But I'm always true to you, darlin' in my fashion, / Yes I'm always true to you, darlin' in my way.

Birds do it, bees do it, / Even educated fleas do it, / Let's do it, let's fall in love. / The ancient Romans and Greeks did it / Even nice young men who sell antiques do it, / Let's do it, let's fall in love.

Take some skins, / Jazz begins, / Take a bass / Steady pace, / Take a box, / One that rocks, / Take a blue horn New Orleans-born. / Take a stick / With a lick, / Take a bone, / Dixie-grown, / Take a spot, / Cool and hot, / Now you has jazz jazz jazz, jazz, jazz.

Oh, give me land, lots of land under starry skies above, / Don't fence me in. / I want to ride to the ridge where the West commences. / Gaze at the moon till I lose my senses, / Can't look at hobbles and I can't stand fences, / Don't fence me in.

Oh, give me land, lots of land under starry skies above, / Don't fence me in. / Let me ride through the wide-open country that I love, / Don't fence me in.

We open in Venice, / We next play Verona, / Then on to Cremona. / Lotsa laughs in Cremona.

I get awful gloomy / You mean, very gloomy / Very gloomy, now and then, in this town / 'Cause it's always so hard / To find a real pard / Who'll play in your yard / When you're down / But since the talk, you and me / I mean, you and I have had / I've got a good friend, I see / Well, I'm not so very bad

My sole inspiration is a telephone call from a producer.

When our love was a tune that we couldn't soon forget / As I kiss your cheek, we don't have to speak / The violins, like a choir, express the desire / We used to know not long ago.

Here am I with you in a world of blue / And we're dancing to the tango we loved when first we met / While the music plays, we recall the days.