Verse:

All My Pretty Speeches Are A Bust

And So I Must Try Something New.

I've Been Sitting Up The Whole Night Long

Writing A Song All About You.

I Don't Care If It's A Big Success;

As Long As It Will Change Your 'no' To 'yes'.



Chorus:

My Song Won't Appeal To A Lover Of Art.

My Song Will Reveal What I Feel In My Heart.

It Won't Have So Much Of Franz Schubert's Touch.

And I Can't Begin Like Irving Berlin.



My Song, Though A Poet Would Never OK,

My Song, Still You Know What I'm Striving To Say.

My Words May Be Crude; The Tune May Be Wrong,

But You'll Find My Heart In My Song.