That old black magic has me in its spell, That old black magic that you weave so well; Icy fingers up and down my spine, The same old witchcraft when your eyes meet mine.

She's nobody's fool so I'm playing it cool as can be. I'll give it a whirl but I ain't for no girl catching me.

Come rain or come shine.

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

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

Arthur Murray taught me dancing in a hurry.

Don't mess with Mister Inbetween.