| I like to feel fancy free, |
| I like to live young, |
| I like the old merry-go-round. |
| I like to play lover |
| but don’t like to get stung, |
| I like my two feet on the ground. |
| I may date a girl nightly |
| and kiss her politely, |
| But will she get under my skin? |
| Well, My friends, it all depends |
| on the mood I’m In. |
| I like to hear opera |
| or I like to read Joyce, |
| I’m not the predictable kind. |
| Whatever the option is, |
| whatever the choice, |
| I like to make up my own mind. |
| If the choice were to break up |
| or kiss her and make up, |
| I’ll try not to lead with my chin. |
| But, my friends, it all depends |
| on the mood I’m in. |
| I may change, |
| who can tell? |
| I may suffer the pangs of remorse. |
| I may change |
| 'neath the spell |
| of that old irresistible force. |
| But I’m goin' the route single, |
| oh don’t look to find me |
| caught up in that marital spin. |
| Yet someday I may sight one |
| who looks like the right one, and |
| Waltz down the aisle with chagrin. |
| You see, my friends, |
| it all depends on the mood I’m in. |
| But I’m goin' the route single, oh don’t look to find me |
| caught up in that marital spin. |
| Yet someday I may sight one who looks like the right one, |
| and Waltz down the aisle with chagrin. |
| You see, my dears, believe it friends, |
| It all depends on the mood I’m in. |