It's February The 22ndand I Can't Tell

I'm Dreaming Of A White Christmas, Just Like The Ones I Used To Know.

A Pretty Girl Is Like A Melody. That Haunts You Night And Day.

There's No Business Like Show Business.

Got No Checkbooks, Got No Banks. Still I'd Like To Express My Thanks - I've Got The Sun In The Mornin' And The Moon At Night.

I Long To Be Out In The Sun With No Work To Be Done.