Though I forget your name;
I remember your sweet face.
'Til Doomsday, fiddle, I.
Man, I went wild last night;
Oh, I went feeling alright;
I don't let Doomsday bother me;
Do you let it bother you?
I know you told me once and again.
Does it mean that we won't be friends?
When Doomsday rears her ugly head again?
And though you voted for that awful man,
I would never refuse your hand,
Now, in all of my wildest dreams,
It never once was seen,
That Doomsday would fall anywhere near
But, flying across the sky,
I see a thing before my eyes.
There isn't any sense to a goodbye and by;
No, I don't plan to die;
Nor, should you plan to die.