I Can't Get Started

I'm a glum one, it's explainable
I met someone unattainable
Life's a bore
The world is my oyster no more

All the papers
Where I led the news with my capers
Now will spread the news
Superman turns out to be flash-in-the-pan

I do a hundred yards in ten flat
The Prince of Wales has copied my hat
With kings I've alley-catted
But can't get started with you

In 1929 I sold short
In England I'm presented at court
The Astorbilts I visit
But say, what is it with you?

You're so supreme
Lyrics I write of you
Dream both day and night of you
Scheme just for the sight of you
But what good does it do?

When J.P. Morgan speaks I just nod
Green Pastures wanted me to play God
But you've got me downhearted
I can't get started with you

When first we met
How you elated me, pet
You devastated me
Yet, now you've deflated me
'Til you're my Waterloo

I've sold my kisses at a bazaar
Bizarre, and after me they've named a cigar
But lately, how I've sputtered
'Cause I can't get started with you