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 guar - an - tee.
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.
She's knocking on a door, but not for me;
She'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 a moth or flame? I'm all at sea.
It all began so well but what an end!
This is the time a fellow needs a friend.
When ev'ry happy plot ends with a marriage knot
And there's no not for me.