I can't remember that one September,
all the frontiers through which I crept;
well, the displaced we forget,
but the dope and the girls and the wine,
oh hell, they were so fine--
what a wonderful, wonderful world.
It's hard to remember, oh hell any December;
it just seemed I was always leaving,
maybe you know that feeling?
But I never forgot my lines,
I still hear them all the time,
What a wonderful, wonderful world.
Oh, the dope and the wine and the stage,
they gave back to me what I gave.
What a wonderful, wonderful world.
What a wonderful, wonderful, wonderful...