entre um ano para esquecer e outro para ansiar

intrometeu-se, sem convite, o jovem thomas...

when the hawk's in the kitchen and the sirens in bloom

and the losers have been swept from the gin mills

hello sucker, merry christmas and a happy new year

thirty fourth street good tidings to you

and will you meet me in paradise alley tonight

we'll leave town in a bottle of whiskey

and come on, you old scarecrow, and be a wheel, not a lamppost

just put a saddle on a wishbone, and you're halfway there...