Oh, I Just Sing Like

I Suppose I Could Have Sat Back And Pitied Myself. For A Time I Wondered If I'd Ever Be Able To Go On To A Stage And Perform Again. After A Couple Of Weeks I Began To Feel I Could Fight My Way Back To Health If I Put My Mind To It. I Thought To Myself: 'pity Never Did Anybody Any Good. Go On. Patsy, Show 'em What You Can Do'

I've Become A Captive Of My Own Ambitions.

If I Made A List Of The People I Admire, Mom Would Probably Fill Up Half Of It. She Could Do Anything And Everything.

I Don''t Wanna Be Rich, Just Live Good.

I Could Spit Dust I'm So Mad. He Wants To Put Violins On My New Session. I'll Die Before I'll Go All The Way Pop.