Lyrics

[Top] I was made, so they say In the burgomaster's shop By whom else but the mayor I'm one important top [Ball] Do I know you? she said For I do not speak with all I've got cork in my head I am one beautiful ball! [Top] Can't we be sweethearts? [Ball] No, I don't think so [Top] Shan't we be sweethearts? [Ball] No There are reasons why we Will not tootle together You were made from some tree Me of african leather And besides, there's a swallow Who always says, "I will!" There's a promise, or almost And your chances are nil We can't be sweethearts [Top] About that swallow... [Ball] We shan't be sweethearts [Top] Oh Soon the ball disappears She just bounced off somewhere Then the top, after years Spins away into thin air When they meet in the gutter She's droopy, old, and wet Though her heart's all aflutter He's sure they haven't met [Top] Were we old sweethearts? [Ball] No, I don't think so [Top] Sure we weren't sweethearts? [Ball] No! In the garbage, old friends Look even older In the garbage, even old friends Get the cold shoulder Can't we be sweethearts?