Theyre writing songs of love, but not for me A lucky stars above, but not for me With love to lead the way Ive found more clouds of grey Than any Russian play could guarantee I was a fool to fall and get that way Heigh ho, alas, and also lackaday Although I cant dismiss the memory of her kiss I know shes not for me It all began so well, but what an end This is the time a feller needs a friend Although I cant dismiss the memory of her kiss Im so well aware shes not for me
dismiss, although, lackaday, heigh, feller