Writers: Rodgers/Hart



Look at yourself, if you had a sense of humor

You would laugh to beat the band

Look at yourself, do you still believe the rumor

That romance is simply grand?



Since you took it right on the chin

You have lost that bright toothpaste grin

My mental state is all a-jumble

I sit around and sadly mumble



Fools rush in, so here I am

Very glad to be unhappy

I can't win, but here I am

More than glad to be unhappy



Unrequited love's a bore

And I've got it pretty bad

But for someone you adore

It's a pleasure to be sad



Like a straying baby lamb

With no mammy and no pappy

I'm so unhappy

But oh, so glad