Bute Not for Me - Milt Jackson, Джордж Гершвин

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