- Patty Lane: [singing] I miss my home in the old gray west, where I grew up with leeway. / They say what happens for the best, my homestead's now a freeway. / Oop Diddle Diddle, Oop Diddle Diddle.
- Patty Lane: [singing] Oh, don't be afraid to clutch at fame, such a pleasant thing. / People come from the ends of the earth just to hear me sing.