Don’t Get Around Much Anymore Cliff Richard

When I'm not playing solitaire
I take a book down from the shelf
And with all that a radio on the air
I keep myself to myself

Missed the Saturday dance
I heard they crowded the floor
I couldn't bear it without you
Don't get around much anymore

I thought I'd visit the club
I got as far as the door
They'd have asked me about you
Don't get around much anymore

Well darling, I guess
My mind's more at ease
But nevertheless
Hey, why stir up old memories

Been invited on dates
Might have gone, but what for
It's awfully different without you
Don't get around much anymore

Missed the Saturday dance
Heard they crowded the floor