All them weird chords which don't mean a thing...you got no melody to remember, and no beat to dance to

I see trees of green, red roses too. I see them bloom for me and you. And I think to myself what a wonderful world. I see skies of blue and clouds of white. The bright blessed day, the dark sacred night. And I think to myself what a wonderful world

If ya ain't got it in ya, ya can't blow it out.

At first it was just a misdemeanor, but then you lost the "mis-de" and you just got meaner and meaner.

When I go to the Gate, I'll play a duet with Gabriel. Yeah, we'll play 'Sleepy Time Down South' and 'Hello, Dolly!.' Then he can blow a couple that he's been playing up there all the time.

We all do 'do, re, mi,' but you have got to find the other notes yourself.

I got a simple rule about everybody. If you don't treat me right - shame on you.