Lyrics

Not even the sunshine
or a clear day in springtime,
or a bodega of red wine
could make me feel this fine.
Not even the rainbow,
or a beach in Mexico,
or a song on the radio,
could pick me up when I'm this low.

Not even twelve cold beers
or champagne on New Year's,
or an Outback with five gears
could make me feel so down right dandy,
utterly excellent, wonderfully wunderbar,
unfathomably fantastic as you.

Not even Monday night football
or the first autumn snowfall,
or even Ed McMahon's phonecall
could make me feel this tall.