You make me nervous when I see you
I can't imagine what it's like to be you
It's a mystery to me everyday
And I've got to get away
I put a bet on with a bookie
For the race they put on over in Kentucky
It's lovely at this time of year, so they say
And I've got to get away
But I'm a dreamer and you know
I'm a schemer with an eye for a show
It's my imagination when I get low
And the truth is I don't think I'll ever go