Say, it's only a paper moon, / Sailing over a cardboard sea.

Someday I'll wish upon a star.

The Lord made Adam, the Lord made Eve, he made 'em both a little bit naive.

They who meet on an April night are forever lost in love, if there's moonlight all about and there's no moon above.

When the idle poor, Become the idle rich, You'll never know, Just who is who, Or who is which.

When the melody touches your heart emotionally and the words hit your brain intellectually, more than likely you'll find you'll have an excellent song to sing.

Ding-dong, the wicked witch is dead.