It's awfully considerate of you to think of me hereAnd I'm much obliged to you for making it clearThat I'm not here. And I never knew we could be so thickAnd I never knew we could be so blueAnd I'm grateful that you threw away my old shoesAn d brought me here instead dressed in redAnd 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 mineAnd I don't care if I'm nervous with youI'll do my loving in the winter.And the sea isn't greenAnd I love the queenAnd what exactly is a dreamAnd what exactly is a joke.