You ask me what I want to do tonight I say, Honey take me out on the town But when we get to browsin' Where we'll do our carousin' We always seem to have a break down... Why quibble about where to dine? You know I love haute cuisine Why read me all the movie listings When you know I prefer the opera scene Let's simplify things Lose all the complications Let's simplify things Clear up our situation The tit for tat about this and that Baby, it ruins my day Let's simplify things Let's do things my way You want to go and play the ponies, I'd rather put on a ball gown You try to persuade me When you know it just makes me Want a girls' night with no men around Why quibble about train or taxi? I desire a hansom cab Why groan about the princely prices I know that you want to pick up the tab chorus I just want to make you blissful Want to give you one big kissful And there is just one thing, Baby I would like you to do for me… Let's simplify things Lose all the complications Let's simplify things Clear up our situation No more tit for tat about this or that Baby, you’ll make my day Let's simplify things Yes, simplify things Let’s simplify things Let's do things my way

In the hour after darkness falls, Wait, quiet under cathedral walls. If you turn your eyes up to the sky, You may chance to see the gargoyle fly Misty shadows and moonbeams Children fill the night with dreams Stone eyes will sparkle Spreading wings under starlight I’ve seen them fly You have a cathedral heart inside Vaults where love can soar in song and light On the walls the gargoyle stands its guard Silently watching over your heart In the hour after darkness falls I waited under your cathedral walls When I turned my eyes up to your sky I saw the wings, I saw the gargoyle fly Misty shadows and moonbeams We could fill the night with dreams Sad eyes would sparkle Spreading wings under starlight And we could fly

Today, a cautionary tale - the secret life and death of Happy Stanley. Not the same Stanley you know. Not the Stanley anybody knows. On the other hand — we all have the acquaintance of someone like Stanley, we just don’t know it. Should you try to learn if this little story was fact or fiction, you would find that there is no witness willing to testify. But, I am quite certain it’s all true. Happy Stanley always so polite Turn a cheek, never put up a fight Unremarkable from shoes to hat Frequently mistaken for an old doormat But Stanley was happy in a secret life Like Walter Mitty his mind took flight A limousine, a body guard to drive Mastermind behind imaginary crimes He’s a wise guy, those who mess with him They get what they’ve got comin’ to them But Stanley wouldn’t want another soul to know He just wears a smile and doesn’t let it show Takes good care that he don’t give it away Don’t let it see the light of day He’d hate to contemplate Just what the neighbors would say Consider Stanley, in his company coveralls. You see a meek man sweeping the halls. You don’t see the real Stanley at all. Because Stanley lives in a world of his mind, where he’s a man of grit, steel, and spine. A man who settles scores with anyone who’s crossed the line. Stanley’s boss is a condescending man always talking down to Stan, who smiles and tows the line…while an entirely different scenario is playing out in his mind. Stanley’s boss found stiff, cops mystified Stanley has an airtight alibi Pleasant dreams for Stanley His latest imaginary crime Everybody has a secret life A little Walter Mitty down deep inside Fancy romance or murder and mayhem But you would never guess it just looking at them Stanley was content lost in thought behind his broom, that is until Miss Evelyn peeked into the room. In Stanley’s Walter Mitty world they made a perfect bride and groom. And while Evelyn worked on the second floor, Stanley would linger in the corridor, because in his reverie she longed to see him at her door. But Evelyn did not care for Stanley’s attention. And though it was nothing she’d ever mention - Oh, to fantasize a creepy guy’s demise…that was her penchant Happy Stan found stiff, cops mystified No witnesses to testify Stanley’s on the business end Of this imaginary crime So if, my friend, you’ve got a secret life A little Walter Mitty down deep inside I think you better keep it locked up tight Better if you never let it out in the light