Soon you'll find yourself
a wishing days were not so long.
If my thought is not defined,
listen while I speak my mind.
So I could love that girl of mine
Until the birdies wake and chime,
There ought to be a law in clover time
To keep that moon out over time
To keep each lover's Lenin rhyme
You'd better hurry up, hurry up, hurry up
You'd better croon a tune, croon a tune
to the man up in the moon
There ought to be a moonlight saving time
So I could love that girl of mine
Until the birdies wake and chime
There ought to be a moonlight saving time,
so I could love that girl of mine,
until the birdies wake and chime,
There ought to be a law in clover time,
to keep that moon out over time,
to keep each lover's land in rhyme,
You'd better croon a tune, croon a tune,
to the man up in the moon,
There ought to be a moonlight saving time,
so I could love that girl of mine,
until the birdies wake and chime