I like to feel fancy free, I live to live young I like the ol' merry go round I like to play lover, but dont like to get stumped I like the two feet on the ground
I make a date go lively Kiss her so lightly But wont you get under my skin Well, my friends, it all depends On the mood I'm in
I like to hear opera or I like to rejoice I'm not the predictable guy Whatever the option is whatever the choice I like to make up my own mind
If we just would break up We'd kiss and would make up I try not to leave with my Jim (?) But, my friends, it all depends On the mood I'm in
I may change, you can tell I may suffer the pains of remorse I may change 'neath the spell Of that old resistible force
But I'm going to root single (?), don't look to find me Caught up in that marred lil' spin (?) Yet one day I may decide what may looks like the right one Walks the aisle, she grins You see, my friends, it all depends On the mood I'm in
But I'm going to root single (?), don't look to find me Caught up in that marred lil' spin (?) Yet one day I may decide what may looks like the right one Walks the aisle, she grins You see my dears, believe in friends It all depends on the mood I'm in