I Can't Get Started Songtext
von Lee Wiley

I′ve flown around the world in a plane
And settled revolutions in Spain
The North Pole I have charted
But I can't get started with you
I ride a golf course, I′m under par
Metro Goldwyn wants me to star
I got a house, a show place
Can't get no place with you
You're so supreme
Lyrics I write of you scheme
Just for the sight of you, dream
Both day and night of you
But what good does it do?
I′ve been consulted by Franklin D
And Robert Taylor writes me to tea
Still I′m broken hearted
Can't get started with you


I do a hundred yards in ten flats
The Prince of Wales has copied my hat
With Queens I′ve a la carted
Can't get started with you
The leading tailors follow my style
And toothpaste that feature my smile
The Astor buildings I visit
But say what is it with you?
When first we met
How you elated me pet
You never stated me yet
Now you deflated me
Till you′re my Waterloo
When J. P. Morgan bows I just nod
Green Pastures wanted me to play God
The Siamese twins I parted
Can't get started with you