Don't Get Around Much More - The Ink Spots

When I’m not playing solitaire

I take a book down from the shelf

And what with programs on the air

I keep pretty much to myself

Missed the Saturday dance

Heard they crowded the floor

Couldn’t bear it without you

Don’t get around much anymore

Thought I’d visit the club

Got as far as the door

They’d have asked me about you

Don’t get around much anymore

Darling, I guess my mind’s more at ease

But nevertheless, why stir up memories

Been invited on dates

Might have gone but what for

Awfully different without you

Don’t get around much anymore