If I'm a guy who doesn't seem so merry, It's just because I'm so misunderstood. When I was young I ate a dictionary, And that did not do me a bit of good. For I've absorbed so many words and phrases— They drive me dizzy when I want to speak. I start explaining but each person gazes As if I spoke in Latin or in Greek.

The way you wear your hat, The way you sip your tea, The mem'ry of all that -- No, no! They can't take that away from me!

I got rhythm, I got music, I got my man- Who could ask for anything more?

The future of this nation, with the present generation, You must admit is nothing but a joke

What usually comes first is the contract.

I'm a little lamb who's lost in the wood.

Oh, lady be good To me.