love is a damn fine splendid thing,
Don't be so grand, come take my hand,
And walk through the grove with me,
And walk through the grove with me.
And it's vanity will get you in the end,
I've met your kind of girl before
And money's all you crave
But you won't have silks and satins
Love when they take you to your grave
When they take you to your grave
And it's vanity will get you in the end
You clutch your perm at every breeze
You're scared it might unroll
You're so took up with how you look
Have you thought about your soul?
Have you thought about your soul?
And it's vanity will get you in the end
It never does to walk through life
with your nose up in the air.
For sure enough you'll tread in stuff
that you won't see lying there,
That you won't see lying there.
And it's vanity will get you in the end.
One day you'll know just what it's like
When love brings on the pain
And your heart feels like a ponder -ball
Upon an idle crane, upon an idle crane.
And it's vanity will get you in the end.
If I was a bolder kind of chap,
I'd grab you round and shake the fruit
down off your lovin' tree.
Down off your lovin' tree.
And this vanity will get you in the end.
I'll be bound, yes, it's vanity, vanity,
And it's vanity will get you in the end,