A 1928 popular song.
Words and music by Jay Wallis.
The sheet music:
Accompaniment by James Pitt-Payne:
Lyrics
- Boys were made for girls
Girls were made for boys
Made to share each other’s cares and joys
Life without a mate is like an empty plate
Get yourself somebody to cooperate
Refrain
There ain’t no sense sitting on a fence
All by yourself in the moonlight
There ain’t no thrill by the water mill
All by yourself in the moonlight
There ain’t no fun sitting beneath the trees
Giving yourself a hug, giving yourself a squeeze
It’s insane swinging down the land
All by yourself in the moonlight
- What’s the good of parks?
What’s the good of trees?
What’s the good of stars or summer breeze?
If there’s no one who will share them all with you
Summer’s just another season passin’ through
Refrain
You can’t go far in a motor car
All by yourself in the moonlight
Ir ain’t so gran’ in a nice sedan
All by yourself in the moonlight
It ain’t so sweet havin’ a place to go
Havin’ a lot to do, nobody helpin’ you
‘Taint no treat in a rumble seat
All by yourself in the moonlight
[From this point, extra refrains and verses collected from various 78 rpm recordings]
Refrain 3
You can’t be gay in a Chevrolet, all by yourself…
It don’t seem real, both hands on the wheel, all by yourself…
It don’t make sense, parking your motor car,
Having nobody say, “Stop it, you’re going too far”
Love’s a fake, and you don’t get a break, all by yourself…
Refrain 4
It ain’t no lark, sitting in the park, all by yourself…
What good is love with the stars above, all by yourself…
What good’s an arm without a slender waist,
Without a pretty gal, it only goes to waste
If you were king, it wouldn’t mean a thing, all by yourself…
- Johnson bought a car and one day went too far
He crashed into a lamp post, awful jar
He landed on his head, thought that he was dead
‘Til a sweetie picked him up and gently said
Refrain 5
It gets your goat, riding in a boat, all by yourself…
It feels so fake, swimming in the lake, all by yourself…
It don’t make sense, sitting upon the sands
Whispering to yourself, ain’t the scenery grand
There ain’t no whim, when you go to swim, all by yourself…
Refrain 6
You can’t tell lies, to the fireflies, all by yourself…
And you’ll agree that you’re poor company, all by yourself…
When you’re alone, it doesn’t bring delight
Kissing yourself hello, kissing yourself goodnight
And there ain’t no kick, gosh it makes you sick, all by yourself…
- Now, she’s must have their he’s, and he’s must have their she’s
Otherwise there’d be no family trees
Why even in the zoos, they keep them there in two’s
Otherwise there’d be no little kangaroo’s
Refrain 7
Your spirits droop, sitting on the stoop, all by yourself…
Life’s incomplete in a rumble seat, all by yourself…
It’s applesauce, telling yourself that you
Care for nobody else, and that you will be true
Love is bunk, and you’re feeling sunk, all by yourself…
Refrain 8
There ain’t no sport being one girl short, all by yourself…
You can’t commence winning arguments, all by yourself…
There ain’t no kick, takin’ a buggy ride
Out on a country road, nobody at your side
‘Taint no joy with no one to annoy, all by yourself…
Sung here by Laurence Rubenstein: