Frank I was twenty-oneIt was a very good yearIt

The music she moves to, is music that makes me a

was Boston, I was VegasShe was crepe suzette, I

you're alone and life is making you lonelyYou can

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

Baubles, bangles, hear how they jing, jinga-lingaBaubles, bangles, bright shiny beadsSparkles,

We've got nothin', got nothin' in commonJust nothin' in commonMy darling,

What is there to write? What is there to say?Same things

love of mine goes on and onThough life is

A cigarette that bears a lipstick's tracesAn airline ticket to romantic

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

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

Don't worry 'bout meI'll get alongJust you forget about meBe happy,

Be careful, it's my heartIt's not my watch you're holding, it's

Love is funny or it's sadOr it's quiet or it's madIt's

Deck the halls with boughs of hollyFa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la'Tis the season to

Everybody has the right to be wrong at least onceEverybody has

Isn't she lovely, isn't she wonderful?Isn't she precious, less than one

It's funny how you loved meThen forgot so suddenlyIt's funny to

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