Across the alley from the Alamo
Have I told you lately that I love you
How are things in Glocca Morra
I don't want to set the world on fire
I'm beginning to see the light
It's a grand night for singing
June is bustin' out all over
Last time I saw Paris, The
Nightingale sang in Berkeley Square, A
Oh, what a beautiful mornin'
People will say we're in love
Red roses for a blue lady
Saturday night is the loneliest night of the week
Shoo fly pie and apple pan dowdy
Surrey with the fringe on top, The
Things we did last summer, The
When you wish upon a star.
You'd be so nice to come home to