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

a fool to want youI'm a fool to want

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

lean baby, tall and thinFive feet seven of bones

The night is bitterThe stars have lost their glitterThe winds grow

She says she's sleeping wellShe says she's lost some weightShe says

I wouldn't trade Christmas, no, no, never would IWouldn't trade Christmas,

Whenever it's early twilightI watch 'til a star breaks throughFunny, it's

in touch with that sundown fellowAs he tiptoes across

It happened in MontereyA long time agoI met her in MontereyIn

creepersWhere'd you get those peepers?Jeepers creepersWhere'd you get those

I don't know why I should cry over youSigh over you,

AbnerDon't marry that galEven though she's nice as she

I offer you the moon set in a summer skyThat is

Fly me to the moonLet me play among the starsLet me

For every man there's a womanFor every life there's a planAnd

you met Miss Jones?Someone said as we shook handsShe

believe, I believeI believe in wishing wellsBut I also believe

Is this the way our romance endsI got the message when

With and stoned on sunshine, getting high on