You may not be the world's. Most beautiful, glittering glamorous star. But you're all in the world that I'll ever need. And I love you just as you are.
There's a swinging little place. On the outskirts of town. There's a rocking little band. That will have you jumping up and down-. You just grab your car and take a drive.
I still believe in Sunday as being a day of rest. And maybe it's because I'm an Irishman. That I like Dublin best. Still whose who are you to tell me I'm alright Fred.