Shy

Well, who's the lucky man? Hey, nonny, nonny, is it you? Hey, nonny, nonny, nonny, no Hey, nonny, nonny, is it you? Hey, nonny, nonny, nonny, no Hey, nonny, nonny, is it you Or you, or you, or you, or- Nonny, nony, neeny, nonny, nony, nonny, noony No, no, no Someone's being bashful That's no way to be, not with me Can't you see that I am just as embarrassed as you? And I can understand your point of view I've always been shy I confess it, I'm shy Can't you guess that this confident air Is a mask that I wear 'cause I'm shy? And you may be sure Way down deep I'm demure Though some people I know might deny it At bottom I'm quiet and pure I'm aware that it's wrong to be meek as I am My chances may pass me by I pretend to be strong, but as weak as I am All I can do is try, God knows I try Though I'm frightened and shy And despite the impression I give I confess that I'm living a lie Because I'm actually terribly timid, and horribly shy Though a lady may be dripping with glamour As often as not she will stumble and stammer When suddenly confronted with romance And she's likely to fall on her face When she's finally face to face with a pair of pants Quite often the lady's not as hard-to-please as she seems Quite often she'll settle for something less than the man of her dreams I'm goin' fishing for a mate She's goin' fishing for a mate I'm gonna look in every brook She's gonna look in every brook But how much longer must I wait With baited breath and hook? Oh, that was wonderful And that is why Though I'm painfully shy I'm insane to know Which sir? You sir? Not I, sir Then who, sir? Where, sir and when, sir? I couldn't be tenser So let's get this done, man Get on with the fun, man I am one man The lady's one man, shy --- Shy - Carol Burnett and Joe Bova