'For what we are about to receive, Oh Lord 'tis Thee we thank,' said the cannibal as he cut a slice off the missionary's shank. |
April in Paris, chestnuts in blossom, holiday tables under the trees. |
Leave the atom alone. |
No matter how much I probe and prod I cannot quite believe in God, But, oh, I hope to God that He Unswervingly believes in me. |
O innocent victims of Cupid, Remember this terse little verse: To let a fool kiss you is stupid, To let a kiss fool you is worse. |
Say, it's only a paper moon, / Sailing over a cardboard sea. |
Words make you think a thought. Music makes you feel a feeling. A song makes you feel a thought. |
Words make you think a thought. Music makes you feel a feeling. A song makes you feel a thought. |
You're paid to stop a bullet. It's a soldier's job, they say. And so you stop your bullet, And then they stop your pay. |