By the time I get to Phoenix
Can't help falling in love
Fly me to the moon (In other words)
The girl from Ipanema (Garôta de Ipanema)
Green green grass of home
I left my heart in San Francisco
Na na hey hey kiss him goodbye
San Francisco (Be sure to wear some flowers in your hair)
Turn! turn! turn! (To everything there is a season)
Where have all the flowers gone?
Who can I turn to (when nobody needs me)
Yesterday, when I was young.