Текст песни: Billie Holiday. Everything Happens to Me.

Matt dennis / tom adair

Black cats creep across my path
Until I'm almost mad
I must have 'roused the devil's wrath
'cause all my luck is bad
I make a date for golf and you can bet your life it rains
I try to give a party and the guy upstairs complains
I guess I'll go thru life kust catchin colds and missin' trains

Everything happens to me
I never miss a thing
I've had the measels and the mumps
And every time I play an ace
My partner always trumps
Guess I'm just a fool who never looks before he jumps


Everything happens to me
At first my heart tho't you could break this jinx for me
That love would turn the trick to end despair
But know I just can't fool this head that thinks for me
I've mortgaged all my castlesin the air
I've telegraphed and phoned
I send an 'airmail special' too
Your answer was 'goodbye'
And there was even postage due
I fell in love just once
And then it had to be with you

Everything happens to me