Ray Bolger piosenki

I could while away the hours Conferrin' with the flowers, Consulting with the rain; And my head I'd be a scratchin' While my thoughts are busy hatchin' If I only had a brain. I'd unravel ev'ry riddle for my Individdle In trouble or in pain With the thoughts...

Listen all you chillunto that voodoo moan, There's a modern villunworser than that old boogie woogie, When that goofy critterspot your fancy clothes, He injects a jitter, Starts you dancing on a thousand toes, There he goes. Who's that hiding in the tree...