George speaking:Hey Frances, I don't know about you butI kinda need

Don't make me beg for your kissesBeg for your tender embraceI

I reached the age of forty somewhat sooner than expectedLiving at

There will be another song for meFor I will sing itThere

Love laughs at a king, kings don't mean a thing on

summer smiles, the summer knows, and unashamed, she sheds

(Feelin' kinda Sunday, feelin' kinda Sunday, feelin' kinda Sunday)(Feelin' kinda Sunday,

you're alone and life is making you lonelyYou can

I was seventeenIt was a very good yearIt was

Moon River, wider than a mileI'm crossin' you in style somedayOh,

My thoughts go back to a heavenly danceA moment of bliss

in touch with that sundown fellowAs he tiptoes across

Holding hands at midnight'Neath a starry skyNice work if you can

a day this has beenWhat a rare mood I'm

Where there is sunrise, there is Barbara, only Barbara clothes that

It's like singin' to empty tablesOr a gallery full of ghostsOr

I'm a fool to want youI'm a fool to want youTo

I'm a fool to want youI'm a fool to want youTo

a fool to want youI'm a fool to want

(Getting stoned on sunshine, getting high on air,)Getting to it naturally,