[Verse 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

[Verse 2]
I was a fool to fall and get that way
Hi-ho, alas, and also lackaday
Although I can't dismiss
The memory of his kiss
I guess he's not for me

[Trumpet Solo]

[Verse 2]
I was a fool to fall and get that way
Hi-ho, alas, and also lackaday
Although I can't dismiss
The memory of his kiss
I guess he's not for me