| I like your mother
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| I like your brother
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| I like you
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| And you like me too
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| We’ll get a preacher
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| I’ll buy a ring
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| We’ll hire a band
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| With an accordion
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| A violin
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| And a tenor who can sing
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| You and me you and me, baby
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| You and me you and me you and me, baby
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| You and me you and me you and me, baby
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| You and me you and me you and me, baby
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| We’ll have a kid
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| Or maybe we’ll rent one
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| He’s got to be straight
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| We don’t want a bent one
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| He’ll drink his baby brew
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| From a big brass cup
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| Someday he may be president
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| If things loosen up
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| You and me you and me, baby
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| You and me you and me you and me, baby
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| You and me you and me you and me, baby
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| You and me you and me you and me, baby
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| I’ll take the train into the city
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| Every mornin'
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| You may be plain, I think you’re pretty
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| In the mornin'
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| And some nights we’ll go out dancin'
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| If I’m not too tired
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| Some nights we’ll sit romancin'
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| Watching the Late Show by the fire
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| When our kids are grown
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| With kids of their own
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| They’ll send us away
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| To a little home in Florida
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| We’ll play checkers all day
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| Until we pass away |