Picnics, beaches, and ball rooms,
Just me and my honey bun;
Home-work they shout,
Is over and out,
Vacationâ€™s just begun.
Far from the city, beneath a shade-tree,
Weâ€™ll spread a basket for two;
Then weâ€™ll discuss the future for us,
And Iâ€™ll whisper love words to you.
Just canâ€™t wait for that swimminâ€™ date,
To see your new bathing suit.
It must be a â€œgasâ€ â€˜cause one you had last,
Gee! Wasâ€™ it cute!
So we will dance and bypass romance,
Right now they say weâ€™re too young;
But I shall (will) marry you my love
As soon as you (we) reach twenty one.