My folks were always putting her down (down, down) Because her laundry came back brown (brown, brown) I don't care if they think she's bad I fell in … - Paul Vance

Your lips are thrilling
My arms are willing
I know that I shouldn't stay.
If I don't leave I'll be sorry
What will my Mary say?

One and two and three and four,
Tell them what the girlie wore.
It was an itsy bitsy teenie weenie yellow polka-dot bikini
That she wore for the first time today,
An itsy bitsy teenie weenie yellow polka-dot bikini
So in the locker she wanted to stay

Catch a falling star an’ put it in your pocket,
Never let it fade away!
Catch a falling star an’ put it in your pocket,
Save it for a rainy day!
For love may come an' tap you on the shoulder,
Some starless night!