In the bosom of Europa. Little Liza was caressed. By the music of the angels. Playing underneath her dress. She saw the Great Caruso. And that's when she fell in love. She'd think of him as Elvis. If she knew who Elvis was. Spinning round and round. You can hear her moan. She's all by herself. But she's not alone. Wonderful things happen to me. Whenever I sing that White Man's Melody. Wonderful wave - wash over me. Whenever I sing that White Man's Melody. By the shores of the Gitchee Goomee. She was floating on her bed. She was deaming of Al Jolson. And what she thought he said. He was looking in the mirror. He was putting on the paint. Said the hardest thing about this job. Is being what you ain't. Just an old white man. In a strange new world. Can you come out tonight. Little buffalo girl. Wonderful things happen to me. Whenever I sing that White Man's Melody. Wonderful wave - wash over me. Whenever I sing that White Man's Melody. From the loins of the Liberace. Sprang a million little tunes. And they whirled around Eliza. Like so many little moons. Every jewel held a secret. Every flourish held a clue. As he held her in a rapture. Singing I'll be seeing you. Wonderful things happen to me. Whenever I sing that White Man's Melody. Wonderful wave - wash over me. Whenever I sing that White Man's Melody.