The night is young, the skies are clear So if you want to go walking, 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 you, just say to me, "It's delightful, it's delicious, It's delectable, it's delirious, It's dilemma, it's delimit, it's deluxe, It's de-lovely".
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...