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.

I'm a cowboy who never saw a cow.

Once upon a time the world was sweeter than we knew. Everything was ours; how happy we were then, but then once upon a time never comes again.

Things never are as bad as they seem.

Too marvelous for words.

You must write for the waste basket.

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