(George Gershwin - Ira Gershwin)


They're writing songs of love, but not for me

A lucky star's above, but not for me

With love to lead the way, I've found more clouds are grey

Than any Russian play could guarantee


I was a fool to fall and get that way

Heigh ho, alas, and also lack-a-day

Although I can't dismiss the memory of her kiss

I guess she's not for me


It all began so well, but what an end

This is the time a feller needs a friend

When every happy plot ends with a marriage knot

And there's no knot for me