It's good Isn't it grand? Isn't it great? Isn't it swell? Isn't it fun? Isn't it? Nowadays There's men Everywhere jazz, everywhere booze Everywhere life
Where am I going? And what will I find? What's in this grab bag That I call my mind? What am I doing Alone on the shelf? Ain't it a shame But no one'
Whether you are here or yonder Whether you are false or true Whether you remain or wander I'm growing fonder of you Even though your friends forsake
I've been courted and escorted by so many men As for fear of cold rejection, I've had none. There were avant-garde composers, Even 'dese and 'dem and '
a lazy river, how happy we will be, now Up a lazy river with me [Instrumental break] Up a lazy river by the old mill run That lazy, lazy river in the
drinks with mixed feelings all along the paint was peeling down to an indian blanket on a pony with no rider in the flesh and bone looking for his buffalo river
