Bus stop, wet day, she's there asking, please share my umbrella.
Bus stops, bus goes, she stays, love grows, under my umbrella.
Oh, that summer we enjoyed it, wind and rain and shine.
That umbrella, we employed it, by August she was mine.
Every morning I would see her waiting at the stop.
Sometimes she'd shop and she would show me what she bought.
Oh, all the people stare as if we were both quite insane.
Someday my name and hers are going to be the same.
That's the way the whole thing started, silly, but it's true.
Thinking of a sweet romance, beginning in a few.
Came the sun, the ice was melting, no more sheltering now.
Nice to think that that umbrella led me to a vow.
Every morning I would see her waiting at the shop.
Sometimes she'd shop and she would show me what she bought.
Oh, all the people stare as if we were both quite insane.
Someday my name and hers are going to be the same.
Ah, ah, ah, ah.
Someday my name and hers are going to be the same.