You make me nervous when I see you.
I cant imagine what its like to be you.

Its a mystery to me every day

And Ive got to get away.

I put a bet on with a bookie

For the race they put on over in kentucky.

Its lovely at this time of year, so they say

And Ive got to get away.

Im a dreamer, and you know

Im a schemer with an eye for a show.

Its my imagination when I get low

And the truth is I dont think Ill ever go.

When the musics playing, thats when it changes

And no longer do we seen like total strangers.

Its all those words which always get in the way

Of what you want to say.

When I wake up in the morning

I think it only fair to give you warning

I probably wont go away,

Ill more than likely stay.