, No One Trying To Learn The Fundamentals First. All Them Young Cats Playing Their Wierd Chords. And What Happens? No One's Working.

I've Got The World On A String.

All Music Is Folk Music. I Ain't Never Heard A Horse Sing A Song.

Some Of You Young Folks Been Saying To Me, "hey Pops, What You Mean 'what A Wonderful World'? How About All Them Wars All Over The Place? You Call Them Wonderful? And How About Hunger And Pollution? That Aint So Wonderful Either." Well How About Listening To Old Pops For A Minute. Seems To Me, It Aint The World That's So Bad But What We're Doin' To It. And All I'm Saying Is, See, What A Wonderful World It Would Be If Only We'd Give It A Chance. Love Baby, Love. That's The Secret, Yeah. If Lots More Of Us Loved Each Other, We'd Solve Lots More Problems. And Then This World Would Be A Gasser.