He's got no eyes for any other With gifts and flowers, you he smothers Golly gee, what an n-u-t The girls backstage don't get a look-in He talks to you even when he's sleeping Golly gee, what an s-a-p He don't think it's funny if he spends all his money on you What can the poor boy do? He's got no eyes for any other With gifts and flowers, you he smothers Golly gee, what an n-u-t, what an s-a-p That boy is me