Picnics, beaches, and ball rooms, Just me and my honey bun; Home-work they shout, Is over and out, Vacation's just begun. Far from the city, beneath a shade-tree, We'll spread a basket for two; Then we'll discuss the future for us, And I'll whisper love words to you. Just can't wait for that swimmin' date, To see your new bathing suit. It must be a "gas" 'cause one you had last, Gee! Was' it cute! So we will dance and bypass romance, Right now they say we're too young; But I shall (will) marry you my love As soon as you (we) reach twenty one.