Red Beans And Ricely Yours.

I See Trees Of Green, Red Roses Too. I See Them Bloom For Me And You. And I Think To Myself What A Wonderful World. I See Skies Of Blue And Clouds Of White. The Bright Blessed Day, The Dark Sacred Night. And I Think To Myself What A Wonderful World

I've Got The World On A String.

There's Only Two Ways To Sum Up Music; Either It's Good Or It's Bad. If It's Good You Don't Mess About It, You Just Enjoy It.

Don't Do Nothing Halfway, Else You Find Yourself Dropping More Than Can Be Picked Up.

Jazz Is What I Play For A Living.