I put a bet on with a bookie
For the race they put on over in Kentucky.
It's lovely at this time of year, so they say,
And I've got to get away.
I'm a dreamer, and you know
I'm a schemer with an eye for a show.
It's my imagination when I get low,
And the truth is I don't think I'll ever go.
When the music's playing, that's
when it changes,
And no longer do we seen like total strangers.
It's all those words which always get in the way
Of what you want to say.
When I wake up in the morning
I think it only fair to give you warning
I probably won't go away,
I'll more than likely stay.
(Copyright © 1977 Jardiniere Music)