She's so gay tonight
She's like spring tonight
She's a Rollicking, frolicking thing tonight

So disarming, soft and charming
She is not thinking of me
No she is not thinking of me

In her eyes, tonight
There's a glow tonight,
They're so bright they could light Fontainebleu tonight
She's so gracious, so vivacious,
No she's Not Thinking Of Me!

Bless her little heart
Crooked to the claw
Acting out a part
What a rollicking, frolicking bore

She's so fun tonight, she's a treat tonight
You could spread 'er on bread she's so sweet tonight
So devoted, sugar coated
But it's heartwarming to see
Oh she's simmering with love
Oh she's shimmering with love
Oh she's Not Thinking Of Me

She is Not Thinking Of Me

Someone has set her on fire
Is it Jacques, is it Paul or Leon
Who's turning her furnace up higher
Oh she's hot, but it's not for Gaston

Oh she's gay tonight
Oh so gay tonight
A gigantic, romantic cliche tonight.

How she blushes
How she gushes
How she fill me with ennui
She's so oola-la-la-la
So untrue-la-la-la
Oh she's Not Thinking Of Me .
