Say, it's only a paper moon, / Sailing over a cardboard sea.
It's a Barnum and Bailey world, Just as phony as it can be...
April in Paris, chestnuts in blossom, holiday tables under the trees.
If happy little bluebirds fly beyond the rainbow, why oh why can't I?
They who meet on an April night are forever lost in love, if there's moonlight all about and there's no moon above.
Leave the atom alone.