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?

I love Paris in the summer, when it sizzles.

All the world loves a clown.

It was great fun, But it was just one of those things.

Be like the bluebird who never is blue, For he knows from his upbringing what singing can do

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.

He may have hair upon his chest but, sister, so has Lassie.