I Can’t Get Started

I’ve flown around the world in a plane
I’ve settled revolutions in Spain
The North Pole I have charted
But can’t get started with you

Around the golf course I’m under par
And all the movies want me to star
I’ve got a house, a showplace
But I get no place with you

You’re so supreme, lyrics I write of you
Scheme just for a sight of you
Dream both day and night of you
And what good does it do?

In nineteen twenty–nine I sold short
In England I’m presented at court
But you’ve got me downhearted
‘Cause I can’t get started with you

I do a hundred yards in ten flat
The Prince of Wales has copied my hat
With queens I’ve à la carted
But can’t get started with you

The leading tailors follow my styles
And toothpaste ads all feature my smiles
The Asterbilts I visit, but say
What is it with you?

When first we met, how you elated me
Pet, you devastated me
Yet, now you’ve deflated me
Till you’re my Waterloo

I’ve sold my kisses at a bazaar
And after me they named a cigar
But lately how I’ve smarted
‘Cause I can’t get started with you