Nobody else is loved so well by Isabel, my Isabel
Oh nobody else is loved so well by Isabel but me
She's my rose, my asphodel, my demoiselle, my Jezebel
But nobody else is loved so well by Isabel but me
I marvel at musicians, maestros, virtuosos
They're sensitive and deft beyond belief
The only tune that I know well is 'Ring-a-Rosoes'
And I can only whistle it through my teeth
But good grief!
Nobody else is loved so well by Isabel, my Isabel
Oh nobody else is loved so well by Isabel but me
I couldn't produce a tuneful decibel, not even if I strained like hell
But nobody else is loved so well by Isabel but me
I admire a man who knows about mathematics
Who calculates and ciphers and computes
I used to think that logarithms were
Things that scuttled about in attics
And surds of little flowers with square roots
What boots it!
Nobody else is loved so well by Isabel, my Isabel
Oh nobody else is loved so well by Isabel but me
At geometry I never excel, my triangles are parallel
But nobody else is loved so well by Isabel but me
Some can swim for miles and dive from dizzy heights
From deep and stormy seas they never shrink
I am not amphibious or watertight
My function in the water is to sink
But just think!
Nobody else is loved so well by Isabel, my Isabel
Oh nobody else is loved so well by Isabel but me
Upon the sea the slightest swell makes me expel a hell of a yell
But nobody else is loved so well by Isabel but me
Some men are sophisticated, gay, and hearty
Polite and poised and witty, they're such fun
I am never welcome to a cocktail party
I drink too much or leave my flies undone
But thumbs up!
Nobody else is loved so well by Isabel, my Isabel
Oh nobody else is loved so well by Isabel but me
I can't hold my whiskey well and I've not got many jokes to tell
But nobody else is loved so well by ever-loving Isabel
My one and only Isabel, my little Isa, Isabel
All other women I repel
'Cause I can't spell and I smell as well
But nobody else is loved so well by Isabel but me
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