As I was walking through dusty streets, I heard some voices singing Old and familiar tunes, I heard their voices ringing Frankie Laine and Johnnie Ray, the old heart throbs singing Then my girlfriend she squoze my arm, She said, "Son, you must, you must be dreaming" Shangri-La is a million miles Away, you might see it on a clear blue day Over the hills and far away They're singing out Memories, sweet memories, let them flow down your way Open up your lonely heart, open up your doorway Frankie Laine and Johnnie Ray, the old heart throbs singing Then my girlfriend she squoze my arm, She said: "Son, you must, you must be dreaming"