Birdies fly with new ambition spring is in their song soon you'll yourself a wishin days were not so long If my thought is not defined listen while I speak my mind There ought to be a moonlight saving time so I could love that boy of mine until the birdies wake and chime Good morning!
There ought to be a law in clover time to keep that moon out overtime to keep each lover's lane in rhyme till dawning You'd better hurry up, hurry up, hurry up get busy today you'd better croon a tune, croon a tune to the man up in the moon and here is what I say There ought a Moonlight savings time so I could love that boy of mine until the birdies wake and chime Good morning!
In January the nights are very long but that's all right in happy June, comes the honeymoon time days are longer than the night In love time's season, the moon's the reason for every cuddle and kiss When the days are longer the nights are shorter something should be done about this
There ought to be a moonlight saving time to make the morning glories climb an hour later on the vine each morning
You sort of need a moon to bill and coo an old back porch a birch canoe a parlor lamp in June won't do I'm warning I've heard the farmer say I'll make hay while the sun is shining above but when the day is done night begun you can ask the farmer's son It's time to make love
There ought to be a moonlight saving time so I could love that boy of mine.