There was a girl in Paris Who he sent a letter to Hoping she would answer back Wasn't that a fool Hardy notion on the part of a Sometimes lonely musician Acting out a whim is only good For a condition of the heart There was a dame from London Who insisted that he love her Then left him for a real prince From Arabia, now isn't that A shame that sometimes money Buys you everything and nothing Love, it only seems to buy a Terminal condition of the heart Thinking about you driving me crazy My friends say it's a phase honey Every day is a yellow day I'm blinded by the daisies in your yard There was a woman from the ghetto Who made funny faces just like Clara Bow, how was I to know That she would wear the same Cologne as you and giggle the same Giggle that you do? Whenever I would act a fool, a fool With a condition of the heart Thinking about you driving me crazy And my friends it's just a phase honey Every single day is a yellow day I'm blinded by the daisies in your yard There was a girl in Paris Whom he sent a letter to Hoping she would answer back Wasn't that a fool Condition of the heart