Some come to dance, some come to play,
Some merely come to pass time away.
Some come to laugh and their voices do ring.
But as for me, i come for to sing.

Some folks they like me, others do not.
Some love to extol on what I ain't got.
But as for me, it don't mean a thing.
I come for to see you, I come for to sing.

(That's how I remember Bob Gibson singing it. He opened many a show with it, back in the late 50s.)
    Sandy