as rec by Anita O'Day w/ Gene Krupa & his Orch. Aug 21st 1945 New York
also rec by Anita O'Day w Gary McFarland & his Orch '61
Don't the moon look lonesome shinin' through the trees, Don't the moon look lonesome shinin' through the trees, Don't your arms look lonesome when your baby packs up to leave!
Then I'm goin'up on the mountain to call that baby of mine, Then I'm goin'up on the mountain to call that baby of mine, But somethin' tells me he's not comin' back this time!
Would like to go to the country, can't take you! Wer'e goin'up to the country, can't take you! Nothin' up there a man like you could do!
He's got a face like a fish, shape like a frog, When he loves me I holler, \"Ooh, hot dog!\"; Love that man better than I do myself, But I'm all alone, all alone on the shelf, on the shelf!