I used to visit all the very gay places
 Those come what may places
 Where one relaxes on the axis of the wheel of life
 To get the feel of life from jazz and cocktails

 The girls I knew had sad and sullen gray faces
 With distant gay traces
 That used to be there you could see
 Where they'd been washed away
 By too many through the day, twelve o'clock tales

 Then you came along with your siren song
 To tempt me to madness
 I thought for a while that your poignant smile
 Was tinged with the sadness of a great love for me

 Ah yes, I was wrong
 Again, I was wrong

 Life is lonely again
 And only last year everything seemed so sure
 Now life is awful again

 A troughful of hearts could only be a bore
 A week in Paris will ease the bite of it
 All I care is to smile in spite of it

 I?ll forget you, I will
 While yet you are still burning inside my brain
 Romance is mush, stifling those who strive
 I?ll live a lush life in some small dive

 And there I?ll be, while I rot
 With the rest of those whose lives are lonely, too