| When I am a flyer, I’ll fly down to Miami | 
| Get a room in one of those big resort hotels | 
| And nobody there will ever get to know me well | 
| And nobody there will ever get to know me well | 
| I’ll be just another yellow beach umbrella | 
| On the shore of the southern sea | 
| I’ll be a mystery to everyone | 
| I won’t take you along with me | 
| When I am a driver, I’ll drive to Pensacola | 
| Sleep in the sand whether the weather | 
| Brings sunshine or rain | 
| And nobody there will ever get to know my name, oh no | 
| And nobody there will ever get to know my name | 
| I’ll be just another yellow beach umbrella | 
| On the shore of the southern sea | 
| Mmm, I’ll be a mystery to everyone | 
| I won’t take you along with me | 
| When I am a rider, I’ll ride up to Tempico | 
| Ohh, don’t telephone honey | 
| Your money’d be wasted on a telegram | 
| 'cause nobody there will ever find out who I am | 
| Nobody there will ever find me! | 
| I’ll be just another big bright umbrella | 
| On the shore of the southern sea | 
| Gonna be a mystery to everyone | 
| I won’t take you along with me | 
| Alone. | 
| All alone. | 
| On my own | 
| So happy to be gone, gone, gone, gone | 
| To new news and new faces | 
| New feuds and new places | 
| Underneath my yellow umbrella | 
| Won’t be holdin' hands | 
| With a mobster fella | 
| Mmm, I’m in the mood to be | 
| Swimmin' in the nude | 
| Sinnin' too. | 
| Too bad you | 
| Won’t be there to see | 
| Grand. | 
| Feels so grand | 
| Lying in the sand | 
| Just working on this tan of mine | 
| Ohh, you know I think that life | 
| Is just the greatest thing | 
| Goodbye! | 
| It’s goodbye, darling | 
| Your turn to cry | 
| And you know good and well why, darling | 
| Why you got the gong | 
| I was into you to long |