Frank Loesser Quotes

A secretary is not a thing Wound by key, pulled by string. Her pad is to write in, And not spend the night in, If that's what you plan to enjoy.

I hear music Mighty fine music, The murmur of a morning breeze up there The rattle of the milkman on the stair Sure that's music.

When you see a guy reach for stars in the sky You can bet that he's doing it for some doll.

Somebody, somewhere Wants me and needs me And that's very wonderful to know.

Luck, be a lady tonight.

I string sounds together. But to string them I have to remember a bunch of old ones I heard somewhere and then juggle them into a new rhythm and shape.

How beautiful the days, They come and go.

Oh! to be loved by a man I respect, To bask in the glow of his perfectly understandable neglect.

But more I cannot wish you Than to wish you find your love Your own true love this day.

A secretary is not a toy.

Brother, do you know a nicer occupation, Matter of fact, neither do I, Than standing on the corner Watching all the girls go by?