There was a girl in Paris whom he sent a letter to   Hoping she would answer back now wasn't that a foolhardy notion   On the part of a sometimes lonely musician?   Acting out a whim is only good for a condition of the heart      There was a dame from London who insisted that he love her   Then left him for a real prince from Arabia now isn't that a shame   That sometimes money buys you everything and nothing?   Love it only seems to buy a terminal condition of the heart      Oh, thinking about you, driving me crazy   Oh, my friends all say it's just a phase, but   Oh, every day is a yellow day   I'm blinded by the daisies in your yard      There was a woman from the ghetto   Who made funny faces just like Clara Bow   How was I to know that she would wear the same cologne as you   And giggle the same giggle that you do?   Whenever I would act a fool, the fool with a condition of the heart      Oh, thinking about you, driving me crazy   Oh, my friends all say it's just a phase, but   Oh, every single day is a yellow day   I'm blinded by the daisies in your yard      (There was a girl in Paris whom he sent a letter to)   There was a girl whom he sent a letter to   (Hoping she would answer back)   She never answered back and now   (Wasn't that a foolhardy notion?)   He's got a condition of the heart