The Song Is Ended, But The Melody

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

There's No Business Like Show Business.

All Alone By The Telephone.

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

I'm Dreaming Of A White Christmas, Just Like The Ones I Used To Know, Where The Tree Tops Glisten And Children Listen To Hear Sleigh Bells In The Snow.