Yesterday we were gayI was high on a rainbow, but now

In me you see a man aloneHeld by the habit of

can just about get through the dayBut the night

I may not have a thing at allExcept for

tales can come true, it can happen to youIf

I wanna be around to pick up the pieces when somebody

I wonder what he'll think of meI guess he'll call me

night is the loneliest night of the week'Cause that's the

Be wise, be smart, behave, my heartDon't upset your cart when

Spoken:A tune from Cole Porter perhaps. Now there's a guy who

of the border, down Mexico wayThat's where I fell

at yourself, if you had a sense of humorYou would

Here I go againI hear those trumpets blow againAll aglow againTaking

The music stoppedBut we were still dancingWhich goes to showThat music

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

God rest you merry, gentlemenLet nothing you dismayRemember Christ our SaviorWas

Here we go, take oneGo through it fast, like dizzyHere we

didn't know what time it wasThen I met youOh, what

a fool to want youI'm a fool to want

Usually in the morning I'm filled with sweet belongingAnd everything is