| Lyrics: | Writers: Rodgers/Hart
Look at yourself, if you had a sense of humor
You would laugh
to beat the band
Look at yourself, do you still believe the rumor
That romance is simply
grand?
Since you took it right on the chin
You have lost that bright toothpaste
grin
My mental state is all a-jumble
I sit around and sadly mumble
Fools rush
in, so here I am
Very glad to be unhappy
I can't win, but here I am
More than glad to
be unhappy
Unrequited love's a bore
And I've got it pretty bad
But for someone
you adore
It's a pleasure to be sad
Like a straying baby lamb
With no mammy and
no pappy
I'm so unhappy
But oh, so glad |
