[Part 1: Tribute to Show Business]

They don't write 'em like that, anymore
Not the way that they wrote 'em, before
They had...

Melodies that were strong
The kind of [?] to make you sing along
There was Irving Berlin at his best
There was Rodgers and Hart and the rest
Oh how my spirits soar to the Gershwin score
They don't write 'em like that anymore

They don't write 'em like that anymore
Not the way that they wrote 'em, before
Like [?], shine on harvest blue up in the sky
I ain't had no lover since
January, Febuary, June, Mary Lou!

[?] fabulous tunes
Like my mother and dad used to do
'til that lucky day
You know darn well, baby
I can give you anything but love

They don't write those songs from the heart
With the lyrics that tore you apart
Just friends, lovers no more
Just friends, not like before
Oh, and picture you upon my knee
I can't begin to tell you what they'd do to me
I get jealous, [?] and [?]
When I think of the songs they could sing

And people used to come from many miles away
Just to hear that fella by the bar [?] play
Those wonderful songs of yesterday

[Part 2: Daddy's Little Girl]
You're the end of the rainbow, my pot of gold
You're daddy's little girls, to have and hold
A precious gem is what you are
You're mommy's bright and shining star

You know you're the spirit of Christmas
My star on the tree
And you're the easter bunny
To mommy and to me

You know you're sugar, and you're spice
And you're everything nice
And you're daddy's little girls

[Part 3: California, Here I Come! / Tribute to Show Business Cont.]
California, here I come
Right back where I started from
[?]
Each morning at dawn and birds they sing everything
The sun is [?] and don't delay
That's why I can hardly wait

So [?]
The morning gates, California
Here I come!

They don't write 'em like that, anymore
Not the way that they wrote 'em, before
But I heard these songs a million times since way back when
There so good, I'd love to hear them all again

Because they just don't write 'em like that, anymore
No more!