You make me nervous when I see you I can't imagine what it's like to be you It's a mystery to me everyday And I've got to get away I put a bet on with a bookie For the race they put on over in Kentucky It's lovely at this time of year, so they say And I've got to get away But I'm a dreamer and you know I'm a schemer with an eye for a show It's my imagination when I get low And the truth is I don't think I'll ever go