I like New York in June,
How about you?
I like a Gershwin tune,
How about you?
A love a firesight when a storm is due.
I like potato chips, moonlights and motor trips,
How about you?
I'm mad about good books, can't get my fill,
And Franklin Roosevelt's looks give me a thrill,
Holding hands in the move show when all the lighta are low,
May not be new, but I like it,
How about you?
I love to dream of fame, maybe I'll shine,
I'd like to see your name right beside mine,
I can see were in harmony, looks like we both agree,
On what to do and I like it,
How about you?
Happy Birthday Mr. Hardy! Zing!
I sing for myself. I sing when I want, whenever I want to, just for me. I sing for my own pleasure. Do you understand that?
Updated On: 6/18/05 at 10:35 AM