They're writing songs of love, But not for me; The lucky star's above, But not for me. With love to lead the way, I've found more skies of gray Than any Russian play Could guarantee. I was a fool to fall And get that way. Heigh ho! Alas! And also, lackaday! Although I can't dismiss The mem'ry of her kissĄ I guess she's not for me. It all began so well, But what an end! This is the time a fella needs a friend When every happy plot Ends with a the marriage knot But there's no knot for me.
