Linda, Linda . . .
Morning noon an' night I find
Linda's always on my mind . . .
When I go to sleep,
I never count sheep,
I count all the charms about Linda!
An' lately it seems,
In all of my dreams,
I walk with my arms about Linda . . .
But what good does it do me,
For Linda doesn't know I exist,
Can't help feelin' gloomy,
Think of all the lovin' I've missed!
We pass on the street,
My heart skips a beat,
I say to myself, ";Hello Linda!";
If only she'd smile,
I'd stop for a while,
Then I would get to know Linda!
But miracles still happen,
And when my lucky star begins to shine,
With one luck break I'll make Linda . . .
Someday I'll betcha,
I'm gonna getcha!
Oh, Linda, Linda . . .
My Linda, Linda . . .
We pass on the street,
My heart skips a beat,
I say to myself, ";Hello Linda!";
If only she'd smile,
I'd stop for a while,
Then I would get to know Linda!
But miracles still happen,
And when my lucky star begins to shine,