I could say that you’re homely
Just as homely as pie
But this is Washington’s birthday
And I’ve got to say you’re beautiful
‘Cause I can’t tell a lie
Be careful, it’s my heart
It’s not my watch you’re holding, it’s my heart
It’s not the note I sent you
That you quickly burned
It’s not the book I lent you
That you never returned
Remember, it’s my heart
Upon a February morn
A tiny baby boy was born
Abraham, Abraham
Happy holiday, happy holiday
While the merry bells keep ringing
May your every wish come true
I could dance nightly
Just holding you tightly, my sweet
I could keep right on
Because you’re so light on your feet
You’re easy to dance with
Here she comes, down the street
My, oh my, ain’t she sweet?
Why, here comes my hot toddy
Over my dead body
Constantly I looked for you,
No day or two, but constantly!
Constantly I wished you near,
And now you’re here, so close to me!
Ain’t got a dime to my name,
What a terrible shame
Ho Hum, ho ho Hum.
We’re off on the road to Morocco
This taxi is tough on the spine [beats the bu]
Where they’re goin’, why we’re goin’, how can we be sure
I’ll lay you eight to five that we’ll meet Dorothy Lamour [woo hoo!]
Moonlight becomes you, it goes with your hair
You certainly know the right thing to wear
Moonlight becomes you, I’m thrilled at the sight
And I could get so romantic tonight
