*** your coat and *** your hat baby. Leave your worries on the doorstep. Just direct your feet. On the sunny side of the street Can't you hear that pitter-pat there?. That happy tune is yours now.
I've got the blues, I feel so lonely. I'd give the world if I could only. Make you understand. It truly would be grand. I'm gonna telephone my baby. Ask him won't you please come home. Oh, when
Now, I'm no millionaire but I'm not the type to care. 'Cause I've got a pocketful of dreams. It's my universe, even with an empty purse. 'Cause I've got a pocketful of dreams. . Wouldn't take the
Pale moon shining on the fields below. Folks are crooning songs soft and low. Needn't tell me so because I know. It's sleepy time down south. Soft winds blowing through the pinewood trees. Folks
My story is much too sad to be told. But practically everything leaves me totally cold. The only exception I know is the case. When I'm out on a quiet spree. Fighting vainly the old ennui. And I
(Dig. Man - there goes Mack the Knife) (Horn. . Solo) Oh. . the, shark has pretty teeth dear, And. he shows them pearly, white Just. a jackknife has MacHeath dear, And. he keeps it out of sigh