Listen to them play our song,

How they shock my poor brain with that electric refrain

I hear a buzzin', just like a dozen doorbells.

Everytime I hear our song,

I get weak in the knees my heart pumps up a breeze

Sending a stream to every extremity.

Parts of my anatomy are not controlled by me

The music's magic spell

Leaves me a mess of quivering jelly.

Even on a violin,

How those sweet dulcet tones pull marrow out of my bones,

I must confess, it leaves me a mess, our song.

Parts of my anatomy are not controlled by me

The music's magic spell

Leaves me a mess of quivering jelly.

Even on a violin,

How those sweet dulcet tones pull marrow out of my bones,

I must confess, it leaves me a mess, our song does

I love to hear our song 'cause