I LEFT MY HEART IN SAN FRANCISCO   The loveliness of Paris   seems somehow sadly gay;   The glory that was Rome   is of another day. . .    I've been terribly alone   and forgotten in Manhattan  I'm going back   to my city by   the bay . . .   I Left My Heart In San Francisco   High on a hill, it calls to me  To be where little cable cars  Climb halfway to the stars  The morning fog may fill the air--  I don't care!  I Left My Heart In San Francisco  Beside the blue and windy sea . . .

I PUSHED MY MOUSE BEHIND THE PIANO    I've lost another plaything!  No wonder I am glum.  I seem to lose them all--  It's not because I'm dumb . . .  I know just where they are,  but what good does it do me?     Can't get them back --   Just because I lack   a thumb!. . .   I Pushed My Mouse Behind The Piano;   I pushed my ball beneath your chair.   And I suppose you'd like to know   Where all those earrings go --   Well, I've pushed them everywhere!   I don't care!   But my toy Mouse, Behind The Piano!    That's my idea of tragedy . . . .   [ etc. ]    Lyrics above copyright 2003 Brad Marshall