You can live your life in a crowded city
You can walk along a crowded street
But the city really ain´t no bigger than the friendly
People, friendly people that you meet

You might be a sweet young, sweet young pretty, pretty
At the dances you can´t keep your seat
But, if dances don´t lead to romances
You might as well be born, be born with two left feet

You might be a sweet-toned sure ‘nuff high-class talker
You might be a stone, stone expert at kissing
But it don´t do too much good to be talkin´
Brother, when there ain´t no, ain´t nobody lis´nin´
And if you are shy, just not much of a talker
Don´t impress the people that you meet
You might as well be a lonely walker
In a lonely town, on a lonely street