How can I choose, While I sing these blues, Upon the mountaintop, Where the little bunnies hop, Why do you force me, Why can’t you see, We can never be together No, not you and me.

It’s so very, very hard, Unlike a lump of lard, It’s not so simple, As squeezing a pimple, I can’t decide, I have too much pride, Leave me to weep, To go to sleep.