I’m as corny as Kansas in August, I’m as normal as blueberry pie. No more a smart little girl with no heart, I have found me a wonderful guy!
I am in a conventional dither, With a conventional star in my eye. And you will note there’s a lump in my throat When I speak of that wonderful guy!
I’m as trite and as gay as a daisy in May, A cliché comin’ true! I’m bromidic[1] and bright As a moon-happy night Pourin’ light on the dew!
I’m as corny as Kansas in August, High as a flag on the Fourth of July! If you’ll excuse an expression I use, I’m in love, I’m in love, I’m in love, I’m in love, I’m in love with a wonderful guy!
No more a smart little girl with no heart, I have found me a wonderful guy! I’m as trite and as gay as a daisy in May, A cliché comin' true! I’m bromidic and bright As a moon-happy night Pourin’ light on the dew!
I’m as corny as Kansas in August, High as a flag on the Fourth of July! If you’ll excuse an expression I use, I’m in love, I’m in love, I’m in love, I’m in love, I’m in love with a wonderful guy!