It's awfully considerate of you to think of me here

And I'm much obliged to you for making it clear

That I'm not here.

And I never knew we could be so thick

And I never knew we could be so blue

And I'm grateful that you threw away my old shoes

And brought me here instead dressed in red

And I'm wondering who could be writing this song.

I don't care if the sun don't shine

And I don't care if nothing is mine

And I don't care if I'm nervous with you

I'll do my loving in the winter.

And the sea isn't green

And I love the queen

And what exactly is a dream

And what exactly is a joke.