My Old Flame Linda Ronstadt, Spike Jones

My old flame, I can’t even think of his name
but it’s funny now and then,
How my thoughts go flashing back again,
To my old flame.
My old flame, my new lovers all seem so tame.
For I haven’t a gent
So magnificent and elegant
As my old flame.
I’ve met so many who had facinatin’ ways,
A facinatin’ gaze in their eyes;
Some who took me up to the skies.
But their attemps at love
Were only imitations of
My old flame, I can’t even think of his name.
But I’ll never be the same
Until I discover what became of
My old flame.