{SPOKEN} To the great music of his brother, George Gershwin Someday she'll come along, the girl I love Her smile will be a song, the girl I love And when she comes my way I'll do my best to make her stay I'll look at her and smile She'll understand And in a little while I'll take her hand And though it seems absurd I know we both won't say a word Maybe I will meet her Sunday Maybe Monday, maybe not But I'm sure I'll meet her one day Maybe Tuesday will be my good news day I'll build a little home, just meant for two From which we'll never roam; Who would, would you? And so all else above I'm waiting for the girl I love Someday she'll come along, the girl I love Her smile will be a song, the girl I love When she comes my way I'll do my best to make her stay {piano solo} Douglas? {ba** solo} Clayton! {drum solo} I'll build a little home, just meant for two From which we'll never roam; Who would, would you? So all else above I'm waiting for the girl The girl I love!