I feel a sudden urge to sing the kind of ditty that invokes the Spring
So, control your desire to curse while I crucify the verse
This verse I've started seems to me the 'Tin Pan-tithesis' of melody
So to spare you all the pain, I'll skip the darn thing and sing the refrain
The night is young, the skies are clear
And if you want to go walkin', dear
It's delightful, it's delicious, it's de-lovely
I understand the reason why
You're sentimental, 'cause so am I
It's delightful, it's delicious, it's de-lovely
You can tell at a glance what a swell night this is for romance
You can hear, dear Mother Nature murmuring low 'Let yourself go'
So please be sweet, my chickadee, and when I kiss ya, just say to me
It's delightful, it's delicious, it's delectable, it's delirious,
It's dilemma, it's de limit, it's deluxe, it's de-lovely
Time marches on, and soon it's plain
You've won my heart and I've lost my brain.
It's delightful, it's delicious, it's de-lovely.
Life seems to sweet that we decide
It's in the bag to get unified.
It's delightful, it's delicious, it's de-lovely.
See the crowd in that church, see the proud parson plopped on his perch.
Get the sweet beat of that organ sealing our doom. 'Here goes the groom, boom!'
How they cheer and how they smile as we go galloping down that aisle.
It's divine, dear. It's diveen, dear. It's de-wunderbar. It's de victory.
It's de valoop. It's de vinner. It's de voiks. It's de-lovely.
The knot is tied and so we take
A few hours off to eat wedding cake.
It's delightful, it's delicious, it's de-lovely.
It feels so fine to be a bride and how's the groom?
Why, he slightly fried.
It's delightful, it's delicious, it's de-lovely.
To the pop of champagne off we hop in our plush little plane,
'Till a bright light through the darkness cozily calls, 'Niag'ra Falls.'
All's well, my love, our day's complete, and what a beautiful bridal suite.
It's de-reamy. It's de-rowsy. It's de-reverie. It's de-rhapsody.
It's de-regal. It's de-royal. It's de-Ritz. It's de-lovely.
We settle down as man and wife
To solve the riddle called married life.
It's delightful, it's delicious, it's de-lovely. |
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