Classic Poem

Honey, when I talk to you, O gee whiz!
I don't ever know what time it is;
I don't know if it's night or day;
I don't know if it's March or May;
I can't remember
If it's December;
I don't know if it's twelve or nine;
I don't care if it's rain or shine.
But when you go away from me,
I'm just as low as I can be.
And I weep because my sweetie I did lose
'Cause I got those Paradise Blues.


CHORUS

The stars would glisten to me
When you would listen to me,
Dear.
The sky was bluer
The days when you were
Here.
And every minute
That had you in it
Was gay.
Now I'm magenta
Because you went a-
Way.
(Sweet mamma!)
I never married;
Life is dry and arid,
For I got the Paradise Blues!