Some people simply love to eat raw fish
And pay high rent
And dance on broken glass
Some people simply love to kill themselves
And sad to say
I think I'm in that class
Alas
Your dopey walk
Your double talk
I go for that
Your corny jokes
Your dizzy folks
I go for that
Your kiss just misses
Your dancing is rough
But I like that stuff
I guess I don't get around quite enough
You play the uke
You're from Dubuque
I go for that
And furthermore
I just adore
Your fuzzy hair
Your vacant stare
To Mr. Cupid
I take off my hat
You can't account for silly taste
Of all the hearts I could have chased
I look at you and oooh
I go for that
You play the uke
You're from Dubuque
I go for that
And furthermore
I just adore
Your fuzzy hair
And your vacant stare
To Mr. Cupid
I take off my hat
You can't account for silly taste
Of all the hearts I could have chased
I look at you and oooh
I go for that
I go for that
Oooh, I go for that