Mimi Glossop: [singing] Beautiful music... Dangerous rhythm... It's something daring, The Continental. A way of dancing that's really 'entre nous'. It's very subtle, The Continental, because it does what you want it to do. It has a passion, The Continental. An invitation to moonlight and romance. It's quite the fashion, The Continental, because you tell of your love while you dance. Your lips whisper so tenderly. Her eyes answer your song. Two bodies swaying, The Continental, and you are saying just what you're dreaming of. So keep on dancing, The Continental. For it's a song of romance and of love. You kiss while you're dancing... The Continental, it's continental. You sing while you're dancing. Your voice is gentle and sentimental. You stroll together arm in arm. You non-challantly glide along with grace and charm. You will find while you're dancing that there's a rhythm in your heart and soul -- a certain rhythm that you can't control and you will do the Continental all the time.

Connie Martin: [singing] Get thee behind me, Satan I want to resist. But the moon is low and I can't say "No". Get thee behind me. Get thee behind me, Satan I mustn't be kissed. But the moon is low and I may let go. Get thee behind me. Someone I'm mad about Is waiting in the night for me. Someone that I mustn't see. Satan, get thee behind me. He promised to wait. But I won't appear and he may come here. Satan, he's at my gate. Get thee behind me. Stay where you are. It's too late..

Connie Martin: [singing] The moon is high, the sky is blue. And here am I, but where are you? A night like this was meant for two. And I am here, but where are you? Have you forgotten the night that we met? With so much to remember how could you forget? The dreams I dream have yet to come true. My dreams and I are here, but where are you?

Bake Baker: [singing] I've been a roaming Romeo. My Juliet's have been many. But now my roaming days have gone. Too many irons in the fire is worse than not having any. I've had my share and from now on... I'm putting all my eggs in one basket. I'm betting everything I've got on you. I'm giving all my love to one baby. Heaven help me if my baby don't come through. I've got a great big amount saved up in my love account. Honey, and I've decided, love divided in two won't do. So I'm putting all my eggs in one basket. I'm betting everything I've got on you.

Sherry Martin: [singing] I'm putting all my eggs in one basket. I'm betting everything I've got on you. I'm giving all my love to one baby. Heaven help me if my baby don't come through. I've tried to love more than one, finding it just can't be done. Honey, there's one I lie to when I try to be true to two. So I'm putting all my eggs in one basket. I'm betting everything I've got on you.

Sherry Martin: [singing] As you listen to the band don't you get a bubble? As you listen to them play don't you get a glow? If you step out on the floor you'll forget your trouble. If you go into your dance you'll forget your woe. So come get together. Let the dance floor feel your leather. Step as lightly as a feather. Let yourself go. Come hit the timber. Loosen up and start to limber. Can't you hear that hot marimba? Let yourself go. Let yourself go. Relax. And let yourself go. Relax. You've got yourself tied up in a knot. The night is cold but the music's hot. So come cuddle closer. Don't you dare to answer "No, sir". Butcher, banker, clerk and grocer. Let yourself go.

Peter P. Peters: Things have come to a pretty pass. Our romance is growing flat, for you like this and the other, while I go for this and that. Goodness knows what the end will be -- oh, I don't know where I'm at... It looks as if we two will never be one. Something must be done...You say either and I say eyether, you say neither and I say nyther; Either, eyether, neither, nyther! Let's call the whole thing off! You like potato and I like potatoe, You like tomato and I like tomatoe. Potato, potatoe, tomato, tomatoe! Let's call the whole thing off! But oh! If we call the whole thing off, then we must part. And oh! If we ever part, then that might break my heart! So, if you like pajamas and I like pyjahmas, I'll wear pajamas and give up pyjahmas. For we know we need each other, so we better call the calling off off. Let's call the whole thing off! You say laughter and I say lawfter. You say after and I say awfter. Laughter, lawfter, after, awfter! Let's call the whole thing off! You like vanilla and I like vanella. You, say s'parilla and I say s'parella. Vanilla, vanella, chocolate, strawberry! Let's call the whole thing off! But oh! If we call the whole thing off, then we must part. And oh! If we ever part, then that might break my heart! So, if you go for oysters and I go for ersters. I'll order oysters and cancel the ersters. For we know we need each other, so we better call the calling off off! Let's call the whole thing off!

Peter P. Peters: Our romance won't end on a sorrowful note, though by tomorrow you're gone. The song is ended, but as the songwriter wrote, the melody lingers on. They may take you from me, I'll miss your fond caress, but though they take you from me, I'll still possess... The way you wear your hat. The way your sip your tea. The memory of all that. No, no, they can't take that away from me. The way your smile just beams. The way you sing off key. The way you haunt my dreams. No, no, they can't take that away from me. We may never, never meet again on the bumpy road to love -- still, I'll always, always keep the memory of... The way you hold your knife. The way we danced till three. The way you changed my life. No, no, they can't take that away from me. No, they can't take that away from me. We may never, never meet again on the bumpy road to love -- still, I'll always, always keep the memory of... The way you hold your knife. The way we danced till three. The way you changed my life. No, no, they can't take that away from me No, they can't take that away from me. Can't take that away from me

Peter P. Peters: The odds were a hundred to one against me. The world thought the heights were too high to climb. But people from Missouri never incensed me. Oh, I wasn't a bit concerned. For from hist'ry I had learned how many, many times the worm had turned... They all laughed at Christopher Columbus when he said the world was round. They all laughed when Edison recorded sound. They all laughed at Wilbur and his brother when they said that man could fly. They told Marconi Wireless was a phony. It's the same old cry. They laughed at me wanting you. Said I was reaching for the moon. But oh, you came through. Now they'll have to change their tune. They all said we never could be happy. They laughed at us and how! But ho, ho, ho! Who's got the last laugh now? They all laughed at Rockefeller Center. Now they're fighting to get in. They all laughed at Whitney and his cotton gin. They all laughed at Fulton and his steamboat, Hershey and his chocolate bar. Ford and his Lizzie kept the laughers busy. That's how people are. They laughed at me wanting you. Said it would be, "Hello, Goodbye." But oh, you came through. Now they're eating humble pie. They all said we'd never get together. Darling, let's take a bow For ho, ho, ho! Who's got the last laugh? Hee, hee, hee! Let's at the past laugh. Ha, ha, ha! Who's got the last laugh now?"

Dorothy: Somewhere Over The Rainbow, Bluebirds fly. Birds fly Over The Rainbow. Why then, oh why can't I? If happy little bluebirds fly beyond the rainbow, why oh why cant I?