Everybody loves somebody sometime,
And although my dream was overdue,
Your love made it well worth waiting
For someone like you.
I'd sacrifice anything, come what might, for the sake of having you near.
In spite of a warning voice that comes in the night and repeats, repeats in my ear:
«Don't you know, little fool, you never can win.
Use your mentality, wake up to reality».
But each time that I do, just the thought of you makes me stop before I begin,
cause I've got you under my skin.
And all the monkeys aren't in the zoo
Every day you meet quite a few
So you see it's all up to you
You can be better than you are
You could be swingin' on a star.
Yes, there were times, I'm sure you knew
When I bit off more than I could chew.
But through it all, when there was doubt,
I ate it up and spit it out.
I faced it all and I stood tall;
And did it my way.
I've loved, I've laughed and cried.
I've had my fill; my share of losing.
And now, as tears subside,
I find it all so amusing.
A pig is an animal with dirt on his face
His shoes are a terrible disgrace
He ain't got no manners when he eats his food
He's fat and lazy and extremely rude
But if you don't care a feather or a fig
You may grow up to be a pig.
Strangers in the night, two lonely people
We were strangers in the night up to the moment
When we said our first «Hello!».
A mule is an animal with long funny ears
Kicks up at anything he hears
His back is brawny and his brain is weak
He's just plain stupid with a stubborn streak
And by the way, if you hate to go to school
You may grow up to be a mule.
Who wants to be a millionaire? I don't.
Have flashy flunkies everywhere? I don't.
Who wants the bother of a country estate?
A country estate is something I'd hate.
Who wants to wallow in champagne? I don't.
Who wants a supersonic plane? I don't.
Who wants a private landing feel through? I don't.
And I don't 'cause all I want is you.
Would you like to swing on a star
(Or would you like to swing on a star)
Carry moonbeams home in a jar
And be better off than you are
Or would you rather be a mule?
(Or would you rather be a pig?
Or would you rather be a fish?)
The autumn wind, and the winter winds — they have come and gone.
And still the days, those lonely days — they go on and on.
And guess who sighs his lullabies — through nights that never end...
My fickle friend, the summer wind.
Everybody loves somebody sometime
Everybody falls in love somehow.
Something in your kiss just told me
My sometime is now.
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