♪Come on to my houseCome on, come onCome on, I'm gonna give you everythingCome on, babyUh, except, uh...What's the matter, Shapiro?Miss TuckerI don't want to play that song anymoreWhat do you mean I don't want to play that song anymore?Well, let's face itYou're not a hip catIs that so?You shouldn't sing a song like thatI shouldn't?I like toI sing it to some guy every nightCome on to my houseCome on, come onIt's a snazzy song, ShapiroOh, the tune is all rightBut it's a little too new for you to doToo new for me to doThat's right, and your friends will all agreeThey would much rather hear you sing some of your old songsYesYeahYesYesYesYesYesYesYesYesNow, I'm gonna make a bet with youI say that a great many of the folksOf the young folks todayDon't know the differenceBetween the old ones and the new onesSongs that I sangAt Risen Weber's CafeAre popular hits on jukeboxes todayThe young folks hear them think that they're greatCatchy and clever and right up to dateNow, to prove to you what I'm saying is trueHere is an old songThat they think is newI'm looking overA folly cloakThat I overlooked before♪One is for sunshineThe second for rainThe third is for rosesThat grow on the laneI'm not complainingThe one remainingIs for the one that I adoreCause I'm looking overA folly cloakThat I overlooked before♪♪♪