You're always wearin' somethin'

Upon your lapel

So what if that ain't cool these days

You wear it well

The day that you left L.A.

I felt so alone

Standing in the airport

Longing to go home

You-ooh-who

You

You never sing the blues

You

You always bring good news

I wanna be your lover

And I wanna be your friend

It seems that that for the price of one

You get the both of them

I don't know how you do it

I sometimes wanna pick your brain

You know that you're half crazy

But you say that you're half sane

You-ooh-who

You

You never sing the blues

You

You always bring good news