The Royal Bopsters - Lucky to Be Me Lyrics

Old Man Sunshine, listen you!
Never tell me,
Dreams come true!
Just try it and I'll start a riot.
Beatrice Fairfax, don't you dare
Ever tell me she will care
I'm certain it's the final curtain.
I never want to hear from any cheerful Pollyannas,
Who tell you fate supplies a mate
It's all bananas!

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 of gray
Than any Russian play could guarantee.

I was a fool to fall and get that way
Heigh ho! Alas! And also, lackaday!
Although I can't dismiss the mem'ry of his kiss,
I guess she's not for me.

Hey, baby, what's the word?
I heard you had checked me out.
I would say, Go!
In case you didn't know.
(The place so apropos.)

A little bird tweeted sweetly to me that I might just get lucky.
Kissin' isn't cheap and so I think
I don't know why I spend my money, honey,
On one who isn't for me.
They write songs, songs of love,
Not for me,

But I can't see why can't we
Sing two as one?
Making music,
Making up a new lick.
But all the while, wail with me, now that's the trick.
Let's get into it, baby.

(Scat..)

So, maybe love is for me.

(Scat)

Tell me do, lovin' true,
Is it made for me and you,
Or you gonna leave me blue?

It all began so well, but what an end!
This is the time a feller needs a friend,
When ev'ry happy plot ends with the marriage knot,
And there's no knot for me.