You are not what you seem You, my dear, you are a dream Just like those films we've never seen Where the blues, they change to green Your eyes turn over like scenes The pages in a magazine Faces of ben vereen The history of french cuisine The gluttony and peacocks, they preen You are a vicious queen The summer shade of new orleans Where the blues, they change to green Your eyes turn over like scenes The pages in a magazine Faces of ben vereen The history of french cuisine A tuneless song for lovers to sing And the kind of eyes that see in my dreams Well you are not as you seem You, in fact, are a dream Just like those films that we've never seen Where the blues, they change to green Your eyes turn over like scenes The pages in a magazine Faces of ben vereen The history of french cuisine A tuneless song for lovers to sing And the kind of eyes, They see in kid congo's dreams I said good bye good bye I said au revoir au revoir I said good by by by by by by by by by Good bye... good bye