They're writing songs of love, but not for me
A lucky star's above, but not for me
With love to lead the way
I've 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, lack-a-day!
Although I can't dismiss the mem'ry of her kiss
I guess she's not for me

I was a fool to fall and get that way
Heigh-ho! Alas! And also, lack-a-day!
Although I can't dismiss the mem'ry of her kiss
I guess she's not for me