I'm wild again, beguiled again.
A simpering, whimpering child again.
Bewitched, bothered, and bewildered am I.

Post office clerks put up signs saying position closed,
And secretaries turn off typewriters and put on their coats,
And janitors padlock the gates 
For security guards to patrol, 
And bachelors phone up their friends for a drink 
While the married ones turn on a chat show.

And they'll all be lonely tonight and lonely tomorrow.

For anyone in TGIF - This is great for practising "will not" = won't, but it's not the most PC song in the world.   

Oom-yacka-wurka, oom-yacka-wurka, oom-yacka-wurka)

In the bad backlands of Australia
Many years ago,
The aborigine tribes were meeting,
Having a big pow-wow.

Oh, I could hide 'neath the wings
Of the bluebird as she sings.
The six o'clock alarm would never ring.
But six rings and I rise,
Wipe the sleep out of my eyes.
My shavin' razor's cold and it stings.

Whispering voices in my head
Sounds like they're calling my name.
A heavy hand is shaking my bed,
I'm waking up and I feel the strain.

I'm feeling pushed again...
Pushed again.

And I never thought I'd feel this way,
And as far as I'm concerned,
I'm glad I got the chance to say;
That I do believe, I love you.