My Old Flame - Guy Lombardo

My old flame, I can’t even think of his name

But it’s funny now and then,

How my thoughts go flashing back again,

To my old flame.

My old flame, my new lovers all seem so tame.

For I haven’t a gent

So magnificent and elegant

As my old flame.

I’ve met so many who had facinatin' ways,

A facinatin' gaze in their eyes;

Some who took me up to the skies.

But their attemps at love

Were only imitations of

My old flame, I can’t even think of his name.

But I’ll never be the same

Until I discover what became of

My old flame.