Chorus 2: Time marches on and soon its plain
You’ve won my heart and I’ve lost my brain.
It’s delightful, it’s delicious, it’s delovely.
Life seems so sweet that we decide it’s in the bag to get unified.
It’s delightful, it’s delicious, it’s delovely.
See that crowd at the church.
See that proud parson plopped on his perch.
Hear that sweet beat of the organ sealing our doom:
Here comes the groom! How they cheer and how they smile
As we go galloping down the aisle.
It’s divine, dear. It’s diveen, dear. It’s de–wundebar. It’s de–victory. It’s de–winner. It’s de–wallop. It’s de–woiks.
It’s delovely. (continued)
Chorus 3: The knot is tied and so we take
A few hours off to eat wedding cake.
It’s delightful, it’s delicious, it’s delovely.
It feels just fine to be a bride.
And how’s the groom? Why, he’s slightly fried.
It’s delightful, it’s delicious, it’s delovely.
To the pop of champagne
Off we hop in our plush little plane, till a bright light
Through the darkness cozily calls, “Niagara Falls!”
Well, my love, our day’s complete.
And what a beautiful bridal suite.
It’s de–reamy. It’s de–rowsy. It’s de–reverie. It’s de–rhapsody.
It’s de–regal. It’s de–royal. It’s de–Ritz.
It’s delovely.