I feel a sudden urge to sing the kind of ditty that invokes the Spring;
So, control your desire to curse while I cru - ci - fy 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 - love - ly.
I understand the reason why you're sentimental, 'cause so am I --
It's de - light - ful, it's de - li - cious, it's de - love - ly.
You can tell at a glance what a swell night this is for ro - mance
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."