I know too well a girl
should never ever bare her soul,
but my story is a bit too good to keep.
It's a very, very simple little story on the whole,
with a moral, as ye so, so shall ye reap.
It wouldn't make a movie,
a novel or a play
It wouldn't make a song
for singing strings
But this little story that happened one day
Was just, was just, well,
it was just one of those things
Just one of those crazy things
One of those bells that now and then rings
Just one of those things
It was just one of those nights
Just one of those fabulous flights
A trip to the moon on gossamer wings
Just one of those things
If we'd thought a bit of the end of it
When we started painting
the town
We'd have been aware
That our love affair was too hot
and not to cool down
So goodbye, dear, and amen
Here's hoping we meet now and then
It was great fun,
but it was just one of those
You know, I've always said
that an ocean liner
could be the most romantic place
in the world
There's something about being miles
out at sea
that makes you feel a little semi -detached
from anything you left back on shore.
Anyway, that's the way I was feeling
my first night out from New
York.
Utterly romantic and
even adventurous.
I didn't have to wait long.
He was devastating.
Tall, blond, very British.
His name was Charles.
And I knew that he must have been
an earl. or a lord or something.
He was very reticent.
You know how Englishmen are.
They just won't talk about
themselves.
Anyway, he told me that
he had a spot in Blackfriars.
Or Haymarket.
I forget which,
but it was someplace important.
And I could just imagine
one of those romantic
ivy -covered old castles.
Well, anyway, it was a luscious voyage.
Four divine days.
And the last night out,
I shall never forget it.
Charles may have been reticent, but...
Well, anyway, the next morning,
we got to Plymouth.
And I was looking forward
to having Charles
show me all the sights of England.
But when they lowered the gangplank,
two very important looking gentlemen in bowler hats came
aboard and they took Charles away with them.
I knew it must
have been Buckingham Palace
or to number 10 Downing Street,
someplace important.
The captain was in a rage
and he said some extremely uncomplimentary
things about Charles.
But I put him in his place.
I told him that Charles was an Earl
or a Lord
or something.
And I told him that he had a spot
in Blackfriars,
or was it Haymarket?
It was someplace important.
And also that he had a very old
romantic ivy -covered castle.
But the captain just laughed at me
and he said, it wasn't Blackfriars,
it was black market
and the Charles's old
romantic ivy -covered castle
would probably be Dartmoor
for the next 20 years.
I imagine that.
And I always thought I was so psychic.
But c 'est la vie, I just say.
Goodbye, dear, and amen.
Here's hoping we don't meet again
Some fun, but there's no damage done
I see there's a laugh on me,
a souvenir I'll charge up
to experience joy
Oh, all of those things