A thousand violins will play it for you
While you sit and roll your deep blue eyes
A thousand to win, a thousand you lose
But I´ll be your consolation prize
All you do is sigh

I wore my frings like Roger McGuinn´s
I was hoping to impress
So frightfully camp, it made you laugh
Tomorrow I´ll buy myself a dress
How ludicrous

I don´t mean to pry but didn´t that guy
Crumple up your face a thousand times?
He made you cry
I´ll be your consolation prize
Although I know
I´ll never be man enough for you
A thousand violins will play it for you
While you sit and roll your deep blue eyes
A thousand to win, a thousand you lose
But I´ll be your consolation prize
All you do is sigh

I wore my frings like Roger McGuinn´s
I was hoping to impress
So frightfully camp, it made you laugh
Tomorrow I´ll buy myself a dress
How ludicrous

I don´t mean to pry but didn´t that guy
Crumple up your face a thousand times?
He made you cry
I´ll be your consolation prize
Although I know
I´ll never be man enough for you