Lyrics Frank Sinatra

Frank Sinatra

Sunny

Never comb your hair, sun-ny!

Leave the breez-es there, sun-ny!

Let your stock-ing fall down,

For shock-ing the town is all that you do.

Smil-ing all the while, tom-boy

Where'd you get your smile from boy?

Lit-tle sun-ny girl,

Be my hon-ey girl, I'm for you!