Lyrics:

They're singing songs of love, but not for me
A lucky star's above, but not for me
With love to lead the way
I've found more clouds of gray
Than any Russain play could guarantee
I was a fool to fall and get that way
Heigh-ho! Alas! And also, lackaday
Although I can't dismiss the memory of her kiss
I guess she's not for me

Although I can't dismiss that memory of her kiss
I guess she's not for me