That I sing, but it'll be all right
Master one-nine-two-five-seven
Take one
Master one-nine-two-five-seven
Take two
I used to visit all the very gay places
Those come-what-may places
Where one relaxes on the axis of the wheel of life
Once more
Master number E one-nine-two-five seven
Take three
I used to visit all the very gay places
Those come-what-may places
Where one relaxes on the axis of the wheel of life
To get the feel of life from jazz and cocktails
The girls I knew had sad and sullen gray faces
With distingué traces
That used to be there, you could see there where they'd been washed away
By too many through the day, twelve o'clock tales
Then you came along with your siren song
To tempt me to madness
I thought for awhile that your poignant smile
Was tinged with the sadness
Of a great love for me
Oh yes, I was wrong
Again, I was wrong
Life is lonely again
And only last year
Everything seemed, hold it
It's not only tough enough, uh, with the way it is
But he's got some clydes in there
Ooh, yeah
Well, uh, holy mackerel there, how 'bout puttin' "Sleep Warm"
Yeah, alrighty now
Put this aside for a minute
Put it aside for about a year