(B. Andersson / B. Ulvaeus)

 

I can hear how you work
practising hard
playing night and day, wo-oh
And it sounds better now
yes, you improve
every time you play, wo-oh
But it’s bad -
you’re so sad
and you’re only smiling
when you play your violin

Dum dum diddle
to be your fiddle
to be so near you
and not just hear you
Dum dum diddle
to be your fiddle
I think then maybe
you’d see me, baby
You’d be mine
and we’d be together all the time
Wish I was
dum dum diddle
your darling fiddle

But I think you don’t know
that I exist
I’m the quiet kind, wo-oh
From the day when I first
listened to you
you’ve been on my mind, wo-oh
You don’t care
it’s not fair
and you’re only smiling
when you play your violin

Dum dum diddle…