Leave on the lights, babe I'm so scared of heights, babe It hurts so hard when you fall You think you've been somewhere But you've really been nowhere at all It's just like Key Largo Melvyn Douglas and Garbo Like Bogie and Lauren Bacall We try to be cool But we dance like two fools at the ball Me with my jive And you with your Chanel #5 Don't we just make the cat meow? Me in my pleats like Fred Astaire You in your curls like Claudette Colbert Ain't we 'bout as cool as Iceland, baby? And how Here with my four walls My Mose and my [?] I wrote you an old-fashioned song For whatever it's worth, baby This is your birthday song