Текст песни It's De-lovely - Hal Linden, Barbara Lang & Anything Goes Ensemble (1962)

The night is young
The skies are clear
If you'd like 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 turn out a glance
What a??? night
This is for romance
You can hear dear Mother Nature
(Murmuring) low
Let's just go
So please be sweet
My???
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 the limit
It's deluxe
It's de-lovely
I feel the sudden urge to sing
The kind of ditty that evokes the Spring
So control your desire to curse
While I crucifice the verse
This verse' I've started seems to me
The timpantiphisis of melodies
So (sparing) all that pain
I'll skip the darmn thing
And sing the refrey
MI MI MI MI MI MI
RE RE RE RE RE RE
DO SOL MI DO LA SIII
Times marches down, and soon is late
You won my heart, and I lost my brain
It's delightful / It's delicious / It's de-lovely
Life seems so sweet
That we decided
Is in the (beckt) to get unified
It's delightful / It's delicious / It's de-lovely
See the crow on the curch
See the proud parson plopped on his perch
Get the sweet beat of that organ sealing our doom
Here goes the groom - boom.
How they cheer, and how they smile}
As we go galopping down the (asile)
It's??? / It's??? / It's???
It's the victory
It's de-velop / it's??? / It's de-lovely
They've settled down as man and wife
To solve the riddle of marry life
It's delightful / It's delicious / It's de-lovely
They're on (press), they have no cares
They're just a coupple of honey bears
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 just go, so please be sweet
My???
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 the limit
It's the (lust)
It's de-lovely