Cold, Cold Heart

(álbum: Let's Face The Music! - 1964)

Some fellows love to tiptoe through the tulips
Some fellows go on singing in the rain
Some fellows keep on painting skies with sunshine
Some fellows must go swining down the lane

But I'm biding my time
'Cause that's the kind of guy I'm
While other folks grow dizzy
I keep busy
Biding my time
Next year, next year
Somethin's bound to happen
This year, this year
I'll just keep on mapping
And biding my time
"Cause that's the kind of guy I'm
There's no regretting
When I'm setting
Biding my time

I'm biding my time
"Cause that's the kind of guy I'm
Beginning on a Monday
Right through Sunday
Biding my time
Give me, give me
Glass that's bright and twinkles
Let me, let me
Dream like Rip Van Winkle
He's bided his time
Like that Winkle guy
I'm chasing 'way flies
How the day flies
Biding my time