I saw you comin' down the street
You were beautiful, and sweet
Your hair was blowing in the wind
And I could tell that you were into me
I made the call, said that we could have it all
If you'd only take my hand, but you were with your family

A wiser man would know to quit
But that's not who I am
The heart wants what the heart wants,
And baby you're it

Oh, hello
Will you have a drink with me?
Why not? Oh, please?
Oh, no
Hello
Will you have a drink with me?
Why not? Oh, please?
Oh, no

Oh, the day had been a bog, and I was closing up shop
When the prettiest colleen stepped in
And walked right up to me
She said: "Where's the man who makes his flutes by hand?"
I said that he'd just stepped away
And with the sweetest smile, she left me

I said: "Come back, girl! He'll be back in thirty!"

- Oh, hello
Can I get some mashers, please?
-Wait, what?
- Oh, jeez
Oh, no

Hello
Will you have a drink with me?
Why not? Oh, please?
Oh, no