Sing it without a tune
Make it up as I do
Under the golden air you move

Passing out on the road
Away from the squares you know
No one is walking home with you

You’ll take the best of
and lose him to old love
the footsteps that call out for more
He knows how he acted
things you can’t compete with
his old love can tear up the floor

Sing it without a tune
Make it up as I do
She has golden hair, do you?

You will be on your way
No one will hear you say
That you will be on the air today

You’ll take the best of
and lose him to old love
the footsteps that call out for more
He knows how he acted
things you can’t compete with
his old love can tear up the floor