Rod Stewart Follow

(George and Ira Gershwin)

Old Man Sunshine, listen, you,

Never tell me dreams come true,

Just try it, and I'll start a riot,

Oprah Winfrey don't you dare,

Ever tell me she 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, lackaday!

Although I can't dismiss

The memory of her kiss

I guess

She's not for me

It all began so well

But what an end

This is the time

A fellow needs a friend

The climax of the plot

Should be a marriage knot

But there's

No knot for me

Although I can't dismiss

The memory of her kiss

I guess

She's not for me