There was a girl in Paris Whom he sent a letter to Hoping she would answer back Now wasn't that a fool Hardy notion on the part of Sometimes lonely musician Acting out a whim is only good For a condition of the heart
There was a dame from London Who insisted that he love her Then left him for a real prince from Arabia Now isn't that a shame that sometimes money Buys you everything and nothing Love, it only seems to buy A terminal condition of the heart
Oh thinking about you driving me crazy Oh my friends all say it's just a phase But oh every day is a yellow day I'm blinded by the daisies in your yard
There was a woman from the ghetto Who made funny faces just like Clara Bow Now was I to know that she would wear The same Cologne as you And giggle the same giggle that you do Whenever I would act a fool The fool with a condition of the heart
Oh thinking about you driving me crazy Oh my friends all say it's just a phase But oh every single day is a yellow day I'm blinded by the daisies in your yard