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 grey
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 memory of her kiss,
I guess she's not for me.
(Instrumental)
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 grey
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 memory of her kiss,
I guess she's not for me.