Tekster:
Bolton Michael Bolton Swings Sinatra

Fly me to the moon Let me play among the stars Let me see what spring is like On a-Jupiter and Mars In other words, hold my hand In other words, baby

That's life, that's what all the people say You're riding high in April, shot down in May But I know I'm gonna change that tune When I'm back on top,

My funny Valentine, sweet comic Valentine You make me smile with my heart Your looks are laughable, unphotographable Yet you're my favourite work of art

You go to my head and you linger like a haunting refrain And I find you spinning 'round in my brain Like the bubbles in a glass of champagne You go to

Night and day, you are the one Only you beneath the moon or under the sun Whether near to me or far It's no matter, darling, where you are I think of

The summer wind, came blowin' in From across the sea It lingered there to touch your hair And walk with me All summer long we sang a song And then we

: Fly me to the moon Let me play among the stars Let me see what spring is like On a-Jupiter and Mars In other words, hold my hand In other words, baby

: You go to my head and you linger like a haunting refrain And I find you spinning 'round in my brain Like the bubbles in a glass of champagne You go

: That's life (that's life), that's what all the people say You're ridin' high in April, shot down in May But I know I'm gonna change that tune When