My favourite spot
My dear, oh dear
Is not quite what you think
It's not quite what you think
My dear
Though I'd still like
To marry you
In a chapel in Las Vegas
Unoriginal as I am;
No my dear, it is not
What you think.

The spot I want to be
And the spot I want you to be
Is

Simply is
Simply is
Forever is

In front of Anita's window

(Every hour of the day)

Because we have nothing else
To covet
Because we have nothing else
To give to each other
Because we have nothing else
But Anita,

To whom we may howl our passion
Every hour of the day,

Until the police may catch us
Just like last summer,

Or until our story
Gets sold to a tabloid newspaper,
Or until someone writes a letter
To my daddy,

Poor daddy of such a fool.