I need a glorious day, right as the morning in May. I feel like I could fly. Now Bert, none of your larking about. Have you ever seen the grass so green, or a bluer sky? Oh, it's a jolly holiday with Mary. Mary makes your heart so light. You haven't changed a bit, have you? When the day is grey and ordinary, Mary makes the sun shine bright. Oh, honestly. Oh, happiness is blooming all around her. The daffodils are smiling at the dove. When Mary holds your hand, you feel so grand. Your heart starts beating like a big brass band. You are light-headed. It's a jolly holiday with Mary. No wonder that it's Mary that we love. Oh, it's a jolly holiday with you, Bert. Gentlemen like you are few. A vanishing breed, that's me. Though you're just a diamond in the rough, Bert, underneath your blood is blue. Common knowledge. You never think of pressing your advantage. Forbearance is the hallmark of your creed. True. A lady meant fear when you are near. Your sweet gentility's crystal clear. Oh, it's a jolly holiday with you, Bert. A jolly, jolly holiday with you. A jolly, jolly holiday with you.