Oh The Sound Of The Thing Is Not A Ring It's More Like A Pleasant Purr
And The Only Sound I Hear At Night Is The Sound Of My Purring Air-conditioner
The Air Is Pure And Dehumidified Thermostatically Controlled
Now I Have No Desire To Perspire And That's How Progress Goes
But The Sound Of Their Singing Thrilled Me As Distantly But Clearly It Rang
Though I Never Saw Their Faces And Never Knew Their Names
And The Gentle Breeze Brought Sweet Dreams Of Sweethearts That I Never Saw
Who Sang You Are My Sunshine In Newport Arkansas