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