My old flame
but it's funny now and then,
How my thoughts go flashing back again,
To my old flame.
My old flame, my new lovers all seem so tame.
For I haven't a gent
So magnificent and elegant
As my old flame.
I've met so many who had facinatin' ways,
A facinatin' gaze in their eyes;
Some who took me up to the skies.
But their attemps at love
Were only imitations of
My old flame, I can't even think of his name.
But I'll never be the same
Until I discover what became of
My old flame.
Autor(es): Arthur Johnston / Sam Coslow