(Richard RodgersLorentzHart)



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 ballroom

A small room, a hall room

Where you can smoke your pipe away

With my wee head upon your knee



We will thrive on, keep alive on

Just nothing but kisses

With Mister and Misses

On little blue chairs



I'll wear my trouseau

And Robinson Crusoe

Is not so far from worldly cares

As our blue room far away upstairs



We will thrive on, keep alive on

Just nothing but kisses

With Mister and Misses

On little blue chairs



I'll wear my trouseau

And Robinson Crusoe

Is not so far from worldly cares

As our blue room far away upstairs