Sally, you are wonderful
George, you’re just a fool.
Jeanne,
You are beautiful,
More beautiful than anything.
That is why
I do not lie
When I do say
That this day
Our star has fell
Down from above
To guide us to our love.
I do love you.
You mean more to me I do love you.
Then the sky or the sun you mean more to me
And I will keep you close, Then the sky or the sun
Where me heart can boast And I will keep your close,
Of what love has done. Where my heart can boast
Of what love has done.
I do love you. I do love you.
I met a little girl and I fell in love.
It was like a star from out of heaven above.
She’s the only girl I’m thinking of,
So I shout in the voice of the dove:
Ya-ha-whoey!
Ya-ha-ya-ha-whoey! Ya-ha-ya-ha-whoey!
And so we fell in love,
We fell in love!
She came into his life like a little white lamb
And she ran right back to him cryin;
Now she says she does love me,
And I know she ain’t lyin’.
That’s life.
That’s love.
That’s George!
Ya-Ha-Whoey!
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