Here she comes down the street
I'll admit my defeat
I've won my hot toddy
Over my scarred body
I knew that I'd win singing
But wait until she gets a load of your dancing
We'll stay at the inn singing
All by myself I'll have to stick to my dancing
Oh, no, my friend, I'm here to end
Your dancing trouble and strife
This will be fun, Miss "Hit-and-Run"
Has come back into my life
We'll stay at the inn...
We'll have to begin...
Singing!
Dancing!
We've each other to cling to
You'll be easy to sing to
And you're easy to dance with
So let the old year die with a fond good-bye
And our hopes as high as a kite
How can our love go wrong if we start the new year right?
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