Verse:
Bluebird, Mr. Bluebird
I am feeling gay
I met a gal today
I believe that its love
Very sweet love
Oh, Bluebird, Mister Bluebird
What have you to say?
Will you sing for me today about romance?
He said “no!”
But I’ll sing you a song about the leaves on the trees
I’d even quote Socrates
I’d sing about the stars up above
But I won’t sing about love
I’d croon you a tune about riding the breeze
I’d even sing in Japanese
About my friend the dove
But never in the language of love...cause
My nest is empty
Just like my little coal-black heart
Since Miss Bluebird up and left me
I am all torn apart, oh!
I’d read Hammet’s book, the Falcon Maltese,
But not the one about the birds and the bees
Push can come to shove
I ain’t gonna sing about love
No!
I ain’t gonna sing about love
No
I ain’t gonna sing about
I aint gonna sing about
I’m through with it!
No more songs about love!
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