Miss Otis regrets she's unable to lunch today, madam
Miss Otis regrets she's unable to lunch today
She said she's sorry to be delayed

But last night down in Lover's Lane
She strayed, madam
Miss Otis regrets she's unable to lunch today

When she woke up in the morning
She found that her dream of love was gone, madam
She ran to the man who had led her so far astray (far astray)
And from underneath her velvet gown
She drew a gun and shot her lover down, madam
Miss Otis regrets, she's unable to lunch today

When the mob came and got her
And dragged her from the county jail
Well, well, well madam
They strung her up upon
That old, hat old weeping, weeping, weeping willow tree
Yet from the moment before she died
She lifted up her lovely head and she cried
Miss Otis regrets she's unable able to lunch today

Miss Otis regrets she's unable to make it today, oh madam
Miss Otis, regrets, Otis regrets
Miss Otis regrets he's unable to play today, madam
Miss Otis regret
Can't make it today, can't make it today
Whoa madam, whoa oh oh madam

Copyright: Kanjian Music, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Writer(s): Cole Porter