The instant you pass by a pretty girl 
                                            you get all energetic. 
                                            You're a troublesome one, my Darling. 
                                             
                                             You're the most fickle boy in all of space. 
                                            Do what you like; I'm saying bye-bye. 
                                             
                                             #1: 
                                            Though you search all over-- 
                                            forlorn, aren't you, forlorn, aren't you-- 
                                            You can't find love-- 
                                            forlorn, aren't you, forlorn, aren't you-- 
                                            You look like you're shrinking away-- 
                                            forlorn, aren't you, forlorn, aren't you-- 
                                            Always reeling every which-way; 
                                            where can love be? 
                                             
                                             Your eyes are like radar, 
                                            always turning this way and that 
                                            looking for pretty girls. 
                                             
                                             Even though you typically 
                                            get dumped right away, 
                                            not even giving up a little, 
                                            you keep getting presents of rejection 
                                            over and over again. 
                                             
                                             REPEAT REFRAIN #1. 
                                             
                                             Even when you're in the middle 
                                            of making a move 
                                            on me in a sweet tone of voice, 
                                            you get distracted in no time, my Darling. 
                                             
                                             You're the most fickle boy in all of space. 
                                            Do what you like; I'm saying bye-bye. 
                                             
                                             REPEAT REFRAIN #1. 
                                             
                                             Always reeling every which-way; 
                                            where can love be?