It's De-Lovely

It's De-Lovely
music & lyric by Cole Porter

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 you've started seems to me the Tin-Oantithesis of melody,
So spare me, please, the pain, just skip the damn thing
And sing the refrain...

Mi, mi, mi, mi, re, re, re, re, do, sol, mi, do, la, si.
Take it away...

The night is young, the skies are clear, so if you want 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 tell at a glance what a swell night this is for romance,
You can hear Mother Nature murmuring low, "Let yorself go."

So please be sweet, my chickadee, 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 delimit, it's deluxe, it's de-lovely."

Oh, charming sir, the way you sing would break the heart of Missus Crosby's Bing,
For the tone of your tra la la has that certain je ne sais quois.

Oh, thank thee kindly, winsome wench, but 'stead of falling into Berlin French
Just warble to me, please, this beautiful strain in plain Brooklynese.

Mi, mi, mi, mi, re, re, re, re, do, sol, mi, do, la, si.
Take it away.

Time marchs on and soon it's plain you've won my heart and I've lost my brain.
It's delightful, it's delicious, it's de-lovely.
Life seems so sweet that we decide it's in the bag to get unified,
It's delightful, it's delicious, it's de-lovely.

See the crowd in that church, see the proud parson plopped on his perch,
Gor the sweet heat of that organ, sealing our doom,
"Here comes the groom, boom!"

How they cheer and how they smile as we go galloping down that aisle.
"It's divine, dear, it's diveen, dear, it's de-wunderbar, it's de victory,
It's de vallop, it's de vinner, it's de voiks, it's de-lovely."

The knot is tied and so we take a few hours off to eat wedding cake,
It's delightful, it's delicious, it's de-lovely.
It feels so fine to be a bride, and how's the groom?
Why he's slightly fried.
It's delightful, it's delicious, it's de-lovely.

To the pop of champagne, off we hop in our plush little plane
Till a bright light through the darkness cozily calls, "Niag'ra Falls."

All's well, my love, our day's complete, and what a beautiful bridal suite,
It's de-reamy, it's de-rowsy, it's de-reverie, it's de-rhapsody, it's de-regal,
It's de-royal, it's de-Ritz, it's de-lovely.

We settle down as man and wife to solve the riddle called "married life",
It's delightful, it's delicious, it's de-lovely.

All's right as can be till, one night, at my window I see
An absurd bird with a bundle hung on his nose---"Get baby clo'es."

Those eyes of yours are filled with joy when Nurse appears and cries, "It's a boy."
"He's appalling, he's appealing, he's a pollywog, he's a paragon, he's a Popeye,
He's a panic, he's a pip, he's de-lovely."

Our boy grows up, he's six feet three, he's so good-looking, he looks like me,
It's delightful, it's delicious, it's de-lovely.
He's such a hit, this son of ours, that all the dowagers send him flowers,
It's delightful, it's delicious, it's de-lovely.

So sublime is his press that in time, L.B. Mayer, no less, makes a special flight
To New York and tells him that he should
Go Hollywood.

Good God! today, he gets such pay that Elaine Barrie's his fiancee,
"It's delightful, it's delicious, it's delectable, it's delirious, it's dilemma, it's delimit,
It's deluxe, it's de-lovely."