Was the fact that my name
But after thinking it through
So I'll make something of the name Anka.
I thought about all different
I wor ried until I was green
I was getting along in my years.
True. I must have been pushing 16.
But I'm happy to say, one wonderful day,
I was fiddling around my piano.
I'm so young and you're so old.
This, my darling, I've been told.
I don't care just what they say,
cause forever I will pray
You and I will be as free
as the birds up in the trees
What a feeling to be told
A million Dianas had just been sold
What a thrill, the day it made
Number one on the hit parade
I sure can thank my lucky
Because I love what I'm doing
And I'm doing what I love
Well, I'm a do -it -yourself
I'm a do -it -yourself type guy
I confess that I'm having
Singing my own music and rhyme
I'm a write -it -yourself type guy
I'm thankful I was born with
I'm thankful and I'm grateful
Cause it's great to look back
and then put down a shellac
Now if you could think back
Let's say, all the way back to 1959,
you just might recollect these
And by the way, once again
I kind of got the feeling that I was
romantically well, very much bolder.
Put your head on my shoulder
Hold me in your arms, baby
Won't you squeeze me once, show me
Ooh, put your lips next to mine,
Just a kiss goodnight, tell me
You are what you are to me
You're more than life to me
I've got everything you could think of.
But all I want is someone
But the lowest kind of feeling
is when a lonely boy seizes one
Cos when she says goodbye
When you know you are lonely,
The one and only who will cry
Loneliness, that's why I cry
For you have made my heart a slave
When somebody leaves you,
When you know you are lonely
You're not the one and only
But why should I be crying
because I love what I'm doing
singing these songs for you
yes this do -it -yourself type song
man he's a happy good lucky Joe
I confess I've been lucky
but it's you who really have called the tune
So this do -it -yourself type song, man,
only hopes that you liked his show.
I hope that I can sing for you
And I'll be in my twenties
with my hair turning gray.
Though I'll be old and weary,
still I'll cheerfully say,