When I am a flyer, I'll fly down to Miami,
get a room in one of those big resort hotels.
& nobody there will ever get to know me well.
I'll be just another yellow beach umbrella
on the shore of the southern sea.
I'll be a mystery to everyone.
I won't take you along with me.
When I am a driver, I'll drive to Pensacola,
sleep in the sand whether the weather
brings sunshine or rain.
& nobody there will ever get to know my name.
I'll be just another yellow beach umbrella
on the shore of the southern sea.
I'll be a mystery to everyone.
I won't take you along with me.
When I am a rider, I'll ride up to Tempico.
Don't telephone honey,
your money would be wasted on a telegram.
Because nobody there will ever find out who I am.
Nobody there will ever find me!
I'll be just another big bright umbrella
on the shore of the southern sea.
Gonna be a mystery to everyone.
I won't take you along with me.
Alone. All alone. On my own.
So happy to be gone,
to new news & new faces,
new feuds & new places.
Underneath my yellow umbrella.
Won't be holding hands
with a mobster fella.
I'm in the mood to be
swimming in the nude, sinning too.
Too bad you won't be there to see.
Grand. Feels so grand
lying in the sand.
Just working on this tan of mine.
You know I think that life
is just the greatest thing.
Goodbye!
It's goodbye, darling.
Your turn to cry.
& you know good & well why, darling.
Why you got the gong.
I was into you too long.
Underneath my big bright umbrella
I'll be breaking hearts with a buff young fella.
How was I to know?
Plop plop, fizz fizz, oh what a relief it is.
Doeroe/Henske
1978
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