My purring Bavarian machine Required a drink of gasoline I swerved to a city names St. Augustine In Upper Florine I drove through the town and quite By chance Hooked up with a lady circumstance Produced to renew my heart with True romance Which she did indeed She lives around the corner from the Fountain of Youth Around the corner form the Fountain Love is around the corner from the Fountain The Fountain of Youth What gives around the corner from the Fountain of Youth? Around the corner form the Fountain Love lives around the corner From the Fountain The Fountain of Youth If music be the food of love She's an etude of love And all I have to say is "play on" Her shapes' perfect symmetry Which I observe with three Hip and three hoorays For Mr. Ponce de Leon What conquistador could turn his back, As if home-sweet-home count counteract The honey-concocted aphrodisiac That simply is she?