January time is not on my side That's the weight of my lore
February what can I do but hide I see the light once more
April is on but my trouble ain't over
May I take a plane and cross the ocean
June is yellow I cough quite often A woman hails me dear How nice ;-)
July passes as swift as an arrow
August is hot and unpleasantly slow
September I bang my head on the wall
October a month I don't like at all
November whatever I ask they say No did I do something wrong
December I've nothing else to do