I love these lyrics, written in 1929 by Howard Dietz (Arthur Schwartz wrote the melody), for their wit, their evocation of the time during which they were composed, and for the slightly naughty aspect of at least one passage. It’s almost like a pre-code movie in song form.

I also was intrigued to note the usage of “fly,” with a meaning not so different from the one that term was afforded in the 1990s.

I guess I’ll have to change my plan
I should have realized there’d be another man
I overlooked that point completely
Until the big affair began.

Before I knew where I was at,
I found myself upon the shelf and that was that;
I tried to reach the moon, but when I got there
All that I could get was the air.

My feet are back upon the ground
I lost the one girl that I’d found.

I guess I’ll have to change my plan
I should have realized there’d be another man;
Why did I buy those blue pajamas
Before that big affair began?

My boiling point is much too low
For me to try to be a fly Lothario;
I think I’ll crawl right back and into my shell,
Dwelling in my personal hell.

I’ll have to change my plan around
I’ve lost the one girl I’ve found.