Bing Crosby
Bing Crosby & Rosemary Clooney
Victor Young & Bing Crosby
Bing Crosby
Bing Crosby
Bing Crosby
Bing Crosby
Judy Garland & Bing Crosby
Bing Crosby
Bing Crosby
Bing Crosby
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Bing Crosby
They're writing songs of love
But not for me
A lucky star's above
But not for me
With love to lead the way
I found more clouds of gray
Than any Russian play
Could guarantee
I was a fool to fall
And get that way
Hi-ho, alas
And also, lack-a-day
Although I can't dismiss
The memory of her kiss
I guess she's not for me
It all began so well
But what an end
This is the time
A fellow needs a friend
When every happy plan
Ends with a marriage knot
And there's no knot
For me