My Rifle My Pony And Me, Pt. 3 - Dean Martin

My lady loves to dance, my lady loves to sing

My lady has the sparkle of a diamond ring

When purple shadows fall and silver moonlight beams

My lady love to dance in my dreams

She loves a carousel, a roller coaster ride

A party or a picnic by the ocean side

And like a laughing brook the dancers in the sun

My lady has a barrel of fun

Life is a gay thing, play thing, hit parade thing

Not a worry not a care

If there’s a trombone toottin' a flute a-fluttin'

Sure as shootin' we’ll be there

My lady loves to dance, my lady loves to sing

A schottische or a polka or a gaylin' fling

And when we kiss goodnight the moment we’re apart

My lady loves to dance, my lady loves to sing

Sing and dance in my heart

Life is a gay thing, a play thing, a hit parade

Not a worry or a care

If there’s a trombone tootin' a flute a-flutin'

Sure as shootin' we’ll be there

My lady loves to dance, my lady loves to sing

A schottische or a polka or a gaylin' fling

And when we kiss goodnight the moment we’re apart

My lady loves to dance, my lady loves to sing

Sing and dance in my heart

She loves to sing and dance in my heart