Hallelujah! Delay indicted!
I feel a sudden urge to sing the kind of ditty that invokes the spring
So, control your desire to curse while I crucify the verse
This verse Ive started seems to me the “tin pan-tithesis” of melody
So to spare you all the pain, Ill skip the darn thing and sing the refrain
The night is young, the skies are clear
And if you want to go walkin, dear
Its delightful, its delicious, its de-lovely
I understand the reason why
Youre sentimental, cause so am i
Its delightful, its delicious, its 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 ya, just say to me
“its delightful, its delicious, its delectable, its delirious,
Its dilemma, its de limit, its deluxe, its 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 ya, just say to me
“its delightful, its delicious, its delectable, its delirious,
Its dilemma, its de limit, its deluxe, its de-lovely”
Lyrics by Cole Porter.
Maybe “delay-cious”? Or “delay-rious”? Or “delay-ctable”? You get the idea. đ
Bad enough I steal the lyrics without committing heresy by changing Cole Porter’s words. đ
Dance. Dance, Dance