a fool to want youI'm a fool to want

yourself a merry little ChristmasLet your heart be lightFrom

I miss the thrill of grammar school romancesI miss the junior

And there used to be a ballpark where the field was

(Whatever happened to Christmas, ah)Whatever happened to Christmas? It's gone and

in the night exchanging glancesWondering in the night, what

Writer(s): Wilder/EngvickThat year in Oakland HighWhen I was seventeenThe grass from

they had to have something newA dance to do

fingers in my hairThat sly come-hither stareThat strips my conscience

in touch with that sundown fellowAs he tiptoes across

in New YorkWhy does it seem so invitingAutumn in

New York, New YorkOr a village in IowaThe only difference is

wants to be a flashy flunkies

got the world on a stringSitting on a rainbowGot the

is hereWhy doesn't my heart go dancing?Spring is hereWhy

you knew SusieLike we know SusieOh, oh, oh, what a

Do I worry 'cause you're stepping outDo I worry 'cause you've

Love laughs at a kingKings don't mean a thingOn the street

Let's forget about tomorrowLet's forget about tomorrowLet's forget about tomorrow forTomorrow

Pretend there is no silence, alone in your apartmentDon't notice things