Your smiling face is an open book, young man
We know that look, young man
You must be oh, so happy
It's just a case of love that took, young man
There are quite a few who envy you
Lucky boy, she's a beautiful thing
Lucky boy, will you give her a ring
Lucky boy, we suppose in the Spring
You will take your pride and joy
On a train and her leather suitcase
Will contain bits of satin and lace
It's as plain as the nose on your face
How we envy you, lucky boy
I must confess that you pave the way for me
You really say for me
The things I want to tell you
You'll never guess what a lucky day for me
When I found that she had chosen me
Lucky boy, she's a beautiful thing
Lucky boy, I'm as proud as a king
Lucky boy, when I give her the ring
Can't you see me jump with joy
With a cheer and a "whatta we care"
We'll appear in a bungalow where
In a year, maybe three of us there
How we envy you, lucky boy