| The night is young, the skies are clear | 
| So if you want to go walking, dear, | 
| It’s delightful, it’s delicious, it’s de-lovely. | 
| I understand the reason why | 
| You’re sentimental, 'cause so am I, | 
| It’s delightful, it’s delicious, it’s de-lovely. | 
| You can tell at a glance | 
| What a swell night this is for romance, | 
| You can hear dear Mother Nature | 
| Murmuring low, | 
| «Let yourself go!» | 
| So please be sweet, my chickadee, | 
| And when I kiss you, just say to me, | 
| «It's delightful, it’s delicious, | 
| It’s delectable, it’s delirious, | 
| It’s dilemma, it’s delimit, it’s deluxe, | 
| It’s de-lovely». | 
| I feel a sudden urge to sing | 
| The kind of ditty that invokes the spring. | 
| I’ll control my desire to curse | 
| While you crucify the verse. | 
| This verse I started seems to me The Tin-Pantithesis of a melody, | 
| So spare us all the pain, | 
| Just skip the darn thing and sing the refrain… | 
| Mi, mi, mi, mi, | 
| Re, re, re, re, | 
| Do, sol, mi, do, la, si. | 
| The night is young, the skies are clear | 
| So if you want to go walking, dear, | 
| It’s delightful, it’s delicious, it’s de-lovely. | 
| I understand the reason why | 
| You’re sentimental, 'cause so am I, | 
| It’s delightful, it’s delicious, it’s de-lovely. | 
| You can tell at a glance | 
| What a swell night this is for romance, | 
| You can hear dear Mother Nature | 
| Murmuring low, | 
| «Let yourself go!» | 
| So please be sweet, my chickadee, | 
| And when I kiss you, just say to me, | 
| «It's delightful, it’s delicious, | 
| It’s…It's de-lovely». |