| Well I hope that I don’t fall in love with you | 
| 'Cause falling in love just makes me blue, | 
| Well the music plays and you display your heart for me to see, | 
| I had a beer and now I hear you calling out for me | 
| And I hope that I don’t fall in love with you. | 
| Well the room is crowded, people everywhere | 
| And I wonder, should I offer you a chair? | 
| Well if you sit down with this old clown, take that frown and break it, | 
| Before the evening’s gone away, I think that we could make it, | 
| And I hope that you don’t fall in love with me. | 
| Well the night does funny things inside a man | 
| These old tom-cat feelings you don’t understand, | 
| Well I turn around and look at you, you light a cigarette, | 
| I wish I had the guts to bum one, but we’ve never met, | 
| And I hope that I don’t fall in love with you. | 
| I can see that you are lonesome just like me, and it being late, | 
| You’d like some some company, | 
| Well I turn around and look at you, and you look back at me, | 
| The guy you’re with has up and split, the chair next to you’s free, | 
| And I hope that you don’t fall in love with me. | 
| Now it’s closing time and the music’s fading out | 
| Last call for drinks, I’ll have another stout. | 
| Well I turn around to look for you, you’re nowhere to be found, | 
| I search the place for your lost face, guess I’ll have another round | 
| And I think that I just fell in love with you. |