| Song | Lush Life |
| Artist | Johnny Hartman |
| Album | Priceless Jazz Collection: Johnny Hartman |
| I used to visit all the very gay places | |
| Those come-what-may places | |
| Where one relaxes on the axis of the wheel of life | |
| To get the feel of life | |
| From jazz and cocktails | |
| The girls I knew had sad and sullen gray faces | |
| With distingué traces | |
| That used to be there | |
| You could see where they'd been washed away | |
| By too many through the day | |
| Twelve o' clock tales | |
| Then you came along with your siren song | |
| To tempt me to madness | |
| I thought for awhile that your poignant smile | |
| Was tinged with the sadness | |
| Of a great love for me | |
| Ah, yes, I was wrong | |
| Again I was wrong | |
| Life is lonely again and only last year | |
| Everything seemed so sure | |
| Now life is awful | |
| Again a troughful of hearts | |
| Could only be a bore | |
| A week in Paris would ease the bite of it | |
| All I care is to smile in spite of it | |
| I'll forget you I will | |
| While yet you are still | |
| Burning inside my brain | |
| Romance is mush | |
| Stifling those who strive | |
| I'll live a lush life in some small dive | |
| And there I'll be | |
| While I rot with the rest | |
| Of those whose lives are lonely too | |
| Romance is mush | |
| Stifling those who strive | |
| I'll live a lush life in some small dive | |
| And there I'll be | |
| While I rot with the rest | |
| Of those whose lives are lonely too |
| I used to visit all the very gay places | |
| Those comewhatmay places | |
| Where one relaxes on the axis of the wheel of life | |
| To get the feel of life | |
| From jazz and cocktails | |
| The girls I knew had sad and sullen gray faces | |
| With distingué traces | |
| That used to be there | |
| You could see where they' d been washed away | |
| By too many through the day | |
| Twelve o' clock tales | |
| Then you came along with your siren song | |
| To tempt me to madness | |
| I thought for awhile that your poignant smile | |
| Was tinged with the sadness | |
| Of a great love for me | |
| Ah, yes, I was wrong | |
| Again I was wrong | |
| Life is lonely again and only last year | |
| Everything seemed so sure | |
| Now life is awful | |
| Again a troughful of hearts | |
| Could only be a bore | |
| A week in Paris would ease the bite of it | |
| All I care is to smile in spite of it | |
| I' ll forget you I will | |
| While yet you are still | |
| Burning inside my brain | |
| Romance is mush | |
| Stifling those who strive | |
| I' ll live a lush life in some small dive | |
| And there I' ll be | |
| While I rot with the rest | |
| Of those whose lives are lonely too | |
| Romance is mush | |
| Stifling those who strive | |
| I' ll live a lush life in some small dive | |
| And there I' ll be | |
| While I rot with the rest | |
| Of those whose lives are lonely too |