(P.G. Wodehouse / Jerome Kern, 1918)
I cannot see what need there can be,
For any other people in the world but you and me.
Yes, go where we may,
They get in our way
I wish we could contrive it
Now and then to get a word in private!
Each time I start to pour out my heart,
Some tactless person comes along and we are driven apart.
Life might be, my pet,
A lovely duet;
But all these folks who bore us
Seem to think that we require a chorus.
Oh dear! won't it just be splendid
In the time that's coming soon,
When, this weary waiting ended,
We start our honeymoon
None near us to see or hear us
The whole wide world we will forget
Oh, what joy to stay in your arms all day
But not yet um-m