Pardon me miss
But I've never done this
With a real live girl
Straight off the farm
With an actual armful of
Real live girl

Pardon me if your affectionate squeeze
Fogs up my goggles and buckles my knees
I'm simply drowned in the sight and the sound
And the scent and the feel
Of a real live Girl

I've seen photographs and facsimilies
That have set my heart off in a whirl
But nothing can beat getting swept off your feet
By a real live girl

Dreams of your bunk don't
Compare with a hunk
Of a real live girl

Speaking of miracles this must be it
Just when I started to learn how to knit
I'm all in stitches
From finding what riches
A waltz can reveal
With a real live girl