Don't the moon look lonesome,
Shinin' through the trees
Don't the moon look lonesome,
Shinin' through the trees
Don't your arms look lonesome,
when your baby bags-up to leave
That I'm go up the mountain
to call that baby of mine
That I'm go up the mountain
to call that baby of mine
But something tells me
He's not comming back this time
Would like to go to the country
Can't take you
We're going to the country
Can't take you
Nothing up there
A man like you could do
He's got a face like a fish
Shape like a frog
When he loves me I holler: ooh hot dog
Love that man better than I do myself
But I'm all alone, all alone on the shelf, on the shelf