Some folks go out dancing
It seems to be their thing
And young girls get up running
When the telephone rings
And people think of lonely things
When leaves begin to fall
But me, I don't need a thing at all

Old men get off on checkers
And boys ride off on bikes
But I get off and go on home
When the whistle blows at five
My favorite things are rainstorms
And whippoorwills that call
Oh, but I, I don't need a thing at all

'Cause I got you
And you're the thing that makes me happy
You're everything I thought I'd never find

I guess everybody's got a thing but me
I've got it all
I've got you so I dont need a thing at all