Oh, don't the moon look lonesome shinin' thru the trees?
Oh don't the moon look lonesome shinin' thru the trees?
Don't your arms look lonesome when your baby back's up to leave?
Well i'm goin' up on the mountain to call that baby of mine
Said i'm goin' up on the mountain to call that baby of mine
But something tells me he's not coming back this time
We would like to go to the country-- baby can't take you
I'm goin' up to the country -- baby can't take you
There's nothin' up there a man like you could do
He's got a face like a fish
Shape like a frog
When he loves me I holler uuuuuh-uhhh, hot dog
I love that man better than I do myself
I love that man better than I do myself
But i'm all alone, all alone on the shelf, on the shelf
