wait for the times. . . . (*) Who's saying maybe. . That don't mean a thing". . 'Cause nowadays Clancy can't even sing. . Sing, sing. . . . Who's all hung-up on that happiness thing
Any minute the 5 o'clock crowd will be coming, taps'll be flowing with. Beer. The cigarette smoke is soon to be risin' and at 5 30 Clancy gets here. She knows all their faces she's practically
