All The Woulda-coulda-shouldas Layin' In The Sun,

G'bye, I'm Going Out To Play!

One Sister For Sale, One Sister For Sale, One Crying And Spying Young Sister For Sale I'm Really Not Kidding So Who'll Start The Bidding Do I Hear A Dollar? A Nickle? A Penny? Oh Isnt There Isnt There Isnt There Any One Person Who Will Buy This Sister For Sale This Crying Spying Old Young Sister For Sale.

Somebody Has To Go Polish The Stars, They're Looking A Little Bit Dull. Somebody Has To Go Polish The Stars, For The Eagles And Starlings And Gulls Have All Been Complaining They're Tarnished And Worn, They Say They Want New Ones We Cannot Afford. So Please Get Your Rags And Your Polishing Jars, Somebody Has To Go Polish The Stars.

I Was So Lucky That I Didn't Have Anyone To Copy, Be Impressed By. I Had Developed My Own Style, I Was Creating Before I Knew There Was A Thurber, A Benchley, A Price And A Steinberg. I Never Saw Their Work Until I Was Around Thirty.

The Bridge Will Only Take You Halfway There, To Those Mysterious Lands You Long To See. Through Gypsy Camps And Swirling Arab Fair, And Moonlit Woods Where Unicorns Run Free. So Come And Walk Awhile With Me And Share The Twisting Trails And Wondrous Worlds I've Known. But This Bridge Will Only Take You Halfway There. The Last Few Steps You Have To Take Alone.