[ Featuring Joe Bova ]
Well, who's the lucky man?
Hey, nonny, nonny, is it you?
Hey, nonny, nonny, nonny, no
Hey, nonny, nonny, is it you?
Hey, nonny, nonny, nonny, no
Hey, nonny, nonny, is it you
Or you, or you, or you, or-
Nonny, nony, neeny, nonny, nony, nonny, noony
No, no, no
Someone's being bashful
That's no way to be, not with me
Can't you see that I am just as embarrassed as you?
And I can understand your point of view
I've always been shy
I confess it, I'm shy
Can't you guess that this confident air
Is a mask that I wear 'cause I'm shy?
And you may be sure
Way down deep I'm demure
Though some people I know might deny it
At bottom I'm quiet and pure
I'm aware that it's wrong to be meek as I am
My chances may pass me by
I pretend to be strong, but as weak as I am
All I can do is try, God knows I try
Though I'm frightened and shy
And despite the impression I give
I confess that I'm living a lie
Because I'm actually terribly timid, and horribly shy
Though a lady may be dripping with glamour
As often as not she will stumble and stammer
When suddenly confronted with romance
And she's likely to fall on her face
When she's finally face to face with a pair of pants
Quite often the lady's not as hard-to-please as she seems
Quite often she'll settle for something less than the man of her dreams
I'm goin' fishing for a mate
She's goin' fishing for a mate
I'm gonna look in every brook
She's gonna look in every brook
But how much longer must I wait
With baited breath and hook?
Oh, that was wonderful
And that is why
Though I'm painfully shy
I'm insane to know
Which sir? You sir?
Not I, sir
Then who, sir?
Where, sir and when, sir?
I couldn't be tenser
So let's get this done, man
Get on with the fun, man
I am one man
The lady's one man, shy
