I Feel A Sudden Urge To Sing The Kind Of Ditty That Invokes The Spring

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 I've started seems to me

The Tin Pan-tithesis of melody

So to spare you all the pain

I'll skip the darn thing and sing the refrain



The night is young, the skies are clear

And if you want to go walkin', 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 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

"It's delightful, it's delicious, it's delectable, it's delirious,

It's dilemma, it's de limit, it's deluxe, 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 yourself go"



So please be sweet, my chickadee

And when I kiss ya, just say to me

"It's delightful, it's delicious, it's delectable, it's delirious,

It's dilemma, it's de limit, it's deluxe, it's de-lovely"