We'll have a blue room
A new room, for two room
Where every day's a holiday
Because you're married to me...

Not like a ball room
A small room, a hall room
Where I can smoke my pipe away
With your wee head upon my knee...

We will thrive on, keep alive on
Just nothing but kisses
With mister and missus
Own little blue chairs...

You sew your trousseau
And Robinson Crusoe

Is not so far from worldly cares
As our blue room, far away upstairs...

(They will thrive on, keep alive on
Just nothing but kisses...
With mister and missus
Own little blue chair...

She'll wear her trousseau
And Robinson Crusoe...)
Is not so far from worldly cares
As our blue room
Far away upstairs...