It's awfully considerate of you to think of me here
  And I'm much obliged to you for making it clear
  That I'm not here.
  And I never knew we could be so thick
  And I never knew we could be so blue
  And I'm grateful that you threw away my old shoes
  And brought me here instead dressed in red
  And 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 mine
  And I don't care if I'm nervous with you
  I'll do my loving in the winter.
  And the sea isn't green
  And I love the queen
  And what exactly is a dream
  And what exactly is a joke.