Lyrics Bute Not for Me - Milt Jackson, Джордж Гершвин

Bute Not for Me

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 he 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
Hi-ho, alas, and also lack-a-day
Although I can’t dismiss the memory of his kiss
I guess he’s not for me
I was a fool to fall and get that way
Hi-ho, alas, and also lack-a-day
Although I can’t dismiss the memory of his kiss