Good for Nothing but Love

Everybody calls me good for nothing
Because I cannot tell the distance to a star
But I can tell the world how wonderful you are
I’m good for nothing but love
Night and day they call me good for nothing
Because I cannot name a single bird that flies
But I can write a book about your lovely eyes
I’m good for nothing but love
Fish in the sea are a mystery to me
And so is the moon and tide
Without of all these things my heart laughs and sings
Whenver you’re by my side (You sweet rascal you!)
I guess I’ll always be a good-for-nothing
A good-for-nothing can be good for something too
Because I heard you whisper, «Baby, I love ya!»
It proves to ya: I’m good for nothing but love