Oh,
my dear
I fear
The
new year
Is
no longer near
It’s
here
For
all of us, whether we’re
A gondolier
An emir
An auctioneer
A black marketeer
Or
even an aerospace engineer
It may sound queer
But it's a new frontier
It may sound queer
But it's a new frontier
People
from Rio to Zaire
Are
celebrating far and near
This
new calendar year
By
putting their car in gear
And
going out to have a beer
With
a peer
And maybe have some olives on a toothpick spear
And maybe have some olives on a toothpick spear
There’s
no need to shed a tear
Or sneer
Or
give a Bronx cheer
Or
in any way to jeer
You
may act cavalier
And
I don’t mean to interfere
But
don’t forget to schedule your pap smear
Lest
your health become unclear
(Your
health concerns should be premier)
This
next point I’d like to make very clear
Don’t
make your resolutions so severe
Like
so many on our celestial sphere
That
in a week they’ll disappear
If
you’re feeling your age these words of consolation I’d like to volunteer
And believe me I am quite sincere
As I whisper in your ear
For you alone to hear
Please allow me to be bolder