Some folks love too deeply
They lose their grip on reality
Some folks ruminate all day
On the love they make and give away
They say the world is noxious
From too many lovers' problems
They say our world has split in two
When they see what lovers do in balmy June
Well
We got too many lovers
Lost to each other under the covers
All we need is a little tune to groove to
For a laugh or two
I was in love with a lovely Dame
But the poor girl went soft in the brain
She said
"You'll be the death of me"
And I've got more plans than eternity
Without a word she walked away
Stopped returning my calls the very same day
Her roommate got in touch to say
She met a pie baker and moved to Saint Frank's Bay
Well
We got too many lovers
Lost to each other under the covers
All we need is a little tune to groove to
For a laugh or two