Nobody Knows How I Feel about You¹

(As sung by Layton and Johnstone².)

Nobody knows how I feel about you

Everybody knows what you’ve done to me.

It seems only yesterday the skies were so blue

And now to-day life’s just a stormy sea.

Yesterday my heart was so full of poetry,

And now there ain’t nothin’ for me to say or to do.

Everybody knows what you’ve done to me,

Nobody knows how I feel about you.

I’m glad that I ain’t an elephant in the Zoo.

I guess you’d hand me up a sawdust bun.

I’m glad I ain’t a whale to be harpooned by you.

I’m glad I ain’t got your ideas of fun.

You’se the sort that likes to get folks on the run,

You’se the sort that gives the last twist to the screw

But how could you do the things that you’ve done,

When I hadn’t done nothin’ to you?

Somewhere up above, if the good book’s true,

Somebody’s gwine to wipe away the tears.

Honey, that ain’t just what’s coming to you.

You’se gwine to pay up some of your arrears.

Maybe when I’m climbin’ up the golden stairs,

You’ll be down below an’ you’ll be feelin’ blue,

An’ I wouldn’t be surprised if a tinglin’ in you ears

Told you what the angels thought about you.