If You Ever Feel So Happy You

Every Time I Look Down On This Timeless Town Whether Blue Or Gray Be Her Skies. Whether Loud Be Her Cheers Or Soft Be Her Tears, More And More Do I Realize: I Love Paris In The Springtime. I Love Paris In The Fall. I Love Paris In The Winter When It Drizzles, I Love Paris In The Summer When It Sizzles. I Love Paris Every Moment, Every Moment Of The Year. I Love Paris, Why, Oh Why Do I Love Paris? Because My Love Is Near.

The World Admits Bears In Pits Do It, Even Pekingeses At The Ritz Do It, Let's Do It, Let's Fall In Love.

I Don't Know Anyone Who Sits Down To Write A Song Hit Except Irving Berlin. He Can't Help Writing Hits.

Good Authors, Too, Who Once Knew Better Words Now Only Use Four-letter Words Writing Prose... Anything Goes.

I Get No Kick From Champagne. Mere Alcohol Doesn't Thrill Me At All. So, Tell Me Why Should It Be True, That I Get A Kick Out Of You?