Frankly, I confess.
I'm as worried as I can be.
For it seems my memory's ailing,
failing me
Though I can retain
any old refrain,
lyrics leave me flat somehow
Like a song that I'm perplexed by,
vexed by now
Just a little tune I heard in a show,
so easy to croon.
Now how does it go?
Tum -tah -dum -tah -dum,
that's all I can hum.
I never can think of the words.
It has a catchy little strain,
keeps haunting me,
and goes through my brain.
Now wait, let me see.
Vo -de -o -do -do, that's all I know.
I never can think of the words.
Is n't it too bad?
It's driving me mad.
I can't think of a line.
Let's see, what is it about a moon
or something in June?
Oh dear, how absurd,
I can't think of a single word.
Wait a minute, wait a Teddy, I recall.
I knew it would come.
Damn it all, now isn't that dumb.
Oh hell, I give it up,
cause I never can think of the words
Last week in Paris,
I had some young Frenchman I met
And he said to me,
now what was it he said, I forget
Je l 'ai, je l 'ou, je...
I never can think of the words
Then he took me out to dine
in some lovely cafe
I can't think of the name,
but it was in the Rue de la Paix.
An d we had,
what was it we had?
Something French with a filter pitch.
I never can think of the words.
And then we took a walk,
just to have a little talk.
Funny, I can't remember
where it was we went.
Oh yes, yes, yes, we reached a park,
and when we got to where it was dark,
he put his hand here,
and he whispered in my ear,
Of course, I didn't get what he said,
but what he meant, I saw.
And did I give that Frenchman
a sock in the jaw?
Then he said something about bully -foo,
bully -foo,
whatever he bullied for, he
didn't get.
Cause I never could think of a verse.