I like your mother, I like your brother, I like you, and you like me too. We'll get a preacher, you buy the ring. We'll hire a band with an accordion, a violin, and a tenor who can sing. You and me, you and me, babe. We'll have a kid, or maybe we'll rent one. He's gotta be straight, we don't want a bent one. He'll drink his baby brew from a big brass cup. Someday he might be president if things loosen up. You and me, you and me, babe. You take a train into the city every morning. I may be plain, but you think I'm pretty in the morning. Some nights we'll go out dancing if you are not too tired. Some nights we'll sit romancing, watching the late show by the fire. When our kids are grown, the kids of their own, they'll send us away to a little home in Florida. We'll play checkers every day till we pass away. You and me, you and me, babe.