Top Hit Records
- "Amor" recorded by
- Andy Russell
- Bing Crosby
- "And Her Tears Flowed Like Wine" by Stan Kenton
- "Artistry In Rhythm" by Stan Kenton
- "Besame Mucho" performed by
- Jimmy Dorsey
- Andy Russell
- "Cherry" by Harry James
- "D-Day" by Nat King Cole
- "Do Nothin' Till You Hear From Me" by Duke Ellington
- "Don't Fence Me In" by Bing Crosby & the Andrews Sisters
- "Don't Sweetheart Me" by Lawrence Welk
- "First Class Private Mary Brown" by Perry Como
- "G.I. Jive" by Louis Jordan
- "Goodnight Irene" by Leadbelly
- "A Hot Time In the Town of Berlin" by Bing Crosby & the Andrews Sisters
- "I Love You" performed by
- Bing Crosby
- Perry Como
- "I'll Be Seeing You" by Bing Crosby
- "I'll Get By" by Harry James
- "Long Ago" performed by
- Dick Haymes and Helen Forrest
- Bing Crosby
- Jo Stafford
- Perry Como
- "Is You Is or Is You Ain't" by The Andrews Sisters
- "It Could Happen To You" by Jo Stafford
- "It Had To Be You" by Dick Haymes and Helen Forrest
- "It's Love-Love-Love" by Guy Lombardo
- "Mairzy Doats" by Merry Macs
- "My Heart Tells Me" by the Casa Loma Orchestra
- "San Fernando Valley" by Bing Crosby
- "Saturday Night (Is the Loneliest Night of the Week)" by Frank Sinatra
- "Shoo-Shoo Baby" by The Andrews Sisters
- "Speak Low" by Guy Lombardo
- "Straighten Up and Fly Right" by Nat King Cole
- "Swinging on a Star" by Bing Crosby
- "(There'll Be A) Hot Time in the Town of Berlin" by The Andrews Sisters
- "The Trolley Song" by Judy Garland
- "Time Waits For No One" by Helen Forrest
- "You Always Hurt the One You Love" by The Mills Brothers
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