If I could have wishes three,
I’d wish you’d fall in love with me,
then I’d wish some money in my hand,
then I’d wish myself into a band.
But if I could have wishes four,
I’d wish you naked on my floor
doing all the things that I could do
if I had me a teacher, one like you.
Babe, I’m so in awe of you,
I think you’re smart to be a Jew,
to have that dark and wavy kind of hair,
the kind that makes me sit around and dream when you ain’t there.
Now I ain’t gonna lie to you,
I’m really glad that you’re a Jew,
my dreams all said I’d meet a Jew
who needs a baby, baby, baby, baby blue.
My heart ain’t got no arms and legs,
sits around like a baby, babe,
screams till I can’t take it anymore.
But baby blue won’t stop until you’re walking through my door.
I’ve dreamed we’re walking down the aisle,
me in fear and you in style,
and I’m darn sure these dreams will come to pass
when I find me my wishing star at last.
Already I’ve seen miles and miles,
through your dimming eyes, your faded smiles,
through the window of the door you call your heart.
I’ve traveled to the future where your ideas fall apart.
But for now the present time is strong,
so you are right and I am wrong,
for now you don’t even know my name.
You’re a stylish Jewish man; I am mute and lame.
Now I ain’t gonna lie to you,
I’m really glad that you’re a Jew,
my dreams all said I’d meet a Jew
who needs a baby, baby, baby, baby, baby blue.
So you just keep on sitting there,
playing guitar in the air;
I’ll just keep on loving, loving you.
I’m your baby, baby, baby, baby, baby blue.