It's De-Lovely - John Barrowman, Mary Stockley

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 dear Mother Nature

Murmuring low,

«Let yourself 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».

I feel a sudden urge to sing

The kind of ditty that invokes the spring.

I’ll control my desire to curse

While you crucify the verse.

This verse I started seems to me The Tin-Pantithesis of a melody,

So spare us all the pain,

Just skip the darn thing and sing the refrain…

Mi, mi, mi, mi,

Re, re, re, re,

Do, sol, mi, do, la, si.

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 dear Mother Nature

Murmuring low,

«Let yourself go!»

So please be sweet, my chickadee,

And when I kiss you, just say to me,

«It's delightful, it’s delicious,

It’s…It's de-lovely».