All The World Loves A Clown.

It Was Great Fun, But It Was Just One Of Those Things.

My Sole Inspiration Is A Telephone Call From A Director.

Now: Heaven Knows, Anything Goes.

Every Time I Look Down On This Timeless Town Whether Blue Or Gray Be Her Skies. Whether Loud Be Her Cheers Or Soft Be Her Tears, More And More Do I Realize: I Love Paris In The Springtime. I Love Paris In The Fall. I Love Paris In The Winter When It Drizzles, I Love Paris In The Summer When It Sizzles. I Love Paris Every Moment, Every Moment Of The Year. I Love Paris, Why, Oh Why Do I Love Paris? Because My Love Is Near.

All The World Loves A Clown.