But Not For Me sing and play along

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.

Heighho! Alas!

And also, lacka day!

Although I can't dismiss the mem'ry of his kiss,

I guess he's not for me.