Chorus 1: 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 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 his kiss,
I guess he’s not for me.
Chorus 2: He’s knocking on a door, but not for me.
He’ll plan a two by four, but not for me.
I know that love’s a game; I’m puzzled, just the same,
Was I the moth or flame? I’m all at sea.
It all began so well, but what an end!
This is the time a feller needs a friend,
When ev’ry happy plot ends with the marriage knot.
But there’s no knot for me.