April in Paris, chestnuts in blossom, holiday tables under the trees.
Ding-dong, the wicked witch is dead.
Follow the fellow who follows a dream.
Follow the yellow brick road.
Leave the atom alone.
The Lord made Adam, the Lord made Eve, he made 'em both a little bit naive.
There ought to be a law against necessity.
When I'm not near the girl I love, I love the girl I'm near.