I like to feel fancy free, I live to live youngnI like the ol' merry go roundnI like to play lover, but dont like to get stumpednI like the two feet on the groundnnI make a date go livelynKiss her so lightlynBut wont you get under my skinnWell, my friends, it all dependsnOn the mood I'm innnI like to hear opera or I like to rejoicenI'm not the predictable guynWhatever the option is whatever the choicenI like to make up my own mindnnIf we just would break upnWe'd kiss and would make upnI try not to leave with my Jim (?)nBut, my friends, it all dependsnOn the mood I'm innnI may change, you can tellnI may suffer the pains of remorsenI may change 'neath the spellnOf that old resistible forcennBut I'm going to root single (?), don't look to find menCaught up in that marred lil' spin (?)nYet one day I may decide what may looks like the right onenWalks the aisle, she grinsnYou see, my friends, it all dependsnOn the mood I'm innnBut I'm going to root single (?), don't look to find menCaught up in that marred lil' spin (?)nYet one day I may decide what may looks like the right onenWalks the aisle, she grinsnYou see my dears, believe in friendsnIt all depends on the mood I'm in