I feel a sudden urge to sing
The kind of ditty that invokes the spring
I'll control my desire to curse
While you crucify the verse
This verse I started seems to me
The Tin-Pantithesis of a melody
So spare us all the pain
Just skip the darn thing and sing the refrain
Mi, mi, mi, mi
Re, re, re, re
Do, sol, mi, do, la, si
The night is young, the skies are clear
So if you want to go walking, dear
It's de-lightful, it's de-licious, it's de-lovely
I understand the reason why
You're sentimental, 'cause so am I
It's de-lightful, it's de-licious, 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 you, just say to me
«It's de-lightful, it's de-licious
It's de-lectable, it's de-lirious
It's di-lemma, it's de-limit, it's de-luxe
It's de-lovely»