I add two and two, the most simple addition
  Then swear that the figures are lying
  I’m a much better comic than mathematician
  ’Cause I’m better on stage than at intermission
  And as far as a man is concerned
  If I’ve been burned, I haven’t learned
  I know he’s around
  When the sky and the ground start in ringing
  I know that he’s near
  By the thunder I hear in advance
  His words and his words alone
  Are the words that can start my heart singing
  And his is the only music that makes me dance
  He’ll sleep and he’ll rise
  In the light of two eyes that adore him
  Bore him, it might
  But he won’t leave my sight for a glance
  In every way, every single day
  I need less of myself, I need more him
  More him
  And his is the only music that makes me dance
  Yes his is the only music that makes me dance