There was a girl in Paris whom he sent a letter 2

Hoping she would answer back now wasn't that a foolhardy notion

On the part of a sometimes lonely musician?

Acting out a whim is only good 4 a condition of the heart

There was a dame from London who insisted that he love her

Then left him 4 a real prince from Arabia

Now isn't that a shame

That sometimes money buys U everything and nothing?

Love - it only seems 2 buy a terminal condition of the heart

Oh - thinking about U, 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

How was I 2 know that she would wear the same cologne as U

And giggle the same giggle that U do?

Whenever I would act a fool, the fool with a condition of the heart

Oh - thinking about U, 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

(There was a girl in Paris whom he sent a letter 2)

There was a girl… whom he sent a letter 2

(Hoping she would answer back)

She never answered back and now

(Wasn't that a foolhardy notion?)

He's got a condition of the heart