Oo-oo-ooh, young heart, oo-oo-ooh, young heart... Pass me the suitcase, baby, I know it's not that easy and Give me my mirror, love, just give me back my memories And oh, oh, how many years, is it now Maurice? Oo-oo-ooh, young heart, oo-oo-ooh, young heart Oo-oo-ooh, young heart, and ooh-oh the clown's no good And I was half-asleep, and riding on a slow-coach I think I lose all these things still meaning I'm not holy And oh, oh, your honey-dish, oh, it's on my list Oo-oo-ooh, young heart, oo-oo-ooh, young heart Oo-oo-ooh, young heart, and ooh-oh the clown's no good Oo-oo-ooh, young heart, oo-oo-ooh, young heart Oo-oo-ooh, young heart, oo-oo-ooh, young heart And ooh-oh the clown's no good, and ooh-oh the clown's no good (And then I shall go back to Maurice) And ooh-oh the clown's no good