Don't mess with Mister Inbetween.

Arthur Murray taught me dancing in a hurry.

The falling leaves drift by the window The autumn leaves of red and gold.... I see your lips, the summer kisses The sunburned hands, I used to hold Since you went away, the days grow long And soon I'll hear ol' winter's song. But I miss you most of all my darling, When autumn leaves start to fall.

It takes more talent to write music, but it takes more courage to write lyrics.

Day in, day out. That same old voodoo follows me about.

You must have been a beautiful baby, 'Cos baby just look at you now.

When the sweet talkin's done, a man is a two face, a worrisome thing who'll leave you to sing the blues in the night.