Nobody Wants To Phone Me, Even Collect.

Don't Hit The Person Across From You With Bits Of Toast, And Don't, When Dinner Is Nearly Through, Say 'who's The Host' It Isn't Done.

He May Have Hair Upon His Chest But, Sister, So Has Lassie.

Now: Heaven Knows, Anything Goes.

I Love Paris In The Summer, When It Sizzles.

Oh, Give Me Land, Lots Of Land Under Starry Skies Above. Don't Fence Me In. Let Me Ride Through The Wide Open Country That I Love Don't Fence Me In Let Me Be By Myself In The Evenin' Breeze And Listen To The Murmur Of The Cottonwood Trees Send Me Off Forever But I Ask You Please Don't Fence Me In