[FANNY]
I add two and two, the most simple addition
Then swear that the figures are lying
I'm a much better comic than mathematician
'Cause I'm better on stage than at intermission
And as far as the man is concerned
If I've been burned
I haven't learned

I know he's around
When the sky and the ground start in ringing
I know that he's near
By the thunder I hear in advance
His words, his words alone
Are the words that can start my heart singing
And his is the only music that makes me dance

He'll sleep and he'll rise
In the light of two eyes that adore him
Bore him it might
But he won't leave my sight for a glance
In every way, every day, I need less of myself
And need more him, more him
'Cause his is the only music that makes me dance
'Cause his is the only music that makes me dance