I love your hair of mine.
I'm a lucky fellow to capture such a prize.
Oh, Alan knows my love for you,
and he tells you to be true, Dardenella,
oh, hear my sigh, my Oriental rose.
prepare the wedding wine.
There will be one girl in my harem.
just like the children of the Orient.
Oh, say, Dardanella, my stuff loves Eva
when everyone was sentimental
When life was very calm and gentle
But nowadays romance goes
A boy can't win a girl's affection
Till he puts oomph in his serenade
And now the great grandson
Cuts an oriental rug when he sings
And when he serenades his girlfriend
Here's the seren ade he sings.
I love the way you drive.
when Skinny and his place is grand.
We can do a ransom attempt.
book we'll be burning down.
I've got a lover like you