I'll tell you a story 'bout a girl who came my way,
We upped and married, three kids, a dog, in Santa Fe.
Now she's gone, I'm by myself.
I'm gonna join a sentimental institution,
I'm gonna pack, pack all my little old blues away.
But I didn't stay left on the shelf.
Mrs Johnson from Wisconsin,
She's a widow, plain to see, and
Minnesota from Dakota
Likes the way I make her tea,
Sweet as candy.
I'm gonna join a sentimental institution,
No one to stop me from playing Benny Goodman all day,
So if you want romance just step my way,
The band starts to play.
I can thrill her with Glenn Miller
Or a song from Louis Armstrong,
With Jim Dorsey or Artie Shaw we
Know this magic can't go wrong.
Old and lovely,
She's so wealthy,
But so ugly,
I've gone crazy,
Someone help me, do,
Do do do do do"¦