| I’m a glum one
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| It’s explainable
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| I met someone
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| Unattainable
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| Life’s a bore
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| The world is my oyster no more
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| All the papers
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| Where I lead the news
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| With my capers
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| Now will spread the news
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| Superman
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| Turns out to be flash-in-the-pan
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| I’ve been around the world in a plane
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| Designed the latest IBM brain
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| But lately
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| I’m so downhearted
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| 'Cause I can’t get started with you
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| In Cincinatti
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| Or in Rangoon
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| I simply smile
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| And all the gals swoon
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| Their whims
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| I’ve more than just charted
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| But I can’t get started with you
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| O tell me why
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| Am I no kick to you
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| I who’d always stick to you
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| Fly through thin and thick to you
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| Tell me why I’m taboo
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| Each time I chanced
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| To see Franklin D
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| He always said
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| Hi buddy to me
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| And with queens
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| I’ve a la carted
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| But I can’t get started
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| With you |