| Opening Lyrics | Song |
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| Some people stay far away from the door | |
| All the waiters in your grand cafe | |
| Listen boy, don't want to see you let a good thing slip away | |
| Come out Virginia, don't let me wait | |
| We met as soulmates, on Paris Island | |
| It's nine o'clock on a Saturday | |
| She can kill with a smile | |
| Well, you went uptown riding in your limousine | |
| What's the matter with the clothes I'm wearing? | |
| They say that these are not the best of times | |
| Harry Truman, Doris Day, Red China, Johnny Ray | |
| A bottle of white, a bottle of red | |
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