JO: 
There are smiles that make us happy,
there are smiles that make us blue;
there are smiles that steal away the teardrops as the sunbeams steal away the dew.
(and, because I think that's too short to be a song, here's the rest that Judy DIDN't sing)
There are smiles that have a tender meaning that the eyes of love alone may see, 
and the smiles that fill my life with sunshine are the smiles that you give to me. 
(REPEAT)

It's a Long Way to Tupperary
JO: 
It's a long way to Tipperary, it's a long way to go. 
It's a long way to Tipperary, to the sweetest girl I know...

Pack Up Your Troubles in Your Old Kit-bag (and smile, smile, smile)

JO: 
Pack up your troubles in your old kit-bag and smile, smile, smile. 
While you've a lucifer (that's a friction match, not the devil) 
to light your fag (and that is a cigarette) smile, 
boy's, thats the style. 
What's the use in worrying? 
It never was worthwhile, 
so pack up your troubles in your old kit-bag and smile, smile, smile.