Yeah, yeahI, I, I feel, I feelThat old feeling comin' onI, I, I feel, I feelThat old feeling comin' onI, I, I've been so unluckyEver since I've been bornYeah, just tell me pretty babyTell me what you're gonna doYeah, just tell me pretty babyTell me what you're gonna doYes, you're gonna keep on runnin'That's what women make a fool of youYeah, I, I, I, I, I, I, II, I, I, I, I, I feel, I feelThat old feeling comin' onWhoo!Yeah!Yeah!Whoo!Yeah!Whoo!Yeah!Well, I've been beautiful babyDon't you know I just gotWhoo!Well, I've been beautiful babyDon't you know I just gotWell, I've been talked aboutThat's what you should be bornYeah, just count on your fingersTill you reach 21Whoo!Yes, just keep on countin' babyTill you reach 21Well, I'm so unluckyI'm my mother's seventh sonYeah, I, I, I, I, I, II, I, I, I, I, I, II feel, I feelI feel, I feelThat old ache comin' onYeah!Yeah!