Jugband blues
It's awfully considerate of you to think of me hereAnd I'm most obliged to you for making it clearThat I'm not here.And I never knew the moon could be so bigAnd I never knew the moon could be so blueAnd I'm grateful that you threw away my old shoesAnd brought me here instead dressed in redAnd I'm wondering who could be writing this song.
I don't care if the sun don't shineAnd I don't care if nothing is mineAnd I don't care if I'm nervous with youI'll do my loving in the winter.
And the sea isn't greenAnd I love the queenAnd what exactly is a dream?And what exactly is a joke?