Moonlight.. . Oh in the Moonlight
Eyes bright . .
Our carpets are worn and all our curtains torn.
But
Chorus:
Good God, she's deadly delicious, camper than a holiday.
Front
The first thing I saw was the sun on your
No... No golden mile
Or flashing cameras, the ritzy style
(The patient): Oh Doctor, Doctor, soothe my aching knee.
Higher,
The scant applause and bar room bores had left him
I heard that you get tougher with every reel
The
The doctor said that a week in bed would certainly