| I like your brother, and I like your mother
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| I like you, and you like me too
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| We’ll get a preacher, and we’ll buy a ring
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| And we’ll hire a band, with an accordion
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| A violin, and a tenor who can sing
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| You and me, you and me, you and me
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| You and me, you and me, babe
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| You and me, you and me, you and me
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| You and me, you and me, babe
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| We’ll have a so-on, we’ll get him a sister
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| Can count all the times, her daddy’s gonna kiss her
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| He’ll drink his baby blue, from a big bra-ass cup
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| Someday he maybe president, if things loosen you-up
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| You and me, you and me, you and me
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| You and me, you and me, babe
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| You and me, you and me, you and me
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| You and me, you and me, babe
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| You’ll take the train into the city every mornin'
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| Now you maybe plain but I think you’re pretty in the morning
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| Some nights we’ll go out dancin' if I am not too tired
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| Some nights we’ll sit romancin', watchin' the late show by the fire
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| When our kids are grown with kids of their own
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| They’ll send us away, to a little home in Florida
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| And we’ll play checkers a-all day
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| Until we pass away
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| You and me, you and me, you and me
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| You and me, you and me, babe
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| You and me, you and me, you and me
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| You and me, you and me, babe
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| You and me, you and me, you and me
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| You and me, you and me, babe
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| You and me, you and me, you and me
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| You and me, you and me, babe
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| You and me… |