Nat King Cole - Cold, Cold Heart lyrics

Some fellows love to tiptoe through the tulips Some fellows go on singing in the rain Some fellows keep on painting skies with sunshine Some fellows must go swinin' down the lane But I'm bidin' my time 'Cause that's the kind of guy I'm While other folks grow dizzy I keep busy Bidin' my time Next year, next year Somethin's bound to happen This year, this year I'll just keep on mappin' And bidin' my time "Cause that's the kind of guy I'm There's no regrettin' When I'm settin' Bidin' my time I'm bidin' my time "Cause that's the kind of guy I'm Beginnin' on a Monday Right through Sunday Bidin' my time Give me, give me Gla** that's bright and twinkles Let me, let me Dream like Rip Van Winkle He's bided his time Like that Winkle guy I'm chasin' 'way flies How the day flies Bidin' my time