Let's Face The Music And Dance.

The World Would Not Be In Such A Snarl, Had Marx Been Groucho Instead Of Karl.

The Song Is Ended, But The Melody Lingers On.

There Is An Element Of Truth In Every Idea That Lasts Long Enough To Be Called Corny.

When I'm Worried And I Can't Sleep I Count My Blessings Instead Of Sheep.

It's February The 22ndand I Can't Tell A Lie.